Harry
The sounds of dozens of people chanting, hammer and chisel carving stone, truly monotonous sound. If anywhere was the right place it would be here.
Phyllis
"*Nchow*...." He mutters to himself, "Well, beyond the chanting and carving, I'm not seeing much from here. We should take a closer look."
Douglas
"What are they saying? Hrmm."

*She walked closer to the center of the structure, beneath the area over the Stone. She didn't get close. She merely stared. It was enthralling. She looked back.*

"Something just... It doesn't feel right at all."
Harry
"*Here in his shrine, that they have forgotten. Here do we toil, that we might remember. By night we reclaim, what by day was stolen. Far from ourselves, he grows ever near to us. Our eyes once were blinded, now through him do we see. Our hands once were idle, now through them does he speak. And when the world shall listen, and when the world shall see, and when the world remembers, that world will cease to be.*" The mantra repeated, over and over, as the mind-slaves work, moving stone and chiselling it
Phyllis
"I don't recognise what they're saying, it's not from any book or poem I've read." He begins walking around, inspecting the Tree Stone in the center of the structure, then examining the ground, the people, basically anything he could see
Francie
WHERE IS FREA!!!!!!!
Douglas
"*Forgotten*, maybe this is that... Betrayer, that you spoke of."

*She pointed at a few of the workers.*

"Look at them, they're nords from the local tribe... The Skaal, correct? It's been a while. Alcohol doesn't help."
Phyllis
"Indeed they are. These aren't the only Skaal who are enthralled by the All-Maker Stones, a good friend of mine, Baldor Iron-Shaper, is under the effect of one, the Wind Stone, I believe." He sighs, "I would laugh at the irony of the Skaal being enthralled by the All-Maker Stones, but... I can't help but feel sad for them."
Douglas
"This wouldn't be the work of their all-maker. A benevolent entity wouldn't do this. Is this really it though? Nothing else here."

*She expected more, but all there was were ruins.*

"The only thing i can think of would be to destroy them... But that seems like a poor idea."
Phyllis
"I doubt they'll reveal any secrets. If there's a group behind this they'll be watching us closely, and likely won't show themselves unless they need to. For now I think we should leave and write down what we've learned. I'll speak with Councillor Morvayne about what we found, and then keep an eye on things and wait for them to make their next move."
Douglas
"Well then. I'll get some more research done at the college. Any other mysteries plaguing this *Wonderful* Place?"

*She was getting tired of the ash, the gloom, everything. She adjusted her glasses and looked over towards Raven Rock.*
Phyllis
"The ashspawn are annoying. But unless you really want to talk to Neloth, I'll work on that issue." He says, with a chuckle, it'll be a long journey back, so he starts moving, not exactly looking to stick around the Temple much longer, it made him feel uneasy, like he was being watched from something not of their Plane
Douglas
"I do NOT want to talk to Neloth."

*She followed him. She could've made it back alone. But it brought back bad memories. She didn't enjoy being reminded of her first and only Kill.*

"They seemed concentrated just outside of Raven Rock. That Fort there... The one the Nerevarine first arrived here from, something felt off about it."