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Write a book about Skyrim. | Ghost Sighting | This book was included in Spell Knight Armor from the Creation ClubI’ve heard a lot of strange tales in the Reach. Witches turning men into frogs, wolves the size of bears, things like that. There’s even a story about an old knight’s tomb, and a ghost haunting the Reach.Now, normally I brush off such talk. The emptier the bottle, the taller the tale.But what I saw last night changed my mind. I was heading south toward Dushnikh Yal, to set up camp and mine the hills in the morning. I had just crossed the river, when I saw something come out of the fog.It was just like in the stories. He looked like a man cast from the moonlight. I could see him, and at the same, I could see right through him. Not only that, he was dressed in some armor I’ve never seen, and bade me to follow him up the hillside.But I did no such thing. Instead I dropped my knapsack, turned tail and ran. Call me a snowback, a milk-drinker, I don’t care. No good can come from following the dead. There’s is a place no man wants to visit. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gratian’s Journal | 30 Rain’s Hand 4E10Received a letter from the East Empire Company today. They say that some of the miners broke through the wall in shaft three of Raven Rock Mine and found some ruins. I hope this isn’t another waste of time like that fiasco they sent me to in Cyrodiil. I’ll gather my assistant, Millius and sail back to Raven Rock at first light… it’ll be nice to see the old house in Solstheim again.7 Second Seed 4E10Finally arrived in Raven Rock and was surprised at the number of dark elf refugees living in town. They aren’t really from mining stock, but I think they’ll make fine workers one day. Millius and I spent a good part of the day clearing the ash off of the roof of my house. The damn volcano is still erupting almost day and night. If it wasn’t for the ash covering everything it would almost look beautiful.8 Second Seed 4E10Millius and I are headed into Raven Rock Mine to have look at whatever it is the miners uncovered. I think I’ll stop by the old Swing and Scoop and pick up a few supplies before we head down. Couldn’t hurt to be prepared.9 Second Seed 4E10Looks like the miners broke right through the wall of an old Nordic barrow. I’ve seen this sort of thing in Skyrim before… damn Nords have barrows dotting the landscape and almost none of them are ever marked on any maps. Looks like this barrow belong to something called the “Bloodskal Clan.” I’m going to take some rubbings of the inscriptions on the tombs and see if I can’t learn some more information from my history books.10 Second Seed 4E10It’s been a few days and I can’t find even a single mention of this clan anywhere. Millius and I decided to proceed ahead. We’ve come to a dropdown point, but I can see a massive chamber below. Took the better part of a day to lower everything down and climb down the almost sheer drop.11 Second Seed 4E10It’s been an astonishing day of discovery! After exploring the large chamber beyond the dropoff, I was startled to find the strangest weapon I’ve ever laid eyes upon sitting on a pedestal of sorts. The blade appears to be flawless, and is emitting a faint chilling glow. Bits of parchment I found about the chamber seem to call this “The Bloodskal Blade.” Not certain if I should remove it yet, I think I’ll sleep on it.12 Second Seed 4E10I’ve decided against my own better judgment to remove the Bloodskal Blade from its pedestal. Millius seems completely against it, but we need to bring this wondrous artifact with us when we find a way out of the barrow.13 Second Seed 4E10I should have listened to Millius. The moment the blade was lifted, we were set upon by draugr. Millius fought bravely, but he fell. I was able to destroy the remaining ones, but I was badly wounded. I can barely stand. My only chance would be finding a way out of this place, but I fear that I’m trapped.14? Second Seed 4E10Exploring has been slow. I can only move for maybe a few minutes at a time before I have to rest. My supplies are running low, and I’m feeling weaker by the hour. The only progress I’ve made is finding a strange door with markings on it that I’ve never seen.There appears to be something to them I’m missing, as they’ve confounded my attempts at getting through. I’ll have to study this further in order to make any progress… barely can keep awake.I’m fairly certain that the key to the door involves the use of the Bloodskal Blade. When swinging the weapon, I’m noticing a ribbon of mystical energy emanating from it. I think by swinging the sword in different directions, it’s possible to manipulate this ribbon and solve whatever puzzle this door presents. I hope to get well enough to put this to the test soon… each swing is a huge effort.Last entryI’ve lost track of time and my strength is fading. I can’t even stand anymore. My wounds refuse to heal. I’m afraid this tomb will become my resting place. If anyone finds this journal, please send these notes to my superiors at the East Empire Company and tell my wife that I love her.May Arkay guide me to my final rest. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Grenwulf’s Note | This book was included in The Contest from the Creation ClubHolrik thinks there’s things I can’t punch through. But I’ve punched through walls, and I’ve punched through men.I don’t care how thick your armor is, my knuckles are thicker. They’re hard and calloused and ugly as a Dremora, but they get the job done, no matter what.I once met a warrior who claimed to have the most impenetrable armor ever known to man. But when we fought, I punched him so hard the shockwaves rearranged every bone in his body, to the point his toes were coming out of his ears.So even if the armor doesn’t give, the man inside is as soft as jelly. A spider ain’t much different. It’s got hard parts, and it’s got soft parts. When I ball my fist and put all my weight on my back foot, there’s nothing anyone can do. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guard’s Note on Aldepius | Book added by Alternate Armor – Steel Soldier from the creation clubI am beginning to suspect Aldepius is not who he claims to be.He seemed rather old for a new recruit, but it wasn’t until he started asking about our bandit informant that I began to suspect something was amiss. Still, I would’ve forgiven this as natural curiosity had he not asked to meet him.So I checked with the list of the garrison, and no one by the name Aldepius is on it. I don’t know who he is, but he’s not a member of the guard. He’s stationed at Dragon Bridge at the moment, when my shift is over I’m going to confront him about it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guild Mage’s Note | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubHow could this have happened? Our plans should have worked. But who could foresee that his weapon would interfere with our simple enchantments. And now we have become ensnared in our own trap.What is this weapon and what does it herald? |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guild Mage’s scribble | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubWE ARE DOOMEDTHERE IS NO HOPE |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guild Mage’s Warning | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubI warned them to be cautious. No matter how perfect the incantation, magic is the husband of chaos. We let our guard down, and this abomination is the result of our hubris.And to make matters worse, he has divided into three. Divines help us all. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guild Mages Last Words | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubI am done. My wounds are too deep, and so I have chosen to remain and lock this area. All I can do is pray that Sellonus made it out and sealed this dreaded place shut forever. At least then my death will not be in vain. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guild Mages Missive | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the creation clubWe have to try to contain him or die trying.She is the key to everything, for her death defined him and drove him insane. Perhaps we can use her remains to summon her spirit and calm him. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gulum-Ei’s Confession | Dear Brother,If you’re reading this, then you already know that I’ve been killed. Acting as Karliah’s proxy for the Goldenglow Estate sale has proven to be a greater risk than I’d imagined. Word’s reached my ears that Mercer Frey’s sent one of his own to eliminate me. I swear to you, brother… I had nothing to do with Gallus’s death. I’m well aware that killing the previous leader of the Thieves Guild would only provoke their wrath and threaten not only myself, but perhaps our entire family. Curse that woman for getting me involved in this scheme!Within this chest you’ll find the deed to Goldenglow Estate. Karliah never asked for the delivery of the item and I’m certain it holds great value to the proper buyer. If you wish to hunt down Karliah and avenge me, all I remember is her cryptic statement about returning “to where the end began.”Goodbye my brother, keep yourself safe and may fortune favor the foolish.Gulum-Ei |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hajvarr’s Journal | Pickings have been good these past few weeks. Must be because of the war- lots of merchants and cowards looking for somewhere to curl up and hide from all the fighting. I’ve told the men to ease the burden on these poor souls by relieving them of all that gold they’re carrying.Guard patrols along the road are way up- we can barely set foot outside. Travellers must have complained to the Jarl. It looks like the guard isn’t ready to move against us yet, but the pressure is getting to the men. I’m having Ra’jirr keep watch with Ulfr now- that should shut them up about our security. Damn that Balgruuf!A mutiny! Among my men! I can hardly believe it. Thank the gods Ulfr heard of it in time- he may be blind, but he’s not deaf. I killed Anjor myself. A couple of the others ran for it, but we hunted them down quick enough. Only Eisa and Ra’jirr got away. Good riddance.There’s rumor of a dragon attack on Helgen. A dragon! Hardly. More likely just a story made up by some idiot frightened out of his wits by the war.In any case, the guard seems to have pulled back to the city, so we’ve been able to run a few decent raids again. One of the merchants had some odd cargo… bunch of pelts and animals, including a wolf. I let the men roast the other animals, but the wolf I saved- be handy to have a guard dog like that, if we could just train him a little… |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Halvar’s Journal | Book added by Pets of Skyrim From the Creation ClubCame into town a few days ago looking for work. The folks here are nice enough, and there’s plenty of wheat and potatoes needing to be harvested, so I’ve got a steady supply of coin coming in.I don’t think I’m going to need my old pack goat Hilda for much longer…all my bones are starting to creak, and my adventuring days are long over. Now I just need to find someone willing to take care of her. Maybe get a few coins for her too – there’s strength in those old bones of hers yet.Ah, how I’m going to miss wandering the wilds of Skyrim! I saw so many strange and wonderful things out there – pine trees as tall as mountains, old nord tombs, I once even stumbled across a wandering spirit made of pure ice!Even ran across a few folks trying their hand at taming different types of creatures. Don’t know why they’d want anything but a loyal dog or trusty goat like my Hilda though – some of them beasts out in the wild just aren’t meant to be tamed.Ran across an alchemist with a pet rabbit, and almost got robbed by a thief with a tame fox, but I suppose a rabbit or a fox could be docile enough. But that pickpocket trying to train a skeever must have been as mad as old Sheo’. And I don’t want to think too hard about the vampire that almost made a meal out of me…could have sworn it had a trained frostbite spider! Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hamelyn’s Journal | Ten years of ridicule. Ten years of imprisonment. Ten years of exile.The children threw rocks and the women spat upon me as the menfolk dragged me into Whiterun’s prison. They branded me a danger to their pitiful existence… used words like “madman” and “insane.” Could a madman escape the prisons undetected? Could a lunatic establish a laboratory right under their noses? Could a psychopath create a mighty army from the common skeever?My days as an apprentice alchemist in Winterhold were no better. Those egotistical braggarts couldn’t compete with my abilities. Where they fell short, I’d constantly excel. Did they appreciate my genius? Did they relish my contributions? No. My instructors beat me and said I was irresponsible, and the Arch Mage cast me into the streets like a common beggar.As my enemy grows complacent and weak, as they forget Hamelyn and his utter brilliance, I build my army. I use every bit of knowledge at my disposal to forge their demise. Thanks to Sabjorn’s unwitting assistance, my legion grows stronger every day. The irony that the same ingredients used to make his vile drink could be used to feed my offspring isn’t lost upon me.Oh, they will pay. Their ignorance of impending annihilation amuses me. I will bury Whiterun and watch Winterhold burn. And when they experience the fury I’ve unleashed upon them, when my progeny are gnawing the flesh from their bones, they will come begging and groveling at my feet. But there will be no mercy, no quarter and no leniency. And I will laugh and I will dance and I will rejoice over their mangled, broken corpses. The time for recompense has arrived.Ten years of pain. Ten years of misery. Ten years of death. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Han’s Journal | Book added by Myrwatch from the Creation Club“When the eye is doused in flames, the hair will light the way.”I’ve heard that fool Sindnar say it over and over, breath stinking of ale, as if it were a limerick. Given his dark hood you might think it was a dangerous spell. But so long as no one’s hair caught on fire or found imps in their cupboards, the words were harmless. Just the mad ramblings of a drunk.Of the inn patrons, only I bothered to humor him. We bonded over a bottle of Honningbrew and the bucket with which we had history.So when the Elf bit the dust, it was only natural he left his things to me. Among them were countless pieces of junk, including full ownership of the bucket, and a spell tome written in some long dead language.But as soon as I started cursing the old fool for willing me his trash, out slipped two items of value, a map and notes to a tower deep in the swamps. It was only after reading it that I realized his drunken words weren’t part of any limerick. They were instructions. A way in.Now that I’m here, things are getting even more clear. The hair part still doesn’t make a lick of sense, but the eye is the stone seal, that much I’m sure. Yet nothing I do seems to work. I’ve doused it in the fire from my torch. I’ve chopped kindling for hours and built a bonfire high enough to scorch the bloody moon. Still, nothing.Maybe the seal can only be broken with magic. Well, if that drunken fool can learn to cast spells, so can I. I’ve got the bastard’s tome, I just need to make sense of the words.But I better be quick. The fire seems to be attracting all sorts of creatures from the belly of this unholy marsh. Hopefully I can manage to survive long enough to discover whatever treasure lies within. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hand Indobar’s Journal | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubFive Hands served Her once. Yet those numbers have dwindled, and as I deign to stand here alongside hedge wizards, sellswords, and other vermin on two legs, I cannot help but weep for the Lady and her station.Still, I will not allow them access to the armory. They do not deserve the honor of wearing the sacred garb. To do so means you are an extension of the Goddess. Our bodies and soul belong to Her, and are fortified by her divine magic. So it was for my ancestors, and so it is for me.As such, I will not see my Lady’s hands covered in filth. The Matriarch may have granted them a place on the dais, but while they stand eye to eye, they are still beneath us. And so, they are beneath Her.I would slay every last one of them, but I stay my hand for Her sake. As long as they are loyal and do the Lady’s bidding, I will allow their hearts to remain beating against their soiled flesh. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hand Kenro’s Note | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubI live to serve only Her. Always Her.I have found the forge, and when its spark is lit, her fire will burn. The Spectre once worked the gears of this swollen machine, but I no longer require his service. The mechanism is simple. With this vial of Pyroil Tar, I have all that is required to ignite it.Tar lit the flame once before, and tar will do so again. And when I return triumphant, fire in hand, she will embrace me once more.But I have a problem. The machine requires four gems to power it, and I have procured only one. The others, it seems, are still out there. Yet I have no doubt that as Her chosen, she will guide me to them.For now, I will return to the temple. The entrance sits above the mine in Raven Rock, perched atop cliffs of basalt. But even if one finds the cave, only the devout know the way inside the temple. I spin the words and the way opens. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hargar’s Journal | 8th of Evening Star, 4E 200Jaree-Ra is up to something big. He wouldn’t tell me exactly, all he said was, “It’ll be just like the good old days, before the cave-in sealed your boats in there.” We can’t send our ships out of here anymore. What is he hinting at?14th of Evening Star, 4E 200He wants to know what loot we have saved up. I don’t care what he says, I’m not telling him anything about my stash! It stays down there where it’s safe. I can’t imagine he’d ever jump in this murky water, let alone swim down to the sunken boat.21st of Evening Star, 4E 200It’s on! Jaree-Ra and his sister, Deeja, have something cooked up. All they need is a scapegoat. I wonder where they’ll find someone dumb enough to do what they say. There’s bound to be someone out there who will. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hastily Scribbled Note | My scribing tools are lost, and I’ve no time for a lengthy entry, anyway. It’s taken weeks, but I’ve finally found it! The Sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood! One of them, anyway. In Skyrim, under a forest road.I’ve been watching them, the assassins. Their comings and goings. The fools have no idea they’re being observed. My next goal is to somehow make it past the sinister black door, into the Sanctuary itself. I don’t have time to even think about the dangers. The truth must be known! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Heddic’s Volunruud Notes | I was skeptical, but it’s obvious now. The old hymns had truth to them! The relief wasn’t far from the entrance, just as they said. I’ve no doubt now that it hides the entrance to Kvenel’s tomb.The two keys must be hidden somewhere nearby – ceremonial replicas of Okin and Eduj, favored weapons when Kvenel went into battle. I don’t dare explore further without hiring bodyguards to accompany me, however. To think – The Tongue Chieftain Kvenel could be entombed behind just a few feet of stone! The ancestor we scarcely believed was real.Twice damned for planning this foolish scouting trip. I should have hired those sellswords in the first place. Perhaps there’s no need. This place is just a tomb, after all, and there are no obvious signs of habitation. It isn’t as though the thousand-year dead will mind if I have a look around. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Helm of Oreyn Bearclaw | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubI should have known better than to trust an apprentice to locate the Bloodworm Helm. I described its features, thinking that would be enough. A trollbone skull with an open maw. A necromancer’s crown.This skull clearly belongs to a bear. Never mind the enchantments placed upon it are for a warrior. Still, it seems my apprentices have stumbled upon a find nonetheless. The helm is that of Oreyn Bearclaw, the fabled warrior of the Wood Elves.Perhaps I will raise a Bosmer, give him the helm, and have him perform the slaying of the witch-serpent Glenhwyfaunva for my amusement.As for the artifacts of Mannimarco, I will have to redouble my search efforts. Perhaps this new girl, Naara, will have better luck finding them. She is green, but ambitious. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hired Thug’s Missive | It seemed like an easy enough job. Groz and me done plenty like it before. Some chinless Breton wants bodyguards for a trip into the mountains. Fine. Easy clink for us.He goes on about this twice-forsaken mask of his the whole way, of course. Got a pretty good laugh when Groz snatched it and put it on her face – he threatened to fire us for that one. Not smart out here on your own, he realized that right fast and shut up about not paying.So we get here, he thumbs through some papers and mutters to himself – never you mind that me and Groz had to cut through ten stinking trolls just to get him here – and without so much as a warning, poof. He’s put on that mask and vanished. Could have put my hands on his throat one moment, the next he’s not so much as thin air.Well, after a while we didn’t know what to do, and Groz picks her gear up to head home, when he poofs back, that mask in his hand. Begs us not to leave, says he needs us to wait, this is what he’s paying us for. Then puts the mask back on his sorry face and he’s gone again. I’d seen cloaks do invisibility before, but a few swings of my fist proved he wasn’t pulling that one. Nothing there to hit.He shows up again, tells us he just needs more time. Has to figure out something about other masks, and vanishes again. That was yesterday, and I’m done with twiddling my thumbs and writing letters to myself. We’re leaving come sunrise, and if he shows up again I promise Azura I’m putting this dagger through his chest to keep him in one place. We’ll pull more loot off him dead than he could have paid alive. But not the mask. That cursed thing can stay and rot with him and the trolls right here. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Holrik’s Note | This book was included in The Contest from the Creation ClubGrenwulf’s always been beyond stubborn. On top of that, he lacks patience. When a man like him fails to open a jar, he smashes the glass rather than rely on a cloth for a better grip.In Grenwulf’s mind, using that cloth is a weakness. In my mind, it’s far better not to have your food covered in broken glass.It’s a shame, because I think he has the talent to be a good swordsman. But his foolish pride won’t allow him to admit it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hooded Skeleton | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubThere’s something wedged inside the hooded skeleton, but for whatever reason, I can’t seem to raise it. No spell seems to work. There must be a trick to it I can’t figure out.The master must have hidden something important inside, but whatever it is will require raising it first to loosen its bones. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hrodulf’s Journal | 1.I’ve arrived in Solstheim, and moved into an old house on the hill by the shore. Whoever lived here before is long gone.2.I can see well out into the waters from my vantage here, and can hear all things behind and around. Dunmer bandits wander the woods at night, but I don’t fear them.5.There is a calling from the depths; a rumble drone that sings to me at night. I’ve started sleeping in the basement + keeping a knife near. The call is loudest down here. I will to be ready for whatever is coming…6.it is as if a great machine reverberates beneath me10.i tire of waiting for the caller underneath to emergei walked to town + bought some digging tools: shovel, shovel, pick i started to break down the wall behind the bookshelf + dig down slow going i put the bookshelf back when i finish digging why? no houseguests here but i feel i have something to hide13.how can i make bjorn hear what i have heard? i must not lose him yet i must remain in this place for i know i will know the truth soon23.the murmurer in the earth and i we talk i lay my head against the dirt51.fire from the deep |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hugin Ice-Shaper’s Journal | Book added by Nordic Jewelry from the Creation Club. Parts of this book are faded leading to barely legible text.Finding naturally occurring raw pieces of a suitable size and shape is unlikely re eth ha ot e edperha t re are some alter ive methods I hav not yet expl I quickly discovered grinding with traditional methods is nearly impossible, but this material fascinates me. I am determined to incorporate it into my work t lects f the su ce w hsha are m re l n s e than is Shattering large chunks with an application of violent force after repeated bouts of extreme heating and cooling (note: magical methods are the most viable) yields far more material to select from.In addition, the shards are more regular in shape than debris left by a pickaxe. The amount of waste is disappointing, but the cost may be offset sel ed a collec n of p ces for f e r c Further shaping by using a second appropriately sized piece of stalhrim yields particularly satisfactory results. The product is quite rough, but has sort of a naturalistic appeal a few des s. Some ng is s ll m s ngo t t o b h s s of at st a set in quicksilver with a traditional Nordic motif. Perfection. With a bit of hired help, I have adequate materials to reproduce the design and distribute to the mainland.I will finally make a name for myself! