Ypnosi

Tales of Anvellor

@Infinite Cosmos[@Shining Sector]

The halfbeast merely nodded at Avala, though more accurately, she simply nodded without shifting her head, the intention was in response to Avala. "Of course not. I was merely addressing the theoretical, though unlikely, situation. I am not the sort to knock someone unconscious without a reason. If I was to knock him out, it would be for a good reason. At least, I would believe it was for a good reason. Of course, I can believe something is for a good reason without it truly being for a good reason... but now I'm just rambling." She stated calmly, clearly being honest in just... her view on knocking people out, apparently?

At the introductions, she winced, blinking a few times, but continuing calmly forwards towards the guild hall, picking up her pace a little. Perhaps once they were on the road, she could explain, but it would be awkward to do so now... and also she would have to do it again with that other member they were going to just meet. But she couldn't just say nothing, that would likely make her comrades concerned, or perhaps suspicious. Sighing, she hesitantly spoke up. "It is good to meet you, Miss Crafte, Sir Avala. For reasons beyond my control, I cannot answer that at this current moment. I will explain once we begin traveling, to the best of my abilities to do so." Hopefully that would suffice...

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The halfbeast glanced back, nodding at Avala, trained eyes noting the ease at which he carried himself, signs of comfortable power, the grace of an experienced warrior. In turn, one may notice that, though her stance was relaxed, her gaze was constantly shifting about now that they were in the open, never resting on one point for too long, but nor glancing about frantically, as if she had something to hide.

Assuming that the rather unique building with the tower was likely a guild hall, (after all, it did make sense for a town on the fringes of explored territory to have a point from which to note the surroundings from a point of advantageous height), the halfbeast stepped off to walk in that direction, breathing deep and slow, leading the group, giving those behind her both the knowledge that she was lacking the tail of a proper feline halfbeast, and of her ice encrusted equipment. Despite looking forward, she carried the conversation on nonetheless, responding to the large traveler. "I should hope not. Should he attack without explanation, I would assume him hostile, and likely be forced to render him unconscious." A brief shake of the head, ears twitching, and an invisible frown, given her position in the front of the group. Though defending herself was easy enough, she wasn't exactly inclined to defend herself without retaliating towards the aggressor, and her 'blade' was not well suited to harmlessly dispatching the aggressor...

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@ShiningSector
Correct, I'm thinking around 5'4" or 5", no exact number though. Ears probably add an inch or two on that, but they're also just ears so I'm not counting them as part of the total height

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The halfbeast glanced at the traveler that approached them, unsatisfied with the knights answers herself. Ah yes, anubites. That seemed... vaguely familiar, though she couldn't remember many details about them. Not quite halfbeasts, but close. She tilted her head and frowned, ear twitching at the remark about artifacts. So the artifacts were likely more historic than magical, if they would be of more worth to historians than merchants, as the knight had said. She still wasn't entirely convinced about them being a person, but it would be far too rude to pry into that, so instead, she simply nodded.

...if the anubite had been cast to the side long ago, wouldn't that mean she wasn't noble anymore..? After all, to be a royal in a society requires one to partake in said society... a king who travels to a faroff land to become a farmer is naught but a farmer, and their descendants would be farmers, not royalty... tangents, back to the real world please. She shook her head, instead thinking of a different tangent. Why would she be interested enough in these artifacts to send out adventuring parties, all three of which had suffered losses, and one of which hadn't returned? Either she was merely a noble with too much money who wanted to satiate her curiosity, or she was interested in these artifacts for more reason than merely historic value... But they were getting all they were going to out of the knight, it seemed, so the halfbeast instead nodded, noting down the brief description of their next contact.

Glancing towards the large, well built man, she gave him an impassive gaze, the chill of the cold aura around her likely familiar to the northern man, and she nodded to him. "Assuming you can defend yourself-" Which, just looking at him, seemed a fair enough assumption, he was well built, and his garb, plus staff, showed signs of experience "-then you'll be a welcome addition, particularly if anything happens to be too heavy for the rest of us." She spared a polite smile, before simply leaving the tavern, though waiting almost immediately outside for the others.

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Going to go for a bit of a different style, with internal rambles Of which she seems to be doing plenty of being in both italics and her color.

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I've got plenty of free time myself, my main issue is motivation to write, but I can handle that.

