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Write a book about Skyrim. | Bandit’s Note on the Hidden Treasure | Book added by Saints and Seducers From the Creation ClubAn exotic treasure is said to be hidden in Crystaldrift Cave. Heard it from a coinless trader trying to save his own skin. Going to send a few to see if his story checks out.If the story is true, we need to be sure the Saints don’t find it first. Our benefactor will be pleased. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Beldama Witch’s Note | Book added by Spell Knight Armor from the Creation ClubWe have stalked our sister Daenella for years, reading the feathers and bones, for not even a witch of Beldama can escape the eye of the coven.Using the crow’s sight, we found her upon an altar in the Reach. Time and age did little to fool us. She is the one who betrayed us to the knights.Such an act deserves a cruel death, but simply killing the traitor will not be enough for the ward mother’s vengeance.We will corrupt her beloved’s heart and return it tainted, damning his soul for eternity. She will know this as she dies upon the rock. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Blood Horker Orders | Stig,You and your crew must move quickly. The Company is attempting to resume shipping routes from Sentinel to Windhelm. You can likely intercept off the shore of Dawnstar. Return to Japhet’s Folly when you’ve handled them, and I’ll have your cut, with more instructions.– Haldyn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bolar’s Writ | To he who finds this, know that I, Acilius Bolar, last of the Blades to survive the attack on Cloud Ruler Temple, took refuge here, in this ancient sanctuary. The Thalmor have come for me, but they shall not desecrate this place. I go forth to meet my death with honor. If you are worthy, take up my blade and do the same. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Bounty | By order of [Jarl’s name]:To all able bodied and fearless men and women of [current hold]. The dragon located in [location] has been carrying off livestock, and terrorizing citizens and visitors.A handsome reward will be offered to anyone who kills it.–[Steward’s name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Charwich-Koniinge Letters | Charwich-Koniinge Letters, v16 Suns Height, 3E 411Kambria, High RockMy Dear Koniinge,I hope this letter reaches you in Sadrith Mora. It’s been many weeks since I’ve heard from you, and I hope that the address that I have for you is still up-to-date. I gave the courier some extra gold, so if he doesn’t find you, he is to make inquiries to your whereabouts. As you can see, after a rather tedious crossing, I’ve at long last made my way from Bhoriane to my favorite principality in High Rock, surprisingly literate and always fascinating Kambria. I at once ensconced myself in one of the better libraries here, becoming reacquainted with the locals and the lore. At the risk of being overly optimistic, I think I might have struck on something very interesting about this mysterious fellow, Hadwaf Neithwyr.Many here in town remember him, though few very fondly. When Hadwaf Neithwyr left, so too did a great plague. No one thinks it a coincidence.According to my contacts here, Azura is not his only master. It may be that when he summoned forth the Daedra and accepted her Star, he was doing so for someone named Baliasir. Apparently, Neithwyr worked for this Baliasir in some capacity, but I never could find out from anyone exactly what Baliasir’s line of business was, nor what Neithwyr did for him. Zenithar, the God of Work and Commerce, is the most revered deity in Kambria, which served my (that is to say our) purposes well, as the people are naturally receptive to bribery. Still, it did me little good. I could find nothing specific about our quarry. After days of inquiry, an old crone recommended that I go to a nearby village called Grimtry Garden, and find the cemetery caretaker there. I set off at once.I know you are impatient when it comes to details, and have little taste for Breton architecture, but if you ever find yourself in mid-High Rock, you owe it to yourself to visit this quaint village. Like a number of other similar towns in High Rock, there is a high wall surrounded it. As well as being picturesque, it’s a remnant of the region’s turbulent past and a useful barrier against the supernatural creatures that sometimes stalk the countryside. More about that in a moment.The cemetery is actually outside of the city gates, I discovered. The locals warned me to wait until morning to speak to the caretaker, but I was impatient for information, and did not want to waste a moment. I trekked through the woods to the lonely graveyard, and immediately found the shuffling, elderly man who was the caretaker. He bade me leave, that the land was haunted and if I chose to stay I would be in the greatest danger. I told him that I would not go until he told me what he knew about Hadwaf Neithwyr and his patron Baliasir. On hearing their names, he fled deeper into the jumble of broken tombstones and decrepit mausoleums. I naturally pursued.I saw him scramble down into an enormous crypt and gave chase. There was no light within, but I had planned enough to bring with me a torch. The minute I lit it, I heard a long, savage howl pierce the silence, and I knew that the caretaker had left quickly not merely because he feared speaking of Neithwyr and Baliasir. Before I saw the creature, I heard its heavy