Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160208213450

(Sorry about all this timeskipping, but it's kinda necessary given the distances involved.)

(By the way, Korst seems like a really nice guy.)

12th Second Seed, 5E 145 (12/5/45)

Cynric had returned to the city quietly, not wanting questions to be raised about his absence. He knew Skuldar would be curious when Fort Treva's walls were virtually non-existent. seeing as they had only been moderately damaged by the assault which took the Jarl's life, and he doubted a mysterious one mounth absence would help matters. He entered into the Keep, where he found the man he was looking for - Aridril, the ancient Altmer Court Wizard.

"What do you want?" Aridril asked, not looking up from his scroll as Cynric entered the room. There were numerous strange symbols on it that Cynric recognised as being Daedric, though he couldn't understand them.

"I'd appreciate it if you could analyse this potion," he said, producing one of the Fire Acid bottles. There were still a few droplets left in it.

Aridril took the bottle from Cynric, holding it up to the light.

"What happened to the rest of it?" he asked.

"An idiot driver drunk it," Cynric lied. "The poor sod was so drunk he didn't realise it was toxic until it burnt through his ribcage."

Aridril raised an eyebrow, but at the same time his eyes narrowed slightly.

"When the priests tried to cremate him, he caught light and nearly melted the altar."

Aridril looked at the bottle for a moment, before returning his gaze to Cynric.

"I'll analyse the potion for you, but it seems like it could be very volatile. My testing will almost certainly destroy what's left of the potion, but it might not produce results.

"I must warn you, though, that it would be extremely ill advised to try and replicate this potion. Getting the proportions wrong by even the tiniest amount could be catastrophic."