Redclaw's Eyes of the Lich Queen

[WakkaWakka]

Cholas
A strange question, from his fellow adventurer - never he thought he was of a philosophical disposition.
Thinking back, what "humans not human" have they encountered? Some were undeads, some were creatures wearing corpses as clothing... what could Bregan be wondering about?


"Sometimes the blessed bow I carry has noticed hidden abominations for me, and for the worst other creatures... we could try to bathe them in divine energy. Unharmful to humans, but not to inhuman monstruosities.
The rest, those that haven't earn'd the name of "monstruosities", we can only trust to walk and live among us peacefully, I think.
Bregan, what's the matter? D'you think in the crypt we will find demons in sheep's clothing?"

 

[OnlytheStrong]

No my friend, I do not know what lies ahead. I welcome that which can be plainly seen. He pauses for a moment, then whispers, This Sur'kil is whom I speak of. I do not believe he is as we assume. Maybe a half-breed, which is certainly not to say the man is a danger to us, simply.......... withholding more information. Bregan shrugs, he had absolutely nothing to go on except for the things which he mentioned to Talas earlier. Something about this man just rang out as wrong. Please friend, do not dismiss my words. At least not yet. If there is no other way to tell, then perhaps I will find out on my own........

 

[WakkaWakka]

Cholas voice is lowered, he reassures Bregan that they hadn't all gone bonkers, accepting this mission without inquiring about their employer - but they fely compelled to retrive potentially tainted artifacts

"He has little trust for the like of us - and yet, this mission looks important to him, given how easily gold flows from him.
Really, he could be just a scholar, extremely rich and jealous of his results as he says... but we're risking our necks here. I'd prefer more transparency too, on his behalf.
I think either he's a fool, risking our lifes and the artifacts out of petty jelousy, or he and the pieces we're looking for are trouble - trouble we'll never see coming.
I will be really glad, if in the end he comes out a fool"

 

[OnlytheStrong]

He is no fool, friend. Nor do I feel he is an enemy at the moment. He could of hired any band, yet he chose an experianced group. With the money we demanded, he could of raised several bands. Bregan says as he shakes his head. He looks Cholas directly in the eyes and state, I believe him to be a half breed, whether dragon, demon, or otherwise. That is where my puzzle has led me. He smiles broadly and adds, Although my head will hurt for days from all this thought! It was rare for Bregan to make a joke like that, but he felt like he needed to say something to fix the potential fears he implanted into Cholas. "Half-breed, but of what? Too much gold and knowledge flow through him. My companions have as much knowledge as many scholars, yet pale compared to him. He must be something else."

 

[EvolutionKB]

Talas

Talas held his hands up to the girl, letting her know it was time for a breather. He looked to his brother, a grin on his face. Why was he looking him like that? Did he think something was going on between him and the girl? He was only trying to teach the girl something of tactics, he was sharing his expansive knowledge. Did Alexa really think highly of him? Surely not, though he was a fine physical speciman, surely his cocky demeanor had displaced any inkling of attraction to him, like it did to most others. I am battlescarred, my nose has been broken many times, my flesh bears the scars of battle, and I am nothing compared to Cholas. Quietly confident he remains, with The Silver Flame on his side. He looks to Cholas again, jealousy covering his face. How can I compare to that?

 

[Redclaw]

As with the lightning rail ride, Sur'kil spends most of his time in his cabin, apparently studying his texts. He makes a habit of walking around on deck once in the morning and once in the evening, just before he takes his evening meal. Otherwise he rarely leaves his cabin.

The sailors are efficient with their work, and discrete with their leisure, old hands at having passengers aboard the vessel. The politely answer questions, but seem to rush away at the first opportunity.

 

[Zurai]

Talas roll forward, to come up facing the petite woman once again. "Ah yes, but if a tiger is mad from hunger, the need to eat and the sight of wounded prey would be much stronger than the urge to run from a failed pounce."

Alexa just tosses her braid back over her should and laughs at Talas. As soon as he's in position again, she presses her attack. While the two spar for some time, anyone watching - and Alexa knows many of the sailors are - would note that while Alexa's movements are graceful and dexterous, she clearly is conserving energy, only giving ground when sorely pressed and only pressing the assault when she has the sure advantage. After a while, Talas calls for a stop.

Talas held his hands up to the girl, letting her know it was time for a breather. He looked to his brother, a grin on his face.

Alexa rocks back on her heels, still bouncing with energy. "What, tired already? And after all that talk of chasing and running and wounded prey? I'd hoped you would last a little longer..." She grins and teases Talas. Follow Talas' gaze, she winks at Cholas, waves cheerily, then finds a nearby bale of sailcloth to sit down on and stretch, revealing her bared abdomen to anyone watching her. Finding herself covered in sweat, she makes a face and prestidigitates herself clean.

 

[Redclaw]

Alexa manages to pick up a few admirers among the crew. At the same time, Talas and Cholas find themselves the subject of unpleasant looks from several crewmen, and they can't seem to figure out what they've done to offend.

After five days spent in similar play, the Swiftwind arrives in Adderport. As she nears the shore, Sur'kil once again asks you all to meet with him in his cabin. I will not be departing with you, as I have business to attend elsewhere. Rest assured that I will keep my seding stones close at hand, and will be ready to respond with instructions as needed.

My absence should make it easier for your presence to go unnoticed, but please do not become complacent. As I have said before, there are others who might be interested in these artifacts, and I would hate to have them make the find before us. Please make as little noise as possible in the city and hasten to the jungle. Once there you should be out of sight of prying eyes.

Did anyone record the stones and anti-toxin, by the way?

 

[Creamsteak]

"Adderport! Insects! Snakes! The smell of ripe swamp water seeping into your nostrils! Praise be to the light, what a wonderful place!"

Drekhad smiles even as the misquitos start to cover his skin.

"I sense many righteous deeds to be performed here! Let's get to work!"

 

[Zurai]

Did anyone record the stones and anti-toxin, by the way?

OOC: I'll take em, I guess, since Alexa has the handy haversack.