Psychic Focal (Character event)

Fort_Master_Gustav

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Tson
"I wasn't even going to use the cart anyways, just go along with y'all with my own methods."

Tson

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"Nay, passangers'n tha back, reglations. Git on up thaer."
The back of the carriage has bench seats on either side, and there are about five other people in here, an old woman in a black gown and veil, a young man in working clothes, and a family of three, a mother, father and small girl.

Fort_Master_Gustav
"As ye like lad but if'n be a lang way tae Gostck. If ye's wallang tae ride on the backbar ye can get on fer 1 Gech unstaed."

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Tson
Heinrich and Lagertha climb in and sit down next to each other, Lagertha having taken a window seat..*
"Have ya seen the Lupis?"
"Yeah.. what are they doin here?"
"Dont know, but we didnt end up on good terms last time, better keep the ball low."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"K then if ya insist so much."
The Ambassador pays him and hops on the back of the cart.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two stand there, seemingly thinking of something to say in response.
???-α: "ummm... Hello... We were told that... You might know more of what was going on around here..."
It takes a moment for the two to even notice the others, noticing the way they speak differently, although they don't think to say anything about that.

Tson

Jenwuf
Adam looks at the Lupidirans oddly.
"Aisn I'n, ye'd bes ask Tom, he'll bae en the bar."
He gets up onto the carriage seat, and cracks the reins.
"Gaen ye ugly buggers"
The Ox-like beasts start to move, and the carriage bumps down the hill of the main road toward the gate.

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This is an extremely taxing feat, given that the mail coach possesses no windows, Lagertha must instead sit by the open rear of the coach if she wishes to see out. The Ambassador finds that there is a step on the back of the coach, with a bar running up the side of the coach to hold onto, he hears Adam's voice.
"Yae'd buttur nat fel off, I Won' bae stoppin fer yae."
The old gatekeeper is waiting for the carriage as it reaches the bottom, and already has the gate open, and they pass out onto the Plateau, the rain and wind whipping at the sides of the coach, as they pass the gate, they notice three figures in cloaks walking toward the town, and the Ambassador thinks he catches a hint of Muzzle poking from one of the hoods.
"YAH!"
There is a crack of the reins, and the coach picks up speed, the Ox-like beasts can move surprisingly fast, and soon the coach is speeding across the grassy plain, and down a steep road that will take them through the jungle toward the sea.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two watch for a moment, seemingly intrigued by the beasts being used for transport instead of eaten, before finally actually stepping inside and out of the rain.

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Tson
Meanwhile Lagertha, who had in fact of course sat at the back, saw the hooded figures as well, though she didn't see the muzzle..
"You saw those guys?"
"Naw, who?"
"Some three dudes lookin really suspicious.."
"Noted, Lets keep em in mind."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
Intrigued by the hooded figures, The Ambassador tries to detect if they emanate any type of psychic energy, and if they are of the same species as the townsfolk.

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Fort_Master_Gustav
Tson
Lagertha turns over to the Ambassador..
"Hey, unknown figure who still hasn't told us your name, you saw those three cloaked guys?"

Tson

Jenwuf
The bar is warmer, but not too uncomfortably so. There is a man standing behind the bar who looks very like the Coach driver, and is wiping a tankard with a cloth. The inn is timber framed, and the bars and tables are made of a wood that looks like deep mahogany.

Fort_Master_Gustav
The Ambassador could not sense any sort of psychic energy from a sphere, extending roughly a meter around the figures, and could not seem to probe within this sphere.

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The coach is speeding through the fringes of the jungle now, and exotic noises can be heard over the rattle and clatter of the coach, and the pattering of the eternal rain, an animal runs across the road behind the coach, looking like a large brown cat with a leathery fin on it's back, and what looks like a huge lapis coloured moth can be seen pulling at the sky in the distance.

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Tson
Heinrich gets out a block and a coal pencil and starts to draw a few of the creatures he is spotting, adding descriptions to the best of his knowledge..
Meanwhile Lagertha had leaned back, unsheathed her sword and again checked the sharpness, polishing out small nicks in the blade.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two walk over towards the bar slowly, taking in the building's interior. For δ, this would be only the third building she has ever been within.

