Douglas
*She quickly puts up a ward with her left hand. She couldn't block the first one, it hit her dead in the chest, it hurt but wasn't too damaging. With the opening she had after it cast it's spells, she hit it in the leg with the back of her spear, before slashing at its neck with the tip of her spear.*
Harry
The Ash Spawn dies, crumbling to a pile of hot ash

Noticing the Commotion a few members of the Redoran Guard arrive, led by Captain Veleth. 

"Damn Ash Spawn." He says. The Guard who was talking to the Imperial attempts to blend into the crowd
Phyllis
With the help of a few of the guard he's able to dispatch the last of the Spawn, it's especially easy since they got struck by an explosion of frost, "Thanks for the help, men." He says
Douglas
*She approaches, gripping her spear just beneath the head and holding it behind her back.*

"Its done then?"

*She telekinetically brings the knives towards her, and places them in their respective belt pockets.*
Harry
"I was about to come out here to investigate the Ash Spawn, they're attacks are unrelenting." Captain Veleth says, "If you find anything let me know."
Phyllis
"It seems it is. Now to investigate this matter further." He says, looking at Captain Veleth, "One of your men was out here acting suspiciously, speaking to an outlander, he made quite the sum of money to sell the key to this cellar."
Harry
In one of the piles of ash there's a sealed letter
Douglas
"Hrm? Oh, theres a letter."

*She took her spear and fished it out of the pile, tossing it in the air and catching it, she opened it, ready to read it aloud.*
Harry
The letter reads

```

Raven Rock Stronghold,

My calls for the unconditional surrender of your forces and an immediate cessation of all hostilities has been ignored numerous times. I therefore have no choice but to assume your purpose on Solstheim is hostile, and to treat Raven Rock Stronghold as an enemy of the Empire. I warn you, any attempt to breach Fort Frostmoth will be met with an equal level of aggression. I will do everything in my power to wipe you and your forces off the face of Tamriel. There will be no further communications between us.


General Falx Carius
Garrison Commander, Fort Frostmoth```
Douglas
"Falx Carius? I read about him... In the stories of the old Bloodmoon Prophecy. But he's dead. Should be. Odd. Would one of you guards like it?"

*She held it out, directing her attention to the cellar door.*
Harry
"Carius was the Imperial garrison commander at Fort Frostmoth, but he died over 200 years ago when the Red Mountain leveled the place. There's no way he could still be alive." Captain Veleth says, taking the letter
Phyllis
"I've heard of stranger things." He says with a chuckle, "We've got our hands full right now, we can't investigate Frostmouth just yet. There's one thing we need to check before we continue, though." He looks at Nereva, "Is the Outlander still in there?"
Douglas
"I didn't see him leave. Is it still locked?"

*She approached the door, knocking on it with the dull end of her spear.*

"Maybe he'll just let us in. Maybe"
Harry
The door crumbles as she knocks on it
Phyllis
"Well then, I suppose that was my doing."
Harry
"Stay away!" A voice calls from inside the cellar
Douglas
"Or else? I doubt you've got much to hurt us, s'wit. What are you up to down there, dealing with a city guard in an abandoned building?"

*She sounded more authoritative. Normally she was very monotone. She was ready to fight again, but wished to avoid it. She hated killing people. She wouldn't do it if it came down to it, unless her life was on the line.*
Harry
The Guard who was a part of the deal is getting nervous, he tries to dart but one of the other guards grabs him
Phyllis
"They already caught your associate, so fess up before things get ugly."
Harry
"Okay fine, fine!" He walks over to the cellar door and climbs out, when he exits he has his hands up.
Phyllis
"Guards, arrest him, I suspect he's attempting to smuggle contraband, and whatever it was it had the dirty guard worried about heresy."
Douglas
"Heresy? What did he have?"

*She immediately became interested. Anything related to the Tribunal would help her research.*
Phyllis
"That's what intend to find out." He looks at the guards, "This is officially a Temple matter. Your services are no longer needed." His tone is one of authority, and the guard clearly respect his words. He jumps into the cellar
Harry
Cold, somewhat damp, the light of a single lantern's glow illuminates the cellar, the walls are cobblestone, dust and ash float in the air, the furniture in the cellar is toppled around, a bookshelf lies on its side, there are 2 barrels in the corner and a crate across from them
Douglas
*She follows. She had to know what it was. She looked around, holding a fire spell in her hand to cast some more light. She seemed to use her spear like a walking stick when not in combat with it.*
Phyllis
He walks towards the crate, "If it's anywhere it's gonna be in here. If I were a betting man I'd say the crate was already here, and the guard resealed the crate after placing the item." He takes his dagger and uses it to pry the crate open
Douglas
*She watched, tentatively. Her face was usually hard to read, but there was a clear look of intrigue. She usually just looks depressingly bored.*
Harry
The cover of the crate pops off, the wood and nails creaking loudly. The box looks to full of hay, save for 2 items. An ornate gold box, and a mask made of dark metal, it's bisected by a line, that splits off, crossing the eyes. The expression on the mask is odd, and hard to discern what emotion it shows. The figure the mask is of is clearly dunmer. Although both Galdres and Nereva would know who the mask is of
Phyllis
"Is that... The Mask of Vivec?" He asks aloud, "How did they get it, how did they find it, and why would an Outlander want it?"
Douglas
*She kept silent, though her expression clearly showed a mix of excitement, joy, and terror. She finally mustered up the courage to speak.*

"I think it would be best if it came with me to the college. It's too important to stay here and get destroyed."

*She wanted it, no, needed it.*
Phyllis
His expression was puzzled, and clearly conflicted, he sighs, she had a point

"Fine, but you should refrain from wearing it or showing it off in Raven Rock, I'd likely have to kill you where you stand if you did. And neither of us want that." He picks up the gold box, opening it, "A Stone of Barenziah... I remember hearing the Crown was stolen... I suppose I should keep this, if the Crown is ever found having the stones would be useful."
Douglas
*Grabbing the mask carefully, she placed it in her satchel. She would not show it until she was off the island.*

"How can you tell it was from her crown just from a glance? It was very... Regal, but any stone could look like that."

*She was genuinely inquiring. To her, it was just a gemstone, but a nice one.*