Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-5543592-20191206202821

The top of the tower there was a heavy chamber door. Nyasia wrapped on it twice with a fist.

"Come in!" A man called from within.

Nyasia pushed the door and it swung open with some resistance. They walked into a tight, claustrophic chamber. An enchanting table and alchemy lab off to their left, a big desk to their right. An oversized globe took up a portion of the room. Plants and dead animals hung down from hooks, with little slivers missing from each, likely cut for ingredients. They entire room seemed thinking of a ethanol and salt.

Nyasia almost walked into a dried Skeever carcass, hanging from the ceiling, and leapt back, gagging.

"Ruptga." She shut her eyes, surpressing a shiver.

There was, without explanation, a giant pillar of purple fire in one section of the room, surrounded by a chalk circle, and out of it the sorcerer stepped.

He looked fairly normal--a man in his late forties with platinum blood hair, pale skin, and a nonathletic scholar's build.

One of his shoulders was smoking, briefly catching fire, and he casually slapped it out. "Good evening." He saluted them. "Something I can help you with?"

"We're guests of the Count.  I am Nyasia al Din and this is my friend Helian.  We've decided to look into this Daedric problem you have."

The wizard chuckled, wiping some soot from his jacket. His clothing was all black, and it was unclear if that was from fire damage or if he'd dyed it that way. "Revus mentioned he'd sent for someone.  Come to check in on the necromancer, have you?"

Clodagh spotted Velus through a window in the courtyard to the castle's rear, hitting a tennis ball against a cork board. Baldr was not visible.