The crew turned, and immediately weapons appeared in their grip as an aasimar paladin - radiant and in full armor - stepped onto their ship.
The man chuckled, a deep, warm sound like honey. He held up his hands, “Now now, there’s no need for that - I come in peace! In fact, I have a question for all of you.”
The men and women looked at each other uneasily, no one moving as the blue-skinned man cupped his chin in amusement. The aasimar shook his head, and walked over to a railing to casually lean back on it.
“You see, I have this problem,” he started, putting his palms together, “I’m supposed to be this… chosen one thing, you know, stop some big evil or something, the usual,” he waved a hand dismissively, then put his hands back on bannister and leaned back with a heavy sigh, “Which is a very sticky situation, considering I have absolutely no interest in it.”
“That is a… sticky situation.”
The crew turned to look as their captain emerged from belowdecks. He was pale, with black hair tied back in a low ponytail and an equally dark beard. Pointed ears and red eyes gave him an otherworldly air. He waved them off, slowly walking up to the paladin.
“See?” the aasimar asked, pushing off the railing and putting a hand to his chest, “It’s nothing personal, really, I just want to be my own man.”
“And what does that have to do with your being on my ship, sir…?”
“Kasesi - just Kasesi,” the paladin replied, circling the pale captain and nodding, “Yes, see, I heard you were an elder vampire, and I was quite hoping you really were,” he paused when they were face to face once more, “See, I’m not just your run-of-the-mill ‘chosen’ aasimar - my goddess has actual plans for me beyond just enforcing law and order on the world.”
“Which makes leaving more difficult, I imagine,” the captain drawled, eyeing his… guest suspiciously.
Kasesi snapped his fingers, “Smart man! So I came to ask some… well, let’s be honest, evil folks to help me out with something,” the paladin walked away, holding out his hands, “It’s just a little thing, small favor, I’ll owe you one,” he turned again, to lean back on the railing once more, “I just need someone to give my deva an infernal wound after I manifest him on this plane.”
The elder vampire took a moment to consider the proposition before slowly advancing on the aasimar, “If I understand you correctly,” he paused scant inches from the paladin, hands clasped behind his back, “You intend to bring an angel onto the material plane, and would like me to wound them, so that they are forced to remain?”
Kasesi grinned, crossing his arms and completely at ease, “Like I said - just a small favor.”
“I’m going to need more than a favor in return,” the captain said.
“Hmmm,” the aasimar said, cupping his chin, “Now what could I, a paladin raised from birth in a temple devoted to a good goddess possibly have to interest you?”