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Tales of Anvellor

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...

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@ShiningSector
Also inside of the Silver Piglet, the door opens, a short Halfbeast meandering in to look around emotionlessly. With a faint sigh, she looked around, noticing what appeared to be a mage calling for another round. Silently considering her options, the girl shook her head, ears twitching slightly, sitting down not at the same table as her, but rather at the nearest table. As the waitress stepped over to refill Victoria's drink with a friendly smile, the halfbeast leaned over to gently tap on her arm, sending a shiver down the waitress spine at the cold touch of the leather gloves, stating calmly "Excuse me, could you get me a glass of water?" She handed the waitress a few crusted over coins, and the waitress blinked, then smiled and nodded. "Of course! Just let me handle her, sweetie."

The waitress filled up Victoria's glass with a fresh round of ale, careful to avoid spilling over what Victoria was writing on, before meandering over, returning shortly with a glass of water for the halfbeast, who took it with a faint smile. Saying nothing, the halfbeast merely studied Victoria's map, and the paragraphs of text. She honestly didn't seem to be doing much, just out of range of her aura affecting Victoria.

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

Aelich

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@Guy0fV4lor

Aelich smirked faintly as she eyed the man, noble, looked like, and a charlie at that. Taking a breath, her strange accent certainly set her apart from most 'commoners', and it was quite unplaceable, seeing as she was the only living person with said accent. Tone falsely sweet, she tilted her head, glare quite venomous, in contrast to how cheerfully she stated "Well, if your lord Baron would look around his humble abodes, he would see that there is indeed a room for him. Provided, of course, he would be satisfied with staying in one room. Should he spread to the other... well, your lordship might not find his private room as private as it could be otherwise." A most certainly sarcastic fluttering of eyebrows, Aelich's sharp gaze never leaving Baron's.

"As to introductions, since my lord Baron refuses to give me his name, I'll offer you the same kindness. You, Baron, may refer to me as Honored Elder, a title befitting my wisdom and experience in the concepts of life and soul." A grimace and a shake of the head, dropping the cheerful mask, and twisting her expression darkly. Stuck up noble. Holding Daddy's estates didn't give you earned power, you were born to it. She, on the other hand, had grasped power from nothing, formed it through sheer stubborn will and persistence, to pass beyond death itself.

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

Aelich

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@Guy0fV4lor

Aelich blinked, broken from her reverie by the sound of another entering the room. Ah, yes, roommate. A rather rude one too. Squat? She was clearly standing here. Straightening her back, Aelich turned to examine the man for a few moments. Hm, seemed elegant enough, spectacles... but that attitude was another thing. Pausing for a moment, she spoke, with a rather curious accent on her speech. "I could say the same to you, but unlike you, I made the assumption that a large room with two separate bedrooms would indeed support two people." Aelich gave him a smile, dripping with exaggerated cheer.

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

Aelich

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Aelich meandered about absently for a few minutes, not having bothered going to the party, instead carrying a little slip of paper. Azalea... Azalea...

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That is a series of tunnels. Eh, whatever. It's not like she cared too much. To think that they had regressed to more sophisticated cave people, however... perhaps it was a quirk of the school? Either way, standing out here thinking wasn't going to get anything done. Aelich took her rather meager collection of belongings, which essentially consisted of a few pairs of clothes and a thick, but surprisingly crisp journal, walking in.

It wasn't terribly long before she found room A0, and stepped in, tilting her head, then smiling at the wide array of foreign devices before her. Now these would be interesting... exploring the room, Aelich just sort of tossed her belongings into an empty corner, fiddling and just sort of poking the mechanical contraptions. Such strange... things, made of metal and... more metal. And also more metal. She supposed it was a rather sturdy material.