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hunter’s Journal | Tracked down a small den of bears today. Their pelts are in fine condition and should fetch a good price. Going to set up camp for the night and kill the beasts in the morning. Hopefully we can get by on the few arrows we have left, or I may have to fall back on my blade |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hyenril’s Journal | Book added by Arms of Chaos from the Creation Club1st of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 201Master Ellane said the Staff of Chaos was crafted by Loreth, and passed on through the generations until it was stolen by Jagar Tharn, before being shattered into pieces by the Eternal Champion.While the pieces may be lost forever, they say centuries later, a descendant of Loreth sought to recreate their magic. The results were the Arms of Chaos, magical staves that harnessed the power of the Sun and the Moon. Yet one day, the mage dismantled the staves and left them lifeless, convinced they were possessed by some unknown madness.It was my master’s obsession to restore these artifacts, and in her honor, it has become mine. If only I could speak to her, I would know what to do next.17th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 201Leave it to my late master to provide guidance on how to proceed. Going through her effects, I found a sketch of the necklace she often wore. It’s identical in all ways but one – there’s an orb set in the center of the amulet, teeming with fire. If it’s true that Loreth’s magic allowed one to travel to distant worlds, then it’s possible this orb is a Sigil Stone! If my hunch is right, the staves are missing the same.22nd of Rain’s Hand, 4E 201My spirit renewed, I scoured the archives in Winterhold and found my path forward. I must find a way to summon three Daedra, Guardians of the Sigil Stones. There’s an altar on the eastern shore of Skytemple Ruins, bearing a Daedric mark. It may be what I need.28th of Rain’s Hand, 4E 201I’ve hit a snag. The ring used to activate the summoning circle was buried with my late master, which I foolishly had shipped to her ancestral home. To think she even gifted me the ring, and I mistook it for sentiment! I feel thicker than Netch Jelly.Still, complaining won’t undo my mistake. The name of the ship was the Sea Stallion, I wonder if I can catch it before it departs.2nd of Last Seed, 4E 201The courier has yet to return. I’m beginning to fear the worst; that the ship had already left the dock long before my letter arrived. I’m not sure what to do at this point. I haven’t had much sleep, and my mind is starting to hear creaking noises where nothing exists.I wish my master were here still, so I could seek her wisdom. They say there is a Shrine of Akray at the pass to the south. Come morning, I will visit it and pray for an answer. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Ildari’s Journal | Ildari’s Journal, vol. IThe fools have taken me in. Weak, pathetic men intent on looting this ancient fortress with their crude mining. Niyya is pleasant enough. I may choose to spare her when the time comes.I’m still weak from Neloth’s betrayal. He promised me power and glory. He failed to mention the constant pain. And the voices. By the three, I would do anything to not hear the voices.When my strength returns, I will have my vengeance upon my former master. I can feel the power of the heart stone beating inside me. I need to find a way to tap into its power. Then he shall pay in blood and fire and ash.Ildari’s Journal, vol. III am stronger now. The heart stone kept me alive after Neloth’s butchery. I can feel the bones in the ash calling to me. I can call back to them too. With the heart stone I can bind the spirits to bone and ash and raise a servant to do my bidding.Tonight I will seize control. These miners and fortune seekers are pawns of Neloth. I can feel them staring at me. I’m sure they are sending him messages, reporting on my every move. The only ones I can trust are the voices. They’ve never lied to me. They’ve shown me that these fools plan to betray me, just like Neloth.When they are all asleep, I will raise my ash spawn. Their brute of a leader will die first. I can see the lust in his heart. He may act all kind and generous, but I know what he wants, what they all want. They want the heart stone.I’ll keep a few prisoners. I need test subjects for my experiments. There is more that the heart stone can do. I just need to try out a few ideas.Ildari’s Journal, vol. IIIThese warrens are well suited to me. I can plot my vengeance undisturbed. I’ve created many ash spawn and summoned atronachs to do my bidding. Yet I know it isn’t enough. Neloth is a wily old wizard. I need more power.I’m out of test subjects, except for Niyya. I saved her for last. She pretended to be my friend when I first came here. But now I know the truth. The voices have told me all about her lies and betrayal. She works with Neloth to bring me down. I’ve saved a special experiment just for her. It will take quite a while to complete.I can’t attack Neloth directly, he’s too powerful. But I can make his life uncomfortable. I’ve killed his steward. I’ve withered his home. Maybe I should poison his precious tea. I’ll need a more capable servant for that. The ash spawn are too clumsy for such delicate work. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Ivara’s Notes | Book added by Staff of Hasedoki from the Creation ClubThe journey from Olenveld was long but worth the trip. We’ll have a far easier time finding what we need to open the portal to the Soul Cairn.The pass is remote and yet there are no shortage of travelers looking for a shortcut across the mountains. As such, we’ll have plenty of blood and bonemeal at our disposal, but we’ll need void salts and soul gem fragments to complete the ritual.Lushak suggested we contact the local smugglers for help with the latter. She’d been in contact with one about the Staff of Hasedoki. If the wizard truly bonded his soul to the stave as the legends suggest, releasing him might provide a worthy offering to the Ideal Masters.In any case, adding the ingredients to the list should be an easy task. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | J’zhar’s Journal | This one is at his wit’s end. I signed J’darr and myself up for this expedition to try to get him clean of the Skooma. I brought a small supply to try bring him down slowly, but the storm has had us trapped in the glacier for weeks.The others have not yet caught on that one with fur should not shake so much from the cold, but I’ve run out of the little skooma I brought and J’darr is getting pretty bad. He’s started hallucinating creatures coming out of the ice and the ruins, the others are starting to think he may be behind Valie’s disappearance, but I know he would never do something like that. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Janus’ Journal | This book was included in The Cause from the Creation Club15th Last Seed, 4E 201I was called upon to assist with the Rielle expedition, and have been studying urgently and without rest. I was entrusted with a page from an ancient Ayleid text, retrieved from a researcher in Bruma.My Ayleidoon is not very good, but I was able to understand something about elemental shards, and “sleeping guardians” within the ruins. None of this would be a problem if Vonos had granted me more time, but he and our Lord are impatient. But I will make do. My research is what matters.The Ayleids believed the four elements to be Air, Water, Earth, and Light. From what I understand, shards representing these four elements may serve as “keys” to certain hidden chambers. It is fascinating to ponder how many Great Welkynd Stones may be hidden among ruins thought to be barren.If there is a hidden chamber within Rielle, this might be how they are opened. But how? Where? At the cost of their lives, many of our disciples have searched nearly every corner of the ruin, but have yet to discover anything. I will study the texts further.17th Last Seed, 4E 201Vonos has issued urgent orders to descend upon Rielle with the last of our expedition team to try and find the Great Welkynd Stone. I am to go with them and lead the team. The Vigil of Stendarr are assumed to be on our trail so we must act quickly.I must not allow this latest wrinkle to deter my research. It is almost within my grasp.17th Last Seed, 4E 201Woe to those who entered before me and met their fate. I imagined not the horrors that awaited me.Our persistence in this expedition has awoken Ayleid Wights – guardians who have lied in wait for untold centuries, sealed in their sarcophagi, awakening to protect the ancient powers within.And yet, all is not lost. I found four Welkynd Stone holders in the Rielle Crypt, each colored gold and positioned to the north, south, east, and west. The directions correspond to each of the four elements.North, upward to the Air (Wel) in the sky.South, for the Earth (Sercen) under our feet.East, for the Light (Alata) of the rising sun.West, for when the Water (Nen) devours it.A diagram in the Ayleid text matches this pattern. If these shards are retrieved and placed in the correct holders, I believe the secret chamber containing the Great Welkynd Stone will make itself known.My team has been slain, and I have been injured. A pity, as I have heard rumors of an area underneath the college where this stone could have been put to better use. I just need to hold out a little longer… |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Japhet’s Journal | A smaller band than was expected joined with me departing Dawnstar. Apparently the local word is that this island is unfit for any sort of habitation, owing to spirits and ill-favored weather. No matter, more space for the loyal few, though the building of the citadel may prove to be time consuming.This first winter was difficult, with the abandonment of many men and women to return to their families on the mainland. A culling of the herd — let us lose the faithless, the weak, and those who lack the fortitude to persevere.The stories of ghosts inhabiting this place are just stories. They frighten away more of those who would weep like children when their shadows flicker in the firelight. Me and my closest remain, ever vigilant.I find little need for additional company. The cold and winds seem to finally have driven off the last of those who would fancy themselves to be my compatriots. I have no need of their indolence. Let those who look upon Japhet’s Fortress be afraid and know the great man who conquered the accursed island.Now even my more trusted go-betweens have stopped making their regular deliveries of food and supplies to the fortress. I must now become self-sufficient and farm the land, as my father did.The rocks are unyielding, and my grain grows short. But I will not abandon my greatest creation. I will weather the storm and fend off the ghosts and bite into the wind such that all might sing songs of my great settlement.I’m starting to think the stories of the ghosts may have a kernel of truth to them. Or else it’s simply the hunger talking.The ghosts are speaking to me now, the more of this icemoss that I eat, the more clearly I can hear them. They are telling me it was a mistake to come here, as if I didn’t already know that.OH GODS HELP ME |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Joften’s Journal | Book added by Saints and Seducers From the Creation ClubAn ancient battle site was discovered near Thoron’s lair. On the ground, an assortment of weapons and armor of the Daedra known as Golden Saints and Dark Seducers laid strewn about. It is from this site that we took up their arms, and joined together as bandit companies under their names. Since then, as the only blacksmith, I have taken it upon myself to study these otherworldly artifacts.And now, at last, my efforts to reproduce the exquisite craftsmanship of these great Daedra has finally born fruit.My mind is not what it once was. If my memory fails me, at least these notes can help the others keep the craft alive.One would be foolish to forge weapons from gold, as it is far too soft. And yet the golden blades of the Saints are nimble and harder than steel. How could this be? The trick appears to be three fold: First, the structure of the piece must be reinforced with refined moonstone. Second, the gold must be hammered into place while the gold is heated just below its melting point. Third, the introduction of the heart of a Daedra to the forge when heating the piece so it can be hammered into shape completely transforms the attributes of the metal, giving it its uncanny hardness.The process for forging the dark armor of the Seducers is similar, but requires more finesse, as you must balance shaping the unyielding ebony with malleable quicksilver. The heat applied must be very precise or the shape and integrity of the equipment will be ruined. As before, introduce the Daedric heart to the forge as you heat the material. