@Avenging-Angel Alo held a moments pause at her words, not flinching from her proximity. He turned toward her fully, his face inches from hers. "I can just as well leave if my truth is too hurtful." he spread his arms, . "That savage you haul around knows nothing of war! Why are we Avengers here if you wouldn't need warriors? Have you attempted to correct his incompetence? Or are you just used to being a nanny, banshee?" Alos' hands balled into fists. He stood defiant, locking eyes with her. "Maybe I'm doing a greater favor to him."
@Uriel1339 @Jorimel Artarsi locked eyes with Yareli as she approached both him and his odd comrade, nodding as she spoke. "Well met, Yareli. I'm Artarsi, though I'm afraid I cannot tell you where from as I am not here by my free will, I was instead plucked by the hands of fate and thrown into it's sea, should there come a day where I decide that I retire from my current path, I will certainly tell you all about my origin. Though I have no doubt we will make for fine comrades when it comes to your mission." Artarsi largely ignored what Avrielle was saying about his own self, though a mutter escaped his masked mouth, something only ones standing by him could hear, "Try retaining your sanity after being fooled by the court jesters."
@Wata | Astarielle blinked at Alo as he spoke, her eyes widening when he called her a nanny. She wouldn't exactly say the term was an insult to her, she'd met nice people while being one, but he obviously felt different. Rather than be bothered by Alo's attempt to insult her she was more angered by the way he talked of Talis and looked at him with contempt. "I wouldn't exactly call a Dire Avenger a warrior! Call Talis a savage again and I'll show you a real warrior!"
@BadDo9 Not waiting for a response Faenkon stood up and brushed the dirt away. "You can learn more about a person by watching than you can by talking. Action will always speak louder than words. So let's go see what has transpired in our absence shall we?" He began heading back to their base camp. Faenkon stopped short and sat amongst the brush just observing the camp activities. In a hushed whisper, "Come Talis, sit with me. You have more friends here than you realize." He gestured for him to watch the comings and goings of the camp. Avierelle was still cooking, while it appeared others had begun talking to the late comers. "One can find truth by another's actions in our absence. We shall see how they truly feel. Just stay quiet, open your eyes and ears." He hoped that this would help the young Talis regain that spark he had when they first set out. But there was still a chance that this could further instill his fears of being an outsider. He had confidence in them to do what was right and stick up for Talis. But there was the creeping thought that no matter what he said or did he could not bring Talis out of this funk he has fallen into.
@kanila @Jorimel Talis was hesitant to answer the Ranger, as he just as new to them as the new warriors were, and was obviously still convinced they would rather have more warriors than he himself. Which is why he jumped and hesitated more when told to hide in the brush. He wasn't unused to the action - it was a very good way to get glimpses and sketches of things one would normally not see - but it was the first time he spied on another while doing so. The first thing he saw when he sat down was tension. He could hear what they were near-yelling about, and part of him was even more ashamed that he had caused this. So he distracted himself a moment by looking at Avrielle and her cooking. She was still on the first cut. "It should be perfect right about now.." he whispered for no one in particular. He had before told her about using a finger and testing the way the center would spring back up against gentle pressure, comparing it to the ways their own skin did on the nose, upper lip and forehead. He pressed the tip of his nose gently as if he could test the meat himself, and simply wondered if she'd listened to him - if he could at least teach some things..
Such a vast amount of talking and comotion was extremely uncomfortable for Talshin. Perhaps this is why he would not emerge from the shadows for more than a moment to merely move to a better position to keep watch. Strangely enough, though it did make him feel out of place, he was still interested in relearning about interacting with others...outside of just saying a few words. He was about to step out and say something until he heard (@kanila ) Faenkon say, "You can learn more about a person by watching than you can by talking. Action will always speak louder than words." There was a great deal of truth in that statement, or at least that is what he used to rationalize his loner mindset. It was a double-edged sword, on the one hand he did love to be alone, but on the other he would remain on his pilgrimage if he did not learn things aside from war. So, as he had done since his arrival, he remained one with the shadows and kept a close eye on the Warlock, Morvan.
