Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150714202945

Beatrix sighed, equally annoyed as this strange man from the Imperial City. "Fine, but my people will not be happy about it. I just called in the best healers I know of to examine the body in private."

In what seemed to be a library, Astien managed to find an interesting piece of document; a map over Cyrodiil with strange markings on it. It read:

M: IC, EGD, 8

S: Cho, PD, 14

A: ?

It was however clear that these letters and numbers had nothing to do with Theomyr's profession as an alchemist, if anything it had something to do with locations or perhaps coordinates.

The piece of paper that Geralt found turned out to be an unposted letter. The text looked as if it had been scrawled down with haste.

Montinette, my old friend.

''By the time you receive this letter, I shall be gone. Gone into hiding. You will probably not hear from me again in a very long time. If you are still at work with your project chances are that the Crimson Academy has sent you a letter of invitation as well. If they have, you should escape and go underground as soon as you receive it. There is a strong possibility that the letters have alerted the Order of our presence and thus they will be coming for us. Coming for their vengeance... and their prize... ''

''Did we do them wrong, Montinette? Was there ever any doubt? No matter what your opinions are, you must warn the others! Go into hiding! Bar your doors and windows! Make sure that those bastards never get their hands on the Great Work!''

I will...

The letter ended abruptly. But at least the deceased alchemist had taken the time to write down an address. It read: The Imperial City, Elven Gardens District 8.

There was nothing particularly odd with the room Scav was investigating. The only thing of interest had indeed been the letter on the table. It had been sent by the Board of Imperial Alchemists, declaring a grand re-opening of the Crimson Academy. It was a worthy hint of where they could start looking next.

Anhjari treaded lightly through the study, trying to sense... something... anything... It was difficult. The very atmosphere within the room was unlike anything she had ever encountered. The schematics and formulas on the wall seemed to observe her very movements with their alien symbols and ciphers. Only the Gods knew from which source Cordius had found this sort of hidden knowledge. Ironically, the schematics had been the only witnesses to their owner's death.

The Khajiit bent down over the place where the blood had dried up in a massive pool, Cordius' last resting place. She subtly touched the dry area and already her mind began to twist and turn any possible turn of events that had taken turn in the room.

''Bled out? Killed instantly? Still alive?''

A cold surge entered her body as she heard something behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, looking at the empty doorframe with the loosened hinges. She knew well enough that none of the others could hear it, but she wished they did so that she wouldn't have to experience this terror alone. For she was afraid... very afraid... What she heard was not of this world. What she heard was the last sound Theomyr Cordius had experienced in life... and it was dreadful...

She heard something huge lumbering up the staircase, as if it dragged its own bodyweight behind. Something in agony, living in a constant rage... She could feel the overwhelming mix of emotions in the room. Fear, terror, anger... It was all there. Belonging to both the victim as well as his killer. She then froze up, unable to move. The room was suddenly filled with a putrid odour, a stench not even the most rotten corpse could spread. She wanted to cover her sensitive muzzle, but her arms wouldn't allow her. She had locked up completely. There was something else in the room with her... and it was furious...

She tried to exit the "unseen" world, but was unable to do so. She could only hope that someone else had noted her expression and shook life into her again.