Volkmar saw nothing wrong as he and his companies marched into the town of Grunberg. It was the same typical greeting a man of his station would receive at least on such unexpected arrival. People throw flowers at their feet and hung banners of sigmar on display. Moments like this made it worth every burn and bruises he had gotten. Though he felt something he could not place. That pulse of magic from 2 days ago had filled this town, putting his nerves on alert. The magic was neither malevolent nor benevolent. It was more or less just a state of neutrality that lingered. He had never felt such strength before, and his acolytes could feel the same as he glanced back at them. At the town center at a water fountain stood the lord of the town, the captain of the guard and a strange dressed man wearing a pristine clean white shirt with strangely multi colored green trousers that looked like splatters upon them.

Focusing on him, Volkmar knew that this man was the source of this magic. the magic in question seemed to flow from this strange man like a river coming from the ocean. Whatever this be, Volkmar knew he must tread carefully.

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It took an hour to set everything up. My old drill sergent would be jealous of how quick these peasants and townfolk set up the town for this Volkmar guy. Banners with the symbol of their religion and flowers have been plucked, and at the center of town where the fountain was a large table had been set with plates and such as if they intended to feast.

I watched as this man on a strange chariot altar rode into town, followed by a lot of guys in strange armor right out of a fantasy book. Every step of these men further convinced me I was no longer on earth, at least as I knew it. This man looked battle hardened yet quite regal. Bald headed, long brownish black well kept mustache, a scar going down the right side of his face, and wore armor over his robes. He carried a staff in one hand as his other was upon some type of handle to keep him up right as some men right below him held the reins.

Definitely gave off cult leader vibes but not as bad guy vibes. Everything about him screamed out respect and power. The way he stood told a lot about him. He was an experienced commander, stood with pride, and had a level of exhaustion that only someone who shared the experience of commanding forces knew. And how he looked also told me his entire undivided attention was on me.

I didn't like that.

A man dressed in lesser robes and armor stood at the front as they came within 30 feet of us and started to announce them. "ALL HAIL GRAND THEOGONIST VOLKMAR VON HINDERSTERN THE GRIM! WARRIOR OF SIGMAR! SLAYER OF CHAOS! DEFENDER OF THE FAITH! LO -" Volkmar held up his hand, and the man stopped. I could tell that Volkmar was too tired to care about it.

"Grand Theogonist. What an unexpected but glorious surprise of your arrival." The lord of this town kneeled as the rest of the town followed suit in reverence. I quickly looked around and dropped to a knee as well. I wasn't as low as everyone else since I didn't know him, but still, I didn't want to end up in some cell just for not giving proper respect. Volkmar noticed this and gave a surprised look that quickly vanished, replaced by his stoic stern look from before.

"Rise." With flick of his hand, everyone rose. Everyone did so as I saw he stared right at me as if studying me.

"How ever can we as faithful ser -" the lord spoke, continuing to ooze respect before being interrupted by the lord.

"Who is thou?" Volkmar pointed his staff at me as he spoke. I could feel a legion of  eyes on me. Unfortunately, that activated a flaw of mine.

"Yeah, real nice to put a random guy on spot like that." I scoff as i felt my sarcastic and confrontational nature start to rise.

Many people said nothing as gasp was heard throughout as no one expected my response. "A spirit of fire and magic mixed in. A dangerous spirit that is when dealing with the unknown."

"Ah.... so you did it to gauge my response? Huh, I can't fault ya for that, but it's still rude. I'm Corporal James Richardson. 75th battlalion rangers of the United States." I say, crossing my arms as I look at him as he narrowed his gaze at me. "And you're Volkmar..... i can already see why you command respect."

The tension between us could be felt by all as everything was silent besides the wind, and even that was deafened. Volkmar studied me as if seeing something that only he could.

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This man that stood before Volkmar, this.... Corporal.... oozed not only magic of unrecognized proportion, he also exuded defiance and a hint of loathing. Yet he had kneeled all the same. Showed respect. If this Corporal were chaos, he was doing well to hide it.

"United.... States?" Volkmar spoke slowly as it felt like fancy words for a kingdom. "And who is your king?"

"Some jackal puppet who doesn't remember anything. Last I remember, we were in the middle of an election." The Corporal maintained his demeanor unflinching. Everything about this man cried strength and power. But nothing evil or chaotic. Just defiance. The air between them sparked with tension as it continued to build.

"You and I shall speak in private." Volkmar demanded as he pointed his staff at the Corporal. "Will thou resist?"

"Nah. Lead the way." A collective breath could be felt as it was released.

"Good." Volkmar turned to his host and his companies. "Enjoy the festivities." Volkmar then dismounted his altar charriot. A few of his acolytes and officers followed forth with the lord and guard captain into the large manor that housed the lord of the town.

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I followed in the middle of these people as I knew that this conversation wouldn't be a normal one. Most likely an interrogation than anything else. As we entered in, i was immediately seized by 2 officers and dragged to a table, throwing me into a chair.

"Ow.... but me dinner before playing rough boys." I muttered, rubbing my upper arms as i looked at them both.

"No more lies. Who are you?!" Volkmar slammed his hands on the table in front of me. I scoff at this as I lean back in the chair.

"I'm Corporal James Richardson. 75th battlion rangers. United States military." I glare back leaning on the table.

"Do not try to hide your identity. Your magic betrays you. I can see your power flow off you." Volkmar hands curled into fist upon the table as everyone else stayed silent. "How did you get so much power?!"

I stared at this crazy man, unable to hide my bewildered expression.

"What in Jesus christ name are you talking about man?"