Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-11462477-20130724221048/@comment-11462477-20130727200440

You tell Areis to take you to his friend. He nods and says "Follow me." You follow him to the docks at Riften where the canal goes through. You stop at a seemingly abandoned home, the windows are boarded up and the door is decrepit. Areis knocks and yells "Anaril! It's Areis! We need your help." He continues to knock when you hear an angry voice "Not so loud fool! Let me open the door." You hear the sound of chains rattling and a lock falling to the ground. The door creeks open and you see an old Altmer, his pale gold eyes flit back and forth between you and Areis. "I wasn't aware you were the type to associate with Argonians." He says to Areis. "This is Burns-his-foes," he says nervously. "He saved my life and I owe it to him to track down the ones that have caused us so much misery." "Weren't you on the eastern end of High Rock?" asks Anaril "My... You've journeyed rather out of your way haven't you? Well come inside I guess." you both enter the home, it's old and falling apart. You take a seat on an old chair that looks the most sturdy, it creeks in protest. Anaril looks at you. "So how can I be of assistance?" you tell him everything, the strange amulet and the people that delivered it, the ebony army that attacked, the guards who have been chasing you, and the journey to Riften. He stands silently, listening to the whole story. When you're done he finally speaks. "And you actually held on to the amulet? Bah! Argonians... He wanders to the back of the house and opens his closet. "But you have come to the right person about this... Ebony army, as you've taken to calling it." He pulls an ebony helmet out of his closet and tosses it to you. It has the same intricate gold carvings as the ones in the army. "I was a member of it. Nearly two centuries ago." When he steps aside you see he has a full set of the armor and a war axe in his closet. "But what you're describing can't be... When I left we only had twenty members to our.... cause. And the one in black robes. It sounds like the same person that lead us when I left, but that can't be. He was old by Nord standards even when I left. He should be long dead by now." You ponder this for a moment. "Could the amulet have something to do with it?" you ask Anaril. "The amulet has everything to do with it I suspect." "Do you know how we can find them Anaril?" Areis asks. "Like I've said, it's been almost two centuries since I've heard from any of them. But you might consider checking the old fort they were stationed in when I left... It's about a five mile hike west of Bravil." "It seems we don't have much choice...." You say to yourself. "You're welcome to stay the night here." says Anaril "Thank you my friend" says Areis. "Hmph." Anaril goes into a back room. "Just don't wake me when you leave."

It's a rather restless night despite how exhausted you are. Morning comes all too quickly. You and Areis are about to open the door to leave, it shatters open and you fall backwards. Standing in the doorway is a man clad in ebony armor and wielding a flail. Anaril is in the room in a heartbeat wielding his war axe. "So they were telling the truth. How is Knurid still alive hmm?" The ebony soldier approaches Anaril, swinging his flail over head. There is a path for you and Areis to run out the door and flee.

A: Fight the Ebony soldier

B: Run outside