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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 20:13:52 GMT
"Old elf saying. 'Imagination is best lubricant in arsenal of love.'" The human paused. "It sounds cleverer in the original Elven."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 3, 2020 20:19:01 GMT
The crew is actually too busy to notice, what with picking up after a battle with a sentient seafood buffet. Xavier comes back up...just in time for them to go down anyway. He handed Ceutinde her kit.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 3, 2020 20:25:15 GMT
"Thank you, Zavier. Sorry, wasn't thinking when I sent you down. Hope you didn't find anything too shocking." Ceutindesaid, before leading them both down to her cabin, just slightly larger than theirs and tastefully appointed, shut the door, and bade them sit on the bed. She helped them out of their tops and set to washing and bandaging the injuries, chattering while she worked. "I must say, that was not what I expected. Is it always so...invigorating after a fight? Of course, probably a bit worse for you. But I feel like I came three times and then drank a pot of coffee. Might go for a jog around the deck after we see to you."
(Medical 70 to treat wounds)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 3, 2020 20:30:12 GMT
She easily treats their wounds without issue. It only takes two or three minutes for each of the pair.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 20:30:53 GMT
"Some people say that battle is the only thing as thrilling as sex," Silvia remarked. She sneaked a glance at her two companions to see if either of them was eyeing her up. She wasn't looking for a lover right now but it was always useful to know if anyone was interested.
"I say they both have their place. I have to admit that battle makes me feel alive, the same way performing does. And yes, sex too."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 20:39:29 GMT
"I wouldn't know." The Huntsman shrugged shirtlessly. "I have neither tasted coffee nor had so many orgasms in one night. But yes, to be alive in face of death... truly wonderful."
Herneiros totally snuck a glance, but like, in a super not too lewd way. Just natural human instinct to admire beauty on display.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 3, 2020 20:41:32 GMT
Ceutinde was mostly professional, but her eyes did linger here and there ("here" largely meaning Silvia's left breast and "there" Silvia's right) on both of them. "I see what you mean. When we were first married, Lilomeon used to come home from a job, or even from a sparring match, and just be insatiable. I wonder what causes that. Brains are funny things." She stood, having to stoop over them so as not to hit her head. "Not bad work, if I do say so myself. Better see to the rest of the crew. You two, don't work too hard for a day or too. That includes lute-playing."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 20:46:39 GMT
Silva rolled her eyes. "Yes, my lady." She grimaced as she reached for her bloodied shirt. "Is there a washerwoman in the crew, then? Or will we need to clean our own shirts?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 20:53:29 GMT
"You will find no better washerwoman or seamstress than the Wild Huntsman." Indeed, he had been sewing and knitting in silence for the first half of the trip.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 3, 2020 20:55:21 GMT
Ceutinde left them to recuperate, and hopefully not bleed all over her bed, and hurried back up to the main deck. She had a quick walk round the sailors, checking to see if anyone else needed medical attention.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 20:58:33 GMT
Silvia hated mundane chores like washing her clothes and sewing up tears. Still bare-chested except for her bandages, she turned a winning smile on the Huntsman.
"I will consider you a friend for life if you would do me this kindness," she said. "And your name will go down in song and story if you wish it."
65 Charm if necessary
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 21:04:22 GMT
"If eternal friendship is reward for few minutes with needle and thread, I am curious what one earns for offering oneself as meat shield in face of onslaught by shrimp monster?" He laughed before declaring, "Yes, I will take care of your clothes."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 3, 2020 21:13:12 GMT
"Thank you." She handed over her shirt. "Your offer to shield me during the battle was much appreciated, but I'm a swashbuckler, and accustomed to taking care of myself. Mending and cleaning clothes is a task I despise, however, which is why it means more to me."
She started for the door then she flashed another smile at the Huntsman. "You're a strange fellow, Huntsman, but I like you. One day after we are done with this adventure we shall drink a toast together in memory of the fight we just shared. You have my word upon it. Although..." Her grin deepened.
"Perhaps we should gather everyone and drink a toast to celebrate this victory right now. It would take the edge of the pain, and I've got some whisky in my cabin."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 3, 2020 21:22:32 GMT
Up on the deck, Kjell helped the sailors haul the shrimp corpses overboard and stopped at the railing once she noticed the other ship was in fact in boiling water. "Well, fuck me..." she muttered, unable to look away from what was likely one of the biggest magical feats she'd seen, not that she'd seen a whole lot of them outside the Mist.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 3, 2020 21:24:31 GMT
He took the shirt, inspecting it before looking back up. "Life itself is an adventure and I may not leave that island. I find it is always best to think of the now, then the future, and never the past."
Herneiros collected his own shirt.
"But if your whiskey is better than what they sold in Valgard, I will be there."
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