Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151022194512/@comment-5583506-20151107005155

"Khajiit is not sure, but she will take a look. Just be sure to pull this one back if something was to happen."

Anhjari knelt beside the coffin and softly stroke her fingers over the casket case. She growled angrily as a wooden splintered entered her flesh. She took a deep breath and could feel as the atmosphere around her turned heavy and cold. She could sense as her friends around her seemed to disapparate and disappear into another plane of existence. Although the truth was that it was she who had in fact entered another plane of existence... or at least her consciousness. Around her shapes and figures started to appear. Some blurry and some with distinguishable features.

''The Otherworld... The Unseen world... It has many names...''

Beside her she could see the transparent figure of an Altmer bending down over the coffin and shoving the lid off with a dampened grunt. Inside it was the mummified remains of a man in a black robe, decorated with markings in purple and gold. Undoubtedly a mage of ages past... long, long before the Crimson Order even existed.

"Here he is..." hissed the Altmer, who could only be identified as Andrachel himself.

Anhjari knew by looking at the Elf that whatever event she was becoming witness to, it must have happened before the event of the corruption of the Crimson Order. Andrachel was still resembling a living being.

"The books were right. Bless those damn Nedes for burying him here. His body and the magic secrets it keeps will serve me well in time. Once those fools back at the Academy completes the Great Work and we all have our taste of immortality, they shall recognise my true power..."

Anhjari crawled to the side as Andrachel bent down and struggled to lift the remains in the coffin over his shoulder. Even though she knew that she was only bearing witness to a memory and that it couldn't harm her, she still felt uncomfortable watching their present enemy in the past, knowing what they were dealing with.

"As soon as immortality sets in", shrugged the Elf, "not only will I live forever, I will also be in the possession of magical powers without their like. I will become... invincible... Undeath and eternity awaits... I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my days as an overpowerful lich, knowing I will still look as handsome as I do today."

A cruel laughter followed as Andrachel carried away the corpse and disappeared into the unknown and dark depths of Boneshatter Cave. Anhjari shuddered at the thought of what had happened here and struggled to get herself back.

She opened her eyes and found herself back in the world of the living and breathing with some effort. She looked at Kay worryingly. "It's... It's worse than that..." she whimpered. "Andrachel was interested in becoming a lich... and knowing that he suffered the same corruption as the rest of the Order,  he might just have pulled it through in believing it would cure him..."

She looked at the claw marks on the lid. "I assume it didn't work?"