Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191224062218/@comment-4662333-20200201050535

"Then you must go forth quickly. Come, I have a map of his location, but understand that it is a location unknown to many. Keep this map with your life," The cultist reminded as he gave Fassilion the said map. Soon, he was escorted out of the base and was conjured a dark horse from Oblivion to reach the mansion.

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Torsten shouted in great pain as the ice spike was pulled away from him. A warm feeling engulfed him as he was healed by Aetheon, no doubt from the restoration magicks. As Aetheon finished his deed, Torsten clasped his shoulder with one hand and patted it.

"You have my thanks, Aetheon."

As the Nord stood up and took care of his bearings, he led the group to the door where Fassilion escaped to, and the group was once again in the empty dining room. Fortunately, nothing was there to meet them and the group progressed to the kitchens, where a hidden cabinet had been fully exposed and led to a deep and dark underground basement.

With no options left, the group continued and found a gruesome sight. Inside the basement was a large, beating heart in chains. It looked like a daedra heart, but much was at least as tall as two meters. Four chains kept it tethered, two at the top and two at the bottom.

"Wh-what the fuck is this?" Torsten let out, exasperated by their latest findings.

However, a large shockwave was then emitted from the heart and knocked everyone in the group to the walls of basement.

"And thus my intruders have found me," a voice rang out throughout the basement, "Oh how I will enjoy ripping your souls out for Lord Molag."

Shades of men, mer and beastfolk then surrounded the Heart as they advanced on the downed members of the group.