Thomas
Various Pilgrims and Visionaries
Rikolto, Akno, Terresol

The plaza flashed with a shade of darkness, the braziers and torches that people had began to bring out in preparation for the setting sun flickering with magic, causing pockets of shadow to appear around the square like fingers.

The false Visionary began their speech, however there were those who didn't listen, attending to private conversations.

"Who's that then?"

"I couldn't tell you, they look strange."

"Mommy, why does he look angry?  Why does he want to be angry?"

"Look at his robes, they're bare like the Invvisi!"

"Is he an Invvis?"

"No, I can see his eyes."

Confusion murmured it's way through the front of the crowd closer to the steps, but it was cut silent at the call of the ravens.

"Does Tiny Vik use crows?"

"Alligators, I think."

"The Head Visionary was killed by the Magistrate?  But he was here just a bit ago."

"This guy isn't one of the five heads but Tiny Vik speaks to him?"

"Where is the Visionary of Security!?"

That last call came out as the cry for violence rang through.  The Armored Visionaries at the foot of the stairs were suddenly pushed against by a force of flesh.  The instigators in the middle of the crowd pushing en masse against those in their way as a makeshift battering ran.  Many felt their knees buckle, or fell over completely if they were too busy watching the demonstration.  Chaos was about to boil over, until a horn rang out from beside the steps, the float with the merman.

"People, hear me!"  It was Visionary Angevin, head of security.  "Do not be led astray, this false prophet's story is not only *Heresy* But unrealistic!"

Cecil's heart was pounding, she didn't like the spotlight.

"The Magistrate is still inside the temple, and we all saw the Head Visionary leave a few moments ago.  Calm yourselves!  Remember who speaks for our Lord, and finally,"  She turned to the steps where the witch stood, a gloved index finger extending, "Invvisi, arrest that Heretic!"

Rikolto guards: Gene and Dex
The gates to keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol

Dex felt an elbow in his ribs, perking up to see the horseman approaching their post.

"You want this one then?" Gene asked.

"Let's take 'em together." Dex chuckled.

The two guards stepped up, hailing the rider.

"Mornin, what brings you to the keep today?" It was either an emergency or a tourist seeking an audience with the Lord Regent, basic protocol.
George
Jericho Heinrich
The gates to keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol

"Good afternoon gentlemen, I come baring an important proposition for you and your people, I am in agreement with the Pilgrimage and their ways and wish to strike a deal, I work with the H&R Merchants Club but I can assure you this is no measly trade meeting... May I speak with one of the visionaries? I have no arms, I'd be more than will to let you search me."

Jericho rolls up is sleeves revealing no hidden swords and holds his arms out expectingly, hoping they'd accept his offer to speak with the higher ranking Pilgrimage clergymen.
Thomas
Gene and Dex
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

"Just one problem with that, sir. The Visionaries don't stay here, most of them are down at the festival right now trying to set it up so they *Do* Have a place to stay in town. This is the Lord's Kee-" The other one coughed.

"Right, the *Lady's* Keep. Only ones coming through here have business with Milady Elania or Lord Regent Derringer. You can check at the festival for one of the Five Heads if you'd like."
William
The False Prophet - Rikolto

Invvisi flocked towards the false Visonary, and ravens flocked to them. The streets were chaos: half of the people were attacking the house of worship, ramming the battering ram gainst the temple's door and throwing torches at it it's roof. The other half were split between those who were demanding action, those demanding the truth, and those who didn't know what to think. Meanwhile, the birds attacked the those who dared approach the false prophet, all save for the four closest to him.

++BY VIK, STOP++

They were zealots, but they were men, and men fear the unkown. Everything from the threat he presented, to the ravens and the invocation of Vik's name, all contributed subconciously to change the balance of power in the minds of those men. And so they froze when hit by the neural command. Felix held onto them for dear life.
Magic was a vicious circle: the longer they remained pinned, the more they would be convinced of his power. And the less they doubted his power, the more real his power would be.

It was excruciating. Felix began to feel as if his head was about to burst. The mental assault on the Invvisi made him lose control of the ravens and even his familiar Pyotr, but the trampling multitude was doing their job now. He could feel heavy tears coming out of his eyes, tears of... Blood?

And yet, despite the suffering, he was enthralled. Everything stood in balanced on this moment. The masses, the pilgrimage, him. He was the source of that fear. He was... A god. And fear spread one step at at a time. The ravens had swayed the minds of the masses, the masses unlocked the minds of the Invvisi, now the Invvisi would be the stepping stone to unlocking the final prize...
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The False Prophet walked untouched pass the men and towards Cecil. He did so slowly, with open arms and heathen majesty. Trails left by his red tears fell down from the empty socket of his mask to each side of his chin.
The image had to be a striking one, but Felix could not risk another neural command. Not yet.

He would have to sway the Visionary with words. With that delicious mix of fear and curiosity that only the unkown commanded.

_"You have seen it"_, he dragged the sentences like a whisper. _"The Tiny God is with me. You know in your heart that this is his will. This is what he desires. The blood of the Magsitrate will return us our martyr. Why not beleive? Have you no faith?"_
George
Jericho Heinrich
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho being a good reader of people could see that the man had slipped up... But for what reason?

"Is Tiny Vik able to be spoken with? I don't care if you keep your spears pressed against my throat every second of me speaking with him... If he is in there. If he isn't in there, I'll have no choice but to talk to the Visionaries but I've got no idea what they look like... Consider?"

Jericho adjusted his nearly featureless black mask under his grey robe. He sounded genuine as he could but knew that these guards would be a tough nut to crack. It was going to take a lot... If they didn't let him in he'd have to submit his offer through a visionary who may or may not even relay the information. 

"Even then, the man that gave that speech rode this way and... Well I'm sure I could talk to him at the very least, he seems to be level headed and high within your rankings... What do you say?"
Thomas
Gene and Dex
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

The two exchanged a look.

"You want to speak to a god? That's not exactly how it works, he's divine."

"Well to be fair I heard he had a physical representation somewhere in the Swamp."

"Aye but that was a statue wasn't it?"

The two didn't know, for they never went.

"Either way there isn't anyone within the walls called that. The Head Visionary just went to meet with the Lord Regent, aye, but if I'm honest he might not be the one to talk to." To which Dex nodded.

"If you want to set up your Merchant's club, you might want to find The Visionary of Finance or Relations, Head Visionary Demetri has many other duties within the Pilgramage."
George
Jericho Heinrich
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho was a bit baffled, he was under the impression that Tiny Vik was an actual man... Odd. Jericho shook his head nevertheless.

"This isn't ideal... But I understand. Good day gentlemen."

Jericho proceeds to ride off in the direction he came, entering the festival and looking around for the visionaries only to see a scene of absolute madness and chaos. Jericho was wide eyed and completely take aback.

Jericho quickly got out of the way of the chaos and watched from afar, waiting until things have settled and the pandemonium of was over.