The Merry Mayfly departs shortly from the docks of Absalom and you are expected to be aboard it.
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Speckled fur of mottled grey on white, one of your sailing companions is a handsome kholo carrying a very large, nasty looking lash and a complement of full-figured throwing axes strapped to her belt. Her clothes plain, sufficient, and layered enough to contain body heat in the cool ocean climate, she walks with purpose around the deck, keeping a sort of patrol of regular intervals of movements, checking up on folks.
"Though I know not magic, I am a warrior, and my Vow is my power. I will ensure that each of you makes it to our destinations safe" Drawn to the strangely sweet smell of her breath, you find conversation with Beezhul along the way to be pleasant to the senses, even if her tone is more-often-than-not a touch overserious.
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An elf of around 120 years with stylish black leathers gives a respectful bow. His features and clothing clearly belay that he is originally from Tian Xia. He introduced himself at the docks as Ma'elo. His mischievous smile and quick wit give off a strong traditionally roguish personality. He is fluent in taldane but not perfectly so.
On the ship, he finds a relaxing place to lounge above deck to enjoy the
method of travel.
"Why do you patrol deck?" Ma'elo asks curiously as Beezhul passes by.
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The fluidity with which Beezhul switches from very serious to downright silly is evident is her suddent burst into a throaty, rapid-fire high-pitched laughter.
"Exercise I suppose" indeed, she appears unable to stand still, perpetually leaning forward as if ready to break into a sprint at any moment - a quality that lends her laughter a joyous bounce.
"And to keep watch. To Protect, one must always be Ready"
~) Ever Ready
Glancing over at the familiar faced cleric, she studies him a moment "Hair cut? No, that's not it..." she studies him further "Your ears are shorter..." and with a giggle "Or perhaps I am seeing things?" she let's it go "Those damned goblins!"
Seguing now "So, a man of the cloth..." she turns to Ma'elo "And you? How do you concern yourself with spiritual matters?"
She keeps her eye out for more to arrive.
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"Well young man" unknowing of the length of elven lives, Beezhul judges him based on appearance and response alone "The point is to get in over head: to let the Spiritual immerse your entire Being" realizing she is lecturing him, she cuts the rogue a break before laying it on too thick "But no matter. Your head looks to be in the right place, and that is also important" patting him patronly on the back, our kholo hero smiles toothily, the fragrant aroma of her sweet breath creating a pleasant sensory experience with which to gain his trust.
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Ka'elen arrives, readjusting the Fauchard that never leaves his hands. The older elf wears a breastplate that could use some polishing, but is mostly clean.
"A good morning to you all! My brother, Ma'elo, you have met. I am Ka'elen." He says and turns to the Kholo, "Spiritual immersion can be rewarding, but it can also have dire consequences. That is why some of us prefer to avoid the experience altogether."