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Well, the monotone voice helped add evidence to her theory of the knight being animated armor, although she wasn't sure whether them having a voice was normal or not, she couldn't remember too much about animated armor... or much, really. The artifacts were like maps? Which implies that they weren't actually maps, somehow... The beastgirl studied the knight closely, nodding as the other halfbeast left, not bothering to turn and look at him. Three groups had gone out before, while two had come back with losses... meaning the third hadn't returned at all. A dangerous adventure, then. Hm, perhaps there was something about these artifacts... and what in the hells is that noise?

She looked outside, ears twitching uncomfortably at the loud yelling coming from directly outside in a... vaguely familiar language, though she knew she didn't know it, based on the fact that she didn't understand what he was saying, it could probably be assumed he wasn't the happiest. An assumption that was only confirmed by his prompt dialogue, and she nodded, understanding somehow. Some things were better to be kept buried, but from what she had heard, there was all too much buried in this land anyways, they had to unearth some of it eventually... and better for prepared adventurers to do it than random farmers.

"I suppose you may consider me part of this little group as well. Would your... mistress... be that halfbeast who seems to have disappeared?" The ears were a bit strange, but she seemed like a halfbeast to the cat... She was rather curious about the answer to Victoria's question as well. While she wasn't terribly interested in wealth, these relics were apparently valuable enough for someone to send out 3 adventuring parties, so they must be important somehow...

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Nope. Common/English/generic normal language only here.

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The halfbeast took an occasional sip from the water, swishing it around to keep a layer of ice from forming, though constant frost was covering icing over the outside of the mug. Noting the Anubite, she watched her for a moment, studying the dress, and the Anubite herself, noting the rather irritated expression.

Soon, though, her gaze flicked to the knight following her, blinking at the stiff, rigid movements, tilting their head, an ear twitching atop her head. Perhaps animated armor? That would explain the silence, and rigid motions... plus the power behind that armored fist fit behind a magical construct... Interesting. Rude, though, there were notices underneath that.

Glancing at her fellow patron nearby speaking to her, the halfbeast blinked a few times, tilting her head, before silently nodding, figuring she likely didn't need to speak where simple movements would suffice. Speaking wasn't particularly difficult, but it was more effort than a nod. Standing up, she took her water with her, to slowly drain, letting the cool liquid into her mouth, and slide down her throat smoothly. Her chill aura was more obvious from right next to Victoria, the cold chill settling over her undeniable.

Studying the notice, the halfbeast tilted her head, a frown on her face, shaking her head. She supposed she was a little prone to death... but then again, everyone was. She had just died once before. At least, she thought she had. It was a little fuzzy, but from what she had heard of her 'kind', she had to have died before. Wasn't everyone prone to dying though? In fact, if one was prone to dying, that would mean they'd have to have died commonly... This entire train of thought was irrelevant. The halfbeast quickly shook her head. Right, right. Tangents. Looking to Victoria, the halfbeast was silent for a moment, before nodding, tone quiet and near emotionless. "Perhaps. If they can speak at all, the motions remind me of magical armor..."

She gave a start at that realization, then frowned. How did she know what magical armor was like? Did she recognize the armor...? She hadn't felt any sense of familiarity towards the armor like she had to her current garb, when first she awoke... No, no, she must have just seen animated armor at some point before. Either way, she steps over to the knight herself, sitting at the table next to the knight's, but near enough for her aura to settle over both the other halfbeast, and the knight, waiting for their response.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Aelich

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Aelich blinked a few times, chuckling at the first remark. Clever noble, at the least. Noting the cigarette with a frown, Aelich gave a small shake of the head. She never liked the things. Supposedly they helped with stress, but she had tried some herself, and noticed a negative impact on her respiration she had to fix... Unbothered by him drawing closer, Aelich drew herself up, taking a deep breath and folding her arms beneath her chest. "Ah. My mistake then. In which case, my name is Aelicherenordiana, and you may call me Aelich. The full thing is a bit long." A soft chuckle, the girl cool and collected even as he approached her threatening, almost yelling, but Aelich held no fear for him. After all, fear required there to be danger, and that was something that wouldn't come to her often. Too close to avoid him slipping, however, Aelich's eyes widened just from surprise, the pair both tumbling onto the floor as Baron accidentally launched himself at her, thumping into the desk, then tumbling into the floor. Aelich winced at the pain of hitting the desk lancing through her nerves, biting her lips as she hastily repaired her rather minor wounds, shaking her head, and pushing Baron off of her, her roommate having ended up landing atop her after the fall. "Get.. off, you oaf... how did you miss that puddle being there, were you too busy trying to intimidate me?" From her tone, it was clear that she still didn't respect Baron herself, though her irritation with him being a noble was lessened by the fact that he... wasn't a noble. And humble, but not self-deprecating...