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Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty: Supply of Brook Bass | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubBounty: Supply of Brook BassOur inn’s supply of brook bass has begun to run low, and I fear that what we have left won’t last long.A reward awaits any who can bring me [Random Number] brook bass to help replenish our stock.— [Innkeeper Name], [Town Name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty: Supply of Catfish | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubBounty: Supply of CatfishOur inn’s supply of catfish has begun to run low, and I fear that what we have left won’t last long.A reward awaits any who can bring me [Random Number] catfish to help replenish our stock.— [Innkeeper Name], [Town Name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty: Supply of Salmon | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubBounty: Supply of SalmonOur inn’s supply of salmon has begun to run low, and I fear that what we have left won’t last long.A reward awaits any who can bring me [Random Number] salmon to help replenish our stock.— [Innkeeper Name], [Town Name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dinner Menu | This book was included in Bloodchill Manor from the Creation ClubDINNER MENUDRINKSFirebrand WineAlto WineENTREEDarklight Souffle’ – A twist on the Gourmet’s famous recipeBlood Red Venison with Tomato SauceGrilled Goat Leg with Marrow BrothDESSERTApple PieSweet RollsSnowberry CrostataBoiled Creme TreatsDINNER MENUDRINKSBlood and WineENTREENord MaleBreton MaleDark Elf MaleHigh Elf FemaleImperial MaleImperial FemaleDESSERTHouse Special – Thralls |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dwemer Arrow Diagram | This book was added by Arcane Archer Pack from the Creation Club |
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Write a book about Skyrim. | Gourmet’s Writ of Passage | By order of his eminence, Emperor Titus Mede II.The possessor of this Writ of Passage – known throughout the Empire as the celebrated chef and author the “Gourmet” – is granted full and unrestricted access to any areas, information, or supplies necessary to fulfill the duty of the Emperor’s personal cook. |
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Write a book about Skyrim. | Reindeer Bill of Sale | Book added by Saturalia Holiday Pack from the Creation ClubThis deed signifies ownership of a trained reindeer. Ownership may only be transferred with an accompanying Bill of Sale. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Riekling Hunting Party Sketch | Book added by Netch Leather Armor from the Creation Club |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Writ of Dawn | By order of the Dawnguard, the [player race] [player name] is hereby condemned to death for the crime of Vampirism. By our authority, and with the Jarl’s implicit consent, the bearer of this writ is hereby commissioned to exact justice upon the condemned wheresoever [he/she] may run. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Writ of Execution | Honorable Writ of Execution: [Player’s Name]The afore-mentioned personage has been marked for execution as a member of an unlawful guild of assassins in accordance with the lawful tradition and practice of the Morag Tong Guild. The Bearer of this non-disputable document has official sanctioned license to kill the afore-mentioned personage. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty: Angler Larvae Specimen | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubBounty: Angler Larvae SpecimenMy study of unique ingredients has led to my interest in angler larvae, which is said to have properties that may lead to a breakthrough perfecting my latest potion.I will reward anyone who can bring me a single specimen of angler larvae for my next experiment.— [Alchemist Name], [Town Name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Consider Adoption | WANTED~ A Good Home ~In these days of war and strife, the orphans of Skyrim are the true victims. Many have no one left to turn to, and face a life of hard labor, poverty, and misery.If you could provide a stable home for one of these innocent children, please, consider adoption. Whether you choose to adopt from us, or to take in someone closer to home, you can make a difference in a child’s life.For more information, enquire with:Constance MichelHonorhall Orphanage, Riften |
Write a book about Skyrim. | For Sale | Book added by Pets of Skyrim from the Creation ClubFor SaleOne tamed mountain goat. Able to carry a hefty amount of weight to the Throat of the World and back again. Gives good milk.If interested in purchasing, see Halvar in Rorikstead.– Halvar |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Homestead for Sale | Book added by Tundra Homestead from the Creation ClubHOMESTEAD FOR SALEThis home, and its surrounding environs, is available for purchase.I have had many cherished adventures in Skyrim, but now I am afraid I must leave it behind. The war has made life difficult on all of us, and I fear that the worst is yet to come.I have entrusted the steward in Dragonsreach with managing the sale of my homestead. If interested, please seek him out. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Museum Pamphlet | Silus Vesuius PresentsThe Museum of the Mythic DawnA History of the Cult that Toppled the Septim DynastyInside of his very own home in the great capital of the Pale, DawnstarFree and open to all citizens of Skyrim |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Scourge of the Gray Quarter | Author:Frilgeth Horse-Breaker The tragedies befalling Morrowind do bring forth pity from even the stoutest Nordic heart. The dark elves deserve our condolences, but thus far they do not show themselves deserving of the simplest acts of charity. There are very different approaches to how to deal with the imminent problem of Morrowind, and I offer two options as seen in practice in Skyrim. One should serve as an exemplar, the other a cautionary tale.Consider Riften, which shares a border with the ruined province. A number of the dark elves have made their homes there, but they are expected to earn their livelihoods as is any other citizen of the great city. They ply trades as merchants, work in the temple, and serve in the keep. Honest labor, to be admired from a race that was so recently in such dire straits as to even warrant this discussion. Today the city still has its share of problems, but they are not traceable to any influx of outsiders in their presence. In short, the dark elves have properly assimilated themselves into the Skyrim way of life, to be expected from any newcomer to these lands.For an alternative approach, we only have to look at the once-proud city of Windhelm to see what can happen when our arms are cast too wide open in welcome. To think that the city of Ysgramor, whose very name was made in driving out the elves from our sacred home, would open itself as a welcome destination for any refugee from the smoking sulphur, is a disgrace to the very idea of being a Nord.And what has become of this? Predictably, the lazy, discontented rabble has descended into squalor in an area now delicately referred to as “the Gray Quarter” of the city. They were not expected to contribute and so have not. That they attempt to make over a proud Nord city into a little pocket of Morrowind is insulting enough, but the amount of unrest they have provoked even within the proper city walls should give any other Jarl reason to fear.The Nords I talk to in the city speak of constant strife and crime coming from the Gray Quarter, with no respite in sight. The city guard barely patrol there, leaving the dark elves to mete out whatever passes for justice in their native customs. The respectable families of the city, the Cruel-Seas and Shatter-Shields, speak with an almost parental affection of the Argonians in their employ, but the dark elves have made no effort to ingratiate or assimilate themselves to the proper city-dwellers.There is cause for optimism, though, as Jarl Ulfric is not nearly so tolerant of these substandard beings as his fathers were. Indeed, the soft hand of Hoag can be seen in the cities Argonian population as well; the fish-men, at least, have learned how to best contribute to their new home. They have proven themselves as models, toiling at the docks with utmost efficiency and bright smiles. It would do the dark elves well to pay heed to their scaly cousins. I would expect in due course that they will find themselves either contributing more directly or once again wandering the land in search of roof and warmth. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | The Warmth of Mara | Rejoice, Reader…For Mara’s Light Shines Upon YOU!Mara’s Benevolence is everlasting and Her Warmth widespread throughout the world. Shut your eyes, lift your head to the heavens and bask in the glow that shapes our destiny!Lady Mara will embrace any regardless of their past. Cast away your misdeeds and freshen your spirit! Give unto Her all the compassion that you would give unto your birthmother and learn that She will never leave you, never cast you aside and never forsake you!Donations are being accepted at the Temple of Mara in Riften |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Admonition Against Ebony | To anyone reading this: BEWARE THIS BLADEIt is hoped that the only people having access to this room should be the Jarl of Whiterun and his trusted wizard. If anyone else is reading this, please understand the magnitude of your folly, turn around, and never even speak of this room or this blade to anyone.It has corrupted and perverted the desires of great men and women. Yet its power is without equal — to kill while your victim smiles at you. Only a daedra most foul could have concocted such a malevolent and twisted weapon. But it appears that all who wield it end up with the crazed eyes of those wild men who roam the hills chattering with rabbits.It is not to be trifled with. Not even the hottest fires of the Skyforge could melt it; indeed the coals themselves seemed to cool when it was placed within. We cannot destroy it, and we would not have it fall into the hands of our enemies. So we keep it, hidden, dark and deep within Dragonsreach, never to be used.Woe be to any who choose to take it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | All Employees Must Read! | Notice to all employees:I’ve discovered my bed filled with skeever droppings that were obviously placed there on purpose by an employee who felt that it was an amusing prank. You have until Middas to either come forward on your own or point me in the direction of the perpetrator of this practical joke, otherwise all employees will be subject to half wages for the next three months.Indaryn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Beware the Butcher! | Beware the Butcher!The killer who haunts the streets of Windhelm!These calamitous times bring out the worst in people, don’t become the next victim!See Viola Giordano if you spot any suspicious behavior. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guard’s Orders | We can’t let the prisoners out, so either kill them or let them drown. Either way, all guards must evacuate as soon as possible. The storm is about to wash this whole fort into the river and I’ll be damned if I have to report one Legion death while under my watch. You have your orders! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Mzinchaleft Guard’s Notice | I’m sick of repeating myself. Hand this to the man replacing you between shifts, and ensure he reads it before you leave the post.I am not to be disturbed. Permit no one in my chamber, ever. Certain people may come looking for me. I want those people dead.You’ll be back to raiding pig farms tomorrow if you foul this up. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Notice | AttentionOne of our soldiers came to me last week with an arrow lodged in his leg that he claims came from inside the fort while he was patrolling the walls. When the targets are on the ground, there is no reason an arrow should be loosed that high. Marksmanship is about accuracy, not power and we don’t need to be taking out our own soldier.If I see arrows flying anywhere near that high the one responsible will be on latrine duty for a month.You have been warned. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Official Warning | Attention citizenryThe giant here has been given leave to keep his camp. Please do NOT attempt to make trade, disrupt the mammoths, gawk at, or otherwise disturb the giant. Resting here is not advised. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Public Notice [Dawnfang & Duskfang] | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the Creation ClubWARNING – STAY OUT OF THE RATWAY!It has come to our attention that some misguided citizens have been venturing into the Ratway late at night. To complicate matters, others have seen fit to spread rumors of their disappearance, stirring up talk of ghosts and phantoms haunting the sewers.We would remind you that the Ratway is not a safe place for commoners, and any talk of ghosts is nothing more than tavern gossip. We will investigate this matter shortly, but in the meantime, take heed and do not enter the Ratway!–The Riften Guard |
Write a book about Skyrim. | To be Read Immediately! | Notice to all employees:It’s come to my attention that the last batch of Black-Briar Private Reserve was simply our standard Black-Briar Mead placed in the incorrect bottles. We sold six cases of the Private Reserve recently and they were all returned. To make amends, we’ve replaced the cases with the correct supply at our cost. Due to this blunder, the cost of those cases will be removed from this month’s wages.Indaryn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Training Chests | These chests are for practice use only. Please refrain from using them for storage. The locks on these chests have been specially constructed to reset themselves after a short amount of time. If you have any issues, please speak to Niruin. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Warning | You’ve all been warned about trying to break into my treasure room, but Roars didn’t think I was serious.Now he’s dead.You’ve all had your cut of the take already, and if I catch any of you dung lickers trying to break in again, I won’t let the traps kill you. I’ll do it myself!— Rigel Strong-Arm |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Decree of Monument | Found in the Refugee’s Rest tower north-east of Windhelm. The quoted text was also found in Lord of Souls.4 E 20This tower once served as a meeting place where those brave souls who achieved safe passage to Skyrim would find loved ones, and leave notice for others who could not be found.Let it stand in honor of those who had the strength and spirit to accept Skyrim’s Offer “untithed to any thane or hold, and self-governed, with free worship, with no compensation to Skyrim or the Empire except as writ in the Armistice of old wheresoever those might still apply, and henceforth let no Man or Mer say that the Sons and Daughters of Kyne are without mercy or honor.”We, the Jarls of Skyrim, hereby decree this site as monument to the struggle of those who fled their native home of Morrowind in the time following the Red Year. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Geirmund’s Epitaph | Lord GeirmundArchmage of WindhelmLord Battlemage to King HaraldMagus, keep thy vigil eternal.Serve now in death as you did in life.By these seals our realm preserve.From traitors three and their charm of strife. