Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140816184757/@comment-5583506-20140817213735

The road to Chorrol wasn't a long one, yet it wasn't especially short either. The only travellers passing by were that of regular vagabonds, wanderers and beggars scurrying from town to town. As soon as he entered the town's gates he was called upon by some shady guard in an ally.

"Hey, Varg?! Remember me?"

Varg looked at the scoundrel with dislike. "Yeah, I know who you are, Quentin Numidius. You were involved with that old graverobbing business a couple of years back. I killed the vampire who was the brains behind it, but I didn't have enough evidence to back up my claim that you were in that whole affair."

The guard hushed him. "Shut up about that, would you? I suppose you are here about those rumors?"

"What rumors?" growled Varg and approached the man threatingly. "Enough with the whole mute thing, already!"

"Right, right, I forgot your patience... or lack thereof." He leaned closer to Varg. "There is a building in the northwestern quarters. People have been hearing chanting coming from the basement there."

"So?"

"Listen, there have been sightings of robed men with hoods entering that building in the dark of the night. They go in and then they don't come out until the chanting falls silent, understand? Whatever is going on in that building is bad business, I tell you?"

"Why don't you guards do your job then and charge in there to see if there are any Daedra worshipping cultists?"

Quentin suddenly looked frightened. "You don't know what it's like, Varg. You are never scared of anything, but we are! We are fucking ordinary humans for crying out loud and not some..."

"Mind your language now", snarled Varg.

"Sorry, it's just that... we are all scared, alright? If you had heard they chant and sing about, if you had seen what kind of shit they have in their basement, then you would be scared too."

Varg sighed and pinched his sellion. "Alright, let me handle this. At what time does this little robed community gather?"

Quentin raised his shoulders. "Usually it's around midnight, but they might have changed their schedule."

"Midnight suits me just fine", muttered Varg as he passed by the informative guard and headed towards the closest inn.