Psychic Focal (Character event)

Tson

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The Psykers can tell that there is something wrong with these Wolves, they are emoting wildly, anger and pain is emanating from them at an astounding level, enough to give the Psykers headaches, there are roughly thirty wolves, less the two that were killed, and they run toward the carriage with rabid determination, and die where they land, pierced by bullets or bursts of telekemortic energy...
The carriage draws to a halt, there is the sound of someone jumping down, then footsteps, and Adam appears at the back door of the coack, musket rifle in hand, and levels it at Heinrich. The ambassador finds himself being held at riflepoint by a man in a black raincape and bowler hat, who must have been sitting next to Adam. Adam speaks.
"Aright gents, ye's better gaet oot, we's as goin tae have a lattle chat."
There is a clap of thunder overhead, and the rain begins to fall heavily again...

Jenwuf
"Taisn a thang, travel saf now."
The road up the hill is slick with rain, and as the two continue up it the heavens open with renewed vigor, raindrops spattering on the cobbles and running down the gutters in torrents, the Town Hall is a large, Gothic building, with dark spires and a clocktower. It is decorated with a statuette of death, his scythe cradling the clock, a reminder perhaps that time is the greatest killer. There are two large hardwood doors, with bronze trimming on the wooden frames, large, and foreboding.

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Tson
"Fucking hell, take that outta my face."
Heinrich steps out of the vehicle..

Jenwuf

Tson
While walking, the two speak between eachother...

???-δ: "What was with those people boarding that cart before we went inside the inn... They seemed... odd..."

???-α: "Im... not sure... I swear I've seen one of them before..."

???-δ: "What do you mean?"

???-α: "I... I'll try to remember it for later..."

???-δ: "Alright..."

The two observe the statue once there, impressed by it, before approaching the doors.
α knocks on the door three times before attempting to open them, both impatient to get out of the rain.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador points a finger at the gun, fiering a beam of light that melts the rifle's barrel into liquid, making the rifle not-usable anymore, then he floats down and sits close to them.
"Fine then, lets talk, but I prefer to not have a gun at my face, not that that'd do much, but it'd be painful to get shot anytime."

Tson

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The man looks at the Ambassador, his face expressionless.
"Oh dear me, that's Royal Mail property my lad, and Muskets don't come cheap, you, are in some serious trouble."

Adam looks at the three figures, and lowers the rifle a little, but keeping it ready.
"Nae thun, I'sn going tae tull ye a tale, tham wolves, thay be interestin creatures, ye see, they ains part o' the local fauna, does ye knae why?"
He pauses, but carries on before anyone can answer.
"Bacaes than daent come fram thus wurld, our mannae times ovver ancestors broght aem ovver fram whur they lived bafore, I daisna knae why, but tes true."
He looks at the three with meaning.
"Nae I'sn reckon they aint thae on'y ones who daent come fram roun here."
He props the musket under his arm, reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a grubby tin box, opens it, and takes out a cigar. He strikes a match on the butt of his rifle and lights it, throwing the match to one side and taking a long pull. Breathing smoke out, he speaks again.
"Now, ais ye gannae tull me whut thes is all aboot thun? Star paeple."

Tson

Jenwuf
They walk into a black and white marble tiled entrance hall, there are staircases to either side leading up to a landing with a balustrade, that looks over the entrance hall. There is a clerk dressed in a black waistcoat and with a pair of horn rimmed spectacles on his long nose sitting at a counter to one side, scribbling in a book with a fountain pen, he looks up when the two enter, peering at them over his glasses.
"Can I help you two..."
He looks at them with disdain
"Gentlemen?"

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Fort_Master_Gustav
"You really hate the subtle way."

Fort_Master_Gustav

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"I don't think he was subtle in pointing a gun at my head, plus I reckon he isn't blind."