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | High Hrothgar Tablets | High Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem IBefore the birth of men, the Dragons ruled all Mundus.Their word was the Voice, and they spoke only for True Needs.For the Voice could blot out the sky and flood the land.High Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem IIMen were born and spread over the face of MundusThe Dragons presided over the crawling massesMen were weak then, and had no VoiceHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem IIIThe fledgling spirits of Men were strong in Old TimesUnafraid to war with Dragons and their VoicesBut the Dragons only shouted them down and broke their heartsHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem IVKyne called on Paarthurnax, who pitied ManTogether they taught Men to use the VoiceThen the Dragon War raged, Dragon against TongueHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem VMen prevailed, shouting Alduin out of the worldProving for all that their Voice too was strongAlthough thier sacrifices were many-foldHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem VIWith roaring Tongues, the Sky-Children conquerFounding the First Empire with Sword and VoiceWhilst the Dragons withdrew from this WorldHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem VIIThe Tongues at Red Mountain went away humbledJurgen Windcaller began His Seven Year MeditationTo understand how Strong Voices could failHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem VIIIJurgen Windcaller chose silence and returnedThe 17 disputants could not shout Him downJurgen the Calm buit His home on the Throat of the WorldHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem IXFor years all silent, the Graybeards spoke one nameTiber Septim, stripling then, was summoned to HrothgarThey blessed and named him DohvakiinHigh Hrothgar Tablets, Emblem XThe Voice is worshipFollow the Inner pathSpeak only in True Need |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Writ of Sealing | Be bound here, Mikrul, murderer, betrayerCondemned by your crimes against realm and lord.May your name and your deeds be forgotten foreverAnd the charm which you bear be sealed by our ward. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Adventurer’s Journal | There’s something unsettling about these caravan attacks. I expected bandits, but the remains we saw were literally torn apart, rent limb from limb. Yet no mere animal could coordinate an attack on a full-sized merchant train. And wolves don’t take prisoners.We’ve found a trail leading up into the hills. We’ll make camp here for the night, then set out at dawn. Whoever- whatever- murdered those people, we’ll make sure it never happens again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Aesrael’s Journal | Book added by Alternate Armor – Elven Hunter from the Creation ClubI didn’t choose to be alone. A fish doesn’t choose to swim, and a bird doesn’t choose to fly. They just are, and so was I.When the guard raided our hideout, I didn’t shed any tears. We were always going to be lost children, orphaned by the world if not by each other.The others fled to the cities, but I sought the stillness of the forest, with only the moon and stars to keep me company. That is, until the day I met the wolf.When I found its leg caught in a bear trap, my first thought was to put it out of its misery. Yet for some reason I treated the wound, and fed the beast until it recovered.I don’t know why I saved it. Perhaps part of me misses the others, and longs for a companion.I’m no stranger to solitude. I’ve spent years relying on no one save myself. But it seems at the end of the day, I’m still that boy at the orphanage, parked at the window sill, staring out into an empty street. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Afflicted’s Note | Orchendor has gone down the the Aerdrome. He believes some of the old Dwemer machines down there will help him commune with our Blighted Lord. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Agrius’s Journal | Never thought I’d see the day we were run out of the Knifepoint Gang. Least the storm should cover our tracks. Vidgrod, Raen, and I took shelter in a cave for the night. Looks like there’s an old ruin here. Least there are no Draugr around.Vidgrod and Raen both want to set up here for a while, maybe do some raiding. They ought to know better- the road’s deserted, especially this time of year. Plenty of better places up north. But they seem awfully insistent about staying here. Wouldn’t even lend a hand when I went out to hunt tonight.Something’s wrong. Raen hasn’t said a word since she woke up this morning, just keeps staring off into space. Vidgrod isn’t much better. They sick? Not like any illness I ever heard of. I’d just walk out on them, but I can’t seem to get up the nerve. I feel like something’s holding me back. What is this place?We’re not alone. I can hear him now. Someone, speaking in my mind. Old. Powerful. Halldir, that’s the name. He wants something from us. Needs us to stay for the magic to work. I tried to run, can’t. Just like them.Raen jumped first. Onto the cairn. That’s what Master wants – blood, sacrifice, power to live again. His magic, I can feel it pulsing in my blood. He’s draining us. We’ll serve him soon, our bodies, our souls. Just like the others. They’re waiting. It’s my turn. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Aicantar’s Lab Journal | Author:Aicantar Uncle Calcelmo got back from Mzinchaleft today. Lots of artifacts this trip. He even brought me something- a spider that didn’t completely shatter when the guards smashed it. He wants me to get it working again. My first big research project!Spider Centurion Research, Week 1I’ve reassembled the spider with spare parts from the museum. All the joints move, just not on their own. Uncle said the spider needed a ‘control crystal’ with the right ‘electroharmonic signature’. The Guards are out looking for one now.Spider Centurion Research, Week 2After yesterday’s incident, I assembled a staff to hold the crystal. It actually works! When you use the staff, it creates a beacon of some kind, and the spider just walks on over to it. Better yet, it doesn’t attack everyone on sight now!Spider Centurion Research, Week 3Apparently it will still attack, just not on sight. During this morning’s experiment, one of the newer guards was startled and drew his sword, and he was dead before anyone could react. Did it actually detect hostile intent? Spider Centurion Research, Week 4Further testing confirms that the spider seems to detect the intent of its controller in some way. Last week, it tried to defend me from a threat. This week, I snapped at a guard who interrupted my latest test, and it lashed out at him. Fascinating!Spider Centurion Research, Week 5No one appreciates my work. Uncle Calcelmo is buried in his Falmer research, and doesn’t have time to help me with the spider anymore.The Guards are all afraid of it. I keep telling them it’s harmless as long as I keep it under control, but there have been too many accidents. They just don’t believe me.I wanted to show the Jarl, but I can’t seem to get the spider to leave the lab – it looks like its control crystal only works up here. Maybe if I can reattune the enchantment…? |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Alchemist’s Journal | Coming to this area was a brilliant decision! The local flora seem to have many useful properties that I’ve been able to utilize into new potions! Outside, the rich soil has allowed the cuttings I’ve collected to grow into fine and bountiful plants! This afternoon, I think I will journey out for more mushrooms, as my current supply is beginning to dwindle.On a personal note, I have moved my alchemy work outside the shack. I find the midday air is a boon to my health, as well as inspirational to my work. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Alchemist’s Note | But surely we cannot use these poisons on our own brothers and sisters! This plan is madness! Even if the main stairway is collapsed and they find those in the front chambers poisoned there is no telling that they will stop from clearing the rubble and coming through to burn our bodies before Alduin’s return!Rahgot, it is not that I fear death or refuse to lay down my life in the service of the gods. The snow elf raids in the northern lands may not be enough to draw off the Snow-Strider when he finds us dead. All know of his tenacity. If we are to die, then let us die with blades in our hands, rather than with poison on our lips and daggers at our children’s throats!–Head Alchemist Froda |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Aldepius’s Confession | Book added by Alternate Armor – Steel Soldier from the Creation ClubI should’ve made sure that body sunk to the bottom of the river, but in my old age I’ve gotten sloppy.I guess I should come clean. My real name is Peladius. I’m a bandit. At least, I used to be, until our group was betrayed by one of our own. I started this whole charade because I wanted to know who.But to be honest, it doesn’t matter anymore. There was never any honor among thieves. I lost what little claim I had to it, the day I joined Tyra’s crew.Then again, maybe I can still have an honorable death.Meet me at Dragon Bridge. We can settle this there. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Alva’s Journal | My life is dreary. Where is my prince come to rescue me? Where is my bold Nord warrior to sweep me off my feet?I met a man today when picking nightflowers. He is exciting and exotic. We kissed in the moonlight. It was so romantic. I’m going to see him again tonight.Now I understand the true colors of the night. Movarth has shown me the true black of night and the true red of blood. He has promised me a feast of blood if I do his bidding in Morthal.Hroggar was easy to seduce. Movarth said I should find a protector first, someone to watch over my coffin during the day. Hroggar is perfect.Laelette came to visit me tonight. She slaked my thirst. I’ve hidden her away to let her rise as my handmaiden. I’ve spread the rumor in town that she left to join the war. Fools.Movarth has confided his grand plan to me. I am to seduce the guardsman one at a time and make them my slaves. Then he and the others from the coven can descend upon Morthal and take the entire town. We won’t kill them. They will become cattle for our thirst. An endless supply of blood and an entire town to protect us from the cursed sun.Hroggar’s family is becoming inconvenient. I’ve told Laelette to kill them all, but make it look like an accident. Hroggar must be seen as innocent if he is going to be my protector.That little fool! Laelette burned Hroggar’s family alive. I asked for an accident and she gave me a scandal. To make matters worse, she tried to turn his little girl, Helgi. Except Laelette couldn’t even get that right. She killed the child and left the body to burn.Something is wrong with Laelette. She keeps talking about Helgi. I think her mind has snapped. She seems to think that the child can still be brought back to be her companion.There is a stranger in town, looking into the fire. I’ll have to be careful. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Anders’s Message | I can’t believe it. I came all this way, solved all of those ridiculous riddles just to end up here! After I memorized Nystrom’s clues he’d collected from Lythelus, I slit his throat. Now I guess the joke’s on me, because I’m stuck here and I don’t see a way out. Hope someone comes by soon, I’m getting hungry. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Anora’s Journal | Book added by Myrwatch from the Creation Club. This book was initially added with references to the Warlock’s Ring but was quickly removed in a subsequent patch, the old version is preserved below.1st of Morning Star, 3E 423A wise mage once told me the power of a spell lies in one’s conviction.It’s evident to me now that the college has lost all desire and purpose, and has become feckless under its current stewardship.The Arch-Mage Shalidor believed the halls to be a proving ground where a mage could test the limits of their abilities. Now the college is a tomb of knowledge, where grand spells and lofty ideals are left to wither and rot.We should not let the outside world dictate how we conduct ourselves. Placating their ignorance is not a virtue. The augurs speak of a great war on the horizon, and we should be doing everything in our power to prepare for it.That is why Teel-Ja and I have chosen to leave. We know the road ahead will be hard, but one thing we do not lack is the conviction to see it through.23rd of Rain’s Hand, 3E 428Construction of the tower is almost complete. Teel-Ja accused me of being impatient, a crime which I’ve been guilty of more often than not. Between us he has always been the tortoise, and I the hare. Still, our needs are pressing. The coming war will not wait for the mortar to dry.The location has much to do with the delays, but that can’t be helped. The Nords are distrustful of magic by nature, and some would frown upon our efforts. Others might take a more violent approach. For that reason, we’ve put a ward on the door that requires magic to dispel.We’ve chosen to honor Shalidor in much of what we do, including the seal outside the door. Teel-Ja seemed pleased with the idea of setting it on fire, while others seemed uncomfortable with the idea. I warned them that pride is the enemy of progress. If we are to survive in the coming storm, we must not be bound by tradition. We must be willing to set it aflame.11th of First Seed, 3E 429It’s been a year since construction has finished, yet there is still much that needs to be done. The tower is only the foundation for our defense. Our minds and our magic must serve as its ramparts, and for them to hold we must amplify our strength.As such, I have sent scouts throughout Tamriel to find powerful artifacts that may help us in our efforts; artifacts the college wizards refused to obtain out of cowardice or comfort. Many of these relics played a role in preventing calamities of the past. Perhaps it is their destiny as much as ours to stand between the world and its ruin.17th of Frost Fall, 3E 429We’ve had little luck finding artifacts of note. Based on the information I’ve culled from the Arcanaeum records, I know there are several here in Skyrim, including the Staff of Gauldur. We must endeavor to find them all.More concerning, however, is the disposition and morale of the mages. Even Teel-Ja seems to have fallen into the trappings of routine and idleness. It is hard to convince weary souls to explore yet another ruin when the task has been stripped of all urgency.29th of Sun’s Height, 3E 433It’s now halfway through the year 433, more than ten years since we left the college. Yet all remains blissfully calm. One of the new acolytes even suggested abandoning her training to become a cook, happily showing me her spell for preserving apple pies. I reminded her that she is here to study battle magic, not pastries. She will have more than enough time to indulge her sweet tooth when her youth is behind her.It is why we’ve devoted half the library to the placement of powerful artifacts, to serve as a reminder of our pursuit. Yet seeing the racks as they are now, collecting only dust, makes me wonder if I’ve led us all astray.As leader of this guild, I have the training to fight and the knowledge of what’s to come. What I don’t have, sadly, is the conviction that it will.28th of Last Seed, 3E 433A courier came by with news from Cyrodiil. Emperor Septim is dead. The Gates of Oblivion have opened. Divines help us all.Old version, prior to a patch1st of Morning Star, 3E 423A wise mage once told me the power of a spell lies in one’s conviction.It’s evident to me now that the college has lost all desire and purpose, and has become feckless under its current stewardship.The Arch-Mage Shalidor believed