Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20150115220122/@comment-25828117-20150116160636

was a quarter to seven. The sweet yet murky air of Colovian incense drifted up from the Alter of the Chapel.

A man, wearing spiritual robes was lighting the candles of the grand chapel of Julianos in Skingrad. Making the chapel ready for another day. It was still early in the morning, but the sun had already started to shine through the rows of coloured glass, painting the ground a fresh pink colour with faint hints of yellow and green in-between.

The primate enjoyed the solace the early morning bode, especially in these uncertain times. As he lit the candles one by one he looked up at the stained glass which pictured Julianos, the god of Wisdom and Logic. In his hand he held a triangle, signifying the balance and logic in the laws of nature.

“I pray to you, lord Julianos… May these dark times pass by swiftly and mercifully” The priest murmured to himself after he had lit the last candle in the chapel and walked back to look at the stained glass image a bit better.

The priest had only just finished his words or the large west door behind him opened, sounding through the whole chapel.

Primate Valandrus turned around, expecting to meet with a citizen of the city in need of guidance or clarity, but it appeared not so.

He felt a cold shiver go down his spine as he saw it was Virius Sengricus and some of his men, Sengricus was the chief inquisitor of the chapelstine. An order established in Chorrol a few months ago, to reform and see if the new religious laws were enforced by the priests of the pantheon across Tamriel.

“Good morning… Valandrus” Virius said as he approached in his thick fur robes with all sorts of religious chains moving softly along with ever step he took.

“I see you have already prepared the chapel for its noon-rites”

“Yes… Yes I have, chief inquisitor”

“Good… Good to hear…” Virius made a gesture with his hand and spider-like fingers to his two men, wearing steel and mythril plated armour with the crest of the chapelstine on it.

“chief inquisitor… Might I ask what the meaning is of this… visit?”

“Just an inspection. My dear man. To see whether or not all the conjuration spell tomes have been removed from the library.”

Valandrus chuckled a bit nervously.

“But of course they have, we got rid of them back in Frostfall. The lot of them”

Virius had reached the alter and rested his hands on the side. Looking down into it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sure…”

<p class="MsoNormal">His men disappeared in the undercroft.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you think is the reason why we are here?” Virius softly asked Valandrus without looking at his face, instead he kept looking down in the basin of the altar.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you mean, Chief inquisitor?” The Imperial said as he joined him at the Altar.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why we are here… On Nirn… Alive…” Virius clarified, a bit annoyed with Valandrus for not getting what he meant in the first place.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We are here to do good.” Valandrus said determined and certain.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do good? … I agree.” Virius said showing a faint grin, showing the somewhat yellowed teeth to the basin.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But… Maybe not in the same way as you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Valandrus’ eyes shifted from the basin towards the man who smelled of a strange yet sweet fragnance.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know for certain that the ability of goodness is not inherent to man, elf nor beast… No. They have to be guided. Guided by… people like you and me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oppose all that can twist this. The vices of this world are too plenty… We have seen what oblivion looks like, last year.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“A fiery hell of torture and mutilation, of demons and hellspawn. I will do whatever in my power to prevent any good Imperial to stray from the path and turn to the Oblivion.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Valandrus had heard of Virius’ outbursts before, but it seemed he was about to witness one, if he hadn’t already, yet he remained silent. The man was head of the chapelstine after all.

<p class="MsoNormal">But before the Inquisitor could continue, his guards walked back up from the undercroft.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get up!” One of them shouted. It seemed they were joined by another person. One who didn’t seem willing to come with them.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was Tumindil, the altmer priest of the chapel.

<p class="MsoNormal">Both Virius and Valandrus stood up from the Altar to see what all the commotion was about.

<p class="MsoNormal">Valandrus frowned and showed anger.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What in the name of… Tumindil is innocent! What are you doing!” He said confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is he?” Virius asked his men calmly

<p class="MsoNormal">“We found this  under his bed!”

<p class="MsoNormal">A guard dropped an old book into the long fingers of the Inquisitor

<p class="MsoNormal">“Conjuration magic… How to summon deadra no less…” He stroked the leathery cover of the book.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tumindril…” Valandrus muttered.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You didn’t know?” Virius said as he turned to Valandrus with an air of superiority around him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… I did not…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, you do now…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He then walked over to Tumindil who was restrained by the two guards.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he approached he held the book in clear view of the Altmer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“is this… yours?” He asked somewhat disgusted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes it is.” The Elf admitted with apparently no shame at all, which caused Valandrus to sigh in disbelieve and sadness.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very well… That saves us a lot of work… You know the penalty of owning this sort of… ‘malicious’ scripture”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Death…”

<p class="MsoNormal">And just as that last word was spoken, the bells of the chapel tolled 7 in the morning.

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