The Elder Scrolls: Tales of the Nerevarine

"We can follow the trail if you want, but I'm not touching any of this stuff." Dalamus told Aldarilar. "She can't let go of a fork, I don't want to know what happens with the cheese."

"Then let's go, the more we're staying here, more chances are, that someone might pick up this stuff and we won't find that stallion."
Aldarilar followed the trail.

The trail leads outside.

Aldarilar exited arena and looked around, trying to find where trail goes. (9)

Dalamus followed Aldarilar out of the arena.

Aldarilar sees that the trail leads down to the bottom floor of the canton, and across a bridge, to an adjacent one, before ending at another door. In the darkness, only the guards are looking in confusion at the strange trail of oddities.

Aldarilar followed the trail to the door, uncertain about if he wants open it or wait for others.

Dalamus continued to follow, until Aldarilar stopped at the door.

Hecate approaches the others as they follow the trail.
"Just what sort of craziness are we into now?"

Aldarilar looked at the door. "Not to be coward, but we're dealing, at very least, with some crazy mage...do you see any traps on this door?" he said to Dalamus.

"I can understand being careful, but I think you might be over estimating this elf." Dalamus said to Aldarilar as he inspected the door for any sings of traps. (perception 7)

It's a door. A normal, heavily used door.

"No traps. Just a regular door." Dalamus said as he opened the door. "So, who wants to go in first?" He asked the others.

Aldarilar exhaled deeply and went through the door. Upon entering inside he looked around. (10)

Aldarilar sees a long hallway with several doors. The trail leads down the hallway and to the left, around a corner.

"I think we should hurry, in case crazy one will try get away or whatever that fork doing will become worse over time." He followed the trail to the corner. "Though if you feel like looting, you can look through other doors."

Ari peered around, "Well with the way things are going now.....what could be worse then a cursed fork? Maybe there are some vampire Sheep or even cursed pillows!"

"Who knows? Maybe there's cursed bottle of alcohol, that, no matter what you do, you can't open it or even break it."
Aldarilar pressed forward, following the trial.

"Or, and I'm going way out on a limb here, this is some mage's idea of a practical joke and he needs a lesson in etiquette."

"Yeah, that's probably just some crazy mage doing crazy stuff..because he can. Yes." Aldarilar followed the trail, looking out for it's end. (1)

The trail led down a flight of stairs to the left, then ended at another door.

"At very least, if we won't find him, we'll be able to eat soup every day for few month at least." Aldarilar said, while climbing down stairs and stopped at the door, waiting for others.

Dalamus followed Aldarilar down the stairs. "You can eat this stuff if you want, I'm not touching any of that stuff."

"Oh, but think of possibilities! Extra leg, great strength, agility or even extra head!" Aldarilar said in sarcastic tone. "At worst you'll just die."

"Okay, here goes nothing..." Aldarilar opened the door.

The door led down a short hallway to the canal works. Water poured out of pipes and down grates into the under-city canal. The trail led to a trap door near where the group had entered. A lone beggar sat, chewing on a piece of cheese that had been part of the trail.

Aldarilar approached beggar. "Did you saw the one, who left this trail?" Then he looked at cheese. "Feels like normal cheese?"

"Uh? Mue uh wha uh heh ruh," the beggar replied, taking a break from his cheese.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak cheese. Can you repeat that?"

"Uh? Mue uh wha uh heh ruh," the beggar restated. For some reason, the cheese in his hooves started to ooze a red liquid from the bite he had taken out of it.

"That..not look healthy..."

The beggar smiled broader than was naturally possible, and vanished except for his smile, which lingered for a few moments more.

"Well..that was unexpected." Aldarilar scratched back of his head and looked around for way to find strange mage (and possibly strange beggar). (5)

The trail still led to the trap door.

"Ugh..I think I'm loosing concentration with all this happening..." Aldarilar proceeded to trap door and open it.

"Yeah, this city is getting weirder the longer we're here." Dalamus said as he followed Aldarilar.

Dalamus looked through the trap door to see where it goes before entering.
(perception 9)

The trapdoor led down into the canals underneath the canton. It was dark, and hard to see, but he could still see the barest hints of the trail leading north from the bottom of the ladder.

Dalamus climbed down the ladder then lit his torch before following the trail.

Aldarilar followed Dalamus through trap door.

Chrystyna followed Aldarilar through the door.

"Mutated Cheeses, Utensils that want to kill us, zombie like beggars....yes this will be a perfect adventure!" Ari snorted and followed the others.

As the group reached the bottom of the ladder and Dalamus lit his torch, the noticed something very strange happen. All of the objects forming the trail started squeaking, and then with a loud crack, they turned into rats, running off to the north past a lone door light by torch sconces.

"Should I do a pied piper impression?"

"Right now I wish we had Khajiit with us..."

"Yeah, and we take the Nord's suggestion and teach it how to play a flute." Dalamus said before stopping at the door. "I swear there better not be a giant rat behind this door."

"We should find some Khajiit to prevent this kind of situations. Khajiits do eat mices and rats, right?" Aldarilar asked in sarcastic tone.

Ari grinned at her companions. "Well maybe they taste good when cooked properly! Otherwise I might have to use my hooves to make a point." She eyed the direction the rats went. "Here I thought Skyrim had strange creature problems...." She muttered something about insane mages and crazy magics as they made their way deeper into gods know what territory.

Dalamus took a deep breath and looked at the others before he opened the door.

On the other side of the door laid a medium sized room. There were several chests spread about along the outer walls, and several torches placed evenly to give the room a bright feeling. However, in the center of all this was a very large statue of what appeared to be a stallion in a suit. The statue had a beard, and his right hoof rested on a long staff. Offerings of cheese, lettuce, and balls of yarn were left at the base of the statue.