the halls to be a proving ground where a mage could test the limits of their abilities. Now the college is a tomb of knowledge, where grand spells and lofty ideals are left to wither and rot.We should not let the outside world dictate how we conduct ourselves. Placating their ignorance is not a virtue. The augurs speak of a great war on the horizon, and we should be doing everything in our power to prepare for it.That is why Teel-Ja and I have chosen to leave. We know the road ahead will be hard, but one thing we do not lack is the conviction to see it through.23rd of Rain’s Hand, 3E 428Construction of the tower is almost complete. Teel-Ja accused me of being impatient, a crime which I’ve been guilty of more often than not. Between us he has always been the tortoise, and I the hare. Still, our needs are pressing. The coming war will not wait for the mortar to dry.The location has much to do with the delays, but that can’t be helped. The Nords are distrustful of magic by nature, and some would frown upon our efforts. Others might take a more violent approach. For that reason, we’ve put a ward on the door that requires magic to dispel.We’ve chosen to honor Shalidor in much of what we do, including the seal outside the door. Teel-Ja seemed pleased with the idea of setting it on fire, while others seemed uncomfortable with the idea. I warned them that pride is the enemy of progress. If we are to survive in the coming storm, we must not be bound by tradition. We must be willing to set it aflame.11th of First Seed, 3E 429It’s been a year since construction has finished, yet there is still much that needs to be done. The tower is only the foundation for our defense. Our minds and our magic must serve as its ramparts, and for them to hold we must amplify our strength.As such, I have sent scouts throughout Tamriel to find powerful artifacts that may help us in our efforts; artifacts the college wizards refused to seek out of cowardice or comfort. And through our efforts in Morrowind, we managed to obtain the Warlock’s Ring, the one worn by the legendary Archmage Syrabane.According to the legends, Syrabane used the power of the ring to end the Thrassian Plague that threatened all of Tamriel. Perhaps it is the ring’s destiny to stand between the world and its ruin.17th of Frost Fall, 3E 429We’ve had little luck finding more artifacts of note. Based on the information I’ve culled from the Arcanaeum records, I know there are several here in Skyrim, including the Staff of Gauldur. We must endeavor to find them all.More concerning, however, is the disposition and morale of the mages. Even Teel-Ja seems to have fallen into the trappings of routine and idleness. It is hard to convince weary souls to explore yet another ruin when the task has been stripped of all urgency.29th of Sun’s Height, 3E 433It’s now halfway through the year 433, more than ten years since we left the college. Yet all remains blissfully calm. One of the new acolytes even suggested abandoning her training to become a cook, happily showing me her spell for preserving apple pies. I reminded her that she is here to study battle magic, not pastries. She will have more than enough time to indulge her sweet tooth when her youth is behind her.It is why we’ve devoted half the library to the placement of powerful artifacts, to serve as a reminder of our pursuit. Yet seeing the racks as they are now, collecting only dust, makes me wonder if I’ve led us all astray.As leader of this guild, I have the training to fight and the knowledge of what’s to come. What I don’t have, sadly, is the conviction that it will.28th of Last Seed, 3E 433A courier came by with news from Cyrodiil. Emperor Septim is dead. The Gates of Oblivion have opened. Divines help us all. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Antonius’ Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Orcish Scaled from the Creation ClubYakhtu once told me I’d wager off my own mother if the odds were right. So it’s probably no surprise to her that I lost her armor on a bet.What I would explain to the blacksmith, after she was done yelling at me, was that my plan was foolproof.I had in my coin purse a total of three hundred and twenty septims. My strategy was to wager ten pieces at a time. If I lost, my next bet would be ten pieces, to cover the last wager. If I lost again, I would wager twenty, and once again attempt to break even. If I lost a fourth time, I would wager forty, and so on.So unless I lost six straight times, I’d always break even in the end. Well, ten straight losses later, I not only have no gold, but no armor and bed to sleep on. I must have slept with Zenithar’s mother or something, not sure why he hates me so.Anyways, I sold the armor to some High Elf collector at the Bee and Barb. I should probably just kill her. I would kill the bandits running the pits, but then where would I get my fix. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arch Necromancer’s Final Instructions | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubIn my dream, I am surrounded by my four apprentices, but they are no longer mortal, but spirits, their souls taking the form of greater gems.To bring them to darkness, one must place them on the Altar of the Revenant, and turn greater to black. Only then will you be free. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arch Necromancer’s First Clue | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubA mage travels Skyrim, snuffing out the souls of its people along the way. In each place they collect a torch, to represent the light of the dead.Their journey starts by traveling west, to Morthal. From there, they cross the plains south, to Falkreath, and make use of the alchemist’s table.Next they travel northeast, past the river, and stopped at the Nightgate Inn, where they cooked themselves a meal before snuffing the light there.Finally, they head north to Fort Dunstad, where their journey ends.Only when they had gathered the light of four souls did they receive the blessing from the King of Worms.Trace their path and let the way forward fall. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arch Necromancer’s Second Clue | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubA man dreams his empty coffers are full of gems.A necromancer dreams a similar dream, but his coffers are a different kind, and hold different gems and treasures inside.But to see this dream and retrieve these gems, you must first pray to a Prince for a door. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arena Fan’s Note | Book added by Alternative Armor – Dwarven Mail from the Creation Club. This letter is a reference to the Adoring Fan from Oblivion.As a fan of the Imperial Arena and student of history, I was very intrigued when I discovered volume eight of the short story collection, The Crimson Dirks, at the local library in Cheydinhal. While the author considered it a work of fiction, I’ve combed over the information in the story and much to my delight, found much of it may be true!For instance, there was indeed an Orc who fought in Dwarven mail after the Great War, who rose to the rank of Bloodletter before mysteriously disappearing! The same is true for the blacksmith, who abandoned her shop in Cyrodil under equally unknown circumstances!While I have nothing on the Redguard, the name itself may be an alias. But the last sentence is most intriguing, as it implies our orc Bloodletter went north to Skyrim, and began fighting in the underground pits! In fact, I’ve heard there’s an Orc living in Bthalft Ruins who matches that description right now!I’ve requested the Orc meet with me in private, so I can ask him if he is indeed the one in the story. I am so excited! I know the book paints him as a bit unruly toward fans, but authors tend to exaggerate certain features. Besides, even if it were true, I’d be willing to bet time has softened his stance. He’ll be more than pleased to meet a true fan of the Arena! I can’t wait! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Argonian Ceremony | Drifa,I was wondering if you could speak to Maramal about perhaps presiding over a marriage ceremony for myself and Keerava. She’s the love of my life and I wish to be with her forever, but only if we can be wed in traditional Argonian fashion. Traditional Argonian bonding ceremonies are somewhat long and complex, involving unique rituals spoken in our native language. I’d be more than happy to provide a book describing what I’m looking for as long as Maramal doesn’t mind.Talen-Jei |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arondil’s Journal | Arondil’s Journal, Part 1Day 1
It seems the cretins of Dawnstar are not quite a foolish as I had surmised. They found my experimentations, and needless to say, were not pleased with what they saw. No matter. My work can only flourish without the distractions of living amongst the unenlightened.I have found a cave off the north coast of Skyrim that will be more than sufficient for my continued studies. The ruins of Yngvild should hold the materials I need to learn more about reanimating and enslaving the dead.On a personal note, I WILL miss the young maidens of Dawnstar. Such beauty was intoxication. I often found my thoughts wandering around them, imagining secret encounters between myself and one or two of the local girls…Arondil’s Journal, Part 2Day 8I have established a temporary work station in the cold caves, and have found multiple burial chambers within the snow and ice. While in the first chamber, I exhumed a few ‘test subjects,’ all female. I was stunned to find my mind wandering again to the women of Dawnstar as I examine my find. At first, I was slightly disturbed by my thoughts, but later I found myself reevaluating…Day 9The first trials went splendidly. Each subject was reanimated in a state of total complacency, bending to my every task and whim. I have ordered a few of my new servants to guard the island, while the rest will act as my personal entourage, standing by me at all times. Standing watch over me while I sleep…Arondil’s Journal, Part 3Day 21An intriguing development. Tonight, my guards have brought me a trespasser they found near the cave. At first I was understandably upset. Not only was I disturbed during one of my few moments alone with my favorite servant, but I recognized the trespasser as a milk maid from Dawnstar. She remembered me, as well, and made bold claims that I had been lurking near her at all hours. What lies! True, I had taken notice of her on occasion, but she was nowhere near the most noticeable of maidens in town. Her continued accusations, coupled with my fear of more uninvited guests, led me to conclude that she could never return to Dawnstar. My servants were quick to carry out my sentencing.Her body is here next to me, as I write this. Funny. Her eyes are still so full of life. Perhaps I will try a new experiment tonight, using fresher materials.Arondil’s Journal, Part 4Day 28The new experiment has proven a success! The milk maid (who’s name still escapes me) was revived as the others, bowing to my commands, with only one interesting development. She has reformed incorporeally, more phantasm than reanimated dead. As her glowing visage stood before me, I found my hand reaching out to touch her. As my fingers passed through her, I felt a sensation unlike any other, as if her essence were invigorating my very soul, connecting with me on a level no woman of flesh and blood could do. This discovery is life changing!Day 35I have ordered my older servants to go out and find any more subjects that may have become lost. With the discovery of the inner sanctum deeper still within Yngvild, I should have sufficient room to store many new materials until I can transform them into willing slaves. I look back on my daydreams whilst living in Dawnstar and wonder if they were in fact portents of times to come… |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Arvel’s Journal | My fingers are trembling. The Golden Claw is finally in my hands, and with it, the power of the ancient Nordic heroes. That fool Lucan Valerius had no idea that his favorite store decoration was actually the key to Bleak Falls Barrow.Now I just need to get to the Hall of Stories and unlock the door. The legend says there is a test that the Nords put in place to keep the unworthy away, but that “When you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands.” |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Assassin’s Journal | This book was included in Bow of Shadows from the Creation ClubThe bow has long been a player in the game. It’s toppled many a piece, from Jarls to kings. It does so without sight or sound, save for a rattling crown on a blood-stained floor.And yet, it’s been far too long since it’s had a chance to tilt the board. Raerlas Ghile failed to topple a piece. Dram took the flesh, but not the soul, and the game went on without incident.Now the pieces sit idly by, refusing to move in their comfort. Even now, as I take aim at this target, I hear their indolent yawns through the draw of my bowstring.Yet the board cannot remain level forever. With the bow in my hand, it will tilt once more.However, the timing must be right. The toppling of a piece rings hollow in a thunderstorm.I must wait for a quiet moment, one that’s intimate, when the Jarl is not engaged in talks of war and dragons. If the battle for Skyrim comes to Whiterun, I will be forced to redraw.But there will come a time when he sits idly by in his grand hall, unbothered by the world.In that moment, when the Jarl has a chance to finally breathe, I will sneak my way to the upper floors and make sure that breath is his last. And when I take my leave cloaked in her shadow, all anyone will hear is a rattle |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Assembly Line Constructs | This book was included in Nchuanthumz: Dwarven Home from the Creation ClubAccording to my research, Duramac’s constructs were meant to clean and organize the living space. Klorgic was creative but messy, his thoughts a scramble that only Duramac understood.While the centurion and sphere assembly lines are damaged beyond repair, the spider construct can thankfully do the same work, albeit at a bit slower pace. The assembly line can be powered by placing a dynamo in the actuator, which should provide the energy required to build the construct.Once the construct is built, I’ll need to activate the levers in the house to have it renovate various sections of the home. By my calculations, each section should take no longer than a day to finish. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Azarain’s Journal | Book added by Vigil Enforcer Armor Set from the Creation ClubThe investigation has moved slowly, but that was to be expected. The townsfolk have their own problems, and few pay any mind to the fate of Stendarr’s chosen. I will write what I’ve pieced together so far, in hopes it provides some clarity.From what I’ve gathered, Fenrik came to Dawnstar to investigate rumors of Daedra worship. There was some thought that this cult was the source of the town’s recurring nightmares, although it’s unclear how much of that is true. Then one night, Fenrik disappeared, without a word to the innkeeper or anyone in town. It was then that other patrols started to go missing, also without a trace.Of leads I have one. The other day the innkeeper found something curious behind the inn, in the midst of emptying the trash. It was an Elven dagger, its blade warm with blood and upon further examination, tipped with poison.The craft of the blade can mean many things. Perhaps this Daedric cult is Elven in origin. Moreover, Elven weapons are fashioned from Quicksilver, and there is a mine in close proximity. The poison too could have originated from a nearby source. It’s also likely that our murderer moves at night, when the eyes of the town are blind to their heathen worship.As such, I suspect three individuals as possible owners of the blade. Vereth the Elf, who complains of the cold and yet seems resolute in staying. Harald the miner, who works the ore from which the murder weapon was fashioned. Lastly, Irine the traveler, who seems to know more about alchemy than the proprietors of the Pestle.All three seem to be active in the small hours, but I can only follow one at a time. Still, doing so will prove useful, as they will either lead me to their place of worship or eliminate themselves as suspects.But first, I must meet the writer of this note. Perhaps they know more about the dagger, or have information that can narrow down my search. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bandit Leader’s Journal | 5th of First Seed, 4E 201Idiots! Brodir and Herd were at each others’ throats again today, and nearly came to blows. The whole camp is on edge. I’ve ordered an extra ration of mead, but unless this fighting stops, we’ll tear outselves apart.11th of First Seed, 4E 201Rumor is that Herd’s gathering followers for a mutiny. Brodir’s not stupid; he’s probably doing the same, just for insurance. I’d kill them both myself, but the camp’s split right down the middle. If I tried, there’d be a knife in my back within a week.I can’t take this anymore. I’ve begun skimming a little gold from the take, bringing it down here when I can. If I can scrape enough together, I’ll make a run for it, head downriver to Dragon Bridge.28th of First Seed, 4E 201Brodir’s getting suspicious– I caught him poking around in the cove this afternoon. I don’t think he found my stash, but it’s not safe here. I took the boat out tonight and stowed it on the island to the south, by the old tree stump.Had a good haul this week. Another caravan or two and I can finally get out of here, and not a moment too soon. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bandit’s Journal | Damn those Giants. Just one Mammoth would feed us for a month, but they herd them around like prized cattle, never taking an eye off them. We’ve hunted this area dry. Unless we get a kill soon, we’ll have to find somewhere else to camp. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Battle of Champions | Book added by Civil War Champions from the Creation ClubThere is talk in the taverns about a battle in Whiterun between two champions, one Stormcloak, one Imperial. Yet while the stage has been set, the actors have not.Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced has made it clear that the Stormcloak champion must prove their mettle by bringing him the pelts of five snow bears. While the task seems daunting, rumor has it that a warrior named Klija Wolf-Claw of Bruma has already slain the beasts, and has made her way to Kynesgrove.For their side, Legate Adventus Caesennius has made no mention of any ritual in selecting their champion. It makes you wonder if any willing soldier would do. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bjormund’s Diary | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Dragon Plate from the Creation ClubI remember the first time M’Sharra showed me the tunnel, the one we had been burrowing for months. At first, I didn’t understand it. We were already making good coin sacking the carriages. What was the point of digging holes underground like vermin? It didn’t help that the tunnel smelled like a troll’s armpit.We reached the warehouse, and walked by crates stacked upon crates like mountains of wood. M’Sharra led me to the back, where a dozen Legionnaires were unloading cargo too big for any box. And Shor’s Breath, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it! It was a skull the size of a carriage, with fangs that touched the floor!For someone who winces at the sight of cliff racers, the idea of this monstrosity soaring through the sky made my heart tremble. And yet, for the first time, I felt alive.For what better way to live than to fight a dragon! What better way to die! Now that would be a story even Tsun would lend an ear to!“You think the bones are special, you should see what this one found yesterday,” M’Sharra said to me. Her grin was as wide as the Halls of Jorrvaskr as she beckoned me further into the warehouse. Inside a crate, set apart from the others, was a cuirass of Dragonbone Mail! M’Sharra bade me to put it on, and I couldn’t help but notice it was a perfect fit.In that moment, I thought of my Da. People called him a pirate, a murderer and a thief. But he told me the Wind-Striders descended from the Dragonguard, ancient warriors who fashioned armor from the bones of the dragons they slew.Still, my pride as a Nord wouldn’t allow it. How could I face Tsun wearing the armor of another’s triumph? I could have the Orc forge gauntlets and boots from the skull, but the cuirass – that which held one’s heart, must be earned in battle.My mind drifted then to stories I heard as a youngling, of my great ancestor who strode through fire like it was the wind, wearing an ancient cuirass made of dragonbone. It was then that I knew my destiny. In his honor I would claim it, and fight until the day I reached Sovngarde.It’s that same spirit that resides in me now. The others may be fine living in hiding, but a Nord is at war so long as he holds breath. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bloodstained Letter | Check outHrodulf’s Journalfor an explanation.bjorndo not come to this placei have not much self leftthe earth will take us both– h |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Blue God’s Journal | Book added by Goblins from the Creation ClubDay 1The tribe demanded I prove myself as a hunter. They want me to trap some game and return to the Stronghold, probably for a celebratory feast. It shouldn’t be too hard. I already set up a snare by the water. Now I can just sit back and let the food come to me.Day 2My snare trap doesn’t seem to be working. I tied it to a stick just like they said. Clearly Lob gave me a flimsy rope. Either that or the sticks out here are no good. I don’t know how they expect me to hunt with such broken tools.Day 3It’s only been a few days, but I already feel like giving up. I’m hungry and I’ve gone through all the bread Atub gave me. By Malacath, they really expect me to die out here.Day 5The rabbits here are too nimble to chase down. I thought I could just grab one if I put some bait in my pockets, but problem is, I don’t have any bait. I shouldn’t have eaten all the carrots in my sack but I was starving.Day 6Malacath’s blessings, I’m alive! I found a cave south of my camp full of strange blue mushrooms, which I immediately ate. I remember Atub saying something about some mushrooms being poisonous, but I didn’t get sick so what does she know. Anyways, I ended up filling my sack with them. If I come back with a full stomach maybe I can convince the others we don’t need to hunt.Day 7I came back to Largashbur with my sack full of mushrooms and one by one they spit them out and mocked my hunting skills.If that wasn’t humiliating enough, Chief Yamarz took a hammer and crushed the sack, then dumped the contents on my head. None of my tribe mates bothered to defend me, they just stood there and laughed.Now Yamarz says I have to go back out there and catch something with some legs. It’s not fair. When’s the last time he caught anything?Day 8I’m so hungry. Hunting is impossible. Maybe I’ll just die. That’ll teach them to leave me out here alone.Day 9By Malacath, what just happened? I went back to the cave to pick some more mushrooms, when something must’ve tripped me because I fell into a pit.I yelled out for help, but instead of getting rescued, I was quickly surrounded by a horde of green monsters, hissing and gnashing their teeth. I figured that was it. They were going to eat me.But before I could scream, one of them dropped to his knees and started bowing! The others followed.Could they be goblins? You never see them this far north. In any case, they seem to be treating me like an honored guest.Day 11Blessings of Malacath, it turns out they think I’m a god! They don’t seem to treat other Orcs the same, so it must be the blue stains on my face. I need to thank Yamarz for dumping that sack on my head. I think I’ll do that, right before I have my goblins claw open his face.Day 15My army grows by the day. Soon we’ll have enough numbers to overrun the Stronghold. For now I have them collecting blue mushrooms from Cyrodiil so I can maintain the ruse, although some of them might be starting to suspect.The other day I think one of them saw me use a stick to spread blue paint on my back. I’ll need to keep a close eye on him.Day 18I figured out who it was that saw me, it’s that nasty little runt with the funny-looking spear. It seems he’s the hunter of the group. He reminds me of every Orc back at Largashbur who laughed in my face.I tried to grab the spear from him but he must’ve done something to it because it was too heavy to lift. I don’t know if it’s Hircine or Malacath that’s protecting him, but he needs to learn that goblins only have one god. The Blue God. Me.Day 21The tunnel the goblins were using to come here from Cyrodiil’s collapsed. No matter. My army is nearly big enough to take the Stronghold, and once that’s done I can sell Yamarz’s things for a whole wagon full of paint. Before I do that though, I need to make an example of the non-believer.Once he’s dealt with, it’ll show all the other goblins what happens when you question your god. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty Hunter’s Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Daedric Plate from the Creation ClubI first met the Breton at Dead Man’s Drink. Said it was poetic, given what was inside his bottle of wine.I ain’t much for poetry myself. I wanted to know what it paid. And pay it did. I would’ve been okay with just gold. But he insisted I take his armor too.Not sure why he’d want to give up something so valuable, but he said it would help sell the story. A dead man has no need for protection. I could’ve reminded him that he wasn’t really dying, but you know what they say about a fool and his gold. So we shook hands and he downed the drink.The next morning, I rode into town with him as my bounty. And sure enough, they buried him in the cemetery, just like he said they would.Back at the inn, I asked him if he needed me to dig him up. He said I didn’t have to. Someone else would. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Brutius’s Journal | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubThe method is simple. Let them think they’re about to make a bit of easy coin from an old man. “Look at him, he can barely hold his fishing rod,” they think. I see it in their eyes. Then, once we’ve brought them deep enough into the woods, we show them who is weak. We always do.I split our take with the others once the deed is done. Fair’s fair after all.Oh, how I wish I hadn’t lost my ring. I felt true power coursing through me in those days. It came off when I had to defend myself against a hammer blow. It splashed into the stream near where we hold our “contests”. Maybe I could pluck it back out of the stream one day. Maybe. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Butcher Journals | Butcher Journal #1The plans are coming together swimmingly. I’ve found good sources of bone, flesh, and blood, but thus far a good sampling of sinew and marrow have escaped me. No matter. The city is swollen with contemptuous fools who will be missed by nobody.Last night was almost able to corner Susanna as she left Candlehearth. Idiot guard showed up at just the wrong moment and I had to turn about, just out for a stroll, and so forth. There will be other chances, but the time is drawing near.I think back to my time in Winterhold. All the wasted minds up in their towers. They only explore the magic they already know. I am discovering new magic here. Something deeper than the cantripped shenanigans of fire and light. This flesh magic is older than us. Perhaps older than the world itself. I am tugging at the corners of the fabric of the universe, and where it bunches and folds is where I shall create my greatest triumph.One more attempt at the Candlehearth girl. She’s proving to be a bit too cautious, but those strong joints of hers should contain the most exquisite tendons. Worth the effort. Tonight.Butcher Journal #217 tendons and assorted ligaments173 fragments of bone for assemblageapprox. 4 bucket-fulls of blood (Nord preferred)6 spoons of marrow (no more than 2 from a thigh)12 yards of flesh (before cutting)star-scrying to the edge of the ice-mindlook to the lights where the souls dancerevealing the time when a spark will revivewhen the rotted unites under most skillful hands(translation from Aldmer text, as interpreted by the Ayleids and first transcribed by Altmer. provenance and authority unknown)soon |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cage Bandit’s Note | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubBoss found a buyer for that sword we looted going through the crates downstairs. Says we’re to deliver it to Broken Fang Cave come morning.Truth is the thing creeps me out, I’m glad to be rid of it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Captain’s Journal | Book added by Dead Man’s Dread from the Creation Club28th of Last Seed, 3E 39We set sail on Dead Man’s Dread in the summer, to take advantage of the calmer winds. Yet Kynareth saw fit to throw us off course, and now we find ourselves stranded in a fog, with no sun or stars to guide us. The crew is blaming the young navigator, K’avir, for steering us into it. In truth, I only brought him on board because the old Captain took ill, and we were desperately short on men.4th of Hearthfire, 3E 39One of the crew, Asif, says he was once a Priest of Arkay, and used to perform the rites. He believes the former Captain was murdered. I’ll keep this between him and I until I know more.22nd of Hearthfire, 3E 39I’ve kept the date by marking the back of this journal. But there are times I forget, and in truth I don’t know whether it’s the 22nd of Hearthfire or the 1st of the New Year.But the cold is enough to tell us that winter is on its way. We’ll need to find land soon, as the men are getting nervous. There’s been three fights over rations in the past week. Worse yet, I’m starting to lose my head. There are times I look west and see the golden sands of Stros M’Kai on the curve of the horizon. I have to force myself to look away, knowing there’s nothing there.2nd of Frostfall, 3E 39We finally managed to find land in this barren frost. The men are joyous. Based on the markings inside the grotto, it looks like we’ve reached Blackbone Isle, an old pirate den of all things. Many of us were corsairs before we pledged ourselves to the Crown, so perhaps coming here was more than luck. Either way, we can’t be far from the mainland now. We’ll head south for Skyrim in the morning.3rd of Frostfall, 3E 39We are a crew of dead men, and this ship is our tomb.The entrance collapsed in the middle of the night, sealing us inside. Still, we might’ve found a way back to shore, had the Forebear among us, K’avir, not sabotaged the skiffs. It’s my crime as much as his, for I’m the one who brought him aboard.For his part, the Forebear made no attempt to resist or escape. In fact, he readily admitted to the deed, as well of the death of our former Captain. He wanted us to know exactly who it was that he served, so that every Crown would know that nowhere in Tamriel was safe.We put him in the brig and left him to rot. Some of the men wanted a more creative punishment, but the reality is there’s no worse fate than the one he doomed us to.5th of Frostfall, 3E 39The situation is dire. The food stocks are depleted, and half the men are crippled with fever. The crew have no delusions about what comes next. But we can still die with purpose.Before the old Captain died, he told me that the sabre on his wall belonged to Cyrus himself, and that it was worth more than a thousand ships full of plunder.I never asked how he knew Cyrus, or how he came upon his sword. But I know protecting the hero’s legacy was important to him, and now that honor falls to us.I gave each man a choice. Some opted for the drink, others chose a more dramatic exit. As we depart, we will pray to Arkay to bind our souls to the ship, just as Prince A’Tor was bound to a gem so many years ago.We will protect the relics of Cyrus, and honor the Crown. We will do in death what we could not do in life. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Caravan Captain’s Note | Book added by Sunder & Wraithguard from the Creation ClubWe met with Sadras and picked up the cargo. At least their captain seemed in better spirits, but the others looked exhausted. To make matters worse, the air was flush with news about the caravans who didn’t make it, sieged by Dwarven automatons on the road to Whiterun.My worry is such fears will find their way into the minds of my men. Especially when the details of their stories seem to corroborate, it only serves to throw more kindling on the flame.Hopefully the other captains have a plan. We’ve had a few deserters already, and we’ll need every available body if these attacks continue. It’ll be difficult to convince the men to leave the safety of the tavern for the terrors of the unknown.Even without this Dwarven nonsense, the road ahead will only get more perilous given the copious bandits, wolves, and other dangers on the road. Captain Inodes has asked us to take a detour with the Dres caravan to Falkreath. Staying off the main road might provide us some cover. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Carriage Driver’s Note | Book added by Sunder & Wraithguard from the Creation ClubIt happened sometime after we crossed deeper into the mountains, but I swear I could hear singing. Tuneless, very quiet, but singing nonetheless. No one else believes me, but I’d bet my bottom drake that it had something to do with the Dwarven machines attacking us last night. I’ve never heard of these things leaving their ruins, let alone roaming the countryside going after travelers. It’s almost as if they were drawn to the music.Tonight we’re handing the cargo off to the Sadras caravan, and I say good riddance. But the captain says we’re going to eventually circle back to Whiterun, which means we could see the cargo again.If that happens, I’m getting off this caravan. I don’t care about the gold. I haven’t slept for days and I feel like I’m losing my mind.Even now, I can hear that awful singing in my head. I just want it to stop. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Casival’s Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Dwarven Plate from the Creation ClubOver the course of his life, a man wears many faces, and goes by many names. Son, father, fugitive, bandit. I never thought I would include “Argonian writer” among those titles, but so it goes.When Peladius taught me how to write, I didn’t think I’d take to it the way I have. Maybe if the gods had given me a pen instead of a sword, I would’ve spent my life writing books instead of sacking caravans. Well, too late to whine about it now.As for the name, it came from a conversation I had with Pale-Eyes one night at The Grey Mare in Chorrol. I asked him why Argonian names were so literal, and his reply was, “Why aren’t yours?”I laughed, realizing I was bested. So I asked him to give me an Argonian name, one that suited someone of my ilk.And so from then on, I was Gathers-the-Coin.The funny thing about an Argonian name is, I wasn’t sure if it was meant to define the person I was or the one I aspired to be. I suppose the point is moot now. I’ll probably die in this tower without a septim to my name. But at least if I keep writing, people will know our story, and know that we once lived. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Celeste’s Note | Book added by Dead Man’s Dread from the Creation ClubThe crew always asks me, how can we be pirates if we ain’t got no ship?And I tell them, we’re Blackwater Brigands, we don’t need no stinking ship. We can rob folks on land.And they ask me, but don’t that make us bandits?And I tell them, good point. Maybe we should find us a ship.I heard there’s a grand old sea cow over at Blackbone Isle. Might even have more loot than the Golden Galleon, the one the old Imperial used to tell stories about when I first joined up.From what I hear, the isle ain’t too far from here. We could probably steal a boat from the wrecks up north. The problem is, no one’s been to the isle in ages, and we ain’t got a map.So the crew asks me, how we gonna find Blackbone Isle if we don’t know where it is?And I tell them, shut up, I’m working on it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cicero’s Journal | Cicero’s Journal, The Final Volume30th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 200I have written the letters. So polite. So official! To Astrid, in Skyrim. Her Sanctuary still stands. Still operates. But how? No Listener means no Black Sacrament, no Black Sacrament means no contracts. Her family can abandon the Old Ways, and still survive, still kill, but is that family still Brotherhood? Or something else? Something new. Something different. Something wrong?Something wrong.Still, we must go! Tomorrow, we set sail. Float on a boat through the moat called the sea her and me!22nd of Evening Star, 4E 200Sick sick sick of the rocking tossing rolling throwing upon the gray gray waves!I’ve been reading of Skyrim, of the good days, the old days, of the Old Ways. There was another Sanctuary once. A Dawnstar Sanctuary. Good, ancient and strong. Blessed by Sithis. Cicero will go there! No need of Astrid!The Mother and I will settle, and she will speak to me, finally, and we will build the Old Ways anew, together.23rd of Evening Star, 4E 200The passphrase is mine! I have found it, in a letter ancient as the Sanctuary itself.The Black Door will ask – “What is life’s greatest illusion?”I am to answer – “Innocence, my brother.”Finally, a space, a place, to call my own! A joker’s retreat for the Fool of Hearts!!!!4th of First Seed, 4E 201The Sanctuary is home! As I had dared hope! Cool and dark and lovely. My Sanctuary, Sanctuary from all.I know its every corner, every hall, every shadowed nook and alcove. My Sanctuary. The guardians know me, recognize me as Keeper. They leave poor Cicero alone. The big ugly beast – a different story. He’d eat me if he could, but to bind me, grind me, he’d need to find me. And Cicero will make sure that does not happen. For I have Sanctuary!Sanctuary from all.13th of First Seed, 4E 201The Sanctuary is safety, and salvation. But silent, so silent. I give my love to the Unholy Matron. I give my laughter freely. But I do not hear her. The silence has returned. Now that I am laughter, and no longer hear laughter, I once again hear the silence. The silence of the Void. It reaches across time and space. Its silence is deafening, once more.1st of Rain’s Hand, 4E 201Mother and Keeper must go. I am not the Listener, and never will be. But I am the Keeper. I must serve my Mother’s will above my own. I must find her Listener. I must teach Astrid the error of her ways, the beauty and necessity of the Old Ways.I have sent the letter to Astrid. We leave soon. But Cicero will keep this Sanctuary as his Sanctuary!A place to rest and ply my trade, for I once more take up the blade, and send some lucky souls to Him, when laughter strikes, as fits my whim!Cicero’s Journal: Volume 118th of Evening Star, 4E 186As I begin this new phase of my life, I have decided to finally keep a journal. So much has happened to me thus far, both within the Brotherhood and without – when I think there is no record of what has transpired, it almost seems an affront to Sithis himself. So I am determined to make amends. Yes, the Dark Brotherhood has its own scribes and chroniclers, but it is their solemn task to record those events deemed important to the organization as a whole. Let this volume serve as the personal record of one man, a lowly assassin who has pledged his blade and his life for the Dark Brotherhood.23rd of Evening Star, 4E 186I have arrived safely in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and have been greeted warmly by Rasha and the others. Indeed, the level of support and acceptance shown by my new family is rather overwhelming. For this Sanctuary knows suffering, knows sorrow, for the ghosts of Purification still haunt its halls. So, who better to understand the plight of a brother who has lost home and heart? Who better to comfort one whose Sanctuary is no more? The Bruma Sanctuary may be gone, but my dearest brothers and sisters will live forever in my dreams, just as their souls live forever by the Dread Father’s side.1st of Rain’s Hand, 4E 187Completed the baroness contract. She died well. Her handmaiden, less so.12th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 187Cheydinhal suits me. With the destruction or abandonment of the other Sanctuaries, our contracts are plentiful, as are our bonuses. Still, we seem to be losing our footholds throughout Tamriel at an alarming rate. There are rumors that the Black Hand is split on our continued direction. Some favor expansion, the others consolidation. My personal feeling is that the Dark Brotherhood needs to, at the very least, maintain the illusion of being everywhere at once. It has become exceedingly difficult to fulfill (or even establish) contracts in provinces where we no longer have a physical presence, like Hammerfell. The more we ignore Tamriel, the more people lose faith in the Dark Brotherhood – our power, our services, our dedication to the Void.27th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 187The Listener, Alisanne Dupre, has been visiting with us for several days, down from her private residence in Bravil. She and Rasha had been discussing the possibility of re-opening the Shadowscale training facility of Archon, in Black Marsh, but ultimately decided we lacked the resources to follow through with the plan.27th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 187Completed the Arena contract. I ultimately decided to pose as a starstruck fan, and immediately got into the Grand Champion’s good graces. While escorting the arrogant fool through the Great Forest, I slashed his throat and left the corpse for the bears.Cicero’s Journal: Volume 27th of Sun’s Height, 4E 188Wayrest is lost. The city fell to corsairs, and it’s just a matter of time before the Sanctuary is breached. May the Night Mother watch over her children in their hour of need.5th of Last Seed, 4E 188We received word today – the Wayrest Sanctuary was raided and destroyed by the corsairs. There were no survivors.There are now only three active Dark Brotherhood strongholds remaining: The Cheydinhal Sanctuary, here in the Imperial Province; a remote Sanctuary located in a forest in Skyrim; and the Corinthe Sanctuary of Elsweyr.The Black Hand has ordered the Corinthe Sanctuary closed, and its members integrated into our own ranks here, in Cheydinhal. I will embrace those new family members as warmly as I was, when I first made my home here.27th of Hearthfire, 4E 188The situation in Bravil grows more dire. The city has erupted in violence, due to a war of control being waged by Cyrodiil’s two largest skooma traffickers. The Listener, Alisanne Dupre, has been forced to employ sellswords to protect her own residence.1st of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 188Things in Bravil have come to a head. The statue of the Lucky Old Lady has been destroyed, and Alisanne Dupre has left her residence to guard the crypt of the Night Mother, hidden below the remains of the statue. If the crypt is discovered, Alisanne Dupre will, of course, protect the remains of the Unholy Matron until her dying breath.Rasha is sending Garnag and Andronica to aid in the crypt’s defense. I begged to accompany them, but Rasha wouldn’t have it. He says my place is here, defending this Sanctuary, and I must of course respect that decision.12th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 188Botched my contract and forfeited the bonus. The silk merchant was already cold, and I was halfway through the window, when her daughter stepped into the room. I had little choice at that point.21st of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 188So much has happened since my last entry. After Garnag and Andronica left for Bravil, we stopped receiving communications from the city. We feared the worst. This morning, those fears were confirmed, when Garnag returned alone, transporting a most precious cargo – the great stone coffin of the Night Mother herself.The story Garnag told could curl the blood of even the most hardened of Sithis’ servants. The crypt of the Night Mother, raided. Dearest sister Andronica, cut to pieces. And the Listener herself, the most honored Alisanne Dupre, burned alive in a storm of mage fire.Garnag, though gravely injured (he will most certainly lose his right eye), managed to fend off the attackers, and transport the Night Mother’s coffin safely out of the city. He has been on the road, making his way back here, since that tragic night.Cicero’s Journal: Volume 323rd of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 188Now that things have settled down, the reality of our situation has finally come to bear – we are a Dark Brotherhood without a Listener. With no Listener, the Black Sacrament will go unheard. Surely the Night Mother will speak to someone soon, thus choosing a new Listener to take Alisanne Dupre’s place. Until that happens, though, we must take to the streets. We must hear the pleas of the desperate and vengeful. The people of Tamriel must not know, must never know, that their prayers to the Night Mother are going unheeded.24th of Morning Star, 4E 189It is a new year, and two months since the Night Mother first arrived here at the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and still the Unholy Matron has not seen fit to speak to any one of us.And so, Rasha has decided to revive an ancient Dark Brotherhood tradition – the appointing of a Keeper, a guardian whose sole duty is the safeguarding of the Night Mother’s remains. The remaining members of the Black Hand will make their decision tomorrow.25th of Morning Star, 4E 189I have been chosen. By some incomprehensible twist of fate, the Black Hand has named me the Night Mother’s Keeper. In all honesty, I am both incredibly honored and deeply saddened. This means the end of my contracts. I’ll be lucky to lift a blade again. Thankfully, Rasha has promised me one final contract before I accept my new duties.30th of Morning Star, 4E 189The jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed. Until he didn’t.3rd of First Seed, 4E 189I have settled well into my new role as Keeper. It is my duty to not only keep the Night Mother’s shrine clean, and the candles lit, but to tend to the body as well.The Night Mother’s crypt was a consecrated place – shroud-kissed, absent of sunlight, and safe from the world above. Removed from there, the remains are subject to the filth and corruption of the living. The body is perfectly preserved, so the concern is not physical, but rather spiritual – the remains must be sanctified regularly, so that they may continue to serve as a conduit for the Night Mother’s soul. Our Matron’s eternal spirit may travel the Void freely, but it is through her own earthly remains that she communicates with the Listener.And so, I wash the corpse weekly with the requisite oils, recite the ancient incantations, and