breath and the clack of its clawed feet on stone moving closer to me. The werewolf emerged from the gloom, brown and black, with slavering jaws, looking at me with the eyes of the cemetery caretaker, now given only to animal hunger.I instantly had three different instinctive reactions. The first was, of course, flight. The second was to fight. But if I fled, I might never find the caretaker again, and learn what he knew. If I fought, I might injure or even kill the creature and be even worse off. So I elected to go with my third option: to hold my ground and keep the creature within its tomb until the night became morning, and the caretaker resumed his humanity.I’ve sparred often enough unarmored, but surely never with so much at stake, and never with so savage an opponent. My mind was always on danger not only of injury but the dread disease of lycanthropy. Every rake of its claw I parried, every snap of its foaming jaws I ducked. I sidestepped when it tried to rush me, but closed the distance to keep it from escaping into the night. For hours we fought, I always on the defense, it always trying to free itself, or slay me, or both. I have no doubt that a werewolf has greater energy reserves than a man, but it is a beast and does not know how to save and temper its movements. As the dawn rose, we were both nearly unconscious from fatigue, but I received my reward. The creature became a man once again.He was quite considerably friendlier than he had been before. In fact, when he realized that I had prevented him from going on his nocturnal rampage through the countryside, he became positively affable.Here’s what I learned: Neithwyr never returned to High Rock. As far as the old man knows, he is still in Morrowind. I visited the gravesite of his sister Peryra, and learned that it was probably through her that Neithwyr first met his patron. It would seem that she was quite a well-known courtesan in her day, and very well traveled, though she chose to return home to die. Unlike Neithwyr, Baliasir is not far away from me. He is a shadowy character, but lately, according to the caretaker, he has been paying court to Queen Elysana in Wayrest. I leave at once.Please write to me as soon as possible to tell me of your progress. I should be in Wayrest at the home of my friend Lady Elysbetta Moorling in a week’s time. If Baliasir is at court, Lady Moorling will be able to arrange an introduction.I feel confident in saying that we are very close to Azura’s Star.Your Friend,CharwichCharwich-Koniinge Letters, v23 Last Seed, 3E 411Tel Aruhn, MorrowindMy Good Friend Charwich,I only just last week received your letter dated 6 Sun’s Height, addressed to me in Sadrith Mora. I did not know how to reach you before to tell you of my progress finding Hadwaf Neithwyr, so I send this to you now care of the lady you mentioned in your letter, the Lady Elysbetta Moorling of Wayrest. I hope that if you have left her palace, she will know where you’ve gone and can send this to you. And I hope further that you receive it in a timelier manner that I received your letter. It is essential that I hear from you soon so we may coordinate our next course of action.My adventures here have two acts, one before I received your letter, and one immediately after. While you searched for the elusive possessor of Azura’s Star in his homeland to the west, I searched for him here where we understood he conjured up the Daedra Prince and received from her the artifact.Like you, I had little difficulty finding people who had heard of or even knew Neithwyr. In fact, not long after we parted company and you left for the Iliac Bay, I met someone who knew where he went to perform the ceremony, so I left at once to come here to Tel Aruhn. It took some time to locate my contact, for he is a Dissident Priest named Minerath. The Temple and Tribunal, the real powers of Morrowind, tend to frown on his Order, and while they haven’t begun so much of crusade to stamp them out, there are certainly rumors that they will soon. This tends to make priests like Minerath skittish and paranoid. Difficult people to set appointments with.Finally I was told that he would be willing to talk to me at the Plot and Plaster, a tiny tavern without even a room to rent. Downstairs, there were several cloaked men crammed around the tavern’s only table, and they searched me to see if I had any weaponry. Of course, I hadn’t. You know that isn’t my preferred method of doing business.When it decided that I was harmless, one of the cloaked figures revealed himself to be Minerath. I paid him the gold I promised and asked him what he knew about Hadwaf Neithwyr. He remembered him well enough, saying that after he received the Star, the lad intended to return to High Rock. It seemed he had unfinished business there, presumably of a violent nature, which Azura’s Star would facilitate. He had no other information, and I did not know what else to ask.We parted company and I waited for your letter, hoping you had found Neithwyr and perhaps even the Star. I confess that as I lingered in Morrowind and never heard from you, I began to have doubts about your character. You’ll forgive me for saying so, but I began to fear that you had taken the artifact for yourself. In fact, I was making plans to come to High Rock myself when your letter came at last.The tale of your adventure in the cemetery at Grimtry Garden, and the information you gathered from the lycanthropic caretaker inspired me to have another meeting with