Submitting Anabel Imvara, half-elf investigator.
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”Up we go,” Anabel says, following Cage with loaded crossbow at the ready!
Anabel takes in the room quickly, then points to the door nearby. "Let's keep going through there," she suggests.
Annabel gathers the flayleaf. (”For medicinal purposes,” she insists.) She keeps her eyes and ears sharp as she follows Cage.
Anabel hopes Cotton or another socially-inclined companion is able to talk the leshys down, but she keeps her crossbow in her hands in case things turn sour...
Anabel takes aim and shoots at the second druid before reloading.
Anabel raises her crossbow and aims at the first druid, but then she frowns and shifts her aim to the second one, pulling the trigger.
It would seem changing targets was the right choice, as her bolt hits the man in the gut. She calmly reloads her weapon.
When they reach the treehouses, Anabel fills an empty vial with reagents and swirls it around, creating a crystal-clear elixir. She drinks it, enhancing her sight.
"Alright, let's take the stairs. Cage, lead the way," she says, crossbow loaded and at the ready.
"A unicorn is basically just a fancy horse," Anabel says matter-of-factly. "I simply employed the same tactics as I would to calm any equine, though it took a bit of extra doing. It seemed like that unicorn might have been subjected to some sort if harmful poison or drug. It was a risk releasing it in that state, but fortunately it did not attack us. I do hope it will recover. "As for this trail, I'm willing to bet it is the path those druids took to get here, dragging the poor unicorn with them. It will lead to the place where they have been staying, and there we will likely find Bolan and the portal key."
Anabel spends several minutes applying poultices and bandages to her wounds. Then she kneels by the trail of blood, examining it closely.
She straightens up and points to where the trail leads. "I'm on the case. Let's go."
Anabel gingerly removes the daggers from her body. She cautiously approaches the unicorn, keeping a safe distance away, as she tries to soothe the panicked beast.
Anabel hisses in pain as the daggers stab into her. She forces herself to remain calm as she calculates a new trajectory. She squeezes her trigger, and the bolt flies and hits home.
"Right you are," Anabel says, already calculating trajectory and wind speed in her head. She raises her crossbow and shoots the nearest cultist in the chest before calmly reloading.
"Ah. I've read about this. Planar bleed. In order to fix it, you have to reverse the polarity of the metaphysical flow and seal the gap. Like so..." Anabel pulls an odd tool from her belt and demonstrates what she's been babbling about.
Anabel shakes the blood off of her rapier. She stoops to retrieve her crossbow, then moves to follow Cage, scanning the area for danger.
Anabel twists to avoid the creature's jaws. Feeling Cotton's magic bolstering her, the half-elf comes up with a brilliant stratagem. She tosses her crossbow to the ground to distract her attacker before drawing her rapier from her belt. With a sudden thrust, she drives the blade through the monster's eye and into its brain!
"I got a bad feeling about this," Anabel remarks as she readies her crossbow to shoot any creature that might rear its ugly head.
Anabel closes her eyes and massages her temples as she feels a headache coming on from Lyra's incessant questions. "Are we there yet?" she mutters.
Anabel keeps her hood up to keep the rain at bay as they continue to ride through the Wilewood. Occasionally, her body seems to flicker and become insubstantial, the rain passing through her, before she stabilizes again. The half-elf grits her teeth, eager to reach their destination and do what needs to be done to further their pursuit of answers about what's happened to them.
"Bolan sounds like somebody who needs to be stopped at all costs," Anabel says. "We'll put a stop to his nefarious plans, Lemma."
Anabel glances at Cotton, then turns her gaze back to Lemma, remaining quiet for now.
"Yes, of course," Anabel says. The half-elf retrieves several pieces of salted meat from her pack and begins to roast it over the crackling flames. She stares into the fire as she muses on the situation. "I never thought I'd be preparing dinner for a living doll. But then, I've done a lot of things lately that I never thought I'd do. It is a season of new experiences, it would seem."
Anabel nods. "Thank you, Fianara. We will meet with Lemma tomorrow morning." Assuming the others are amenable, she prepares to bed down for the night.
"I think triggering multiple alarms is a viable plan. Let's do that one," Anabel says in agreement.
"I could take off my scarf and show my ears. Make them chase me," Anabel suggests with a shrug.
Anabel looks around for any hidden dangers, or anything that might give them an advantage.
”It’s the thought that counts,” Anabel says, trying to undo the damage Lyra has done. She takes extra care not to be caught, lest the mission fail before it begins.
Anabel quirks an eyebrow at the positioning of the device. "Why, Mister Varsus. Is that an aura recorder in your pocket, or you just happy to see me?" she asks coyly.
"It shouldn't be too difficult to disguise my heritage," Anabel says. "Any head covering will do. A simple hooded cloak, since we haven't time for knitting." She nods to Fianara in greeting when the elf approaches. Meeting full-blooded elves always triggers a slight pang of regret in Anabel's heart for never knowing her elven mother, but like most of her emotions, she buries it inside herself as she listens to the elf's explanation. "A fascinating device. I am sure we will be able to assist you in exchange for your own assistance. Quid pro quo. I, myself, am an accomplished investigator with some talent for alchemy as well." As the others explain their skills, Anabel tries to remember what she's read about gorgas. Then she commits herself to investigating the aiudara.
Anabel nods as the doctor reparts. "Right. Let's be about it, then, shall we?" The half-elf moves to speak to Fianara.
