Psychic Focal (Character event)

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"A Nickname? Sure, sure. Call me whatever you please, as long as it sounds nice."

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Hmm."
He steeples his fingers.
"Any suggestions?"

Drakador_Chaos
The man looks at him oddly, and opens the door.
"Please, follow me."
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. The hall is empty, though there is a desk that is no doubt used for reception during the day. The baron turns to Nurian, a look of mock thoughtfulness on his face.
"Tell me, mr Hunter from the woods, why do I get the feeling that you are bad news?"
The DNA trace suddenly matches... with residue on Cedric!

LeftHandofGod
The gates stand, large, ominous, and most importantly, closed. There is a small door in the left one, that has a smaller hatch in it at eye level.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
..."Aye, let´s go ´nside please, if ya don´ mind sir, been walking through ´hat rain long ´nough."
He still waited on the result of the DNA on the statues...
In the meanwhile he scanned the man seeing if there were any anomalies on him...

LeftHandofGod

Tson
The more armored of the pair stops at the height of the plateau.
"Alright, I'll hold here in case you need fire support. I know I don't exactly blend into the background, and there's no use scaring the locals if we don't have to."

A soft laugh from the other. "Take care of yourself, Kelat. I'd hate to have to find another heavy hitter."

"Me? What about you? You're going right into the damn place. Now get your ass moving while there's still daylight."

She laughs again and pauses to pull a cloak out of a bag and use the camouflage on her armor to make it look like traveling clothes. "Wish me luck."

Several hours later, a figure in a cloak comes walking up to the city gates.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Hmmmm, suggestions? I've no idea, my appearence maybe? something to do with wolves?"

LeftHandofGod

Tson
The woman stops for a minute, then rolls her eyes and marches up and knocks firmly on the gate three times.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
Nurian noted the match without showing any reaction and then continued talking... " Aye, mister...errr Cedric? Is ´hat fine if I call you ´at? I mean, I did say there´s been some kinda problem in th´ woods and ´m not comin from your city, so I guess it´s jus´natural to think ´hat, wouldn´ be th´ first time."
He scratched his head...
" Oh ´n I lost mah purse on th´ way ´ere so ´ad some issues payin. Now I gotta head out huntin again before I can return home, won´ get far without supllies, I guess. Had some pretty nasty meetin with some large hairy thing in th´ woods and wanted to ask ya if there´s anything else poor old me shoulda watch out for, heard from th´guard there´s been some preeetty weird folks aroun´ town ´n last few days..."
He had a somewhat clueless look on his face but closely watched the reaction of the Baron...

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
Jasper laughs.
"Well don't ask me old man, I suppose we'll just have to wait until something presents itself. Would you like a drink?"

LeftHandofGod
The small hatch opens, and an eye is applied to the hole.
"Whae as et? What dae ye waent?"

boombox
"You took a pretty bad tumble, it looked like you fell off the roof, what on earth were you doing up there?"
It is a woman's voice, and Lagertha's eyes focus somewhat, the woman is staring down at her worriedly.
She appears to be in a living room, lying on a wooden couch with a few pillows propping her head up.
"You just lie there and rest, I'm going to have to put a spint on that leg of yours, looks like it has snapped."

Drakador_Chaos
Cedric sighs.
"By all means, would you like to come into my office?"
He smiles thinly, and there is no warmth behind it.

Jenwuf
"Thaet bae th' understatement o' the year laddie and I'll tell yae that fer nothin."
There is a loud bang and a howl of wind as someone enters, then the Inn door closes again, two figures walk up to the bar, shaking rain off themselves. The barkeeper turns to them.
"E'enin gen- bae huvvens it's anuther one!"
She'la and Blak look at him in confusion...

boombox

Tson
From instinct she immediately tries to throat punch him, but she is too weak.. he hand merely makes it half way before it falls down again..
"Wo... Was...."
She pauses and grits her teeth together...
"Where am I?... Who are you?"

Jenwuf

Tson
???-δ: "Really? Thank you!"
δ turns their head to look at α.
???-δ: "You know, i think you must have met some really bad people to have gotten the impression that you have of humans."

???-α: "Ha... N-no... not really... I just know they can be capable of... being rather reckless sometimes..."

boombox

Tson
Lagertha slowly turned her head, the pain shooting up her leg...
"Where... where is my backpack?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Sure! I actually don't have the need to eat or drink anything, at least I survived the past months without doing so, but I can still taste stuff."

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...Nurian shrugged, "Sure sir, if ya think that´s better. Jus´ lead the way!"

Jenwuf

Tson
The two turn to face the two newcomers, seemingly confused by the barkeep's statement before seeing the two.
???-α: "Oh... Hello there... ummm...."
Seemingly lost for words, they just both sit silently, with their ears twitching rapidly and heads tilted slightly to the side in clear display of their confusion.

LeftHandofGod

Tson
She rolls her eyes again and huffs. "I am a traveler seeking food and lodgings for the night."

Tson

boombox
"Hush now, you can have your bag later, you have a concussion, that needs to rest a while you know?"

Fort_Master_Gustav
"My you are an odd fellow aren't you? What do you fancy, I have a wonderful Claret, or there is Port if you prefer."
He stands up and walks to a cabinet in the corner. The door of the room opens and Hermione walks in, Jasper looks up.
"Ah hello my dear, we were just about to have a little drink, care to join us?"
"No, thank you Jasper, I just came to say I am going to retire for the night."
"Ah, very well old girl, bit of a troubling day eh?"
She looks at Jasper as if he has just made the understatement of the century.
"Good night dear."
The door closes behind her again.
"So, Mr Ambassador, what will it be?"