personally see to the extermination of any insects or rodents. If the Night Mother does not speak, it will be because she chooses not to – not because she is unable. This is my responsibility. This is my vow.12th of Mid Year, 4E 189Months and months and months and no Listener. Why won’t the Night Mother speak to me? I am worthy as Keeper, but not as Listener? I protect our Lady, keep her sanctified, but still she will not grace me with her voice?4th of Sun’s Height, 4E 189So long since I worked my blade. So long since I saved a soul. But I am now Keeper. No longer a taker.I think back fondly on my hours with the jester. His laughter, his screams, his pitiful cries. And then, as the end drew near, his laughter once more. Merry in death as well as life. I was honored to know him.Cicero’s Journal: Volume 41st of Hearthfire, 4E 189Cheydinhal has erupted into violence and chaos, like so many other cities before it. The Sanctuary has remained unbreached, but for how long?Our numbers are few, and with no Speaker, the contracts have dwindled almost to nothingness. Rasha’s hold on the Sanctuary is slipping.26th of Frostfall, 4E 189Silence! Deafening silence! In my head in my head in my head. It is the silence of death, the silence of the Void. Seeping into me, through the Mother. The silence is hatred. The silence is rage. The silence is love.4th of Evening Star, 4E 189Today, Rasha declared himself Listener, claiming the Night Mother spoke to him at last. But when questioned, he could not name the Binding Words. Liar! Deceiver! His charade must not stand.5th of Evening Star, 4E 189Rasha is dead.As commanded by the silence, so did I obey. I did not wield the knife, oh no, but dipped the honey softly sweet, into Garnag’s eager ear. He is a good brother. A loyal brother. To both Cicero and our Matron. He did the deed, gladly.10th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 190Only three of us left. Cicero, Garnag, Pontius.15th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 190The Night Mother remains silent. I remain unworthy. The Sanctuary remains doomed.3rd of First Seed, 4E 190I can hear it. Deeper, and deeper. Louder and louder, punctuating the silence like thunder on a calm evening. Laughter.4th of First Seed, 4E 190Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing! It is the jester! A voice from the Void, to cheer poor Cicero! I accept your gift, dearest Night Mother. Thank you for my laughter. Thank you for my friend.16th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 191Pontius is dead. A Dark Brotherhood assassin was killed by a common bandit while walking the streets of Cheydinhal. How can something so sad be so funny?17th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 191I love the laughter, dearest Night Mother, but still I long to hear your voice. It’s not too late! Speak to me, my mother! Speak to me, that I may set things right! I can save the Sanctuary, I can save the Brotherhood!You can have the laughter! Take it back! An exchange, then? The laughter for your voice?2nd of Second Seed, 4E 191It’s not safe to leave the Sanctuary. We’ll stay here. All is well.29th of Last Seed, 4E 191Garnag is gone. Gone gone gone gone gone. Left to get food, but he’ll be back. It’s only been three months. Three months. Tree months? Twelve moths? Four sloths!21st of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 192Cicero is dead! Cicero is born!The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me.The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts – laughter incarnate!28th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 200Found the old journal, decided to write, a treatise on silence, sound, darkness and light!How long has it been since the Night Mother first came here? How long since I was made Keeper? How long since I became the fool? Since I’ve been alone? Since Cheydinhal fell? Since they started pounding on the door, like so many hammered heartbeats?It’s dark in here, and quiet. Poor Cicero no longer hears the laughter, for he is the laughter. There is no Listener in Cheydinhal. No Listener in Cyrodiil. No Listener in me.We must leave here. Before the Sanctuary falls. Before the Night Mother burns. Before the Dark Brotherhood withers. Before the laughter dies.29th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 200I took a stroll, and spied a maid, but Matron’s duty stayed my blade. So busy now, I miss the thrill, if only I had time to kill. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cook’s Journal | Meat!Meat meat meat!That’s all they ever want!I made them some nice grilled leeks and they threw them in my face!I told them that if they’d bring me some fish or venison I’d cook it up, but all they ever do is waste their wages at the ring.But maybe there is a way I can get them some meat. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cuinanthil’s Journal | This book was included in Bittercup from the Creation ClubThe deal with the Silver-Bloods has been fully consummated. The location of the vault is rather ingenious, hiding in plain sight amongst degenerates and thieves.It tickles me to know they dream of wealth and fortune, never realizing only a single wall separates it from their soiled bedrolls.As for security, there are two measures. The door is locked securely by key, but that would only embolden their curiosity. That is why as far as the locals know, it belongs to a beggar named Eslaf.Now if any of these gutter rats had even a modicum of intelligence, they would realize that Eslaf Erol is the name of a fictional prince who made his fortune from nothing.I too have worked from the ground up to achieve my current status. I have taken that which was to be divided, and multiplied it tenfold.After all, my brother Ernanthil is fortunate to have his life, he should not protest if I take everything else. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cultist’s Note | This book was included in Goldbrand from the Creation ClubThese mouth-breathers don’t stand a chance. Once I reclaim Goldbrand and slay them, along with our lord’s champion, Boethiah will have no choice but to make me her new chosen one! I have seen it in my dreams, standing over the champion’s lifeless body, clutching a gleaming golden katana turned red with the blood of my foes.We must puzzle out that Imperial scholar’s notes and breach the tomb. Then I will have my victory. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Darkfall Cave Notes | All of these notes were found in Darkfall Cave, and are grouped here so the narrative makes sense.Darkfall Cave NoteSister, I know that you’ll come find me, but it will be too late. If you find this letter, get out of this forsaken cave as soon as possible. We were fools to think we could live so close to such creatures and live peacefully.I should’ve headed back to camp with you after we placed the torches down here. I thought these trolls would be different, that they would somehow understand that we didn’t want to hurt them.I am now cornered and it’s only a matter of time before one of the trolls decides to finish me off. I hope it is a quick death.Farewell, my dear sister.Darkfall Passage Note II made it farther than I thought, but I’m afraid I can’t go on. I choose not to.I am content to die here, in this quiet little room, alone with my thoughts. The creatures won’t follow me here. No more danger. The silence is welcoming.Darkfall Passage Note IIStrange why the cursed have set up so many traps near this stone barrier.Going to rest for a bit, not take any chances. They set up those traps for a reason and I’m not about to go rushing in to find out why.Just going to sit here, regain my strength and possibly try and use the traps to my advantage. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Daynas Valen’s Journal | 18th of Morning Star, 4E 201How long has it been since I first heard the Gauldur legend? Eighty years? A hundred? I can think of nothing else now. My goal is at hand.After years of searching, I finally traced the Ivory Claw to a collector in Bravil. His death was necessary. But I have it. At last, I have it.22nd of Morning Star, 4E 201Three days of nonstop riding. I reached Anvil ahead of my pursuers, and took passage on the Icerunner, bound for Solitude once more.29th of Morning Star, 4E 201The other passengers are becoming suspicious. Returning from dinner, I caught one brute rooting around in my quarters. He almost found the claw. Had the captain not intervened, I would have flayed him alive.I hoped to spend the voyage sequestered in my room, reviewing my notes and preparing spells, but I need to deflect some attention from myself. I’ll have to mingle, pretend to be just another petty mage. For now.2nd of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 201The brute claims to be an adventurer, off to seek his fortune in the ruins of Skyrim with his companions. Perhaps I can turn this to my advantage, use them as fodder for the traps and Draugr within the tombs. I can see the greed in his eyes. Yes, that should work.Three weeks to Solitude, the captain says. If I have to suffer these fools longer than that, I’ll swim.27th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 201With the brute and his companions in tow, I led our band across the marsh to Folgunthur, where we made camp for the night. Little has changed since my first expedition ten years ago. But this time, I have the claw. And I will have the amulet.I spent all night preparing a synopsis of my notes, in case some fragment of the tale or piece of ancient lore may be needed to bypass the wards within the tomb. Then I cast all my books and scrolls into the fire, and reduced my life’s work to ashes. At long last, today is the day of reckoning. If I cannot have the amulet, no one will. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Death of a Crimson Dirk | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Daedric Plate from the Creation ClubThe bounty for Edward, one of the Crimson Dirks, had been up for about a year. Pretty much every Jarl had a price on his head, but only one of them had to pay it.It was a big deal at the time, but to be honest I’d forgotten all about it. But then last Sundas this Khajiit starts barking at the gate about wanting to speak to the captain. He says he’s been after Edward since the Moons themselves were suckling babes.I told him to head over to the cemetery in Falkreath, he’ll find the bastard dead in the ground where the worms feed.I wasn’t sure if it was disbelief or disappointment on his face when I broke the news. I wonder if it has to do with the story in the book. If so, I can’t imagine how far he’s traveled to get here, but ever since I lost my small fingers I haven’t been one to count. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Diary of Faire Agarwen | This book originally appeared in Falmeri glyphs, but the letters decipher directly into English.Translated from Falmer TextBy Calcelmo of MarkarthForwardThe dates noted in this diary are translated literally. This verbiage matches no known modern measure of time, and is assumed to be a custom form of counting the days and months. Excavations of ancient Falmer slave quarters have turned up brass vessels, very similar to a deep bowl, with twenty markings crudely etched onto the inside. Falmer scholars theorize that this bowl would be placed under a drip of water coming from an overhanging rock and as the bowl filled, the water’s level would reach these markings, thus indicating a crude passage of time. Because of this diary, the vessel has been called a “kulniir,” a primitive Falmer timekeeping device.Third Marking, Tenth KulniirIt feels like years since we were forced into hiding. I dare not write where we stay for fear of endangering the good people of this house should this diary be discovered. We have been shown a kindness by this family once known to the Snow Prince. Even in death his great influence has ensured our safety. We were separated from many of our kin along the road when it became increasingly difficult to travel discreetly in our numbers. We were forced to go our separate ways and travel only at night. I have heard no news of where the others may have gone and fear I never shall. Our lives are forever changed.Seventh Marking, Tenth KulniirIn the night I find it difficult not to focus on times past. There are moments in my rest when I still hear the laughter of Young Ones at play in the valley. Other times I see the pale flicker of happy moments which were once so common in the land of the Snow Elves. I try not to dwell on these memories too long. Often our surroundings make it impossible to dwell on any happiness. We have been locked together in such close quarters for so long we grow tired of each other’s company. Even the strongest of us have faltered with nothing to do but think on what is lost. I wake each day to forlorn faces and am reminded of where we are and all we have left behind. We are all yearning for a day when we can emerge from hiding and walk freely in the light once more. But I fear we are losing all hope that such a day will ever come.Tenth Marking, Tenth KulniirI tire of the tears of women and children. My own have run dry. The men have begun to look upon us as if we are all weak yet we have survived the same trials as they. I cannot bring myself to think on the numbers we lost in battle. Yet I cannot force the images of my own losses from my mind. And now in a time when our people should be banding together it feels we are drifting apart. The Nords have truly won. Our once great pride and unity are shattered. If we lose hope now we will never survive. Today many, myself included, have tried to speak out in voices of reason. There can be no hope without talk of our future. We can make no difference if our spirits remain broken.Eighteenth Marking, Tenth KulniirWe know that we can never again be the Snow Elves and live freely in this world. We will forever be in hiding in one form or another. But there is no reason we cannot live life with the sun and the wind against our skin. There are those here who are friends to us and plan to help us once the threat has ended. We know now to survive we must be born anew. Outside, we will appear as though we belong here. Inside, we will carry our truth and our scars. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Discovering Ruunvald | Discovering Ruunvald, Vol. II have decided to document our expedition to find Ruunvald in my journals, with hopes that, should we fail, it will bring illumination to those who follow us. I myself have stood on the shoulders of academic giants to get where we are today, spending endless hours in libraries and private collections. I am certain that there is some artifact of great power to be found in those ruins, one that the Vigilants could find useful in their mission.I do not mean to sound pompous, but I feel as if I am on the precipice of my destiny with this quest. I am certain we are digging in the right place. I can feel it in my bones, and I dream of finding Ruunvald at night. Even in my waking hours, I can almost hear a reassuring voice telling me we are going the right way.The expedition has had a great deal of luck so far. After only a few weeks, the first tunnel broke through into a large shaft, leading downward towards where I suspect to find Ruunvald. With just a few bits of carpentry, we’ve established our first base camp within the mountains. If we continue to be this fortuitous, we shall reach our goal in record time!M. SidreyDiscovering Ruunvald, Vol. IIOur luck continues! Not only do we continue to tunnel into caves and shafts that speed our descent, but struck multiple veins of precious ore. Now that the excavation has proven to be a financial success, the Vigilants have sent more supplies, materials, and workers to further the cause. I find myself unable to contain my glee at times, and have become prone to cheerful outbursts in front of the men. One might find this very out of character for me, but the men seem to share my enthusiasm. Never before have I worked with a group so single-minded in their pursuit. To have so many people working towards the same goal with little to no deviation from the task at hand is an uncanny blessing! Stendarr be praised!With so much going well, I hesitate to document what seem like minor troubles in comparison. It must have something to do with the cramped spaces, but I have found myself prone to aches in my head. While these hardly deter me from my leadership role, I have found myself distracted at times. I have had many a conversation with the workers where I drift off, only to have them call me back to reality. Sometimes I lose small amounts of time and can’t remember what I’ve done. I am hoping this is nothing more than excitement of reaching our goal, but I will try to keep note as we dig deeper. Perhaps a half tankard of ale before sleep will help me with these headaches.M. SidreyDiscovering Ruunvald, Vol. IIIThe damnable headaches! Minorne be merciful, I just can’t seem to shake them. The workers have started to report them as well, but while their focus on conversation and civility may wane because of it, they have not swayed from their task. If anything, they seem to have doubled their efforts. I myself cannot seem to focus on anything other than the dig. I sit here now, studying some unearthed Nordic artifacts, yet I feel a nagging call to see how the dig is progressing. The other day without thinking, I picked up a shovel and started digging myself. Fortunately, no one seemed to find this unusual, which is a blessing. I’d hate for the Vigilants of Minorne to think that I’d lost my senses!As we dig, we uncover more Nordic ruins and architecture, but have yet to hit the main chamber. Everyday I dream we’ll finally reach Ruunvald, and I can’t help but reflect on what this will mean to my reputation! My family will be so proud, especially my father, Minorne. He and mother have always been interested in my studies, even if my sister Minorne was not. But I’m most excited to reveal my findings to my colleagues, Minorne and Minorne, and perhaps my mentor Minorne. Oh, won’t they all be pleased?M. SidreyDiscovering Ruunvald, Vol. IVI have found my muse and her name is Minorne. Reading back over old journals, I realize she has called to me from deep inside Ruunvald. She is the voice I’ve been hearing, the one who has called me ever downwards into the mountain. The Vigilants, the workers, they hear her too! What joy to learn that I am not alone in her love! Oh, Minorne, how would we have ever found this place without you! As I write this we are digging out the last bit of rock to get to you. Those without tools have started using their hands! I cannot write anymore, I must get back to work. Ruunvald awaits!M. Sidrey |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dwarven Crown Journal | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubOne of the curiosities the mercs uncovered during their excavation was an ornate Dwarven headpiece, which I quickly deduced to be a crown.As leader of this expedition, the responsibility of wearing said crown naturally fell to me. However, upon adorning it, I noticed the piece was incomplete.According to legend, the crown’s boon was said to turn with the seasons, as if it were guided by the moon and stars. However, it seems the enchantments are actually tied not to the crown itself, but the masks that slot into its facing.If memory serves me correctly, there are three masks in total. Spring, Autumn, and Winter. What became of the Summer mask, I do not know, but perhaps the Mid Year heat made it too unbearable to wear. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Ehlhiel’s Journal | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Leather from the Creation ClubTyra was too stubborn to realize it. The Crimson Dirks were done. They knew our names and our faces. If the city guard didn’t catch us, it’d be The East Empire Company, or any of the other guilds and Great Houses we pissed off along the way. The way I see it, I just gave them a head start.My job was to set the hideout ablaze, and let the Legionnaires pick off the bandits while they burned. Just goes to show how cowardly the tin men in uniform really are. They were never one for a fair fight or a fair deal, but hey, neither was I.The guard captain was too busy smelling his own wind to realize we were burning long dead corpses. The Crimson Dirks were already gone.It was an even trade. A head start for a head start. So long as I kept my part of the bargain, they wouldn’t find out about theirs.Still, it was only a matter of time before they caught on. And while they weren’t aware of my part in the escape, now they want me to help with their capture. They’ve put everything I’ve told them into neat little dossiers, which they can pass around to the captains. I wonder if they even have one on me.I only told Pale-Eyes about the cost of our freedom. The rest of them wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t deal with the guilt. But I had to tell somebody, because as it turns out, neither could I. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eisa’s Journal | Left the White River gang this morning, with Hajvarr’s thugs on our tail. Wasn’t a bad gig, but it was time to move on. Ra’jirr and I weren’t getting anywhere with him in charge.I’ll never understand how he does it. I couldn’t find so much as a rumor in Windhelm, while Ra’jirr stayed outside the city, got wasted on Moonsugar, and still managed to find us a lead- some gang out Morthal way. They’re holed up in an old ruin, digging it out in between raids on the caravans.Joined up with Kyr’s band. Their treasure-hunting dig is a disaster: three months of work have barely cleared a single hall, and six men have died from the cave-ins. I’ve taken charge of the dig, while Ra’jirr is leading the raids topside. Maybe that year in Cidhna Mine will pay off after all.You’d think a man who could swing a sword could use a pickaxe, but these louts are exhausted after barely an hour. No wonder this tunnel’s taking forever. I’ve set up round-the-clock shifts, and ordered double rations for the best diggers. That’ll give them some incentive.Night shift woke me to say they’d hit something big. Kyr, Ra’jirr, and I went down to take a look. It’s huge, like a whole forest was just swallowed up by the earth, with a big old monument out in the center. Kyr took the sword from it as a trophy, proof his whole plan was finally paying off. For once, he might be right.Ra’jirr’s been having nightmares over the past few days. He keeps muttering about a “Pale Lady”- one of those swamp women who steal children away at night, I think. To think some fool story could turn the toughest bandit I know into a cowering kitten, frightened of his own shadow. I’m just glad none of the others see him like this.It’s getting worse. Ra’jirr can barely sleep at all now, and whenever he dozes off, he wakes up screaming- woke the whole place last night. He says the “Pale Lady” is coming for us- she’s down in the forest, we have to return the sword or she’ll kill us all. Not a chance- the boss clings to that thing like he was born with it. I’ve told everyone Ra’jirr just has a fever, but this can’t go on. I’ve pulled a few things together. I’ll slip out tonight and never look back. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Elberon’s Journal | Book added by Forgotten Season from the Creation ClubI’ve split the mercs into groups and explained how to disable the conduits in each season, using simple words for their infinitesimally small minds. To their credit, some of them decided to take notes.It would be easier if they simply read the account of my previous expedition. Of course, doing so would make them aware of the horrible fate that befell their predecessors.I’ve also told the men to be on the lookout for other curiosities, such as Dwarven insects, Dwarven mounts, and three Dwarven Crown masks we uncovered in our last foray.However, the main prize in this tomb of inclement weather is the Turn of the Seasons, a magical spell that legends say is cast not by the spellcaster, but by the the weather itself!Once you read this tome and are imbued with its power, they say the rain will grant you a silver tongue, as charming as a spring romance. Summer’s sweltering heat fills you with stamina when dressed in light armor, whereas winter’s snow offers a boon to heavy armor wearers. Meanwhile, the clouds are a gift to hunters, their bows cutting through the autumn wind.Such a prize must be deep within the ruins, perhaps in the chamber of the one who orchestrated this unholy sky. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Endrast’s Journal | The eyeless creatures took us in our sleep. I don’t know what happened to the Khajiit brothers, we never saw them in the cell. I managed to pick the lock and we made a break for it, but got split up. Sulla yelled something about not leaving without finding what he came here for and Umana chased after him.Yag and I tried for the top of the cave shaft, but one of the ramps was broken. Without a hesitation, she grabbed me by the scruff of my tunic, threw me atop the ledge and told me to run.And I did.I didn’t even look back.I just ran like a coward.I could hear her fighting them and I just had to get away. I didn’t even notice the arrow in my shoulder till I hid here.Those metal creatures are still all around me and I’m too terrified to even move.Eight Divines, please just take me now. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eranya’s Journal | This book was included in Goldbrand from the Creation Club2 Sun’s HeightMy name is Eranya, Imperial historian. My research on ancient artifacts has led me across the sands of Elsweyr and the forests of Valenwood, and now, it has led me to the inhospitable north of Skyrim.My quarry is that of Goldbrand, a golden katana said to have been forged by dragons and embodies the power of the Daedric Prince Boethiah. The blade has passed through many hands, most recently those of Emperor Titus Mede II. He was rumored to have possessed it during the Battle of the Red Ring.After the battle, Mede II (or one of his agents) had it returned to the tomb of the one said to have originally possessed the blade: Sivdur, an ancient Nord warrior who fought in defense of the dragons. And there, in Sivdur’s Respite, is where Goldbrand is said to reside. Mede II was said to have felt that he lacked the right to claim the blade, and that it should return to the one who it was first entrusted.No direct record of the location of Sivdur’s Respite exists in the Imperial archives. However, I discovered a strange missive on a mission involving precious cargo, and along with it, a map. As it turns out, this was the only record of the mission to return Goldbrand to Skyrim, and the map led to Sivdur’s Respite. It lies in a cave in the mountains just north of Windhelm!Based on my findings there, I have other business to attend to now. It would seem I have some traveling yet to do. I have documented my findings in a separate journal on the topic.15 Last SeedI am starting to believe I may have attracted unwanted attention. A group of dangerous cultists who worship the daedric prince Boethiah are said to gather near Windhelm, and Goldbrand’s whereabouts would no doubt be of interest to them. Already I feel like I see the same faces as I pass strangers along the road.I should be careful. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eranya’s Notes on Sivdur’s Tomb | This book was included in Goldbrand from the Creation Club7 Sun’s HeightI have arrived. The entrance of Sivdur’s tomb remains impressively intact. I hope that the interior remains equally well-preserved. That is, assuming Titus Mede II elected not to pillage the entire ruin over two decades ago when Goldbrand was allegedly returned to Sivdur’s side. One can only hope he exercised restraint.It appears that the burial chamber is locked using an ancient mechanical system, and only by placing the correct objects on the pedestals flanking the chamber’s entrance will the path open. Fascinating!I must research where to find the relics required to open the chamber. I shall return when I have more answers.23 Sun’s HeightThe inscriptions relate to two ancient relics. The first is Sivdur’s amulet, inscribed with the symbols of his rank and other honorifics. The second is the skull of Sivdur’s betrayer and lifelong enemy, Magrathi. Sivdur, never having exacted revenge in his time, now calls out to us from the beyond to defile his enemy’s resting place, and place the skull near his sacred burial chamber as a sort of trophy. Morbid, but not uncommon for the period.I now go out in search of the relics that will lead to the opening of the tomb. I have left my notes where I conducted my research, in the Arcanaeum in the College of Winterhold. If some ill fate were to befall me, perhaps another may continue the search. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eranya’s Research Notes | This book was included in Goldbrand from the Creation Club10 Sun’s HeightI have arrived at the College of Winterhold, who have generously allowed a fellow academic to make use of their vast library. A good thing, as even in the short ride from Sivdur’s Respite north of Windhelm, I feel chilled down to my very bones. I now search for the means to gain entrance to Sivdur’s tomb using the faint inscriptions found near the entrance.My objectives are to discover where Sivdur’s amulet might be found, as well as the burial site of Sivdur’s nemesis, Magrathi. I shall start with texts on ancient Nord heroes and work backwards from there.13 Sun’s HeightNo luck thus far. Discouraging, but I will not dispair. The answers lie in these walls somewhere.14 Sun’s HeightA breakthrough! It has been recorded that Sivdur’s amulet has traditionally been passed down from father to son for generations. If my tracing of the lineages is correct, the current living desendants of Sivdur are the Battle-Borns, a clan that resides in the city of Whiterun. If this is true, then Sivdur’s amulet is likely possessed by the youngest Battle-Born son, one Lars Battle-Born. I must inquire with them.19 Sun’s HeightDetails are sparse, but Magrathi appears to have once been an influential priest of the dragon cult. He seems to have slain Sivdur’s brother over rightful ownership of a silver mine. He is said to have been laid to rest in Shroud Hearth Barrow near Ivarstead.I will now return to Sivdur’s Respite, take some additional notes, and then travel east to Windhelm where a few good sellswords might be found that can help me with this treacherous undertaking. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Erj’s Note | How foolish to move through this place so quickly. It’s taken me only a few hours to crack the back gate. Maybe I’ll donate a cup or two, but Krag says he knows some private buyers who will pay handsomely for a working trinket. There has to be one in here.* * * * *The side doors are all locked, but this chest should have one or two things of value. When I get out I’m going to buy myself a castle. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Ernanthil’s Journal | This book was included in Bittercup from the Creation ClubMy brother’s always been the greedy sort. Offer him a slice and he’ll take the whole pie, and worse yet, he’ll act like he’s doing you a favor.But I always figured father would see through his lies. Never thought I’d be cut out of the will like some half-blood Orc’s son.But it’s all right. It’s a bit poetic in a sense. Father’s favorite book was about the beggar named Eslaf. His old man left him nothing too, except what he was willing to take. Me, I’m gonna take it all. