Inigo asked around the local mage's guild to see if they knew how to conjure a portal to where he believed his friend had been taken. Tail and head drooping, he exited the mages guild and decided to try his luck at the nearby alchemist shop. He entered and was greeted by the shop's proprietor, a white khajiit with black stripes strewn over his body named Sha'basha.
Sha'basha eyed him curiously as he perused the multitudes of potion and potion ingredients lining the shelves on the walls.
"Hello friend, how can Sha'basha help khajiit?"
Inigo stopped eyeing the multitudes of parafanalia and looked around to see who was talking. His orange eyes fell on the black-striped khajiit.
"I came here to see if you have ingredients to conjure a portal to Coldharbor. Why I need it is irrelevant. All I can say is my friend was taken." He said as his tail drooped like a useless snake."
The white khajiit's eyes went wide with terror.
"Oh, how terrible! Let me see if I have the ingredients here, wait here."
Inigo watched as he scurried around the shop like a spider eluding a broom as he took ingredients off the shelves and either put them in his bag or he would replace them back on the shelves if they weren't correct. The blue khajiit was shocked to see he had no list in front of him. He thought the 'list' might be in his mind, either that or he had an extraordinary memory. When he had all the ingredients, he returned to the long wooden counter, reached into his bag and handed the lot to Inigo,
Inigo smiled and also took tthe instructions that Sha'basha handed him. He logically deduced that the khajiit must've written them before he arrived. He thanked the white khajiit and went to the back of the shop where he found a alchemy station and set to work. He laid out the khajiit's instructions for how to brew the potion and prepare the portal.
When he had a thorough understanding of the process, Inigo took each ingredient out of his bag, placed them into the mortar and pestle, crushed them into a fine past, poured them into an empty vial sitting along other vials on a shelf above the table and sttirred the contents. Satisfied, he went over to a bit of bare, tiled floor, and, as per the instructions, poured the mixture out whilst circumnavigating the small island he had made in a sea of stones.
He double-checked the instructions just to see if he'd not forgotten anything. Realizing he followed the instructions implicitly, smiled and pocketed it. Inigo backed further away from the circle as it glowed bright blue. In the middle of the circular sky was a star that glowed steadily brighter as Inigo guessed the portal was forming.
Sha'basha entered the room and his mouth dropped. His eyes flicked between the blue khajiit and the glowing white portal.
"H-how did you-? This is... This is amazing." He said, striding towards the portal, inspecting it from all angles. "That khajiit, although a traitor, is an accomplished alchemist. Rubena was taught by Molag Bal's most trusted alchemist. She must've taken the rabbit to Wolfthorn castle. Taken to some far off and secluded room. Anyway, enough speculating." Sha'basha said, coming back to himself. "You'd better go and rescue your friend." He said, squeezing Inigo's shoulder.
Inigo nodded and stepped into the portal.
When he emerged, he found he was in a rather carvernous room with boats tethered to docks riding a lake of fire. He also saw six figures waiting on one of the docks for him. He looked around and saw the river of fire tapered off a bit and it flowed under a mossy vine-covered entrance with rock walls surrounding it.
Inigo had no time to take in the chamber with wooden rafter, however, because one of the vampires saw him and walked towards him.
"Well, well. What do we have here? A little lost cat. Where's your yarnball? Lost it, have ya? I'll help you look for it."
Inigo backed away; stopping just before he plummeted into the depths like a stone.
"No thanks." He said, staring wide eyed at the vampire. "I, er, have my yarn ball, erm, somewhere. Here it is." He said, brandishing a wooden staken at the vampire.
The vampire bared it fangs and lunged towards the khajiit. Inigo dodged to the side as the vampire swiped at him, presumably to gain the upper hand. The blue khajiit, quick as a trained assassin, plunged the stake into the vampire's heart. The vampire's comrades saw, or, rather, heard their comrade fall and rushed the blue khajiit. Black mist swirled about the khajiit. Thinking quickly, the khajiit ran into the raging tornado and spun his body around, killing every mosquito in one fell swoop.
With that done, he walked towards the exit to what he hoped was the main castle floor. As he opened the door, a grey hand reached out and slammed Inigo to the floor. Inigo wondered who the hand belonged to, and then he saw it. A huge grey, winged monstrosity with red eye and fangs the color of its skin. The gargoyle was about to strike when, thinking quickly, Inigo slid under the creature, readied his stake, dried blood upon it and chiseled away at the creature as a masoner would stone.
When all was said and done, the gargoyle was less than half its original size. Seeing his chance, he brought his tail back and cut the stone creature in twain. Satisfied, he continued onward to the castle's entrance. When he emerged, he found he was not at the castle entrance. He was, however, in a catthedral dedicated to some dastardly demon or other foul creature.
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