???-α: "Hello... We have been told that you might know about what has been going on recently..."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador dismisses the hooded figures, seeing as they are too far away anyways, although to them, they wouldn't have detected anything, or barely even a thing, because of the way that The Ambassador works.
Rather than being a constant powerful psychic, think of this being as the floodgates of a big dam, containing an ammount of psychic power in an incredible order, whenever he is at peace, the gates are closed, and only a small whim of psychic energy is felt, however, thousands of years of introspection led him to control the gates in mastery, so he can open them at the percentages he wishes, thusly expressing this power natural and intrinsic to his being.
But not everything is so easy, controlling this power takes a heavy toll on his mind and body, and one can barely imagine if he over-expresses his potency.

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Jenwuf
"Whul, I daint knae much, and I daint relly knae whut ye are talking aboot, but I reck'n that if'n yae whant tae find out aboot strange happenings, ye should gae an talk tae the mayor, are ye fram the Mer?"

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A few hours have passed, and the rain is now a thin drizzle, almost mistlike, decreasing visibility by a large amount. there is an uncomfortable silence among the passengers and the off-worlders feel it too, a sense of uneasiness, the small girl is asleep on her mother's lap, with a troubled look on her face.
Minutes pass, then they hear it, and the Witchers and the Ambassador feel as if a sudden chill wind has blown across the top of their exposed brains, there is a pattering sound, other than the rain, and it is gaining on the coach...

Tson

Jenwuf
The barman looks up, smiling.
"Ye was was e? Wul I'sn daen't knae much, but what are yae lookin tae fin."

Jenwuf

Tson
α smiles a little in response, seemingly amused by the fact that he hasn't even questioned what they are before frowning and beginning to speak.
???-α: "Well... We have come here after..."

She goes silent for a moment, attempting to hide her upset at having to remember all that has happened in the past few weeks.

???-α: "An energy of incomprehensible power has swept across our people, causing many to go insane and others... Worse... And its origin is likely to be linked to events happening around here...
Has anything in particular been happening around here that might help us find where the origin is?"

Her eyes stare directly at the barkeep, her desparation for a helpful answer clear to see.

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Tson
Heinrich immediately reacts as he feels the chill..
"Reiter!"

They both draw their pistols, Lagertha opening the action of her "Kampfgranatenpistole" grenade launcher, while Heinrich racks the slide of his Luger P09 Mk2, though they do this all turned away from the passengers, who just see some weird hand movements. Mere Moments later they turn back around, their pistols hidden beneath their clothes and swords in hand...

Jenwuf

Tson
???-α: "T-the Mer? We... Are not from anywhere around here...
Do you know where the Mayor is?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador is just sitting there, and tries to peer into the mist to see what's chasing them, if there even is anything. Of course, he does so psychicaly, for his actual eyes are closed right now.

Tson

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The passangers hear Adam speaking
"Jem Gaet yeaer gun ready lad, Thus caeld gat ugly."
A second voice with a different accent to it, replies.
"Yes Mr Adam, I have it Prepared."
"YAH, Caen ye dumb best, gae faster."
Then there is a howl in the mist, a sound that means the same thing on many planets, though this is a strangely familiar howl... That of a terran wolf, though how there are wolves on this planet is an unusual dilemma. The mother of the girl looks as if she is going to burst into tears.
"Oh Jasper, they are coming again, are we fated to die like this?"
The man stands up, a set look on his face, and draws a musket pistol from his waistcoat.
"Do not fear Hermione, While there is breath in my lungs no one will take you from me."
They also speak in a different accent to that of the townsfolk the off-worlders have currently encountered, the young man in working clothes also stands, grabbing a garden fork from behind his seat, and gripping it with grim determination.
And then there shadows in the mist, and there is a cry of terror from one of the Ox-creatures. The shapes of wolves appear from the drizzle and there are two cracks as two muskets fire, two wolves falling dead, but many more taking their places, running for the rear of the coach...

Jenwuf
"Aye, ye caen find the mayor up at thae hall, tais up'n thae hull, thae bag build'n wi tha spires 'pon et, naxt tae tha chuch."