Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5583506-20160112002600

Anhjari looked up towards the second floor. One of the covered up paintings had been revealed, portraying a very old picture painted since only the Gods knew when. Though it didn't take a genius to figure out that the painting had been made in honour of the foundation of the Crimson Academy and its order. They were all there: Theomyr Cordius, Selebrand, Antonin Sirius, Ignatius Behrman, Nicodemus Verus, Andrachel, Marandus Carmiro, Francis Belmont... and the man they had known as Bernarde Montinette, though in reality had been Aluc Montinette.

And know they were all gone. And the secret to eternal life had died with them. And the world would never be the wiser. Not a single soul had the slightest idea of what internal conflicts had taken place within Cyrodiil these past few weeks... and centuries...