Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180323183612/@comment-2165692-20180407001526

Isran would stay unconscious for at least the rest of the day, the sun had just risen.

The Vampires had already gotten all the townspeople back to the castle. Where they were to be held hostage should the need arise.

On the road to Shor's stone they were pretty much left alone, at this time of day the roads were patrolled by guards for the most part. Ilaaris was still not talking, it was impossible to determine her mood or what she was thinking as her helmet continued to obscure her face.

Raqorith chuckled "Hah, Molag Bal had no hand in my creation. Compared him to my lord and Molag will cover in fear, like he did so long ago. Now, the Elder scroll, Sunblood." he said as he stretched out an arm.

"Perhaps not, but we still need to find her." she looked at the passage "And always smarter than I gave her credit for." she headed inside coming into a final room, with a large laboratory filled with all kinds of igredients, some that few had ever seen. There was a bookshelf filled with various books on Alchemy and Necromancy as well as Conjuration. And a few more on Oblivion

"Look at this place. This has to be it! I knew she was deep into necromancy. I mean, she taught me everything I know. But I had no idea she had a setup like this. Look at all this. She must have spent years collecting these components. And what's this thing?" she looks at an indention in the floor with many concentric circles. she thought for a moment "I remember she used to keep a small journal. See if you can dig it up."