"Yes, I am interested in the answer to that question as well. Disintegrating is not on my to-do list," Anabel says, using her shirt to wipe the rain from her glasses before putting them back on again. She has made sure to keep her alchemical ingredients safe from the rain inside her large leather case, and she squints to try to see what lies on the other side of the bridge into Sevenarches.
Here is my character for the game (half-elf investigator). • What were you doing just before the aiudara opened? Anabel was searching for rare alchemical reagents in Galt's Boarwood when she stumbled upon the cave that hides Galtgate. • Which aiudara did you go through/where were you when you vanished? Galtgate, located in a cavern under the forest, below what was once an elven temple until it was abandoned when many of the elves withdrew from Golarion prior to Earthfall. The temple itself was subsequently razed by soldiers of Taldor. • What had changed when you returned again? Anabel feels strangely empty, like she left a part of herself on the other side of the gate. • How did you respond when Dr Ritalson contacted you? Excited, curious, scared etc. Anabel was intrigued by the offer and interested in solving the mystery of what happened to herself. • What makes you special? Out of all the Gatewalkers out there, why (according to you) did Ritalson choose you? Anabel has an extremely inquisitive mind. If anybody can get to the bottom of things, it's her!
Anabel listens to Firinn's story about Jatia and the lamp. "Hmm. Perhaps I can try to talk to her," the elf says.
Whatever Anabel says seems to do the trick, as a few minutes later, she emerges from Jatia's house with the Mauxi lamp and delivers it to Ndidi!
Anabel peers closely at the letters with unclear addresses. She is able to make out two of them after a few minutes, spurring her elephant bird on to deliver those two letters.
Several hours of asking around leads the elf to the right houses to deliver the remaining ones.
"Take care, Unya!" Anabel calls. She casts a spell to protect the catfolk from the mushroom man's attacks.
Anabel looks up at the bigger warrior and smiles, blushing slightly. ”Oh, thank you. Before I came to the Magaambya, I trained as a shaman for my tribe. It was my role to mediate disputes and offer wisdom. Those skills are sure to prove useful here, as well.”
Anabel spends some time asking people about sources of bones. She is rewarded with a story about a cow carcass just outside of town. According to rumor, a farmer brought the cow to market along the crowded road when the cow stood stock still, uttered the words, “A market in the city? Death would be better!” and died on the spot. No one has bothered to take care of the unusual cow’s remains just yet. "Those sound like they might be lucky bones!" the elf says.
"There should be plenty of time to get all three groups of ingredients before the day is done," Anabel says. "Though, of course, it would go faster if we split into smaller groups. I'm fine either way."
Deciding to divide and conquer, Anabel heads in the opposite direction as Unya to make some inquiries.
”I plan to join the Emerald Boughs, so that I may learn magic to help the Ekujae people. What about you?” Anabel asks.
Anabel holds out her hand encouragingly to let Twig climb onto it. "I do not speak your language. Perhaps I will have to learn so I can speak to Twig! They are so cute!"
Anabel gasps in happy surprise as Twig makes an appearance. "Don't worry, Okapi! Your friend is welcome here. Hello, little one! Nice to meet you!"
Anabel shakes her head and Drazhan storms off. She says something softly in Elven. Elven:
"He is a pretty man, but he needs an attitude adjustment." "My room is sufficient, but I have yet to make it cozy," she says to Okapi. "I would be happy to liven your room up some. When time permits, I will look for some colorful flowers and other plants to make it feel more like home for you."
"Not me," Anabel says with a chuckle. "My physical frailty has always been my bane. But I found new purpose, and new powers. I can contribute in other ways." She picks up a banana, which swells slightly and become much more vibrant in her hands. "I am a vessel of vitality. Life energy flows from me into all living things, but sometimes I have trouble preventing too much from seeping outwards..."
Anabel blushes at the sprite’s praise. ”Well, you certainly are a charmer! I would be honored to attend. Are you to be my escort?” She smiles and offers a hand to the diminutive fey.
Anabel makes pleasantries with each student as they are introduced, but she doesn't linger in the common room too long. She finds her room and gently places her pack by the bed. The slight elf kneels and clasps the iron symbol around her neck, closing her eyes in prayer. "Thank you for this gift, Sun Goddess of Dawn. I will embrace this opportunity to better myself, that I may better others." The air around Anabel thrums softly with potential energy as the life-giving powers within her resonate with the magic of the Magaambya grounds. She emerges from her room with a wide smile on her face, ready to continue the tour.
Anabel studies the snake closely, casting a cantrip to give herself guidance.
”Ah! I see it,” the elf declares. ”Look at the patterns on its scales. This snake was born alongside a shadow twin who watches events from the spirit world. A good secret, yes?”
Anabel smiles and returns Firinn’s bow. ”It would be my pleasure, noble sprite.”
"Who are you?"
"What most interests you?"
"What do you consider your greatest strength?"
"What work have you done to bolster those in and around the Magaambya before now?"
"What do you seek at the Magaambya?"
”Once you have attained that which you seek, what goals do you wish to achieve?”
Anabel is flustered by the catfolk's manic energy. When asked if her whole family is short, she says, "It's just me--" but her reply is quickly swallowed in a sea of conversation, so she simply steps back and observes the banter. When the sixth person arrives, though, her amber eyes widen and her brown cheeks flush to a darker shade as she drinks him in--and there's quite a lot of him, isn't there? "Shall we begin?" he asks, and she nods wordlessly...
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