Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5583506-20160111021415

Ganvalyon showed them in to the Academy and guided them through the dark hallways. From one and another door, the curios and terrified eyes of the students were staring back at them.

Ganvalyon motioned for them to get back inside. "Stay where you are!" he hissed. "Lock the door! Don't open it for anyone!"

The students crept back into the darkness, locking their doors. From behind the doorframes their terrified whispers could be heard, wondering just what was going on.

Finally the Altmer lead them to the examination room, letting the door slide open with a pained groan. "The... Investigators... uhm... gentlemen..."

In the deepest darkness of the examination chamber they all stood. Marandus Carmiro, the depressed and hear-broken lover. Ignatius Behrman, the short-tempered one with money in his pocket. Andrachel, the necromancy enthusiast. Francis Belmont. the violent and ruthless killer of Theomyr Cordius. And then there was... Nicodemus Verus, the true genius behind the Great Work. And unbeknownst to the rest... he knew what was to come: freedom... and possibly a lifetime of imprisonment, but at least with the opportunity to end his existence whenever he wished.

"THERE THEY ARE", snorted Andrachel with a maddened grin.

"THE ELIXIR OF LIFE!" snarled Francis Belmont. "GIVE IT TO US!"