Minerath. Thus began the second act of my story.I returned to the Pot and Plaster, reasoning that the priest must frequent that area of the city to feel so comfortable setting clandestine meetings there. It took some time searching, but I finally found him, and as luck would have it, he was alone. I called his name, and he quickly drew me to a dark alleyway, nervous that we would be seen by a Temple ordinator.It is a rare and beautiful thing when a victim insists on dragging his killer to a remote location.I began at once asking about this fellow you mentioned, Neithwyr’s mysterious patron Baliasir. He denied ever having heard the name. We were still in that easy, fairly conversational state when I attacked the priest. Of course, he was completely taken by surprise. In some ways, that can be more effective than an ambush from behind. No matter how many times I’ve done it, no one ever expected the friendly man they’re talking to grip them by the neck.I pressed hard against my favorite spot in the soft part of the throat, just below the thyroid cartilage, and it took him too long to react to my lunge and try pushing back. He began to lose consciousness, and I whispered that if I released my grip a little so he could talk and breath, but he tried to call for help, I would snap his neck. He nodded, and I relaxed the pressure, just a bit.I asked him again about Baliasir, and he shook his head, insisting that he had never heard the name. As frightened as he was, it seemed most likely that he was telling the truth, so I asked him more generally if he knew anyone else who might know something about Hadwaf Neithwyr. He told me that there was a woman present also during the ceremony, someone he introduced as his sister.I remembered then the part of your letter about seeing the grave of Neithwyr’s sister, Peryra. When I mentioned the name to the priest he nodded frantically, but I could see that the interrogation had reached an ending. There is, after all, something about being throttled that causes a man to answer yes to every question. I snapped Minerath’s neck, and returned home.So now I’m again unsure how to proceed. I’ve made several more inquiries and several of the same people who met Neithwyr remember him being with a woman. A few recall him saying that she was his sister. One or two believe they remember her name as being Peryra, though they’re not certain. No one, however, has heard of anyone named Baliasir.If I do not hear word from you in response to this in the next couple of weeks, I will come to High Rock, because it’s there that most people believe Neithwyr returned. I will only stay here long enough to see if there are other inquiries I can make only in Morrowind to bring us closer to our goal of recovering Azura’s Star.Your Friend,KoniingeCharwich-Koniinge Letters, v313 Last Seed, 3E 411Wayrest, High RockMy Dear Koniinge,Please forgive the quality of the handwriting on this note, but I have not long to live. I can only reply in detail to one part of your letter, and that is that I fear Baliasir, contrary to what you’ve heard, is very much real. Had he been but a figment of that caretaker’s imagination, I would not be feeling life ebb from me as I write this.Lady Moorling has sent for healers, but I know they won’t arrive in time. I just need to explain what happened so that you’ll understand, and then all my affairs in this world will be ended. The one advantage of my condition is that I must be brief, without my habitually ornamental descriptions of people and places. I know that you will appreciate that at least.It started when I came to Wayrest, and through my friend Lady Moorling and her court connections was introduced to Baliasir himself. I had to proceed carefully, not wanting him to know of our designs on Azura’s Star which I presumed he possessed, given to him by his servant Hadwaf Neithwyr. His function in Queen Elysana’s court seemed to be decorative, like so many of her courtiers, and it was not hard to differentiate myself from the others when we began conversing on the school of mysticism. Many of the other hangers-on at the palace can speak eloquently on the subject of the magickal arts, but it seemed that only he and I had deep knowledge of the craft.Many a nobleman or adventurer who aren’t mages by profession learn a spell or two from the useful schools of restoration or destruction. I told Baliasir quite truthfully that I had never learned any of that (oh, but I wish I knew some healing spells of the school of restoration now), but that I had developed some small skill in mysticism. Not enough to be a Psijic, of course, but in telekinesis, password, and spell reflection I had some amateur ability. He responded with compliments, which allowed me to segue into the topic of another spell of mysticism, the soul trap.I told him I was unlearned but curious about that spell. And very naturally and comfortably, I was able to bring up the subject of Azura’s Star, the endless well of souls.Imagine how I had to hold back my excitement when he leaned in and whispered to me, “If that interests you, come to Klythic’s Cairn west of the city tomorrow night.”I couldn’t sleep at all. The only thing I could think of was how I would get the Star when he showed it to me. I still knew so little about Baliasir, his past and his power, but the opportunity was too great to let pass. Still, I must admit that I held hopes that you would arrive, as you threatened you might in your letter, so I might have someone of physical