Psychic Focal (Character event)

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Tson
Heinrich gets up and heavily walks over to Adam, trying to find out if he'll survive..

Tson

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Adam still has a pulse, and appears to be in the same deep sleep as the Ambassador is, it appears he has been in a cold sweat, and his teeth have clenched so hard that he has bitten through his Cigar, half of it lies on the ground, still smoking, the other half he has presumably swallowed. There is a look of utter terror on his face, something that does not seem usual given his normal personality, and he is breathing in shallow bursts, truly victim of a troubled sleep...

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Tson
"He'll make it... probably."
Heinrich shouts over to Jem.
Meanwhile Lagertha picked up Adam and carried him to the back of the carriage, hoisting him inside and sitting down next to him. Heinrich climbed up on the drivers bench and waited for Jem..
"Lets hope his stomach can handle half a cigar because we wont be getting that out.."

Tson

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"Thought so, I reckon Mister Adam would need a lot more than a pat on the head by a corpse to kill him."
Jem walks back to the front of the coach, climbing up onto the driver's perch.
"What in heaven's name was it? I ain't ever seen anything like it before in all me natural."
He shakes the reins lightly and the Ox-beasts start moving again, it is dark now, and the rain is becoming heavy again and Jem's clothes are already drenched without his raincape, and his face looks grim and uncomfortable. He pulls a box from inside his waistcoat, and holds it out to Heinrich with one hand, it contains cigarrettes.
"Want one of these? I see you lost Adam's Cigar in that commotion."

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Tson
Heinrich gladly takes one and again, snaps his fingers, though this time he has to snap twice, as the flame on the first try flickers and vanishes again..
"You need fire?"

Jenwuf

Tson
The two seem somewhat annoyed by the amount of noise, their ears being far more sensitive actually being a downside in this situation. Regardless, they walk over to the bar once again, taking whatever seats there may be and after a long day of standing up, finally getting to sit down for the first time, disregarding having sat down for the short conversation with the mayor. The two remain silent for now.

Tson

Jenwuf
The chatter continues, but there seems to be a deal of interest in the two unusual figures, some of it cheerful curiosity, some, less cheerful...
After a while the barkeeper walks over, smiling warmly.
"Good e'en tae ye gents, hae wus ya'er talk wi' tha mayor, ded yae find oot whut yae needed tae?"

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"Many thanks."
Jem replaces the box, taking a cigarette, and lights it.
"Doesn't help me concentrate, but I think I need a bit of a relax after that. I'll be glad to get outside a nice pint when we get to Gostck."
The carriage rattles on through the night, the lights of the city of Gostck visible in the distance, the lights draw slowly closer, and Jem shivers.
"Bloody fool Adam getting so close, I could be sitting in the back now nice and dry. 'Ere can you light the storm lanterns and hang them on the hooks, there's one on each side of the coach, the lanterns are under the seat."

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Tson
Heinrich nods..
"Sure."
He quickly grabs the lanterns and lights them with his cig, not wasting any of his power trying to jump start them with his powers, and hangs them on the sides.
While doing so he starts talking:
"That thing. Lets call her Lady Rattle-Me-Bones. She looked exactly like what we like to call Erscheinungen, or wraiths. Though her behaviour was different, wraiths normally attack everything on sight and don't have the power to send people into coma like Lady Rattle-Me-Bones did..."
He pauses..
"I'm guessing some kind of 'advanced' or almost intelligent wraith, either that or it was controlled by something.. larger, or stronger for a lack of words."

Jenwuf

Tson
The two ignore most things said about them, for they do understand that they must seem strange to everyone else around.

???-δ: "we did manage to get some information actually! So thank you again for telling us to go and speak to him."

???-α: "Oh, he also said we should go and see some... Doctor Earhart tommorow, so i suppose thats something.
Do you know anything about him?"

Tson

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"Sounds plausible."
There is silence for a while, then Jem speaks again.
"Did you see it's eyes?"

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Tson
"Rather its lack of any, yeah."
He thinks back..
"Wraiths are almost completely rotted, so no wonder the eyes have decomposed. For some reason they maintain a way too damn long tongue though, did ya see that on this one? I didn't focus on it.."

Tson

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"I don't think so, when it did that rattle thing it's mouth was empty, and so were it's eyes, but when they looked at me it was like I was looking into oblivion."
They draw into Gostck, the lights of the city yellow against the rain drenched streets, there is no city wall around Gostck, and it's streets are paved with stone slabs rather than cobbles, the Mail coach trundles through the town, rattling into a circular turningway outside the town centre.
"I'm much obliged for your help sir, but I must deliver the mail, please excuse me."
Jem takes a bag from under the seat and walks toward the town hall.
"There is an Inn about quarter mile back down the road. Good night to you."
He disappears into the darkness...

@Fort_Master_Gustav
The Ambassador comes to, he can see orange lights, and more rain. The family of three is looking down at him worriedly, and the man speaks as he sees the Ambassador's eyes open.
"Ah, er, are you ok old man? That was a pretty nasty, er, incident...?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador keeps staring up for some seconds, then he rubs his eyes with his paws, and speaks:
"That...
...
that was, uhm...
...
something indeed...
...
What was that thing? It scared me. Then I went... somewhere? I... can't quite explain."
He sighs, then looks at the men that killed that thing:
"It appears I understimated you, I'm sorry. I can fix your rifle, just hand it over to me. But why weren't you affected by it?"
The Ambassador tries to scan the men psychically, see if he's also a psychic.

