Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-5583506-20150722233737

(Maxi, before you are accepted I need to know what Lighting Whips does. And by academy do you mean the Arcane University, because lore wise the Crimson Academy has just been reopened for the first time in centuries.)

Anhjari got into the carriage ready to head out towards Chorrol. She paid the outrider a generous sum of money and wrapped herself into a blanket as she leaned against the window.

Chorrol, she reflected. Never thought that I would go back there again...

She had visited Chorrol on a previous case in which several dogs had all been mysteriously attacked in the night and partly eaten. They had named the case file "Canine Plague" and had put Anhjari in charge of the operation due to her... talents...

She had indeed succeeded in capturing the "Dog-Eater of Chorrol", but not before having to empty the contents of her stomach each and every day upon discovering yet another victim of the killer's lustful spree. In the end, the killer turned out to be a local vintner who had found some old and ancient book in his basement in which it was written that by devouring the flesh of a hound he would be granted immortality.

''Seems that it did not work. He was put to death three days after we finally caught him.''



As the sun began to slowly wander over the Cyrodiilic, lush landscape; the Crimson Academy decided that after the first wave of fresh students had arrived at the academy grounds and so decided to shut their gates for the day.

Headmaster Ganvalyon, an Altmer in his prime wandered down the wooden hallways decorated with exquisite ornamental design and white-shimmering marble floor. He was not happy. And he decided that he needed to let out some anger... at the right people.

"Alvorn!" he growled as he strolled out of the main building, down the gravel road and entered the groundskeeper's office at the entrance; a poor excuse of a shack built just within the huge iron gate leading to the academy grounds.

A black-haired Bosmer with a dirty face flinched, apparently busy writing down a to-do list for the grand re-opening of the Crimson Academy. There were a lot of things to do to make the young alchemy students make themselves at home.

"Headmaster!" exclaimed the Bosmer nervously.

"Come with me", said the Altmer sternly in response and signaled to the groundskeeper to follow, rather aggressively so.

Alvorn had no choice but to do what he was told. It was in fact the worst job he had ever taken, but it payed well and he saw no true reason for why he would give such an opportunity up just because he didn't like it. The Headmaster showed him into the Academy's main building and all the way to the basement entrance. Alvorn didn't really like the place as well. It was old and somehow he just got the feeling, or rather an intuition, that something bad had happened here. The Crimson Academy had been founded several centuries ago by a group of well-esteemed alchemists known as the Crimson Order. They were said to have been the true masters of alchemy and that all other now living alchemists were mere shadows in comparison. Alvorn didn't however know what had become of the Order afterwards. No history books mentioned that part of the history. They all just stated and ended with the story of how the great alchemist Montinette had achieved something incredible at his study in this very building. Something so tremendous that apparently he had rather chosen to keep his secret to himself rather than to share it with the world.

Alvorn, being somewhat fascinated by older history, couldn't help but wonder just what Montinette had discovered at the very place he was working on, or whether someone would perhaps discover it again now when the Academy had reopened for the first time since... those times...

After many staircases up and down and through a maze of corridors Ganvalyon finally took him to the first floor of the basement section. It was dark and Alvorn had to light up his lantern to see anything.

The Altmer pushed the door open and covered his nose with the sleeves on his robes.

Alvorn couldn't help but to do the same. "By the Gods! What is that... that... stench?!"

"That's what I am wondering", growled Ganvalyon, visually angered. "You are the groundskeeper here. You are supposed to make sure that this place is as much as a place of comfort as well as learning! When the last wave of students arrive I can't have them complaining about some strange odour, you hear?!"

"But... I don't understand... I... Oh, Gods... It truly reeks..."

"Indeed it does. The reason?"

"I can't tell", coughed Alvorn. "This smells like... like... something has died and... I don't know. Could perhaps be an animal that has found its way down into the lower levels of the basement section."

"Well, clear it out then!" snapped Ganvalyon. "I don't want any section to smell like a festering corpse whether we use them or not!"

Alvorn sighed. This was one of the reasons why he hated this job. His employer was probably the most pedantic man in Tamriel and on top of it all he now had to fumble around in the darkness and stench in search of a rotting animal carcass... or whatever was giving off this hideous stench.

"I will get to it as soon as possible, sir", said the Bosmer and closed the door to prevent more of the smell from spreading.

"Good", replied the headmaster with a stern nod before leaving the groundskeeper to his work. "And when you are done with that you can have a look at the sewer grate east of the academy grounds. It looks like some mountain lion or something has been at it."