strength to aid me in my adventure.I am growing weaker and weaker as I write this, so I must proceed with the basic facts. I went to the crypt the following night, and Baliasir led me through the maze of it to the repository where he kept the Star. We were talking quite casually, and as you’ve so often said, it seemed an excellent time for an ambush. I grabbed the Star and unsheathed my blade in what I felt was amazing speed.He turned to me and I suddenly felt that I was moving like a snail. In a flash, Baliasir changed his form and became his true self, not man or mer, but daedra. A colossal daedra lord who swiped back the Star from my grasp and laughed at my sword as it thudded against his impenetrable hide.I knew I had been beaten, and I threw myself towards the corridor. A blue flash of energy coursed through me, flung by Baliasir’s claws. At once, I began to feel death. He could have smote me with a thousand spells, but he chose the one where I could lie down, and suffer, and hear him laugh. At the very least, I did not give him that pleasure.Already struck, it was too late for me to cast a counterspell of mysticism, one to dispel the magicka, reflect it or absorb it as my own. But I did still know how to teleport myself, what mystics term ‘Recall,’ to whatever place I’d last set a spiritual anchor. I confess that at the time, I didn’t remember where that would be. Perhaps in Bhoriane when I arrived in the Iliac Bay, or in Kambria, or in Grimtry Garden where I met the caretaker, or my hostess’s palace in Wayrest. I prayed that I had not set the anchor last when I was with you in Morrowind, for it said that if the distance is too great, one can be caught between dimensions. Still, I was willing to take that chance, rather than being the plaything of Baliasir.I cast the spell and found myself back on the doorstep of Lady Moorling’s palace. To be out of the crypt and away from the daedra was a relief, but I had so hoped that I had been smart enough to cast an anchor near a Mages Guild or a temple where I could find a healer. Instead, knowing I was too weak to walk far, I beat on the door and was taken here, where I write this letter, lying in my bed.As I wrote those words, dear Elysbetta, Lady Moorling, came in, quite tearfully and frantic, to tell me the healers should be hre withn but a few minute. But I wil be ded ere they arrve. I know thes are m last wors. Der frend, stay away frm this cursd place.Yr Frend,CharwichCharwich-Koniinge Letters, v48 Sun’s Dawn, 3E 412Amiglith, Summurset IsleMy Good Friend, Lord Gemyn,You must forgive me for not meeting you at the palace personally, but I’ve been unavoidably, tragically detained. I’ve left the front gate and door unlocked, and if you’re reading this, you must have made it at least as far the antechamber to the east drawing room. Perhaps you’ve already wandered the estate and seen some of its delights before coming to this chamber: the seven fountains of marble and porphyry, the reflecting pool, the various groves, the colonnades and quincunx. I don’t think you would have already gone to the second floor suites and the west wing as you would have had to pass this room first, and picked up this letter. But believe me, they’re beautifully appointed with magnificent balustrades, winding staircases, intimate salons, and bedchambers worthy of your affluence.The price of this property is exorbitant, certainly, but for a man like you who seeks only the best, this is the villa you must have. As you undoubtedly noticed as you arrived through the gates, there are several smaller buildings ideally suited to be guard stations. I know you are concerned with security.I am an intensely greedy man, and there is nothing I would have liked more than to meet you here today, show you the grounds, fawn on you obsequiously, and collect a fat percentage of the cost of the sale when you bought this marvelous palace, as I’m sure you would have. My dilemma that caused my inexcusable absence began shortly after I arrived here early to make certain the villa was well-cleaned for your inspection. A man named Koniinge crept up behind me, and gripped me by the throat. Clamping his left hand over my mouth and nose, and throttling me with his right hand, crushing the soft spot on my throat just below the thyroidal cartilage, he effectively strangled me in a few quick but very painful minutes.I am currently buried in a pile of leaves in the north statuary parterre, close to the exceptional sculptural representation of the Transformation of Trinimac. It should not be too long before I am discovered: someone at my bank will surely notice my absence in due time. Koniinge might have buried me deeper, but he wanted to be ready for the arrival of his old partner, Charwich.Perhaps part of you thinks it best to stop reading now, Lord Gemyn. You are looking around the antechamber and seeing nothing but doors. The large one you took to come in from the garden is locked now behind you, and without a better knowledge of the layout of the estate, I could not recommend you attempt to flee down a corridor that might easily come to a dead end. No. Much better to keep reading, and see where this is going.Koniinge, it seems, was in a partnership with his friend Charwich to try to recover Azura’s Star. They understood it to be in the possession of someone named Hadwaf Neithwyr, a man who conjured up the Daedra Prince Azura herself to acquire it. As Neithwyr originally haled from High Rock, Charwich went there to look for