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Tson
Heinrich takes a last drag from his cig, then spits it on the ground. He jumps off from the cart and walks around the back, grabbing his backpack...
"Come on, 'tis time."
Lagertha nods, and climbs out as well, shouldering her pack she joins Heinrich as they walk down the road, soon disappearing into the darkness as well.

A short while later they reach the inn and Lagertha walks inside, joining a few people at the counter and ordering a beer..

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Jenwuf
The Barman looks surprised, then he gives them a dark look.
"Ef I'sn ware ye, I'd nat gae ainyware naer thaet man, tha's whut I say."
He shakes his head ominously.
"Nae, thut man, thut man bae trouble."
He slides a glass along the bar, it stops in front of where he is standing, and smiles.
"Whulyae bae wantin a dram o somethaeng?"

Drakador_Chaos
Blak stares at Nurian.
"Are you sure you are a different person? That sounded practically like it was Crimson speaking."
She'la nods, still grinning.
"Uncanny."
"Well, I'm not against getting a few more weapons, however..."
Blak twists the handle on his walking cane, and pulls up slightly, the top of a thin blade is revealed, he then pushes down and twists again, concealing the blade.

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Ah, I er, think you are mistaking me for the driver, I am Sir Jasper Pierson."
He looks at the Ambassador's slightly concussed expression.
"I was one of the passengers? My daughter thought you were a wizard?"

Drakador_Chaos

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...Nurian stopped infront of the shop, a few metres away and cleared his throat...
"Well, the actual intention behind this display was indicating another accent, not the same but similar to the spoken one, as people from around here would logically have to know me if I would be from around this village, but people speaking another accent are coming logically from another settlement, or region altogether, therefor fueling less suspicion amongst locals and hunters tend to travel quite alot in some cases."
...he paused for a few moments...
"I´m sure your spaceship makes for a nice cave and you did look like you saw a ghost when you initially thought I was "Crimson", not lying makes hiding the truth much easier. Anyways...you will ikely need something else than laser pistols to defend yourself if you don´t want to blow your cover in the first minor squabble."
...he laughed, then he stepped towards the door and entered...

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...as Nurian entered the shop he looked around, first of where the shopkeeper was and wether there were any other people in the shop, then he moved his gaze around the shelves looking at what sort of weaponry they sold here and most importantly of what quality it was...
"Oi, good day mate, gonna be heading out for a hunt soon and bring those two fellas here back to their hut in the mountains, got any good bows or other weapons around the place? Been a rough night when I got ´ere."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Huh, sorry. You all right?"
The Ambassador gets up and sits down on the bench.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two look confused by what he says about the man, seemingly not understanding entirely what he means.
???-α: "Umm... Do you just have some water? Its not like we have anything to pay for anything else anyway..."

δ seems more confused the more she thinks about what the barman said.
???-δ: "Trouble? Why would the mayor tell us to go and see him if he is trouble?"

Tson

Drakador_Chaos
The shopkeeper was bending down behind the counter, and they stand up into view.
"Hae aer ye caellin "Mate" laddie?"
It is a middle aged woman, she stands with her hands on her hips, looking at Nurian with amusement on her face.
"Yae knae A gurl caen gut offended bae somethaeng laik thaet."

Fort_Master_Gustav
The mother and father exchange a glance.
"Yes, er, We are fine, due in no small part to what you did to defend us against those wolves, We were wondering, would you like to lodge at our residence during your stay in Gostck, it is the least we can do to repay you, and I feel you should not stay at a common Inn in your current condition."

Drakador_Chaos

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"Sorry ma´am, bad habit of mine." ...he laughs and draws an invisible hat... "Heard ya sellin the best bows around the place m´lady?"
...he nodded towards the others..." ...an´ I guess those gonna need some weapons as well if they wanna make it back into the mountains. Can´t be playin the nanny fo´ everyone."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador thinks for a bit, then answers:

"Don't you find it funny that the skeleton went towards me, and not you? I think they are after me, at least the evidence points towards that. Are you truly willing to shoulder that risk for a stranger? Either way, I thank your offer, wether or not you reconsider it, thusly, for now, I accept it. Plus I can show some cool tricks, like this!"

Then a small rock floats from the road, and lands atop The Ambassador's snout.

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Drakador_Chaos
She glances at the others, and her eyes widen in curiosity when she sees She'la.
"Japers I'sn yon lassie a waolf or eis mei eyesight gaen?"
She walks out from behind the counter and around some low shelves that are standing in the shop, examining the products arrayed on one of the walls, she takes down a Longbow, and a few other assorted items that the three cannot make out as easily, taking them to the counter.
"Ca'en ovver here, ha'es yerse'l a luk."

Fort_Master_Gustav
The small girl laughs, the terrors of the journey seemingly forgotten, and Jasper smiles.
"All I know sir is that you were willing to risk your life to protect ours, and in my book it would be impolite not to return the favor, I insist. Do you have luggage?"