Phyllis
"It's either that or I put you under arrest for being a vampire." He says, "I believe it is in your best interest to help us."
Eloise
"Very well, then... Where is it you want to begin looking into this? Fort Frostmoth, I presume?"
Phyllis
"Indeed. Based on what I've learned that's where the attacks seem to be coming from. Follow." He says, leading Andral out of the city, "The Bulwark has kept us safe, so far. But I doubt we'll last against the constant attacks, we only have so many guards."
Eloise
*He followed along, pulling down the hood of his cloak and readying his sword.*

"So it's imperative to cut off the source before Raven Rock is overwhelmed. But I wonder how exactly Carius could be alive, bringing the dead back. He wasn't a necromancer, from what I know."
Phyllis
"My guess is he was dead for a time. Then someone did something. His body was likely fairly well preserved within all the ash and didn't decay properly."
Eloise
"Then perhaps a necromancer brought him back as a thrall. But since when do thralls act on their own like this? Ordering these ash spawn, making declarations of war?"
Phyllis
"It's a possibility. I imagine it was most likely some sort of necromancer experiment, but to what end I must wonder, and why did they just leave him?"
Eloise
"I do not know. I know enough about necromancy to know that the spells are temporary and the minions need to be constantly watched. But I suppose Falx Carius, if he truly is alive, will have our answers. The first problem though is getting through these ash spawn, and my garments only protect so much from flames."
Phyllis
"I doubt he'll provide any information." He says, unsheathing his sword, Trueflame, an ebony scimitar that seems to be on fire, "Flames won't do much against the Ash Spawn, they're pretty much immune to fire, but its still a sword." He says with a chuckle, he has another sword on his other side, as well as chakrams and a dagger
Eloise
"Fortunate then that Old Wound bears frost."

*He drew his steel longsword, flickering with magic and coated in a thin layer of frost that died down the warmth of southern Solstheim.*

"It has yet to be unreliable, and I do not expect today to be the day it fails."