Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150714151058

"I... I can try", shuddered the Khajiit.

Actually she was unwilling to use them at all in this place. The feeling she had from touching the iron gate was enough to make her realise that perhaps some cases were best to remain unsolved. Whatever horrors Theomyr Cordius had dabbled with, they had come for him and put an end to him... with some clearly grotesque visual results.

What Scav read seemed to be a letter of invitation:

Dear Theomyr Cordius

''With the grand re-opening of the Crimson Academy we would be honoured to receive your presence here when our first students arrive. Knowing that your great, great grandfather was one of the most esteemed alchemists to have ever lived, and knowing that you, yourself, is practicing the ancient and noble arts; we know that simply by having a man of your status and family name here at the initiation ceremony would mean alot to any aspiring young alchemist who wants to walk in the footsteps of your ancestors.''

We are eagerly awaiting your response!

Sincerely, the Board of Imperial Alchemists.