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Jonquil’s Journal | This book was included in Farming from the Creation Club23th of First SeedUrval wanted so badly to make a go at being farmers, so here we are now with our own rocky plot of land and a ruined old farmhouse with a leaky roof. It’s not what I dreamed of, but we’ll make the best of it.At least the soil’s good, even if it’s full of boulders. I’ll be able to get a nice garden going, with all the ingredients I need for my potions. The income from that should get us through the first winter, if nothing else.10th of Second SeedI found a secret room walled off in the basement. It will do nicely for my alchemy lab; I love my husband dearly, but he can be a pig-headed dolt when it comes to the gentle magics of the earth. If it weren’t for my potions, little Rin would have perished last winter from a fever.1st of FrostfallOur plantation is doing well enough, but Urval’s eyes are getting bigger than his purse. He was talking of purchasing a wagon recently, like we don’t sometimes struggle to put food on the table. A wagon, honestly!I’ve seen the ugly looks he gives my potions and herbs, but where else are we going to get the money for all the things he buys? Next thing you know, he’ll be trying to buy another farm!13th of Mid YearRin’s gone missing. We’ve looked everywhere, but we can’t find find him. His little wooden sword is missing too – gods perserve me, I hope he hasn’t run off! He doesn’t realize how dangerous it is out there on the tundra.16th of Mid YearIt’s been three days now. My little boy is still gone. I don’t like how <Alias=Husband> is looking at me – his eyes are too dark, too still, like a frozen lake. I think I even heard him mutter something about “getting what I deserve.”Could he have…? No, I dare not even put the thought to paper.He did it. He must have. That monster killed my son, and now he looks at me with those hate-filled eyes and a mocking smirk. He despises my alchemical arts so much that he took my son from me to punish me.I’ve never brewed poison before, but I know how it’s done. I know how to bottle death. A few drops in his mead and my child will be avenged.It is done. The gods will damn me, but they will damn him more for the murder of a child. Rin, I’m so sorry. I wish I could have-Wait, I hear someth |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Journal | Well, after all my years living in these woods, it looks like the Rockjoint will finally be the end of me. I guess that’s fine. All my friends are long dead. The only one left is poor Meeko. He was always a loyal companion, and I know he’ll be able to take care of himself. I hope someday I’ll see him again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Journal of a Madman | They said it was impossible. They, not me. I knew! The book knew. It knows all. And I know all. All I need to know. To fly! They laughed. The others were afraid. Don’t even try, they said. They said it was impossible. They, not me. The book is filled with knowledge. The book fills me. With knowledge. Secret hidden knowledge. My knowledge. I must hide the knowledge. Hide it away deep inside. I will eat the book. A page at a time. Slowly. Slowly. I will become one with the knowledge contained on its pages. In its pages. In me! The knowledge of flight. They said it was impossible. Ha! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Journal of Drokt | I weren’t never one for writing about my life. The king-priests of old deserve their stories told, but Drokt is a simple man. So this isn’t no journal and I’m not telling any stories here. But this infernal machine done worked its way into my brainspace and I won’t leave till it’s figured out.The whole contraption just sets like a dead horker if it doesn’t have the box. Putting the box in the hole made it all come to life.Five rings, but only four buttons? Most of of ’em don’t work most of the time anyhows. When the lights line up, more open, but they don’t seem to help. Just make another damned thing move.The old fleabag Khajiit what sold me this cube said something about “the light through the knowledge through the machine rests on the cube.” I remember because he made me say it back at him till I wanted to throttle him.So I did.Tried to leave, but wolves to the top and them eyeless freaks outside the tower. Gotta stay here till I get it right.And I will get it right. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Journal of Mirtil Angoth | This book originally appeared in Falmeri glyphs, but the letters decipher directly into English.Translated from Falmer Textby Calcelmo of Markarth4th of Evening StarI used to dream of fighting in battles like my Father. He had begun teaching me to fight the moment I was able to pick up a blade. Mother had argued that I was too young, but he paid her no mind. I can still remember the elation I felt the first time I bested Father in a match and the look of pride on his face. If it were up to him I know he would have allowed me to join him in battle. With me at his side he may have fared better. Now with Father and so many others slain, the Old Ones claim we are left with too few warriors to continue the fight. I was not the only Young One to speak out in protest, but our small voices went unheard. It has been decided that we must flee to seek help and protection. 8th of Evening StarNews has reached us that the great Snow Prince has fallen in battle. The urgency to go into hiding has left many of us scattered and those of us still together unsure of which direction to turn. In the long hours of night we keep huddled together always fearing the worst until the first light of the blessed sun. May Auri-El guide our footsteps. 13th of Evening StarIn the night I overheard the Old Ones whispering secrets of the underground and the Dwemer who dwell there. I thought back on stories Father once told me of these dwarves, heroic tales of honor and glory. The Old Ones must know of these stories for it has been decided that we will change course upon first light. I feel hopeful that the Dwemer will help us to avenge our fallen and reclaim our land. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Karan’s Journal | 8th of FrostfallOh, Talvur! Dear, sweet Talvur! I can’t stop thinking about him! Since that first moment I laid eyes on him in the marketplace, my heart was lost. But Father would never allow me to marry a commoner, much less a poor Dunmer miner. Mara, what to do?11th of Sun’s DawnAnother letter from Talvur, the third this week. He says he can’t live without me, that he’d rather die than lose me to another. Oh, I feel the same way!I can’t abide this any longer. Father is sure to find out eventually – the maids are all aflutter over my “secret love.” Something will slip. Talvur and I must be long gone by then, or Father will have all the Reach up in arms against him.22nd of First SeedI’ve convinced Father to take me on his next trip out east. When we reach the inn at Old Hroldan, I’ll slip out at night and meet Talvur in the hills above Soljund’s.Talvur says he’s been saving his wages for the last few months, stowing them away in the old stump up there. With that, we should be able to buy passage to Riften, and our freedom. Oh, love, I can’t wait another hour! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Katria’s Journal | 17th of Sun’s HeightDamn that scheming elf! Damn him! He steals my notes, my discovery, and publishes it under his name! Twenty years of my life spent digging through those ruins, and what do I get? A dedication? ‘Friend and Colleague’ my arse. He’s just mocking me!Well, I’ll have the last laugh. Taron may have my theory, but he doesn’t have any proof, not yet. If I can find the Forge first, I can show the world this is my discovery. Mine, not his!4th of Last SeedI’ve got a lead. One of the moldy old books in Mzund mentioned the Forge. Ruined through and through, but I was able to copy down a few scraps, including a map of the first-era Dwemer kingdoms. Need to cross-reference it with modern borders when I get back.Here’s the result:1 – ArkngthamzThis one, ‘Arkngthamz’, was on the inscription, too. Apparently the main Aetherium research center. Seems like the place to start.2 –Mentioned as a ‘Bthar-zel’ (‘allied city’?). Not Bthardamz, though. Looks like a smaller site, north or northwest of there, on the river.3 –The primary source of Aetherium. Extracted from some deeper mine?4 –A storage site for raw Aetherium, just outside a major city. Apparently, it had to be kept outside because the Aetherium was ‘harmonically volatile’.5 –No name, no identifying information, but page after page of ruined diagrams. Couldn’t make out much, but it looks like – an astrolabe, a gear, some sort of crest in four pieces? Could this be the location of the Forge? Something important, at least.22nd of Last SeedArkngthamz. My map may be rough, but it was enough to get me here. There may be something to this after all.23rd of Last SeedReached the Treasury. There’s a Tonal Lock here, still active. Judging from the corpses, it’s safe to say the traps are still active, too.Couldn’t find any clues, so I’ll make a sketch and work through this carefully. Five Resonators. Five tones. Just have to hit them in the right order. Let’s see… |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kevon’s Note | Book added by Dead Man’s Dread from the Creation ClubFifteen men, a sunken treasure, and a lost ship. That’s what I left behind.It took less than a day to sail to Blackbone Isle. Captain said we needn’t worry about the cold, so we left the furs and packed the steel.Seemed like an odd thing. No one but us knew about this place. Still, didn’t matter much as we were making good time. I reckon we were about a league away from the cave when all of a sudden, the wind died.They came up behind us, sabres rattling like ice wraiths. Next thing I hear is the screams.I jumped onto the skiff, cut the bastard loose and started to paddle. Didn’t have time to look back.Now, time’s all I got. Maybe if we had more men, or a sodding priest, we could’ve made it.I’ve got the map at least. Hid it under a loose brick behind the bench. I just need to get out of this dungeon before the sickness takes me. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Khajiit’s Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Daedric Plate from the Creation ClubKhajiit finally got a lead on Edward. It seems he and his bandit friends fled north to Skyrim.But when he spoke to the guard captain, he tells Khajiit the bounty on Edward has already been claimed. A ripe old adventurer showed up to the barracks on a horse, dragging the Breton’s corpse up behind him.They tell Khajiit the body is buried at the far end of the cemetery in Falkreath. Khajiit will take a shovel and dig him up.After all, there are ways to die and not be dead. Khajiit has heard of potions that mimic death, slowing the heart to barely beat. If so, then Edward might still be out there.To that end, this one has heard rumors of a bandit wearing Daedric Plate, plying his blood trade at Knifepoint Ridge. Originally Khajiit did not think Edward the type to live in an abandoned mine. But now he is not so sure.Edward may have fooled the guard, but Khajiit won’t believe he is truly dead until he sees it with his own eyes. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kinthal’s Journal | Book added by Saints and Seducers From the Creation ClubEven though we no longer raid with the backstabbing Seducers, we still work for that wizard Thoron. He’s been paying us handsomely to turn over Ri’saad’s caravan, looking for any trinkets that seem strange.A week ago we found a sword unlike anything we’ve ever seen. Thoron’s face lit up when he saw it. “This could be it,” he said. Something about a “bridge.” He’s probably lost it. No sword is worth how much he paid us for it. Won’t hear us complaining, though.We see Thoron once a month so he can have a look at our spoils. Everything he doesn’t want, we split and sell. Nice and clean. When we’re done, he skulks off back to that lair of his in Solitude. What he does there is anyone’s guess. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kodlak’s Journal | In my dream, I see the line of Harbingers start with Ysgramor. Each of them ascends to Sovngarde, until we come to Terrfyg, who first turned us to the ways of the beast. He tries to enter Sovngarde, but before he can even approach Tsun, he is set upon by a great wolf, who pulls him into the Hunting Grounds, where Hircine laughs with welcoming arms.Terrfyg seems regretful, but also eager to join Hircine after a lifetime of service as a beast.Then I see every next Harbinger turn away from Sovngarde and enter the Hunting Grounds of their own accord. Until it comes to me, and I see great Tsun on the misty horizon, beckoning me. It appears I have a choice. And then, at my side, a stranger I had not seen before. As I look into [his/her] eyes, we turn to see the same wolf who dragged away Terrfyg, and [player’s name] and I draw weapons together.I realize this is only a dream, but a strong enough dream to inspire a man like me to take to writing, so it must be of some import.I’ve spoken of my thoughts to the Circle, withholding the part about the stranger lest Skjor worry I will no longer seek his counsel, and I was not surprised to see them torn by it. Skjor and Aela are strong in the ways of the beast, and even seemed to suggest that the Hunting Grounds would be their choice of afterlife, if it were truly a choice.Vilkas seemed most troubled. The boy is as fierce as a sabre cat in battle, but his heart’s fire burns too brightly at times. He felt deceived, and I don’t blame him. Farkas didn’t know what to think, but I believe he will come around with me and his brother eventually. He usually does.I don’t know what to do about Skjor and Aela. I know they respect the Companions, and me, but they take to the blood more deeply than the rest of us.Fortune smiles upon us. Yesterday, Vilkas was telling me how difficult it had been for him to give up his transformations. Until we can pursue a true cure, the twins and I have chosen not to give in to the beastblood. For me, it’s provided a clearer head, but Vilkas seems to be suffering a bit for it. Farkas seems completely untroubled. That boy continues to amaze with his fortitude.While Vilkas was confiding, through the shadows of Jorrvaskr, I saw a newcomer approach, who wished to join our numbers. It was the stranger from my dream, the one who would stand with me against the beast. Vilkas began speaking obliquely, not wishing to air our problems in front of our guest, and I had to be doubly cautious to not reveal anything of our secrets to the newcomer while also not revealing the details of my dream to Vilkas. I don’t know how the politicians deal with these sorts of machinations daily.In any case, I’ve sent Vilkas to test the newcomer. We’ll see if [he/she] is truly the great warrior I dreamt of.This newcomer, it seems, is made of decent stock. [He/she] calls [himself/herself] [player’s name], and has already impressed some of the Circle with [his/her] mettle. I still keep my own counsel on [his/her] place in my dream, for now. Let us see what kind of destiny [he/she] is carving before hitching to [him/her].In the meanwhile, I look for ways of cleansing my blood. The writings and legends on the subject are sparse and contradictory. I don’t wish to engage any wizardry on this matter, but I fear they may be the only ones who best know how to navigate these worlds of knowledge.It’s apparent to me now that Terrfyg’s choice to turn us was indeed a mistake. Magics and their ilk are not in keeping with the spirit of the Companions. We face our problems directly, without the needs of such trickery. I can only hope to guide us back to the true path of Ysgramor before the rot takes me.[Player’s name] continues to impress. I don’t know yet where [he/she] will stand on the question of the blood, but the question has not been presented yet. [He/she] does know that we carry the beastblood, and appears curious about it. Soon enough, I can explain our troubles, and hopefully see what role [he/she] will play.I’m amazed that Aela thinks she can keep a secret among this drunken rabble. Especially with the loss of Skjor (my heart aches), emotions are fraying, and the walls of discretion are the first to fall.Apparently she and [player’s name] are waging their own separate war against the Silver Hand, in retaliation for Skjor’s death. Their hearts are noble, but the course of vengeance is running hot, and I fear the counterstroke that may come if they do not rein in their fury.[Player’s name] shows valor, though, even in this more underhanded time. We have not had cause to speak much, and that is something I deeply regret. I have high hopes for [his/her] destiny, as I realized that [his/her] appearance in my dream may indeed mark [him/her] as the Harbinger to succeed me.I have received few dreams over the course of my life, but when they come, I have learned to trust them. I have also learned to trust the instincts of my heart, which tells me that [player’s name] can carry the Companions legacy as truly as any residing in Jorrvaskr, especially with the loss of Skjor. Aela is too solitary, Vilkas too fiery, and Farkas too kind-hearted. Only [player’s name]stands as a true warrior who can keep a still mind amidst these burning hearts.I will not speak to [him/her] of any of this, though. It is too much to burden another with. My hope is that [he/she] and I can keep counsel over the coming years, that I can impart the wisdom of the Harbingers. All things in time. Firstly, I will seek [his/her] assistance in the matter of the witches of Glenmoril. It would appear that our path to the cure is not without some poetic justice for the tricksters who first cursed us. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Krag’s Journal | I knew if we dug deep enough we’d eventually hit some fresh ruins. Markarth, a city built upon a city. From early pieces recovered we’ve determined the name of the city is Nchuand-Zel, but past that we have very little info. We’ve been given an escort though and tomorrow we will delve into the city proper.* * * * *It’s only been a day and I already miss my desk and chair. I thought it would be a little more fun to explore, but so far it’s just been fighting spiders and getting to view an occasional rubble pile. Hopefully we get to the main ruin soon so we can set up a camp and I can start cataloguing some of the items I’ve been able to find.* * * * *We found the Armory earlier and Erj has stayed behind to find a way into the main vault. If anyone can open the locks it’s him. We’ve kept going and settled up here for the night since the guards say it will be easy to defend. I’ve put up a few runes just in case. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kyr’s Log | Frostmere Crypt, Week 12What a disaster. We haven’t seen a caravan in a week. We actually lost ground in the tunnels- Thal and his team were crushed when their section collapsed. I’ve heard word of a mutiny. If next week isn’t any better…Frostmere Crypt, Week 13Two new recruits- Eisa and Ra’jirr. Girl said she did time in Cidhna Mine, down in Markarth, and it shows- she’s got more experience than all of us put together. I’ve put her in charge of the dig. Cat’s good with a blade, so I’ve sent him topside with the raiders.Frostmere Crypt, Week 14Tunnel’s going well. Eisa made our first big find just yesterday- buried chest with a couple hundred gold. Topside, Ra’jirr and his team have hit five merchants this week, in and out faster than the guard could respond. Looks like things are finally going my way.Frostmere Crypt, Week 15The tunnel broke out into some kind of giant cavern. There’s whole forest down there- found a nice sword all laid out on some kind of monument and everything. But this is just strange. Eerie. What is this place? Not like any tomb I’ve ever seen.Frostmere Crypt, Week 16I think the cat’s gone crazy. All of a sudden, he can’t focus, keeps muttering to himself. He’s gone from our best raider to our worst- botched two jobs just today. Eisa’s trying to cover for him, but she’s not fooling anyone.Lately, he keeps asking to see my sword, begging to borrow it. Like I’ll let him get his paws on it- it’s beautiful, perfectly balanced, better than any I’ve ever held. Sure, he can have it- right in the gut. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Legate Adventus Caesennius’s Note | Book added by Civil War Champions from the Creation ClubA troop of Stormcloak rebels have challenged us to a battle on the fields of Whiterun. They want us to send a garrision of our greatest champions to fight theirs. I’ve talked to General Tullius and we can’t rule out the possibility this is some kind of trap.After all, the traitors have shown they have little concern for loyalty, it’s doubtful they would give honor the same courtesy.Still, winning this would dispel a lot of the mystique around their warriors. If we win, it’s a huge blow to their morale. If we lose, we’ll let it be known that our champion was just another soldier.Regardless, it’s best we find someone who’s willing to give their life for the cause. If they somehow survive, they’ll have earned the armor we forged them. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Linelle’s Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Dragon Plate from the Creation ClubAt Arcwind Point, the bones of the dead rattle in their stone cages. But the old magic is strong in those mountains, and with the help of the cat who is a rat – a priest of Namira no less – the crow will set them free.With his help, an army of bones will dance to her caw, be they warriors, shadows, or beasts. Yet the cauldron shows the bones of two others – dragons in mortal flesh, who seek to challenge her inside towers of frost and stone.It will be up to the crow to pick both their bones clean. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Log of Elberon the Great | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation Club. These books do not appear in game and only in the files. Volume 1 was not included in the files.Log of Elberon the Great, Vol 5Winter was, not to my surprise, home to a great indoor blizzard and what the mercenaries thought of as artificial stone mountains. Yet they were not mountains, but great towering silos of frozen water. And the cold! Not even the high mountains compared to such chills, and we were soon trading furs amongst ourselves to keep warm! Yet just as soon as the wind had picked up, it died down, the temperature dropping and the icy waters unfreezing, yet still cold. It became clear that if I was to progress through these silos, I would have to take advantage of the variable chill, quickly crossing through paths formed by the ice floes as impromptu bridges. As clever a solution as any solution thought up by me.Log of Elberon the Great, Vol 4As I trundled into the halls of Autumn, a marvelous sight unfolded. Before me lay an enormous stretch of farmland, decrepit and overgrown, but a farm nevertheless. Strange fruits and grains grew in plots, while emaciated chickens ran about all the while tended by massive double-bladed centurions. Did the dwemer find it amusing that the surface-peoples had a whole season dedicated just to harvest, or did they do this as a mockery to some forgotten god of the feast? Whatever the case, I aimed to sample a piece of dwarven produce myself.Though the fruit smelled delicious, it was as hard as a rock, and the insides glowed with a foul light. Yet as dense as the harvest was, I observed the bladed centurions cutting through it with little effort and carrying them off to a hopper at the far end of the fields. While no doubt the blades of these machines would make short work of flesh and armor, my men nevertheless valiantly served as a distraction as I carried the heavy wheat over to the depository, hoping that these offerings would satiate whatever freakish endeavors the dwarves had begun, and gain me access to the rest of the farms.Log of Elberon the Great, Vol 3Summer was a maze of tunnels and pipes, and no doubt centuries of neglect had left the place in a state of pure haywire. Lava spewed from every stone orifice I could see, and unbearable heat made for a precarious journey, and many of the lesser mercenaries turned back to cooler times. But the dwemer had predicted such superheat, indeed no doubt this unbearable weather was what summer meant to them. Even as I pulled myself through the swelter, I noticed repair spiders darting to and fro, ignoring me and heading into side sections, which revealed great levers. Flipping them released some sort of magical coolant, reducing the heat from impossible to merely annoying. Perhaps if enough of these spiders were directed to overheated sections and enough coolant levers flipped, I thought, I could find out what secrets this section of summer beheld.Log of Elberon the Great, Vol 2Spring greeted me with a splash of color, as beautiful flowers grew everywhere. And I do mean everywhere dear reader, as they were wild and hostile, covering the floors and even a few unfortunate corpses. This horrific sight of beauty was soon ruined by the choking air. Thick, toxic pollen floated everywhere, spewed out by the various flowers. Perhaps the dwemer had allergies to surface flora, and saw Spring as nothing more than a season of suffering. While the mercenaries coughed and vomited from the effects, my strong constitution allowed me to notice strange spriggans shambling through the artificial forests. Where they passed, the buds receded, and the air was clean and breathable. Were these the tenders of the gardens, or just a consequence of its existence? Regardless, I endeavored to follow the path of the spriggans, leading me deeper into the ruins. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Lost Caravan Guard’s Note | Book added by Sunder & Wraithguard from the Creation ClubWe crossed into Skyrim under the cover of ashfall. As far as anyone knows, we’re shipping refugees, just one in a long line of vagrant caravans escaping the wrath of the Red Mountain. Normally, a story like that would be enough to get us through, but not this time.Now I’ve been a caravan guard for some time, and I’ve seen some pretty extensive security measures. Locks, chains, the works. One client even had a conjurer summon a daedra to guard his wagon, but even compared to that this seems excessive.For one, everything has a code name. The cargo, the guards, even the horse. As for the caravans, to keep it familiar we’ve each been given a name from one of the Great Houses.Of course, some of the guards didn’t like that part. One of the new bloods said he’d rather bend the knee to a guar than wear the name of House Dres. But Captain Inedos brought him in line with the point of his blade, and the rest followed. You’d think the Red Year would unite us, but it seems like there’s old scars that haven’t healed and old scores that haven’t been settled. But at the end of the day, none of that matters. The job’s the job. Like the Captain said, at least they didn’t name us after the boots.We’ve also got several decoy caravans heading out through Skyrim, all the way to some undisclosed location in Hammerfell. But since that’s not enough, each caravan will meet up at preset checkpoints and swap their items out.That means different decoys traveling different paths every step of the way. With the refugee garb they say we should blend right in, and on the off chance we don’t, we’ve got runners set to flee to the next village, hidden compartments, anything you can think of.Still, if you ask me, all of it sounds like a waste of time. I’m no scholar, but those two bits of cargo don’t look like anything special, just a fancy way to bash some poor f’lah’s skull in.With all the chaos bleeding out of Vvardenfell, we’ve made it to Windhelm without so much as a papercut. Come morning we’re heading out west along the river toward Nightgate Inn. If all goes well we’ll reach the mountain pass by midday. Still, we’d get there sooner if not for all the stops. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Lu-ah’s Journal | Twenty-five years I have grieved for my husband, and sought revenge against the Empire for his death. I have researched the magicks to return his spirit to a body and something about the story of Fjori and Holgeir has drawn me here…———-Holgeir would make the perfect vessel to bring my Saeel back to life.———-I have managed to raise the dead here and use them as laborers to clear the way to the main burial hall. Something about the methods used by the ancient Nords has kept them incredibly well preserved. Would that these Stormcloaks had half their sense. We could have used them to push the elves right off the continent and formed a new state to combat the empire.———-And now, when I am so close, a war breaks out. The sleeping bear of Skyrim, who would not come to aid us in Hammerfell, awakens now that the Empire has abandoned them as well. They think they know suffering at the hands of the Empire? They know nothing. I would see both the Empire and these sons of Skyrim into Oblivion myself. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Lymdrenn Tenvanni’s Journal | Brandyl,I hope this text of your father’s last words finds its way to your hands. I served House Telvanni as a wet nurse during your first months of life and wanted to repay your father’s kindness. I’ve done all I can to locate you, but I regret that we’ll never meet face-to-face.Hidrya Olen4E 6 Second Seed, MiddasIs this the end of all things? Are we to die by the cruel barbed blades of the Argonian invasion force? After surviving the Red Year, struggling to dig from the ash and the rubble, and burying the thousands that died, is this to be our epitaph? The irony of our demise glows brighter than Masser on the summer solstice. We brought this upon ourselves; the Argonians simply answering a rallying cry incited by a millennia of suffrage imposed by my kind. And so here I sit, in the crumbling basement of our family home while a thousand thousand booted feet echo above me and the screams of the dying find their way to my ears. So falls House Telvanni.But then I look into the eyes of this child, this blessing given to us the very year that Vvardenfell spouted its fiery death across the land; this gift I hold my grasp. Is it too much to wish he be given the chance to survive and keep our memories alive? This small boy born in the midst of chaos and destruction must carry on. If nothing else, as a reminder to other dunmer that the Telvanni were once a proud and noble people.Since the death of my wife, I haven’t been able to bring myself to give my son a proper name. It never felt right without her. But my own life reaches its final hours as the luxury of time is escapes my embrace. I name him now: Brandyl, son of Lymdrenn and sole living heir to House Telvanni. I will wrap him in his t’lonya, his birthing swaddle and leave his fate to Azura’s will.Live with virtue and pride, sera. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | M’Sharra’s Confession | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Silver from the Creation ClubM’Sharra enjoyed her fight with the guard. Plus, her new home is better than the last. It is a very tiny cage, but she does not beg for food. It is given.Still, M’Sharra longs to see the night sky. When she was a kitten, the elders warned her that if she stared too long at the moons, they would grow shy, and M’Sharra would never see them again. This made her sad, and so M’Sharra vowed to stop looking at the sky, and kept her head down toward the dirt where the beggars belonged.One day, she tried to steal the silver out of the pockets of a Nord named Tyra. When she heard Khajiit’s story, she took pity on the kitten, and told her that the moons were not the timid creatures she had believed. She said that as long as Khajiit held her head up high, they would shine brighter than any star.From that day on she spent her life in service to the Crimson Dirks. And when she was ready, her new litter-mates forged her an armor made of silver, and in its heart, the piece Tyra had in her pocket so many moons ago.M’Sharra hid the armor in a hut, northwest of Rorikstead. At times, M’Sharra has longed to retrieve it, and wear it proudly.But she must be careful not to let sentiment cloud her judgment. M’Sharra suspects she is being followed. So she will leave the armor for another. Besides, it is not the silver in the armor or the moonlight in the sky that M’Sharra treasures, but the friends she has lost. Perhaps in death, she will see them again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | M’Sharra’s Diary | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Silver from the Creation ClubM’Sharra has a secret.Not a bad secret, like the Battle-Born’s secret affair. Not a boring secret, like the shopkeeper who hates his sister. M’Sharra’s secret is too good to be believed.M’Sharra did not always spend her days like this, a cat who pretends to be a dog. No, M’Sharra used to be a bandit warrior, a member of the Crimson Dirks – famous rogues wanted by the East Empire Company, the Clan Mothers of Elsweyr, and lawbringers from here to the Summerset Isles. If the guards only knew, they would come kill her. That is why M’Sharra can never tell.But her time is short. She longs for company. The other day she took to begging outside the city, and saw her litter-mate, Zaharia, walk through the gates. M’Sharra called her by name, but the Redguard ignored her. M’Sharra is sure she heard her, and it made her sad to know this.M’Sharra does not want to die a rug. Perhaps she will do something mischievous, and get the Whiterun guards to attack. Then she will be a warrior once more. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Manufactory Repair Parts | This book was included in Nchuanthumz: Dwarven Home from the Creation ClubThe Manufactory assembly lines are out of order. It seems if I press one of the side buttons on the main console, I can summon a dwarven sphere overseer. I’ll need to give it the following in order for it to be able to repair the system:3 large cogs3 actuators1 units of oil |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Margret’s Journal | Meeting at the Treasury House later today. Took them long enough. These people act like they own everything.Thonar Silver-Blood is the younger brother, but he’s obviously the one in charge. Makes all the deals, bullies local landowners into selling to him. Even employs that wispy girl at the door to deter “trouble-makers” like me.General Tullius is growing impatient, but I’ll bring back the deed to Cidhna Mine. On my life, I won’t allow a group of Stormcloak sympathizers to own the prison to the most notorious criminals of the Reach. They say no one escapes. Why? Is it really that secure?Maybe I’ve played my hand too soon by rushing the confrontation with Thonar. There are shadows around every corner in this city, and I know I’m being watched. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Master Ellane’s Last Words | Book added by Arms of Chaos from the Creation ClubIf you’re reading this, it means I’m dead, a fate I’m sure brings a smile to your face, if you’re standing on your head anyway. Otherwise it would just be a frown, and we can’t have that. That would be far too predictable.For who doesn’t appreciate a little chaos? Maybe I’ll finish this sentence by saying flying horker loaf. Hopefully now your frowns are facing the right direction.After all, neither rhyme nor reason has a home here. Fire is water, up is down, right is wrong. Death is life.And so like Dalak to Loreth before me, I speak to you now, dear apprentice, from inside this box. A wise sage might caution you to be careful when you follow my path, lest you end up in the same place.But I have never claimed to be wise. To me, death is yet another adventure, another possibility to explore. The same should be true of your life. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Matriarch Drevlan’s Journal | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubWhen I first entered the great chamber, I was there again, in the High Chapel, nestled in her glow.Great pillars surrounded the stone where the Goddess Almalexia once stood. As if it were washed in the fire, Mournhold had shed its skin to reveal a temple of rock and bone.I knew then that this stone was the heart of our Goddess. And through faith, love, and sweat, we have slowly restored Her flesh.Now that she is almost complete, my thoughts turn to my old friend, Erden Relvel. He was the Diviner whose scrying brought us to this holy place. Without him, none of this would be possible. Yet time and toil changed him, to the point I questioned his devotion. Wherever he is, I hope he has regained his love for Her.Regardless, our work does not end there. With Her Hands to guide me, we will rid this world of her dissidents. We will reunite the fires of hope and truth under Her banner and theirs, and let the light of ALMSIVI shine on servants and apostates alike. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Medresi’s Notes | The Journal of Medresi DranOn Angarvunde:Whispers of this ancient temple have been few and far between, and most real knowledge seems similar to Angarvunde itself; buried and forgotten. Yet, every story or legend I hear all seem to speak of immeasurable riches found deep within.“Great treasure waits for the worthy adventurer,” said one old fool after many false flirtations and tankards of mead. Though he may have been a nuisance, his information matches most of my research, specifically the location of Angarvunde.Tomorrow I will hire a mining team to assist me in my excavation and head towards the ruin. By this time next month, I shall be rich!-M.D. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Mercenary’s Note | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubIt’s been two days since we’ve heard from the mage.He told us to wait here at camp, but everyone’s tired of stripping spiders for loot. The mage promised us fortune and glory, but if the fool got himself killed, none of us get paid. That’s a problem.Still, I’m not sure we should leave just yet. Something about this place feels off.Maybe it’s the air. One minute it’s dry enough to crack your throat. Other times, it’s wet enough to drown you. In most ruins, it’s easy to lose track of time. But here, I feel like I’m losing my mind.Last night I decided to step outside and take a breath. Maybe just seeing the sun again would help me keep my wits. When I got back to camp, sweating from the heat, I told one of the other mercs she should do the same. She told me she already did, but it was too damn cold. I wasn’t sure what she meant until I saw the snow on her boot. