Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-5543592-20140510191140

Eckbert lead everyone to the chapel, were the insistant chanting was coming from.

Eckbert opened the door slowly and they all funneled inside.

The room was lined with pews (imagine a Catholic chapel, if you can) and at the far end of the room, all around a pedastel were the townsfolk, all holding hands and chanting. Although it was unclear what they were chanting, the adventurers quickly deduced that the language was Daedric.

"What is going on here?" Eckbert demanded.

The chanting stopped immediately and all the townsfolk turned menacingly slow towards the group in unison.

"Why we are giving thanks to the gods, my son." Said an tall, elderly man. His beard was long and gray and he had bizarre but metallic looking staff in his right.

"Stop!  Just stop it!" Shouted Eckbert. "We're past pretending this is a normal town!"

"Perhaps, but one shouldn't be so judgemental."

"What have you done with them?" Eckbert was furious.

"Who?"

"The ciitizens of Chorrol!  The guardsmen!  Lee Emrey!  Where are they?"

"They're here.  Where they've been the whole time.  You'll meet them soon." The old man waved his hand and the townsfolk, with a blood-chilling war cry, charged the adventureres viscously.