Phyllis
"From what I've learned they're coming from two locations. Fort Frostmouth and Highpoint Tower." He says, "And they've been attacking two locations. The ones from Frostmouth have been attackin Raven Rock, and the ones from Highpoint have been attacking Tel Mithryn. And as much as I don't like Neloth, he's more usefull alive than he is dead."
Douglas
"Are they anything but a mere annoyance? Both you and Neloth seem to handle them fine enough. They weren't an issue when i lived here."

*She didn't want to take the same road they took there. She sort of Veered them on a path further north. It would unknowingly take them past a little cave just north of the City soon.*
Phyllis
"They weren't nearly as common back then. Nowadays you can't leave the towns without running into packs of them. It's like they're organized now." He says, his voice a bit weary but still confident
Douglas
"I doubt they're related to the other occurrences. Odd that so much is happening here, you would think it's like the Island is expecting someone."

*She adjusted her glasses.*

"It would be counterintuitive to have Ash Spawn killing your unwilling mind-slaves."
Phyllis
"They likely aren't, just bad timing on both parts." He sighs, "Still wouldn't mind one of the events stopping, so we can better handle the other." He kicks a rock out of his way, "I can't help but wonder if Neloth has anything to do with it. I remember hearing that he was experimenting with the Heartstones that came from Red Mountain."
Douglas
"I have a few back at the College, they can raise the dead... In a way. Animates them at least, I tested on a Draugr in the Midden."

*Assuming they were uninterrupted, that cave would soon come into view.*

"I don't recall that ever being there, that cave."
Phyllis
"I've passed by it a few times. Never gone in, haven't cared to." He says, "Are you keen on spelunking or something? Do you enjoy travelling with me so much that you're looking for reasons to continue?"
Douglas
*She laughed.*

"No, don't flatter yourself too easily."

*She approached. There was a carving on a rock near the cave. Ayem, Seht, Vehk.*

"If rumor is to be believed, we just found a Tribunal Cult. Look at this carving. Subtle enough to be unnoticed unless you had seen those three letters a thousand times like I have."
Phyllis
"Well." He says, "It seems you're right." He places his hand on the pommel of his blade, "Want to pay the heretics a visit?" A smirk on his face, "They better hope there are no worshippers of Almalexia in there. I've got a bit of a grudge."
Douglas
"I don't see a reason not to. I don't have any particular religious leanings... But I wouldn't mind seeing what they've got in there."

*She entered the cave, crouching down. Inside was a puzzle room.*

"Is this a Joke?"

*The password is obviously Ayem, Seht, Vehk. She turned the totems and the door opened.*

"Lead the way."
Phyllis
He moves forward, unsheathing his sword. His eyes track the walls as he moves, ready for one of the heretical cultists to make a wrong move and try to get in his way
Francie
Do you mean me cover the npc combat? I can do it as long as you're still here actually roleplaying
Douglas
*The two Ordinators guarding the door readied themselves, ebony maces in hand. Both Galdres and Nereva had time to think before getting to them. Nereva threw a knife at the one on the right, hitting him in the Thigh. The one on the left was ascending the pass up towards them.*
Phyllis
"Mere imitations." He says, entering a fencer-like stance with his blade, "Make your move, prove to me you deserve to wear the armor of an Ordinator" He throws a chakram at the Ordinator on the left, hitting him in the stomach
Douglas
*The chakram would weave itself between the plates on his stomach, cutting him a bit. He was in range to attack. He over telegraphed a right swing and instead went for an overhead smash. Nereva was descending behind on a series of rocks she was levitating. She jumped down on the one on the right, her spear going through his neck down and out through his side. Though she may have overdone it, she was struggling to get it out of him.*
Phyllis
He parries, "Your sword play is shoddy." He says, punishing the strike with a stab in the side with his dagger. After pulling his dagger out he kicks the false ordinator, he then moves to hold the dead one down to help Nereva pull her spear out
Douglas
*She was able to pull it out with his help, only serving to gore the ordinator further.*

"Thank you, I got carried away with that one. See if you can get that door open."

*She thought now may be a good time to put on that mask... So she did. Would make for good irony.*
Phyllis
He pushes on the door, "It's locked, gimme a second." He says, taking a step back and turning around, "Cover me," He says, as he mule-kicks the door open, the loud sound echoing through the complex
Douglas
*The doors blast open, dust filling the hallway. The shuffling of ordinators could be heard in the Sanctum. The four High Ordinator's were prepared. Four more regular ones stood behind.*

"Conjure something. If you can."

*Her voice was muffled by the mask, almost making her sound androgynous. She conjured a Seeker in front of her, and it advanced on the Ordinators.*
Phyllis
He conjures a Cold-Flame Atronach, which glides to the side and flings Hail Fire Bolts at the ordinators. He readies his blade, entering his duelist stance, reminiscent of the style that the pirate Cyrus was said to use, his offhand readying a spell with a red glow
Douglas
*Two lesser Ordinators quickly succumbed to a targeted tentacle attack. Nereva rushed them surprisingly, but instead of attacking, she levitated herself over the Ordinators. Her target was the lesser ones, whom she engaged. Some of them were frantically saying that Vivec had come. 3 high Ordinators were focusing Galdres, while another went to fight Nereva. They would approach him, only one readying to fight. They would go at him one at a time.*
Phyllis
"One at a time? Really?" He says, effectively parrying their attacks, getting in close to one he grabs their arm, absorbing their health as he grasps them, then finishing them off with a quick stab to his throat. His atronach kills one of the others, bombarding him with a series of Hail Fire bolts, slowing him to a crawl and setting him ablaze.
Douglas
*They realized that he wasn't going to play by their rules. There was one left. This one seemed like they would put up a fight. He had an Ebony scimitar. He struck first, with an outrageous swiftness. He would not go down easily.

Nereva and the seeker had taken down the 2 Ordinators, and now only had the High Ordinator to deal with. She had the range advantage, and she would take him down with a swift stab in the neck.*
Phyllis
"Oh, you're going to be fun." He says, redirecting the sword strike, then sheathing his blade, he punches the Ordinator in the head, denting the mask, as the punch made contact he absorbed a bit of the Ordinators health
Douglas
*The dent angered him. His moves became sloppier. He landed a glancing cut on his face, a single drop of blood would fall from Galdres' nose. He went for a larger strike at his side, Nereva was moving in from behind.*