What would have taken three days to journey to the ruins, only took Mordynak a day and a half. He arrived just as the sun was beginning to set, and with only little daylight left he quickly began his search of the outer ruins. He made his way cautiously, although quickly, to the secret entrance and began his search there. He knelt at the entrance way and scanned the ground and found the key that Alator had given to Theodyne and without hesitation he placed the key into the hollow in the stone face. The stone began to shift and change until the doorway was open and he stepped inside the dark, cold, damp tunnel. Being a Master Mage Mordynak had no need for a torch, he had long ago learned to see in the dark. He closed his eyes and opened them again and the walls and path before him were as bright as if the sun were over his shoulder lighting his way. He carefully navigated his way through the tunnels and at last he reached the stone steps leading into the main chamber and with each step he took he grew more alert, ready for anything that lay ahead. As he reached the top of the stairs he noticed two dead bodies lay in the center of the chamber, both in a pool of dried blood. Then he noticed the altar, he immediately recognized it as an altar to the Daedric Prince Molag Bal. As brave and cunning as he was, the sight of this struck fear into Mordynak's heart. The rumors are true.
He thought to himself. But he saw no trace of Theodyne and this worried him further. Sensing no danger ahead, he stepped out of the shadows and into the center of the chamber to further inspect the bodies. He knelt between them and studied their wounds. They had been stabbed to death in the chest, but in the manner of which they had fallen suggested that they were not attacked from the direction that Theodyne surely would have come. Theodyne had not slain these men and this perplexed Mordynak. Who in fact killed these two necromancers?
He turned his attention from the bodies and to the alter. As he stood in front of the alter his heart swelled with anger and hatred. He thrust both his hands and his staff towards the alter and it burst into a fiery explosion. As he lowered his hands he noticed he was breathing heavily. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he knew he had to calm himself. As he closed his eyes, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He began to take long deep breaths and before he knew it the deafening thump thump
of his heart quieted until he could hear it no longer. He turned back to the bodies and set them both ablaze. He had learned everything he could from this place and he knew it. He turned to leave and then stopped in his tracks. From the corner of his eye he noticed a glistening on the stone floor. As he moved closer for inspection, he noticed it was a small iron key. As he picked up the key he noticed carved into the key was the symbol of the ever popular tavern in Chorrol, The Grey Mare. He had a clue. He pocketed the key and turned to leave the ruins. His journey taking an unexpected turn, Mordynak had to stop for supplies. He had only packed three days worth of food for his trip, but now he would certainly need more. So he made for the city of Wayrest. From there he would gather more supplies and send word to Alator of the new developments in his search for Theodyne as well as confirmation to the rumors of the necromancers return to Daggerfall.
Theodyne awoke to the neighing of a horse. After dressing, he stepped out of the front door and again felt the warmth of the sun. This morning he had a smile that he could not wipe from his face. His was returning home.
"Well you have three days worth of food and drink, should be more than enough to get you back." said Neville as he tightened the straps of the horse's saddle.
"The way you pack for a lunch it should last me a week." Theodyne laughed.
"Better to have and not need than need and not have I always say." retorted Neville.
"Too true my friend, too true." agreed Theodyne.
Before he mounted his horse to leave Theodyne embraced his friend one last time. "I cannot thank you enough Neville, truly I cannot."
"Just make sure the next time you visit we can visit proper, with women and wine." said Neville with a smile on his face.
"You make me not want to leave Neville." Theodyne laughed as he remembered his youth with Neville. Chasing women and then by chased themselves by the young girls fathers. A bittersweet smile crept to his mouth at these fond memories. "Until we meet again." he said as he mounted his horse.
"Until then." replied Neville.
And Theodyne dug the heels of his boots into the horse's hips and he was on his way. He figured the fastest way to Daggerfall would be to stick to the roads and make his way to Wayrest and from there he would pass through Camlorn and be home free to Daggerfall. It would be a simple enough journey if he stuck to the main roads. Afterall he had made the same journey before years ago when he first answered King Emeric's call.
After riding for an entire day, he was just past Wayrest when Theodyne thought it was a good time to stop and rest as he noticed a small pond just off the road. He dismounted his horse and led it to the water's edge so it might drink and he sat down in the grass and opened his pack to see what food Neville had packed him. Five sweet rolls, one apple, a loaf of bread, and a block of cheese. Theodyne laughed at his friend. More sweets than not, but that was how Neville always was. It was no sooner than Thedoyne had finished his first sweet roll when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"Well, well, what have we got here?" said a bandit standing behind Theodyne. "Have any treats for us do you?"
Theodyne discreetly grasped a dagger tucked into his waist as he stood to his feet. He turned to see two bandits standing before him, one holding a rather large hammer and the other with his hands in his pockets.
"I'll tell you what, you give us your horse and your sword, and I will try and see if I can convince my friend here to not cave your skull in with that big ole hammer. What do you think of that friend?" said the bandit with a smile.
With one hand, Theodyne untied his belt and dropped his sword to the ground.
"Smart choice." said the bandit as he bent over to pick up the sword.
As he reached for the weapon, Theodyne stepped on the sword and lunged forward with his dagger, stabbing the the bandit with the hammer in the eye, killing him instantly. He then stepped back and before the dead bandit could fall, he assumed control of his body. He commanded the dead bandit to strike his friend with the hammer and he did so. Upon releasing the body from his control, Theodyne retrieved his dagger and his sword only to notice a man on a horse in the distance. Mordyank. Theodyne's heart sank. He knew that even though in self defense, what he had done was wrong. And what was worse, Mordynak, Alator's personal assistant had witnessed the whole ordeal.......