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Tson
Heinrich lets out a long sigh before answering..
"From somewhere round here came some kinda... wave, for a lack of words ta describe it. It destroyed a lot of important shit and even almost wiped out whole civilizations, from what I've heard."
He pauses..
"We're here to find out where that came from. Didn't want to cause too much of a ruckus, which is why WE didnt yeet the wolves out of existence. That guy over there is.. different to put it nicely."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"I already told you that I don't know where I come from, but take what he said, I felt it very well, the wave was psychic in nature, and I can feel signatures of such potency even when I'm halfway across the galaxy. Now, for your rifle, I think you should've thought twice before pointing that thing at me, though I can repay you."

The Ambassador is lying down... in the air.

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
The man in the bowler hat continues in his tone of admonishment.
"I Think you, sir, as a visitor to our land, and what is more a guest of the Royal Mail Packet, should think about the fact that we have every right to point any amount of weapons at potentially dangerous visitors who have just slain an entire pack of wild wolves in front of them, and who they have kindly let travel for less than half fare when regulations dictate half fare for traveling on the step. That, sir, Is what I think."

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Adam pulls on the cigar again, and breathes out the smoke.
"Whul, i'm suir glad we's had ye tae help us, but I'd bae obliged if yae thrae wauld travel the rest o' the way up front wi' me, so's I can keep an eye on ye, as ye'll probably imagine, I'sn nat really ready tae trust yae yet."
He turns to the man in the bowler hat.
"Aisn ye travel en tha back fer thae rest o the way Jem?"
"Yes Mr Adam, if you have any trouble, please do not hesitate to call on me."
"Ca'en thaen, le's gaet gaing."

Jenwuf
They walk into a wood panelled room, it is high, and there is a large window at the rear. Someone is standing in front of it with their back to the Lupidirans, their hands linked behind their back.
"Greetings."
They turn, it is a young man of about twenty, he is pale, with black short hair, and wears a blue velvet waistcoat with a white cravat, the gold chain of a pocket watch clearly visible in his top pocket, he smiles warmly, but disconcertingly, and what he says next is more disconcerting.
"What can I do for you two ladies?"

Jenwuf

Tson
???-α: "Umm... Hello, we were directed here and wish to speak with the mayor... Its rather important..."

???-δ: "Im getting really tired of people calli-"

???-α: "Shh"

α gives the man a weak smile, although understandably it probably would not look anything like normal smile at all.

Tson

Jenwuf
The man shivers at the horrific grimace, looking to him as if the... creature... is showing it's teeth to him.
It's sharp teeth.
It's sharp, carnivorous teeth...
"Ah, er... y-yes of course I will just go and..."
He stands, knocking over his chair, and positively jogs up one of the staircases. moments later he reappears, still looking worried.
"T-the mayor will see you now gentlemen, please go in."
He gestures toward a door at the top of the left staircase, with a bronze plaque on it.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two look at eachother confused, seemingly not understanding why he is suddenly acting so strangely, before walking up the stairs and opening the door to step inside.

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Fort_Master_Gustav
Heinrich simply rolls his eyes at the ambassador obviously trying to impress people.. and failing.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two just look at eachother, perhaps confused by his correct knowledge of that they are indeed both female, although blinded by relief that someone finally got it right, before speaking to the man, suprisingly δ speaking first for once.

???-δ: "We are here to seek the potential source of a great danger to our people, and from what we have heard, yours too... We wish to put a stop to it, before it... Does what it did... Ag... Again..."

???-α: "This danger has caused our people to go insane, and torn us apart... It is probable that you might know of such things happening here, to either your people, or perhaps other life and things out there... If you could tell us of such things, It could lead us to it, and allow us to stop this..."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Okay then, come to my house, I'll shoot you in the feet and you can't complain about it because you're a visitor. I think you're denser than the metal I just melted, now shush and be glad you aren't wolf food."

The Ambassador then cloaks himself, and goes to sit where he was sitting before the whole ordeal.

