Erik entered his house in mid-afternoon. Despite the stress of his labors at the forge he was cold, this time of the year it was always cold. He removed his apron and hung it on the nail inside the door and removed his work boots. He replaced them with his cleaner house boots. He moved to the galley and poured a mug of warm cider, he needed his wits more then ale tonight. Tonight he had work to see to.
He moved to the back of his home, the large table he had carved for himself taking most of the space, all but from a shelf of books on the north wall. A sleeping Markarth Bear-Dog laid in front of the case, stirring and standing to meet his master. The happy panting hiding the trained guard's ferocity at his task. "Vahlok, that's my boy. He been quiet today?" he asked the dog as it sought his approval and love. Erik petted the animal, showing the dog far more animation and feelings then most got out of him in a year, "There's my good boy." he said as he finished petting the dog and tossed a roasted skeever into the corner of the room as the dog leapt on it. Touching the only rare tome he kept in plain sight, "Immortal Blood", the bookcase slid away to show a door framed and plated with silver. Taking the key from around his neck he opened the door and followed the stairs to the basement below, being sure to lock the door behind him.
At the bottom of the stairs stretched a long room, stoned and sealed off from the rest of the basement cellar that could be accessed from the main house. The chamber was sealed by both masonry and magic, and was rowed by tables, chests, and chains hanging from the wall, with a desk near the stairs facing the room. In the center was a table and and a man chained on it with silver shackles. A mid-sized Bosmer, he struggled and seemed on the brink of death, protesting that he was no undead and should be released. "You think me simple bloodsucker?" said Erik as he walked to the, by all accounts, normal looking wood elf. Holding a lit candle to the creatures face showed his true form. The Bonsamu hissed and bit in vain at the Slayer, "You lot may look like a wood elves, but candle light always gives you away." He sat the candle on the desk and dragged a chair to the exhausted looking vampire, "You must be tired, can't sleep? Yeah, that's that marking on that wall over there, keeps you from nodding off in the daytime hours so you and I can chat a bit. Tell me what I want to hear and I may even let you go with all your body parts."
The miserable creature was panting as if he had labored all the day long, "What do you want to know?" Erik turned the chair and sat in it backwards, leaning in, "When I saw you in the Sober Nord, there were two others, one became mist outside the city gate so that was a Keerilth I am betting. I already dealt with her, a few en-flamed arrows brings them right back to a solid form and my blade did the rest. And you were no challenge, almost embarrassing really. But the third concerns me, he was looking at the tavern owner's little girl, and since you two are both native of Valenwood, chances are so is the the third. An eye for children, that would be a Telboth I am thinking, a child-eater. Pointing me toward a troublesome one like that would put me in a generous mood." The vampire growled at the insult but brightened at the offer of release, "South of town My Lord, 15 miles or so there is a cave, straight south. We were to meet there if we found trouble..... there to eat.... Now release me as you have promised."
Before leaving, Erik did as he promised and released the vampire, using a Flameheart dagger to stab the creature in the heart, only moments later there was only ash and he was released to Oblivion. There were two reports early before sunrise of missing children, they would be alive at least until tonight, the Telboth would gorge itself before its long journey home, very fortunate it was mid afternoon. He changed his boots, took up his weapons and walked out the door, petting Vahlok as he left.
Soon before sunset he returned again, a smile playing on his stone face. He changed his boots, and petted his dog, and down to his secret room. Sitting at the desk he opened his journal for this year, each one was organized by year, his father had taught him that....
~Research Journal Entry; Turdas, 17th of First Seed~
Found the Telboth in the cave, the Bonsamu's information was solid.
The children were returned to their homes and sworn to secrecy, they will tell their parents they were taken by bandits, escaped and got lost, and that I found them while looking for ore.
I will need to go back to the cave tomorrow and ward it, it was far to perfect for the needs of the undead. Can't leave such a place usable.
I found a cash of Belladonna leaves, more then enough to down several lycans, very strange.
The mixing of three different types of vampires from a foreign land.... very strange. I will make inquiries with Marcus tomorrow.