R’elend awakes and begins coughing, or perhaps he coughed himself awake, his lungs finally strong enough to clear out the accumulated debris. The bodies of all mortals run much like a ship, this narrator educates you. Decks must be swabbed, stores must be replenished, and bilges must be pumped. Even the most majestic caravel of Limsa Lominsa herself would be beneath the waves in days, if even the most basic of these tasks was not performed.
So R’elend coughs, his eyes still stuck shut, and continues until with a last ceremonial hack, he gathers up the last of the phlegm in his throat, rolling to spit it to his side. He hears a sizable wet splot, which somehow amuses him.
“Oy! You no good Tia!â€
A high pitched voice rings out to his right, “We just had these floors sanded, this is an infirmary, not a saloon.â€
R’elend cracks a smile, either he somehow survived, or Thal was so cruel enough as to preserve the chain of command after death.
“That voice, awfully high pitched for an Amalj…†R’elend laughs, finding himself increasingly euphoric just for the fact of his existence, “Perhaps we’ve finally found one of their women.†He manages a weak whistle, “Come over here baby, I’ll show you what the man of a real race is… murmphhj…â€
His speech is interrupted by something soft and damp hitting his face, “That’s Captain Baby to you, Tia. Now clean yourself off, we’ve got shit to talk about, and it even concerns the recently undead, such as yourself.â€
R’elend chuckles, and wipes the grit from his eyes, cautiously opening them against the flickering torchlight of the infirmary, “How long was I out?â€
“Tonight is the second day, so perhaps 20 bells?â€
R’elend tests his legs, swinging them to the edge of the small cot, “Shit myself?â€
“You should be thanking me for watching your lazy…†The lalafell sighs, “No you didn’t, Lieutenant, it all must have gone to your head.â€
“Too bad…†He stands shakily, thin sheet falling back onto the bed and leaving him naked as he does a few stretches, “I liked the idea of you wiping my ass. Only a captain that really cares would do that.â€
“Fantastic, now put on some clothes, unless you’re heading breakfast mess with your dick swinging about. I’d suggest against it, baby sausages are on the menu, someone might get confused.†The lalafell smirks and throws a set of clothes at the Miqo’te.
R’elend laughs, pulling on his clothes, thick long shorts, and a tight undershirt worn under mail to reduce chafing. “Unless they’re slicing up Leviathan himself in there, I fail to see how anyone could get confused.†He sweeps back a cascade of light brown hair that crowns his head, then checks his ears and tail, “All still there. Good news Captain, I’m still handsome.â€
The lalafell rolls his eyes, “I’ll let the Amalj know, I’m sure one of them is looking for a boyfriend.†He then slides a pair of boots over, “Had to almost cut these off you, I wouldn’t let them. Not right, fucking with a soldier’s boots.â€
R’elend grins, tying up the boots, “Very good Sir. But you might want to hold off on telling the Amalj, they’ll be devastated to hear of our departure. I assume our relief is here? Unless you dragged me out of the desert with that broken leg of yours?â€
The captain scratches the back of his head, mouth hidden behind a bushy mustache, but R’elend could swear he sees guilt in those large Dunesfolk eyes. “Something like that R’elend.â€
R’elend pauses, his jovial expression gone, as his ears fall back, and his lips curl in something of a snarl, “Are we going home, or not, Sir†He glares at the captain, “We both know how many fucking tours I’ve done out here. We had a fucking deal Sasafaru.â€
The lalafell straightens, “Lieutenant, we are to meet after mess with the commander of the relief, and hear our orders. You can either eat, or wait in the brig.†His voice lowers, “Elend, I don’t know what he’s coming to tell us, but whatever it is, I think it best faced on a full stomach.â€
R’elend glares at him for a moment longer, before that fades as well, he was hungry as shite, in any case. “Aye, forgive me sir.†Exhaling, he wishes he could expunge his worries as easily as his breath, “Well then, will the Lady accompany me to breakfast?â€
A thick sword belt hitting his stomach from across the room was the only answer he receives. "Oof, the lady has spirit."
So R’elend coughs, his eyes still stuck shut, and continues until with a last ceremonial hack, he gathers up the last of the phlegm in his throat, rolling to spit it to his side. He hears a sizable wet splot, which somehow amuses him.
“Oy! You no good Tia!â€
A high pitched voice rings out to his right, “We just had these floors sanded, this is an infirmary, not a saloon.â€
R’elend cracks a smile, either he somehow survived, or Thal was so cruel enough as to preserve the chain of command after death.
“That voice, awfully high pitched for an Amalj…†R’elend laughs, finding himself increasingly euphoric just for the fact of his existence, “Perhaps we’ve finally found one of their women.†He manages a weak whistle, “Come over here baby, I’ll show you what the man of a real race is… murmphhj…â€
His speech is interrupted by something soft and damp hitting his face, “That’s Captain Baby to you, Tia. Now clean yourself off, we’ve got shit to talk about, and it even concerns the recently undead, such as yourself.â€
R’elend chuckles, and wipes the grit from his eyes, cautiously opening them against the flickering torchlight of the infirmary, “How long was I out?â€
“Tonight is the second day, so perhaps 20 bells?â€
R’elend tests his legs, swinging them to the edge of the small cot, “Shit myself?â€
“You should be thanking me for watching your lazy…†The lalafell sighs, “No you didn’t, Lieutenant, it all must have gone to your head.â€
“Too bad…†He stands shakily, thin sheet falling back onto the bed and leaving him naked as he does a few stretches, “I liked the idea of you wiping my ass. Only a captain that really cares would do that.â€
“Fantastic, now put on some clothes, unless you’re heading breakfast mess with your dick swinging about. I’d suggest against it, baby sausages are on the menu, someone might get confused.†The lalafell smirks and throws a set of clothes at the Miqo’te.
R’elend laughs, pulling on his clothes, thick long shorts, and a tight undershirt worn under mail to reduce chafing. “Unless they’re slicing up Leviathan himself in there, I fail to see how anyone could get confused.†He sweeps back a cascade of light brown hair that crowns his head, then checks his ears and tail, “All still there. Good news Captain, I’m still handsome.â€
The lalafell rolls his eyes, “I’ll let the Amalj know, I’m sure one of them is looking for a boyfriend.†He then slides a pair of boots over, “Had to almost cut these off you, I wouldn’t let them. Not right, fucking with a soldier’s boots.â€
R’elend grins, tying up the boots, “Very good Sir. But you might want to hold off on telling the Amalj, they’ll be devastated to hear of our departure. I assume our relief is here? Unless you dragged me out of the desert with that broken leg of yours?â€
The captain scratches the back of his head, mouth hidden behind a bushy mustache, but R’elend could swear he sees guilt in those large Dunesfolk eyes. “Something like that R’elend.â€
R’elend pauses, his jovial expression gone, as his ears fall back, and his lips curl in something of a snarl, “Are we going home, or not, Sir†He glares at the captain, “We both know how many fucking tours I’ve done out here. We had a fucking deal Sasafaru.â€
The lalafell straightens, “Lieutenant, we are to meet after mess with the commander of the relief, and hear our orders. You can either eat, or wait in the brig.†His voice lowers, “Elend, I don’t know what he’s coming to tell us, but whatever it is, I think it best faced on a full stomach.â€
R’elend glares at him for a moment longer, before that fades as well, he was hungry as shite, in any case. “Aye, forgive me sir.†Exhaling, he wishes he could expunge his worries as easily as his breath, “Well then, will the Lady accompany me to breakfast?â€
A thick sword belt hitting his stomach from across the room was the only answer he receives. "Oof, the lady has spirit."
