Chapter 1: City of Lies

@Darpavien give me an investigate roll.

Bert there are a number of cameras throughout the manse, and a central security office. You also know from tax records that the head of staff files that there aren't that many servants on payroll, another indication that Guljian is either on a downslide financially or was never high up in the ranks of the wealthy.

That is Mr. Mcfelson, Sir. Not Bert... Not yet....

The door has a physical lock. You'll have to break it down.

A moment passes in silence. Then the door swings open. An old man dressed in house livery stands there. He moves to step forward to talk with you, and then really takes in the group, and instead takes a step back, startled by your appearance. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come forth.

The old man's feeble will struggles to resist Hector's mental assault. He's no match for the psyker's might, and falls to the floor, blood pouring from his nose. Hector you see images of a disheveled and feverish looking man dressed in wealthy robes, leaning over a desk. On the desk is a perfectly smooth black orb, about the size of a fist. You see servants trying to bring the man food, only to be rebuffed. You see a locked door and hear a strange voice speaking an unrecognizable tongue behind it.

You all step over the servant, and make your way inside. The entryway is all faded grandeur, more signs that Guljian's fortunes are on the decline. You move to the grand staircase that starts about thirty feet away. A door to the side of you opens. Mr. McFelson, you know this door goes to the security office. A broad shouldered man with close cropped graying black hair and a scar down the left side of his face steps through the door. He's wearing a body armor vest over dark clothing, and has a drawn laspistol of plain but deadly appearance in his hand. "Stop right there!" he says. "Who are you and what's your business here?"