@ItsTime Perplexed by the response she pushed him aside out of her mind for now as the other stranger was doing nothing but causing trouble. She gave him a look up and down though in order to attempt to identify where his oriign was from - perhaps one of his runes may have given a hint? @Wata "I understand you, Dire Avenger." Yareli said, taking the attention to herself again, hand on her blade as she approached him - not just drawn yet. "You are a warrior who has no respect until you have found someone worthy of your own blade, isn't that it? A warrior who only desires to follow someone adequate, like an Exarch, an Autarch. Farseers matter not, they wander the path of the witch. A Felarch, a captain of an entire corsair crew matters little for he wanders the path of the outcast. But you, you walk the Path of the Warrior and in order to give your nihilism a false sense of purpose you wish to sacrifice the only thing you have left - your life - in the name of Khaela Mensha Khaine." "But let me ask you one thing. If you are such a talented warrior, why have you abandoned your craftworld? Why have you come here? And do not give me a pathetic lie or a riddle like your comrade. If you have nothing better to do than claim your superiority, act all high and mighty like you are the mighty Asurmen's very incarnation - destined to become the next Phoenix Lord." She drew her blade and pointed it straight at the head of the Aspect Warrior. "Then perhaps you should get out of our sight before we smite you." Yareli spoke serious, having a basic stance of a banshee, if anyone could recognize as such it was Astarielle (@Avenging-Angel ). But her intentions were not as sinister as she might have made it sound. Though one thing made her different from the assembled Eldar - she has learned the way of communications and diplomacy. This included to treat brutes as brutes. They understood no words - like Orks - only the way of war. And even if she was to lose to him - the fact she stood up against him instead of further 'annoy' him with words, would earn her respect in the long way. Furthermore and perhaps more importantly, if he turned out to be superior and attempt to kill Yareli - then his true face would be his demise, that he was nothing better than the corrupted kin they have slain together on their quest for the tears.
@Uriel1339 Perhaps if Yareli has a sharp eye, even more so than the regular Eldar, she could notice that Artarsi was infact from Lybraesil, this could be spotted by the slightly purple tinted armor of the Avenger, for purple was iconic color for the guardians of Lybraesil. Artarsi was reading her facial expression the whole time, if Yareli manages to crack the mystery of his origin, he would not make a move to stop he, he simply stood and waited.
@Uriel1339 @Avenging-Angel @Jorimel Alo had never considered to be lethally violent against his own kin. He had a raging spirit but he wasn't a murderer. Sure, he wanted to show Astarielle he was not afraid and even was ready to meet her into violence, byt never with the intent to kill kin. How he was now challenged was new to him. At his home in the craftworld people had stayed out of his way excluding Exarchs, or was it Farseer Salianna who had appeased everyone behind his back? Alo noticed he was more of a nuisance that usual, something had him on the edge constantly and he did not know what. Alo stared at the tip of her blade a moment. His expression was ice. He moved closer to Yareli, so that the edge of her blade was at his neck. He pressed into it, blood dripped and traveled along the blade toward the hilt. "Winterheart was given to me when I slaughtered unarmed mong-keigh. Women too. We were chasing a chaos cult, they lead us to them. When it was time to part ways I killed them all. Exarch pulled me off from the last one. I do not regret it, they claimed to be innocent but humans are weak against corruption." Alo moved closer to Yareli, her blade cutting deeper to his neck. Alo did not show pain, only a cold stare. "What purpose do you think a man like me has? I have not discovered it, yet." Yareli had his respect.
@Wata | There was some respect in her eyes when Astarielle looked over at Yareli as the diplomat gave voice to her thoughts. The Mymearan had clearly had some training from one from a Banshee shrine, although she still insisted on endangering herself needlessly, and the way she handled her blade, now that Astarielle had the luxury of analysing her grip, spoke of decent training, at least by Biel-tan standards. Taking a step back and moving to get a loose grip on her pistol, in case a fight really did break out, Astarielle let out a snort of amusement, pointing at Yareli with her free hand. "You barely had to say anything and a warrior emerged!" She let out another snort when Winterheart explained his name. "The Mon'keigh are vermin and to feel shame at killing them... Your exarch was weak."
