Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150923172856/@comment-5583506-20151015193301

The gates, having been enchanted to keep away trespassers and uninvited, reacted heavily to Raziel's antics and gave him a forceful shock, sending the vampire flying away several yards.



Anhjari got up from her seat and began to slowly walk around the room, trying to sense whether or not the energies from the past would allow her to catch a glimpse of what used to be.

"Uhm... is there like... a specific area in which they used to work?" she asked.

The Altmer pointed at corner on her right. "Over there is where they used to keep the archive lockers, and over there", he said and pointed at the tall windows. "There is where they used to have their desks."

The Khajiit nodded and Ganvalyon looked upon her with curiousity. He found the idea to be somewhat ridiculous and unbelievable that this Khajiit would all of a sudden find a journal or the like, belonging to a member of the Crimson Order.

Anhjari walked across the room several times, unable to catch a glimpse of something. This carried on for several minutes, until she finally froze up in front of the windows. There was a another window here... yet not a physical one. She tried to focus, but her mind was still somewhat fragile from the experience of being seconds away from dying.

"There... there is something here", she murmured. "I have a hard trying to catch something though."

Ganvalyon arched an eyebrow. "Catch what?" he asked, still confused over what she was doing. From all he had seen the Khajiit had just been walking around in circles, not doing anything specific of interest.

She hushed him. "I am trying to think."

She then folded her hands together, rolling her thumbs. Ironically the sights and visions used to come to her whenever she was not concentrating or trying so hard to see them. To her it was a lot like dreaming; she couldn't decide whether or not she wanted to dream while she was asleep, it just sort of happened. Eventually she drifted away, her surroundings seemed to disapparate with Investigators and all, instead to be replaced with some older looking enviroments.

She looked around. It seemed that she had managed to catch a glimpse of what was waiting behind the veil. In here there were no monsters to fear. She had gone too far back in time to encounter the Crimson Order members in their... current shapes...



By her side the large bookshelf had been replaced with rows of desks and tables for writing. Several men were sitting by them, writing documents of unknown contents. Most of them were Bretons and Imperials, but there were also two Altmers present.

An young, strapping Imperial sat by his desk and seemed to write something of urgence. He had tousled, short brown hair and a pair of sad blue eyes. He was beautiful though. In a way he reminded Anhjari of Astien.

"Ignatius!" called a voice from the door and the Imperial sat up.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yes, what is it?" he asked.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Anhjari shuddered by the thought of it. This young man had been the monster that had been trying to hang her in the lower sections. It all seemed so unrealistic to compare him to what he was now, and back then...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Montinette wants to see you", said an elderly Breton whom she recognised as Theomyr Cordius, although at this time he hadn't been mauled into bloody shreds. "It sounded rather urgent, so I wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It was amazing to see him there though, in these old memory windows. It was almost as if he hadn't died at all, and yet these events she was witnessing had taken place many centuries ago.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''The Great Work must have been a great work indeed if it managed to not only halt Cordius' aging, but to keep him preserved the way he looks now into our days... Amazing... Yet from what I can tell from these events they mustn't have discovered the formula yet...''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"O-of course not", said Ignatius firmly and adjusted his robe. "I will see him immediately."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Good", said Theomyr and lowered his bushy eyebrows before heading out in the hallway again.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ignatius collected his writings from his desk rapidly, casting a glance at his Breton co-worker by the next desk. His gaze was met with a mix of trust and something else Anhjari couldn't quite put her finger on... She didn't knew who the Breton was, but it stood clear to her that he was or rather would become one of the corrupted members of the Crimson Order.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ignatius only nodded to the Breton in response before he headed over to one of the tall windows, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that Theomyr didn't come back in. He loosened a panel just below the window and revealed what seemed to be a secret compartment. He stashed his writings in there and attached the panel again, giving it a hard shove before he rose up and adjusted his hair, walking out from the archives.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Anhjari stood frozen in her place, still looking at the loose panel. She needed to come back, but she felt it as if she was... stuck...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Hopefully, one of the others will realise that I have been in here for too long now...

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<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Uhm..." said the Altmer headmaster and looked at the Khajiit curiously. "Is she... supposed to be that... still?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Anhjari stood exactly in the same place where she had stopped, looking down at desk just below the window sill. However there was no sign of movement coming from her...