Tson

Jenwuf
"Of course."
His voice is unusual, and sounds like it is the aural equivalent of maple syrup, sickly sweet. Along with his deep blue eyes, there is a slightly hypnotic effect on the listener, and there is also the strange cold-warm smile that they eyes do not quite seem to agree with. His voice is quite different to the drawl of the locals, possibly he is from another region, or another layer of society.
"If you would, please take a seat."
He gestures expansively to two plush armchairs, placed symmetrically in front of the desk. He sits himself, and steeples his fingers, leaning forward. Apart from the seats, the desk, and a bookshelf, the room is entirely featureless, it is, of course a coincidence that there are the right amount of chairs, and that they are larger and sturdier than most...
"Now, the incident you are taking of is, I assume the event that occurred recently, and resulted in the strange events that are unfolding here, as well as the deadly ones unfolding elsewhere, tell me, where your people greatly psychic?"

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Oh dear, I think someone needs to learn some manners..."
Adam gives Jem a look.
"Lev em be Jem, I'sn reckon he's more tae be pitied thaen desliked. Jes kep an eye on he, and wail laeve it at thae."
Adam mounts the coach at the front, and waits for the others, Jem mounts at the back, and sits on the bench, straightening his raincape. Adam shouts back to the Ambassador.
"Haever much I deslike yae lad, I reckon yae've earned a seat, so tek one isstead o' the step fo' thae rest o' the way."

Drakador_Chaos
The others follow him, staying back slightly, there is a small wait, then the hatch on the door opens, and an eye is pressed to the opening.
"Hae es et?"

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Tson
Fort_Master_Gustav
(Sorry for the delay)
"Sure, can do that."
Heinrich and Lagertha climb up next to Adam, and sit down..

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...for a brief moment Nurian had a sinister look on his face as the coach passed by, he waited for a while until it was out of sight, then he walked towards the gate...and took off his hood while knocking on the guardhouse.
"Oi, mate, anyone there?"

Jenwuf

Tson
The two sit down, looking down at the chairs somewhat strangely before sitting, seemingly somewhat untrusting but at the same time knowing this person is the first person to actually seem to be able to truly help them.
???-δ: "Psychic? what is tha-"

???-α: "I... Think thats what you would call it, yes.
Although we called it the link, i think you people would call it that...
It was capable of so many things... Even in extreme cases manipulating reality itself!
It gave us life... But... it seems that it is also the one to take it from us too..."

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
"Been out in the mountains hunting when some big hairy beast showed up, might´ve been some alpha, hadda take a run n lost my bow but found these two lads there in a cave...", he nodded back towards the other two... "...been looking like they saw a ghost, you know the way to the mayor, n maybe someone who sells some good bows?" ...he lifted an eyebrow...

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador then seats on the seat, instead of the step.

Tson

Jenwuf
"A familiar dichotomy, so many things are alike, the soil gives life, but in the end we all return to it's loving embrace."
He twiddles his thumbs.
"Well, most of us."
He sits back, interlinking his fingers and placing them under his chin, looking at the two with a gaze that appears to see through them and out the back of their heads.
"So you are wishing for answers? But in this cruel universe answers do not come easy, and some never find any, tell me, how far are you willing to go to find them? What would you give? Your knowledge? Your possessions?"
He leans forward ever so slightly again, and he smiles, but this time not with his mouth, with his eyes...
"Your lives?"
The question hangs there for what seems like an eternity, though it is only a few seconds in reality, then he leans back again and laughs once.
"I am jesting, do not fear, however what I say holds some truth, there are unscrupulous people on this world..."
The way he says "This world" seems to hold a second meaning.
"...and many would not hesitate to kill such gentle creatures as yourselves."
The way he says this makes the two feel very uncomfortable
"As for me, I will tell you what I know, though it be little, would you like any refreshments before we start?"

Drakador_Chaos
"Aye, gies a sec."
The hatch closes, then the door opens, the man standing beyond it beckoning them in.
"Ca'en in"