Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20140226150036/@comment-24344819-20140302171255

Jasic found himself in some sort of laboratory. After he recovered from the nausia the teleportaion caused him he got back up. A figure in a blue hooded magerobes was working over an Alchemy table.

"It has been quite a while since we´ve met." the figure said to Jasic without looking up from the table "How is your progress on the ruins, Wrathheart?"

"A friend sealed them" Jasic replied "He will unseal them as soon as i help him beat Hermaeus Mora"

"You don´t have "friends", Wrathheart. Anyways, why are you here?"

"I have been wounded and the wound doesn´t heal. Neither my nacklace, nor any restoration spells showed any effect"

The figure stopped working.

"Seat yourself on the table."

Jasic walked over to the empty table in the middle of the room and took a seat. The figure turned around from the Alchemy table. The hood of the magerobes conceiled the face.

"What caused the wound?"

"Looked like an iron dagger. I think the blade had a bluish gloam to it. Parts of it were reinforced with gold."

"Gold?" the figure began to examine the wound "Unusual shape for a stabbing wound, much less for a dagger." it muttered "Have you considered that part of the blade could be made out of silver?"

"Yes but silver feels different. That was not silver"

The figure continued to examine the wound. After two minutes it let out a loud "HA!"

"I bet that the pain has been increasing ever since you got it."

"Yes, thats why came to you in the first place. Its almost unbearable"

"Should´ve noticed something was off..." the figure muttered to itself "That dagger," it said to Jasic

"must have belong to no one other then Graon Marcus. A renowned adventurer who turned to the Daedra in a quest, seeking for power. That was sometime in the second Era. Now apparently in the services of Herma-Mora. Only of mediocre prowess in combat, however a cunning opponent known for laying very...entertaining traps. That is, until he went into the services of Herma-Mora."

"I don´t care. Can you heal it or not?"

"That dagger was enchanted or rather cursed. But luckily for you i have an enchantment against enchantments." the figure went over to a cupboard and started getting out various instruments. It picked one of them and held it into the light of a lantern.

"This might hurt a little." the figure chukled "Even for you."