Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5583506-20150913015303

Anhjari had finally been released from her straps. Ignatius pushed her ahead of himself as she walked. Her hands were still tied up. In the room where he had kept her locked up she had become fully aware of what had become of Selebrand. Her sixth sense had caught a glimpse of him... or rather the memory of him... his spirit... whatever it was. The Altmer had been strung up by hooks and chains into the ceiling, and drained of all his blood. His corpse had been hanging there for only the Gods knew how long. Up until the state where he was no longer decomposing. He was now nothing but a mummified corpse, and not a single person alive could identify his gender, race or appearence. No one, except for those possessing her talents.

She assumed that the Altmer had found a way into the Academy to stop or kill this vile creature somehow. It would seem he was unsuccessful. But it also meant that he had managed to find an alternative way in. Presumably the sewer entrance she had seen marked on the documents he had left behind him. Now if only she could escape this monster, she would run away into the hallways and see if she could find her way out.

As she passed a nook she became aware of the rotting corpse of a Bosmer. Presumably the owner of the blood spill she had stepped into.

"ANOTHER LOST SOUL WHO DARED TO ENTER MY DOMAIN", gurgled Ignatius when he noticed the Khajiit looking at the corpse. "MOVE."

She did as she was commanded, she did not dare to defy this creature...