Drakador_Chaos
The Mayor walks up the stairs, Nurian catches a glimpse of his face as he reaches the top, and he looks like he is incensed, however when they reach the door he turns, and there is a wide smile on his face again. He opens the door.
"Please, after you."
Apart from a plush armchair placed in front of a desk, the desk and it's own armchair, and a bookshelf, the room is entirely featureless, there is a large bay window, upon which the rain drums ceaselessly. The mayor walks over to the desk, and sits in the chair, slumping slightly, he looks a little tired. He gestures to the seat.
"Please sit, and tell me, what exactly do you want to know about? I will oblige as best I can."

boombox

Tson
"A small.."
She coughs..
"...A small bottle, which looks like it has liquid fire inside.. In the backpack.. please.."
She looks down at her leg in pain...

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...after the door closed and the mayor sat down, Nurian looke daround for a few moments in apparent amazement...
"Havin´ it fancy ´ere, eh? Well I jus´ wanted to know wether anythin odd happened nearby lately, or if there´s anythin I shoulda watch out for when goin´ huntin aroun´ the area."
After contemplating about it for a while he decided to continue playing the hunter for now and closely observe the barons reactions...

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Port please, a strong taste to liven me up after I saw a walking skeleton."
The Ambassador chuckles a bit, and twindles his fingers on the armrest of the chair he's sitting on.

Tson

boombox
The woman shrugs.
"Well, I can if you want, but it won't bring your magic back if that's what you think."
She gives Lagertha a knowing look.
"I didn't want to tell you yet, but you have the mark of the Blight upon you."
She sits, drawing up a chair.
"Dead man's blight, who did you kill girl? What could be worth this?"
She hands the bottle over, smiling wanly.

Jenwuf
Blak slides onto the stool next to them, grinning.
"Hello strangers, I bet you are here for the same reason as us eh?"
She'la sits down next to him, having trouble with her dress on the high bar stool.
"Blak don't talk about it here for pity's sake."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot there were nativ-mmgh"
The muffled sound was caused by She'la putting her paw over Blak's mouth, she rolls her eyes at the Lupidirans.
"I gather you have met this lunatic then, allow me to introduce myself, I am Madam She'la Lupus of the D'graf Imperial Federation, pleased to meet you."

Drakador_Chaos
The Baron looks pained, wincing.
"Please, stop this ridiculous charade, credit me with enough intelligence to be able to tell when I am talking to a member of another race, you appear out of nowhere, the same day as I am visited by two alien members, talking vaguely of hunters and woods and "Having it fancy", but you clearly have no idea how someone in your position would act, I am not against helping you, however I wish you to be frank with me first."
He leans backward in his chair, and steeples his fingers, looking deeply at Nurian.

boombox

Tson
"Two men, 't seemed they wanted to murder us in cold blood.. Does not matter now.."
She grabs the bottle and puts it to her mouth, pulling out the cork with her teeth and spitting it to the side.. She then downed the small bottle in one go, and then fell back down into her bedding..
"Tis a healing potion, a strong one.. The leg should be healed before a griffin can eat a sheep.."

Jenwuf

Tson
???-α: "H-hello, We are from the... Well... Hmm... I-I guess it would be insulting to say it still exists...
But... We are from what remains of the Lupidira collective..."

???-δ: "Aren't we supposed to be from the umm... north?"

???-α: "What is the point in lying to people, we clearly are not here to harm anyone, im sure they would understand, and what is to say that the collective is not from the north anyway?"

???-α: "Oh, and sorry, my name is... Well, i don't really have one, but im the matriarch of one of the dens, and she is also one. "

They gesture at δ sat next to them.

???-α: "I guess that this must be far more far-reaching than expected if others are here..."

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...Nurian straightens and his look sharpens, but he doesn´t seem surprised...
"As expected."
He cleared his throat.
"I suppose that is what happens if you only have roughly about thirty minutes to prepare for a mission like this. It is correct I´m not 'from around here' or anywhere from your world for that matter, I will not waste your time with details, considering you have probably already met others like myself, you probably also know why I am here, or rather why the other two are here. Do you not?"
...he lifted an eyebrow...

Tson

boombox
"I reckon that leg's the least of your worries right now. You just get some rest, it would probably be better if you slept for a bit. Do you want some water?"

Heinrich awakens to a dark sky, his mouth is full of dirty rainwater, he has been lying face down in the gutter, and he feels like he has the worlds worse hangover, and has been bitten all over by ants while he has been sleeping it off, what's more, he can't seem to feel his powers like usual, just a dull emptiness at the back of his head...
"Well well, look who decided to metaphorically join us in the land of the living."
When he looks up, Heinrich can see the ghostly form of the sailor sitting on a gargoyle, toying with an equally pale gutting knife, the barkeeper is standing next to him, arms crossed, a look of intense anger on his face, the sailor smiles and speaks again.
"Feelin' any better now? Because if he'd had it his way;"
He nods at the barman.
"Yous wouldn't be feeling anything right now."
He flicks the knife menacingly.

Jenwuf
"That's what you call an understatement. However, we will leave this talk for later."
She removes her paw from Blak's mouth.
"When did you meet these two then?"
"Oh I can't remember that, I think it was to do with pirates fragging a some tinpot empire's ships with a stolen Nicodemus or something."
"You do live an extraordinary life..."

Drakador_Chaos
"I imagine I do, and it is this very problem that is giving me so much grief at the moment. There are odnesses cropping up all over the place, some small, some big. I just had Davy the Gatekeeper asking me about a scaly arm, am I a physician?"
He shakes his head.
"Forgive me, I forget myself, and I have been unpardonably rude to you, would you like a drink?"