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Evethra’s Journal | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation clubI know of you both, Amber and Madness. I am well acquainted with your secrets.Amber, the glowing works of an alien root, I find your resin pristine and holy. Light and powerful, you require a delicate hand, one that recognizes the fragile nature of beauty.Madness, I know you to be a flexible breed, one congealed from the tattered minds of dead heroes. Unlike Amber, I would bend and bow you like a sinew. I would beat and hammer you, stretch and fold you, knowing that each blow would callous your skin and sharpen your teeth.It was dark armored men that brought me these treats, these puzzles to solve. “Courtesy of Thoron,” they said. Liars. There is no Thoron, not anymore. He is a memory of long past, and memories are as real as dreams and other fanciful thoughts. Still, I had to have them.Amber, so exquisite, so pretty, like drops of fallen star dew. From your honeyed globes I would craft myself an armor that trapped me inside your beauty and warmth. I would suffocate myself in your light, and in death live for eternity.But madness, oh madness, you charm me with your edge. From you I would forge a knife to cut out Sheogorath’s tongue, and use it to lick the dust off my anvil. Oh how happy that would make all three of us.In my desperation I’ve turned to magic, to try and turn these earthly materials into your equals. I have forged armor and blade in hopes of finding a worthy pair. But they are failures. Not fit to be your shadows.So instead, I will mine the forests and the dead. I will have caravans search the far corners of Tamriel. I will reach into the eye of Oblivion itself, until I find you both again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Excavation Leader’s Journal | This book was included in The Cause from the Creation Club2nd Sun’s Height, 4E 201The dawn is breaking. Vonos has successfully pierced the veil of the liminal barrier.But there is much work to be done. We have unearthed an anchor point, but must still reconstruct the gate itself. And even when it is complete, the veil of the liminal barrier remains. Vonos in his infinite wisdom continues to work day and night to find a way to break it.It may be but a singular gateway, but Valkyn Gatanas and Methats await us on the other side, preparing to march for our Lord.I will keep the faith, for Lord Dagon.10th Sun’s Height, 4E 201Vonos has been studying all known information about the Mysterium Xarxes, consulting with Dagon’s Dremora, and experimenting tirelessly, but is still unable to open the gate.However, he believes that an object may exist which could be strong enough to hold the portal open. What kind of artifact could hold such power? Even a thousand Soul Gems would likely dissolve in the presence of a Sigil Stone.We must redouble our efforts. I have sent additional scouts to Solstheim and Cyrodiil to learn anything they can.20th Sun’s Height, 4E 201One of my scouts has returned from Bruma with promising information. The ancient Ayleids are well known for their Welkynd Stones, rare aetherial fragments comprised of powerful meteoric glass. A Great Welkynd Stone, the most powerful of these stones, was typically held within the heart of each Ayleid city, but these stones have long since been plundered or lost to time.Researchers have speculated for centuries that more Great Welkynd Stones may exist, but none have ever been found. The last Great Welkynd Stone seen on record was in the Third Era; when it was snatched and used to bring the downfall of our Lord.Then, it was ultimately Mehrunes’ undoing, but irony may be smiling upon us. Something of such power could be exactly what we need to bring the gate to full power.One researcher has set their sights on the ancient Ayleid ruin of Rielle as such a place where a Great Welkynd Stone may exist. Many have explored its depths through the years, though none have ever found a trace of such a thing.Could a Great Welkynd Stone truly be hidden deep within Rielle? I’ve told my scouts to capture this researcher and bring him to me. We must learn all we can.2nd Last Seed, 4E 201< My scouts captured the Ayleid researcher from Bruma, but upon returning, the Vigil of Stendarr were seen guarding the Pale Pass. My scouts had to detour through the wilderness of the Jerall Mountains to avoid them. Could the Vigil be aware of our movements? Is there a traitor among us? We cannot risk any sort of confrontation with the Vigil until we have the full might of Dagon behind us. There is too much at stake. While interrogating the researcher I learned that Rielle is structurally weak, making entry difficult. With the Vigil blocking the Pale Pass, this greatly inhibits our expedition. He also spoke of other dangers, but I dare not repeat them, lest I give substance to his ravings. We must find a way into Rielle. Vonos and I have agreed that we have no time to waste. I have selected only our most trusted disciples to set up a base camp in the mountains west of Ivarstead. We will operate under the darkness of night to excavate our own pathway through the Jerall Mountains and into Rielle. It will take time, but it is the only way. 14th Last Seed, 4E 201 After much blood and sweat, we finally breached Rielle through its northwest corner, but the challenges within have proven to be quite deadly. The only man who returned alive claimed he barely escaped the clutches of an undead monster. Several have gone inside only to never return, and I am unsure how many more souls I can spare. All this and yet no signs of a secret chamber or Welkynd Stone. There are legible portions of untranslated words on the pages retrieved from the researcher in Bruma. I’ve summoned one of my best scholars, Janus, to assist me in my Ayleid studies. Perhaps there is something we are missing. 15th Last Seed, 4E 201 According to the books Magic from the Sky, and Glories and Laments, the ancient Ayleids believed that Nirn was composed of four basic elements — Earth, Water, Air, and Light. Janus and I feel this is extremely important, may be the key to obtaining the stone. The incomplete texts recovered from the researcher in Bruma make mention of previously unseen Elemental Shards. But what are they? Where are they? We will prepare another team to descend upon Rielle with this information. We’re running low on supplies and may need to delay the search if we lose any more men. 17th Last Seed, 4E 201 Vonos has sent an urgent communication. The Vigilants of Stendarr have increased their presence and have been seen questioning townsfolk. Acolyte Skorvild and Priestess Enakain have gone missing, their whereabouts unknown. It is best for us to assume the Vigil knows of our plans. There is no time left to delay. Janus must join one last expedition team to locate the Great Welkynd Stone. I will send the last of my guards along with him as protection. This is our last chance. Dagon, give us strength. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Expedition Manifest | We’ve managed to secure the site and hold off any others who may try to steal our discoveries so far, especially those from the College of Winterhold, who seem to think the glory of exploring every ruin should be theirs alone.The crew for our expedition is as follows:Sulla Trebatius (myself) – Expedition leaderUmana – my constant companion and bodyguardValie – a mage not associated with Winterhold (took some time to find)Endrast – a fellow explorer of some local renownYag – a great brute of a woman, hired to keep the rest of the labor in checkJ’darr and J’zhar – two Khajiit brothers, hired as laborNeed a couple more laborers, getting through the ice is proving difficult.We’ve set up shelter and scouted the area. The small ruins on the lower plateau of the glacier don’t seem connected to the main structure and we haven’t managed to find a way into the tower parapet we’ve found here. Yag mentioned spotting a fissure in the glacial wall that may lead into the ruins so we are going to try find a way to get down there with the gear. Looks like a storm is coming. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eydis’s Journal | I finally caved and told Ulyn that I would help him retrieve this “Visage of Mzund” that he has been so obsessed over. Why he wants some dwarven helmet so much is beyond me, but I owe him so whatever.We’ve stopped to take a breather after crossing over the gears. This place is amazing but it seems to serve no purpose that I can tell. Why the dwarves would waste so much good metal on gears, pipes and constructs is completely beyond me. We had to fight off several of the metal spiders while spinning around on the gears. Got so dizzy we almost fell off. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Faded Diary | …another dream of Red Mountain erupting. People running as flaming rocks the size of cantons fell from the sky……can still see my brother’s outstretched arm, as he tried to reach the silt strider and walked right out into the boiling waters……not just Vvardenfell, all of Morrowind was hit by the rocks. There’s no work and no food will grow under the ashes. We are going to try for Skyrim… |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Faralda’s Notes | The book is filled with indecipherable scribbles. If these are notes, they’re impossible to read. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fenrik’s Journal | Book added by Vigil Enforcer Armor Set from the Creation ClubAzarain once told me I was the strongest warrior in all of Tamriel. But that is a lie.A strong man would have ended his life long ago. He would have delivered Stendarr’s justice upon his soul. I am weak man, and so, I live.The Vigil teaches us that vampires are an abomination, to be destroyed without mercy. But in my cowardice I began to entertain the blasphemous, that vampirism had a cure.Never has the subject been broached by the Keepers. After all, the very idea that these creatures were capable of salvation would threaten the principles of the order. So to learn more, I sought the aid of the very monster I have sworn to oppose.Molag Bal’s price was steep. I was to gather thralls and build an altar deep in the mines of Dawnstar, for purposes that would only become clearer as the nights went on. To that shrine I was to sacrifice the lives of nine of my brothers and sisters, one for each divine.At times my resolve has wavered, but the Prince has offered proof in the form of Galur Rithari. His excerpts prove that a cure exists, through a dream of being “sliced by thousands of tiny knives from my bowels inside out.” As the town speaks of nightmares and the presence of Vaermina, I now see why Dawnstar was chosen for this unholy vigil.With only three sacrifices left, the ritual is almost complete. No doubt Azarain will see this as treachery, which is why I cannot bring myself to sacrifice him. But with every Vigil that dies at our hand, it only calcifies my resolve. The weakness of my mind does not betray the strength of my will.For all my cowardice, I am worth the souls of a dozen men. If I rejoin the Vigil, more lives will be saved in the end.Perhaps when the accounting is done, Stendarr will show me mercy. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fisherman’s Journal | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation Club8th of Last Seed, 4E 201Can you believe our luck?We’ve stumbled onto a gold mine. Or, more accurately, a Dwarven metal mine. A staggering amount of scrap lies along the bottom of this frozen lake. Had we known how lucrative this trip would be, we would have brought wagons, not buckets.Strange machines still stand just above the water. If we could only find what powers them! Riches surely lie in wait, and we can hang our fishing rods up for good. I’ll bet we’ll find it here, amongst the rest of the scrap. We just need to keep doing what we know how to do best. Fishing.Sometimes I see a glint, a faint glow at the bottom. But when I cast my line in or try to swim to the bottom to retrieve it, it eludes me.11th of Last Seed, 4E 201No luck. We still haven’t managed to fish up whatever it is that might power these machines. Jorid jokes we’ll need a Dwarven fishing rod to solve this decidedly Dwarven mystery. Schematics are said to lie in a ruined tower at Alftand, in the mountains up north.When people speak of me tomorrow, they won’t say, “here comes Faldrin, the fisherman.” They’ll say, “here comes Faldrin, the treasure hunter!” We leave for Alftand at first light. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Forsworn Shaman’s Note | Book added by Spell Knight Armor from the Creation ClubWe’ve killed the traitor and given the knight’s heart to the mother. She’s gone back to Karthspire to perform the ritual.We’ll stand watch until she returns, and drain the blood of any knights who interfere. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gallus’s Encoded Journal | Written in Falmer font, but translates directly to English words. The player must translate this text as part of the Thieves Guild questline.MERCER FREY CONTINUES TO ELUDE MY EVERY STEP I THINK HES AWARE IM FOLLOWING HIM AND APPEARS TO BE TAKING NO UNNECESSARY CHANCES IM BRINGING ALL OF MY SKILLS TO THE FOREFRONT IN ORDER TO DECEIVE HIM IT STILL PAINS ME THAT THE DECEPTION IS NECESSARY WHEN I BECAME A NIGHTINGALE USING MY NEWFOUND TALENTS AGAINST MY OWN WAS THE FURTHEST THOUGHT FROM MY MINDTHERE WAS A CLOSE CALL TODAY I WAS SETTLING DOWN FOR A NIGHTS REST IN THE CISTERN WHEN MERCER FREY ENTERED UNEXPECTEDLY HE WAS CREEPING ALONG THE WALL BUT I SPOTTED HIM IMMEDIATELY HE EDGED CLOSER TO THE VAULT DOOR MAKING HIS WAY CAREFULLY AROUND THE PERIMETER OF THE ROOM BUT SUDDENLY STOPPED AND TURNED TOWARDS MY HIDING PLACE I FROZE INSTANTLY EVEN HOLDING MY BREATH FOR A MOMENT BUT MY POSITION WAS ALREADY COMPROMISED HE ABRUPTLY TURNED AND WALKED BACK TOWARDS THE FLAGON WHAT WAS HE DOINGAT LAST I HAVE A PIECE OF EVIDENCE THAT MIGHT EXPLAIN MERCER FREYS ACTIONS INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FOLLOW HIM OR BREAK INTO HIS MANOR I USED EVERY LOOSE-TONGUED SOURCE AT MY DISPOSAL TO SCOUR THE RATWAY LOOKING FOR ANSWERS IT TOOK SEVERAL WEEKS BUT MAUL WAS ABLE TO PROVIDE AN INTERESTING BIT OF INFORMATION MERCER HAD BEEN SPENDING INORDINATELY LARGE SUMS OF COIN ON ALL MANNER OF THINGS UNRELATED TO THE GUILD HOW HE WAS ABLE TO AFFORD THIS WAS A MYSTERY TO ME THE VAULT WAS IMPREGNABLE SO WHAT WAS THE SOURCE OF HIS COINITS BEEN CONFIRMED BY MY SOURCES MERCERS BEEN LIVING AN UNDULY LAVISH LIFESTYLE REPLETE WITH SPENDING VAST AMOUNTS OF GOLD ON PERSONAL PLEASURES I HAVE MORE THAN MY SHARE OF EVIDENCE TO CONFRONT HIM NOW HE MUST BE STEALING FROM THE GUILD BUT WITHOUT PROOF ALL I HAVE IS BASELESS ACCUSATION MERCER CAME FROM WEALTHY STOCK BUT THE AMOUNT OF COIN HES BEEN SPENDING IS IMMENSEIVE BEEN GIVING IT SOME SERIOUS THOUGHT THERES ONLY A SINGLE WAY THAT MERCER COULD HAVE ACCESS TO VAST AMOUNTS OF COIN I HESITATE TO EVEN BELIEVE ITS POSSIBLE HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY DESECRATE THE TWILIGHT SEPULCHER THIS GOES FAR BEYOND MERE GREED AND TRANSCENDS COMMON THEFT HIS ACTIONS COULD REPRESENT THE FAILURE OF THE NIGHTINGALES SOMETHING THAT HASNT OCCURRED IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS WHY WHY WOULD HE READILY THROW AWAY EVERYTHING HE BELIEVES IN ALL I NEED IS PROOFMERCER FREY HAS REQUESTED I MEET HIM AT SNOW VEIL SANCTUM TODAY HE SENT A NOTE BY COURIER SO I CAN ONLY ASSUME HES ALREADY THERE ALL MY SENSES TELL ME ITS A TRAP BUT I HAVE NO CHOICE HIS MESSAGE INDICATED THE MEETING WAS OF THE UTMOST URGENCY AND INVOLVED GUILD BUSINESS SO IM OBLIGATED TO GO I CANT RISK BRINGING ANYONE ELSE WITH ME BUT IM ALMOST CERTAIN KARLIAH WILL DISOBEY AND FOLLOW] |