Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150713211324

"Good to see that some people have shown up at least, sir", stated Rufio.

"So do I. I summoned them here, because if there are anyone who might be able to sort this whole ordeal out it would be the Investigators.

Anjhari turned colder than she already was as the group arrived at the mansion. She got some real bad vibes from this place and she wanted nothing less than to just turn back and do something else... at least until morning broke. But she knew that bravery was expected of an Investigator, no matter how dire the situation seemed.

But the mere looks of the building, the crime scene in which a man had been murdered in the most hideous of ways, made her feel uncomfortable. She felt it as if she was stepping further and further away from the light, just to wander out on the edge of a pitch black abyss from which no light could escape, knowing that she had to go down there in order to solve the mystery.

The iron gate was indeed a wreck. As if someone had just used a battering ram to take down a simple gate to the inner garden of the mansion grounds. The claw marks on the iron bars made her feel uneasy. She remembered the cast of clay that had been shown to the Investigators before the journey had begun. The same marks were found on the gate, as if some huge animal had just torn it open in sheer frustration.

The man named Scav seemed to take notes of the object.

''Either it was done by some kind of unintelligent animal that didn't know better on how to open gates, or perhaps this demonstrated violence was done on purpose? Perhaps to let us know what kind of danger we are dealing with?''

It was all mere speculations, but she couldn't help but reflect over the matter further. She carefully approached gate and measured her hand against the marks. The claws was almost ten times her own length.

''This was definitely not made by a Khajiit... or a werewolf for that matter...''

She didn't know what her visions would show her, if they were to show her anything, should she put her hand on the gate and try to "see" what could have taken place at the scene. The thought of it scared her. She had no idea what awaited her within the sights shown to her. Sometimes there was enough horror in them to give her nightmares for weeks.

She took off one of her fingerless gloves and gently pressed her paw against the rusty iron, trying to make some sense of the situation.

She felt cold... and it wasn't by any means natural... yet none of the other people around her seemed to be affected by it. The cold came from the "unseen" world, as her mother used to call it. That meant that she had indeed successfully managed to call upon her gift. As her hand swept across the surface, she began to peer into the darkness beyond the veil.

But it was difficult... very difficult. Like diving into a dark ocean and trying to swim to the bottom on a limited resource of air, going up again and again in order to breathe before trying to go deeper. Her inner vision managed to restore the gate to its original condition. What it had looked like before the encounter with the unknown. But that was about it. Everyone else around her seemed to have disappeared, but she knew that wasn't the case in the physical world. She wasn't really there, at least not mentally. Her vision began to go blurry.

It's so difficult...

Her gift had managed to take her mind back to some pocket in time where the gate hadn't been broken down. As she studied the gate and placed her hand on where the claw marks were in the physical world, she became too late aware of the dire situation she had just placed herself in. From out of nowhere a huge set of claws came sweeping down with a sickening growl, ripping through her hand and arm as she stood and examined the gate. She had unknowingly placed herself in the precise moment when the gate came down.

Her mind went blank as the pain cut through her flesh and bone, and she immediately exited the "unseen" world with a short, terrified scream, pulling her hand back from the gate as if she had been burned herself on a hot stove. She trembled and swallowed hard. She looked around nervously, unaware whether or not someone had taken notice of her reaction.

She felt like she needed to sit down. Whatever monstrousity had come for Theomyr Cordius it was beyond any doubts nothing the Investigators had faced before. She pulled up the sleeve of her robe and watched her arm. Four red marks could be seen on the skin underneath her fur, as if someone had grabbed her with a real nasty set of pincers. But she chose to keep her injury discreet.

She had come close... Too close...