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Merchant’s Journal | I begged my husband not to go, but he just wouldn’t listen. He said if he delayed the shipment even another week, the Legion would find someone else to take it south.Let them keep their blasted money. The road to Whiterun is dangerous these days, everyone knows it. So many caravans have been attacked, so many travellers vanished into thin air. Some say it’s only bandits, but there are rumors of worse. Goblins. Ghosts. Witches.Twenty years we’ve been married now, and I can’t bear the thought of losing him. I’m not letting him go alone, not this time. We live or die together. Mara preserve us. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Merilar’s Journal | I know what he’s planning. Does he really think he can take all the credit for discovering these spiders? Next time he goes into the safety cage to do whatever it is he does with those spiders, I’ll lock the door. He’ll have no choice but to listen to me then.What does he mean about me not being right in the head? There’s nothing wrong with me. He’s the one trying to steal my discovery! Does he think I don’t see what he’s doing? There’s nothing wrong with me. Nothing!He keeps talking to me like I’m insane. I’m not insane! Who said I’m insane? Did I say I was insane? I’ll show him insane!It doesn’t matter. He’ll see what real power is. The chanting we heard just outside the main chamber must mean there’s something extremely powerful there. If I can get my hands on that energy and bring it back, who knows what kind of discoveries we can make from it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Mila’s Note on Very Secret Treasure | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubMILA’S VERY SECRET TREASURESTOP READING NOW! Or I’ll tell mom and the guards! It’s illegal to read things that don’t belong to you!If you’re still reading, it must be because we’re friends and I want you to have the treasure at my secret hiding spot!I have a place where I like to play behind Dragonsreach. I pretend I have my very own vegetable stall, just like mom! That’s where I keep my best treasure. I keep it all locked up so Braith can’t take it.My favorite flower is also in there, and a really big bug I found last week. I didn’t kill it, it was dead when I found it. Honest! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Miner’s Journal | 3rd of Hearthfire, 4E 200You know, just when you think you’ve hit bottom, sometimes the Aedra throw you a rope. Since the rebels took over the mines in these parts, I haven’t been able to find work anywhere. And along comes Bern, my old partner, with an deed to some old gold mine out in the hills.It’s been too long since we did a job together- what, four years now? Nice to finally work with someone who knows the business. Sounds like the place was a steal, too.22nd of Hearthfire, 4E 200No one sells a mine for a song. I figured the place would be in bad shape, but not this bad- barely a glorified cave. There may have been gold here once, but we don’t even have a vein to start with.We struck out at random. Three weeks digging the lower tunnel, but nothing to show for it yet.15th of First Seed, 4E 201Nothing. No gold, no gems, no ore, not even any useful stone- the rocks around here crumble the moment you stack one on another. I’m ready to toss it in, but Bern wants to keep on going. “Just a little farther, Hadrir.” “We’re so close, Hadrir.” Bah.Bern wants me to head back to Riften for supplies next week. Might give me a chance to cool down.29th of First Seed, 4E 201So I come back, and- nothing. No sign of Bern. It’s like he just up and left. No blood, no struggle, he just ran out on me, I suppose.I’ve waited three days, and he’s not coming back. I’m going to head back to Riften and see if I can find him, or find some other work there. No sense wasting any more time here.Bern, if you find this- I expected better from you. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Mysterious Altar | This book was included in Bittercup from the Creation ClubI was two days into my journey from Markarth when the ataxia struck. I thought if I bit down on a piece of cloth it would distract me from the pain, but eventually my joints could bear the weight no longer.I stopped at the Roadside Ruins looking for a place to rest. It was there, in the briars of an autumn fog, that I came across a strange altar rooted in the ground. Beside it stood an old woman, who I took for its keeper.Taking note of my apprehension, the old woman beckoned me forward. Wordlessly she raised her hand, and directed it toward the altar. She was asking me to choose.In my travels I have passed through hagraven camps and seen many a twisted thing, but none like this. Placed in its gnarled hands were three empty bowls, and a cup to fill them.At last the old woman spoke, with an accent I couldn’t place. The first bowl, she said, would grant you power. The second would bring you fortune. The third, however, would offer you nothing at all.Looking back now, I can’t tell you if any of this was real, or some hallucination I dreamt up to cope with the fever. Or it could be the altar was no different than a standing stone, a tribute to a god long forgotten. Still, I felt compelled to ask the woman how and where I would find my boon. She said it would come to me.Unfortunately, the ataxia has cursed me with sleeplessness. Worse yet, the disease has progressed to a point that I fear I will not live to see the outcome of my choice. A shame, as I wonder even now if I have made the right one.–Rulnik Wind-Strider |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Naara’s Journal | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubMy old master was a collector of things. Skeletons, staves, and priceless artifacts. The most prized of which were the helm and staff of Mannimarco himself, the King of Worms.The old master was also a collector of apprentices, which in our trade are even more dangerous than the artifacts. He was aware of my ambition, and where it would end. He knew I would steal his artifacts and kill anyone who stood in my way, himself included.So like any good necromancer would do, he made sure his trap would ensnare me even beyond the grave.The doors are blocked by some kind of invisible ward, but there must be a way to remove it. The master was nothing if not circumspect, and he would’ve left himself an out were he to fall victim to his own trap.In fact, I think he aimed to make a game of it. His final words to me were, “start with the map.”I’ve tried to make sense of the clue, and have made some progress. The flags seem to represent the torches. I just have to remove the right ones. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Naara’s Plea | This book was included in Gallows Hall from the Creation ClubLET ME OUTGET OUT OF MY HEADOPEN THE DOOR |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Necromancer’s Journal [Bone Wolf] | Book added by Bone Wolf from the Creation ClubThis is truly remarkable. Through my experiments with these undead wolves, I have discovered a method to increase my power.By consuming their totems; objects that bind them between life and death itself,I can bind their spirits to my own life force.I have already consumed two totems and their hosts are now completely under my control. But this is not enough, I need a third totem to be sure. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Necromancer’s Journal [Plague of the Dead] | This journal is a part of the Skyrim Creation Club content, Plague of the Dead.3rd of Sun’s Height, 4E 201An apprentice of mine recently discovered an ancient tome in a forgotten cavern during a gathering expedition. This tome is like nothing I’ve seen in a very long time. I believe it’s a conjuration spell of sort, but I can’t be certain.I’ll need to spend some time deciphering this. It could be quite valuable to us.18th of Sun’s Height, 4E 201I’ve spent the last several weeks working tirelessly to decipher this ancient tome. It’s just as I suspected; It is indeed a conjuration spell. However, the creature summoned is especially vicious. An undead zombie of wonderfully putrid potency that appears to be much more active in the late night hours.I’m not stopping now. I plan to create an even more powerful version of this spell. As Molag Bal as my witness I shall have a zombie horde at my command before long.15th of Last Seed, 4E 201Nothing could have prepared me for the power I am about to wield. The whole of my training has been for this moment. Soon, my apprentices and I shall perform a ritual the likes of which has not been seen in centuries, and bring forth an undead army, powerful and willing to do my bidding. Its power will radiate across Skyrim, bringing forth waves of undead from the darkness.The time is at hand! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Nepo’s Journal | I grow guilt-ridden in my old age. So many of the young sent to their deaths. All in the name of the Forsworn. All in the name of Madanach.My king. Who watches us from behind the iron bars of Cidhna Mine. How long have I served you? Since the uprising against the Nords? Was there ever a time when all that violence hasn’t over-shadowed our destinies?What choice do I have but to do as I am instructed? |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Nightgate Inn Patron’s Note | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Iron from the Creation ClubI just want to talk about this amazing inn, and how great the service is. The innkeeper is a kind, helpful host, who is so effortless in his laziness that he didn’t bother to read past this point.That’s right, this inn is the worst. The literal worst. Of course, even if you can get past the bad service, the garbage food, and the ghost living downstairs, they’re also bloody traitors!Not only do they rent to filthy Elves, I spotted one of them hide something in a barrel out back. I’d grab it myself, but it’s probably covered in some disgusting Elven disease that would take nine of the world’s greatest alchemists and a human sacrifice to cure.If I weren’t a wanted man, I’d burn down the barrel along with this sorry excuse for an inn. For now, this letter will have to do. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Nivenor’s Journal | Nivenor Book added by Grey Cowl from the Creation ClubI’ve always despised my husband’s charity, but at least it was just coin. Then he let that stranger into our home for dinner.He was an odd sort, prone to forgetfulness and a wandering eye. I wasn’t sure if he was staring at my bosom or the amulet around my neck, but stare he did. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome, but I wasn’t about to flirt in front of my husband.Besides, it turns out he wasn’t staring at me at all. He actually wanted to know about the creepy doll behind me, and asked if I was expecting.I told him I wasn’t, and the doll was for one of Bolli’s charity cases. Erikur in Solitude asked us to take in a child for reasons that are beyond me. I told Bolli I wanted nothing to do with the urchin, but my husband is stubborn when it comes to his bleeding heart.Luckily, a few days after the dinner, the boy just disappeared, and I know better than to care. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Noes on Tamed Rabbit | Book added by Pets of Skyrim from the Creation Club14th of Second SeedThe rabbits here seem particularly adept at sniffing out potion ingredients. I recently found one nibbling on my thistle plants and managed to capture it. It is my hope that I will be able to train it to lead me to the most bountiful flora.22nd of Second SeedThe rabbit (which I have decided to name Thistle, in honor of the carefully cultivated plants it managed to destroy) is showing great promise. It has proven to be quite tame and even rather intelligent. Getting it to respond to commands, however, can be a bit of a trial. I’ve resorted to plying it with carrots. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Amber and Madness Ore | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation ClubThis sample of madness ore was discovered deep in a Nordic ruin. It shouldn’t have… no, COULD NOT have been there before!My time spent with the sword has had an impact far greater than I ever could have ever imagined! My reach has grown far beyond these twisting tunnels. This is wonderful news! Perhaps even more such fragments have appeared in the unlikeliest of places.That said, working this material into a usable form has proven… difficult. Raw amber equally so. This is a job better suited for a master blacksmith with deep knowledge of the arcane. Someone like Evethra.A peerless smithy and my confidant in learning the hidden sides of spellcraft, Evethra would no doubt be able to work out the secrets of amber and madness ore. If she hasn’t gone completely mad by now, that is. I shall have the Seducers deliver her a sample of each. With any luck, she still hones her craft north of Mistwatch even after all these years. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Autumn | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubMage says we have to harvest wheat and stuff it in the depositories.Only I don’t know which wheat goes in which container. Seems like the symbols on the signs and the depositories might be a clue, but they all look the same and it’s making my head hurt.Shor’s Bones, this isn’t what I signed up for. If I wanted to work on a farm I’d go back to Rorikstead. The treasure better be worth it. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Spring | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubTrying to make it inside, but thick roots are barring the way.The boss says the branches are connected to the spriggans, so stabbing one might make them flinch. But it’s kind of hard to stab what you can’t see. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Strange Arms and Armor | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation ClubMy back is killing me carrying all this loot back to the camps. Thoron says the gear is better than anything a blacksmith could forge. “Remnants of an ancient battle between the Golden Saints and Dark Seducers themselves,” he tells us. Still, I have my doubts. What’s a wizard know about stopping an Ebony arrow coming at your forehead with a poison tip and a full gust of wind”Plus it don’t look right, and it doesn’t feel right. Still, the boss swears by it, and if I call our great leader a liar, I’m a dead man come morning.Still, if he asks me to bring one of those creepy looking bugs back for him, that’s where I draw the line. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Summer | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubThe boss says we can use one of those control rods to make the metal crawlies open the way.Supposedly you just point the thing at one of those round waypoints and the spider does the rest, but I don’t know how to fire the rod. I just hope I figure it out before I collapse from all this heat. I can almost smell my blood cooking. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on the Demented Elytra Nymph | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation ClubCan’t believe we carried this bug the whole way here, cage and all. Always afraid it’s going to find a way through the bars and eat me in my sleep. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on the Manic Elytra Nymph | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation ClubWe found a buyer for the strange creature we’ve hauled all the way from… well, best not to say. Not a day too soon, as its chittering keeps waking me up at all hours of the night. Just a few more days. If the coin is worth it, we’ll have to go back for more of these things. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on the Target | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubMy sources tell me the courier in charge of carrying the mask is a Redoran Guard.It seems, however, our guard has plans of his own for the mask. He’s arranged a meeting with a buyer after midnight, in the cellar of the Old Attius Farm.His greed angers the Goddess. Dispose of them both and return the artifact to her rightful hands. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Note on Winter | Book added by Forgotten Seasons from the Creation ClubTwo steps into winter and I can’t feel my toes.Now the mage says we’re gonna have to jump fifty feet into water so cold it’ll crack your bones. This is all Bjorn’s fault, I wanted to try the Summer room but I drew the sodding short straw. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Notes on Dissection | Book added by Vigil Enforcer Armor Set from the Creation ClubWe were to leave the Vigilants for the ritual, but this one fought with the Silver Hand. It was not clear who his master was.After we fed, the master bade us to examine the body, to see what else we could learn of our condition.Bone anatomy seems largely unchanged. Blood and organ samples have been taken to the alchemist.The bite marks on the shoulder are curious. Need to rule out the possibility of werewolf contamination. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Notes on the Blacksmith | Book added by Saints and Seducers from the Creation ClubOur blacksmith, Joften, has gone mad. Most of the time he spouts nonsense. This all started three days ago. Now he won’t even pick up his hammer. We’ve tried to talk since into the lout, but it’s like he doesn’t even see us.He wrote down the means to forge our Golden arms and armor, and that of the Seducers, but he never told a soul where he left the blasted notes! If we weren’t holding out hope that he might snap out of it, we would have already parted his head from the rest of him.Lately he has been going on about “playing under the bridge,” like he were still a child. “That’s where I always hid my toys,” he said. I know his kin used to live around Half Moon Mill. We should round up some folks to have a look. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | [Home Name] Furnishings | [Player Name],After a careful review of the building plans for [home name], your house in [City], I can offer you an additional option for furnishing your home: if you wish, you can now purchase a children’s bedroom set. I have arranged to update your Home Decorating Guide accordingly.As always, please speak with me if you would like to purchase this or any other furnishings for your house.Sincerely,[Steward name]Steward of [City] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | A Note [Dragonborn] | Meet me here at midnight. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | A Request to Meet | Book added by Saints and Seducer from the Creation Club.Thank you for your efforts to protect my realmI believe you possess something that I am in search of, and I require it before I return home. It is the artifact from the Shivering Isles that served as the focus of Thoron’s depraved rituals.Meet me beneath the arch of Solitude, upon the shore, so that we might make an exchange.— S |
Write a book about Skyrim. | A Scrawled Note | Malyn Varen’s death will not go unpunished. Find the holder of Azura’s Star and enact vengeance, or it will go your souls I rend for my enchantments. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | A Warning | Delvin,Master of sneaking, huh? If I ever catch you trying to sneak a peek at me while I’m bathing in the lake again, I’ll cut off your most valuable asset.Vex |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Adril’s Survey Results | Councilor Morvayn,Below are the results of the survey you requested.The Bulwark needs extensive repair. Ash is beginning to seep through the cracks inside the barracks and weakening the structure.Repairs to the docks have been completed. We can now accommodate two ships at once if need be.We’ve lost a total of twenty-six Redoran Guard in the last two years. We’ve seen ten replacements in the last five.There’s been no improvement in the condition of the water around the island. While there are fish still present, there are nowhere near enough to sustain us as a fishing town.As you can see, we are in desperate need of relief. Sorry to be the bearer of such bad news, but I’m only doing as you requested.Adril |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Aeri’s Note | Jarl Skald the Elder,Anga’s Mill will be supplying all the lumber as per your instructions. I hope this will clear up any and all tax burdens my father might have left us with.I refuse to send any of my workers to answer your call for Stormcloak recruits, though. You can either have lumber or you can have soldiers. We can’t do both.Aeri,Owner of Anga’s Mill |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Alethius’s Notes | SaloniaWe’ve been saddled with some researchers who can’t go four steps without examining something and they fight about as well as you’d think… probably worse. Stromm at least has some magical competence but none of them can swing a sword. Erj and Krag seem up to something so I’ll have to keep an eye on them, but Staubs assures me they’re trustworthy.Alethius |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Amaund Motierre’s Sealed Letter | Most esteemed overseer,As was already communicated to your subordinate, I wish to hire your organization for some delicate ambassadorial work. All of this, of course, would culminate in a historic meeting with the Leader himself.In order to secure an audience with the Leader, some secondary meetings must first take place. They have been outlined below.1.) You must attend the upcoming wedding at the Temple of the Divines in Solitude. The bride must be given a gift she will never forget, one that will get all of Solitude to talking and which will, undoubtedly, reach the ears of the Leader himself.2.) A certain high-ranking military officer, permanently stationed in Skyrim, is responsible for securing the Leader’s safety should he choose to schedule a visit. When this officer learns of the Leader’s journey, he will begin the necessary security arrangements. You must learn this officer’s plans, and meet with his people, to ensure appropriate security for your eventual audience with the Leader.3.) Several months ago, the Leader planned a visit to Skyrim that was canceled unexpectedly. In that time, a world renowned chef was contacted, and brought to Skyrim in order to prepare a lavish meal. That chef remains in Skyrim on retainer. You must meet with him, and convince him that it would be your honor to cook for the Leader in his place.I realize these instructions are a bit non-specific, and do apologize, but I feel the vagueness is necessary to ensure security. Surely an organization as esteemed as your own has the means and resources to obtain all the essential information before each meeting can take place.When the final part of our arrangement has been carried out – that is, when you have secured an audience with the Leader himself, and brought such business to a close – I will contact you about final payment.Most sincerely,A friend |
Write a book about Skyrim. | An Appology | Bersi,I got your last request, but there’s no way I’m going near Shroud Hearth Barrow. I know that the trinkets from the Nordic Barrows sell quite well, but it isn’t worth getting killed. You probably think I’m crazy, but I’m certain that the place is haunted and I refuse to become another victim of… whatever lives there. Sorry, old friend.WilhelmVilemyr Inn, Ivarstead |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Anise’s Note | Helgi, dear, why do you hesitate? You can feel the power coursing in your blood! You have only to reach out and grasp it! Renounce that boy of yours and come, come live with me in the forest. My sister will be here soon. Together, we can form a proper coven, and your training will truly begin. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Anonymous Letter | To the Imperial Legion,Who I am is less important than what I know – suffice it to say that I am no friend to the so-called Stormcloak rebels.Through various means it has come to my attention that [steward’s name] had a rather embarrassing indiscretion in [his/her] past. I also happen to know that [victim’s name] is foolishly keeping evidence of this affair.Should you locate that evidence, you might be able to “persuade” [him/her] to help your fight in [hold name]. If forced to chose between his dislike for the Empire or [his/her] love for [himself/herself], [he/she] will most assuredly chose the latter.Sincerely yours,A loyal citizen. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Assassin’s Writ | By order of the Patriarch of [dungeon name], you are to hunt down and slay the Dawnguard agent [player name].[He/She] is believed to be extremely dangerous, even for one of your formidable skill. Strike quickly, sister, then make your escape. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Attention Employees! | Notice to all employees:Lady Black-Briar has requested that all employees be subject to random searches at my discretion. There’s been a rash of missing mead barrels lately, and I won’t tolerate it any longer. Any employee caught with merchandise belonging to Lady Black-Briar will be subject to immediate incarceration in Riften Jail. If you have any objections to this posting, feel free to remove yourself from the meadery permanently.Indaryn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Azadi’s Note | This book was included in Redguard Elite Armaments from the Creation ClubWe’ll be in touch. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Balmora Blue Note | Sabine,Secured the Balmora Blue in the chest under the Wave just like you asked. Put the best lock on it gold can buy. Just remember that we’re splitting the profit.Dyryn |