him, while his partner searched Morrowind. They planned to communicate their findings by letters sent through couriers.Charwich’s first letter stated that he had found information that Neithwyr had a mysterious patron named Baliasir, a fact he had learned at a cemetery with a gravestone of Neithwyr’s sister Peryra and a lycanthropic caretaker. Koniinge replied back that he could find nothing about Baliasir, but believed that Neithwyr had returned to High Rock with Peryra after getting the Star. Charwich’s last letter was a written on his deathbed, having sustained mortal wounds from his battle with Baliasir, who it seemed had been a mighty daedra lord.Koniinge grieved for his friend, and traveled the span of the Empire to Wayrest, to pay his call of condolences on Lady Moorling, the woman at whose house Charwich had been staying. After making some inquiries, Koniinge learned that her ladyship had left the city, quite suddenly. She had been entertaining a guest named Charwich, and it was understood that he had died, though no one ever saw the body. Certainly no healers had been sent to her house on the 13th of Last Seed of last year. And no one in Wayrest, just like no one in Tel Aruhn, had ever heard of Baliasir.Poor Koniinge was suddenly unsure of everything. He retraced his late partner’s path through Boriane and Grimtry Gardens, but found that the Neithwyr family crypt was elsewhere, in a small town in the barony of Dwynnen. There was indeed a lycanthropic caretaker, fortunately in human form at the time. When questioned (using the technique of strangulation, release, strangulation, release), he told Koniinge the story that he had told Charwich many months before.Hadwaf and Peryra Neithwyr had returned to Dwynnen, intent on settling old business. As the Star requires potent spirits for power, they thought they would begin small by capturing the spirit of the werewolf they knew of in the family graveyard. Sadly, for them, their grasp exceeded their reach. When the poor caretaker resumed his human form one morning, he found himself lying next to the shredded, bloody bodies of the Neithwyr siblings. Distressed and fearful, he brought the corpses and all their possessions down into the crypt. They were still there when Charwich came, and so too was Azura’s Star.Koniinge now saw things clearly. The letters he had received from Charwich were lies, intended to keep him away. Undoubtedly with the assistance of Lady Moorling, his new partner, he had concocted stories, including one of his own demise, to trick Koniinge into abandoning the quest for the Star. It was clearly a sad statement on the nature of friendship, and one that needed immediate correction.It took the better part of six months for Koniinge to find his old partner. Charwich and Lady Moorling had used the power of the Star to make themselves very wealthy and powerful. They assumed a number of different identities in their travels through High Rock and Skyrim, and then down to Valenwood and the Summurset Isle. Along the way, of course, the Star itself disappeared, as great daedric artifacts always do. The couple still had much wealth, but their love sadly fell on troubled times. When they reached Alinor, they parted ways.One must assume that during their months together, Charwich must have told Lady Moorling about Koniinge. It’s pleasant to think of the loving couple laughing over the stories they were telling him about the mythical and dangerous Baliasir. Charwich must not have given his former beloved a very accurate physical description, however, because when Lady Moorling (then under the identity of the Countess Zyliana) met Koniinge, she had no idea who he was. It came as quite a surprise to her when he began strangling her and requesting information about her former paramour.Before she died, she told Koniinge what Charwich’s new name and title was, and where he was looking for a new palace. She even told him about me. Given all the twists and bends the last months’ chase took him on, it was not difficult to find which palace Charwich was looking to buy, and what time his appointment was to view it. Then he had merely to arrive early, dispose of me, and wait.There our story must sadly end. I look forward to seeing you soon.Yours,Syrix Goinithi,Former Estate BankerP.S.: Charwich — Turn around now, or don’t. Your choice. Your friend, Koniinge. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Commander’s Note | Anneas,When I give an order, I expect you to carry it out. We’ve got enough problems around here without your ‘formal complaints’. Get our defenses shored up, soldier, unless you want the rebels just walking over our damn walls. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Complaint Letter | Now listen here you mutton-head! I’ve told that lot of ill trained whelps you call soldiers time and again about tracking in mud all over the fort and what do I find all over the mess hall? The biggest mud pile I have ever seen! I want you to order them to wipe their feet off on the hay before tromping in. That’s what it’s there for!Oh and another thing! Those bear traps you gave me for the skeevers in the cellar? Useless! I’ve had those down there for weeks and caught only one of them and the rest keep coming back. Get some of your ‘men’ down there to clear them out.Unless of course you like finding skeever hair in your dinner, because I can always stop picking it out for you.— Agnis |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Contract | Here’s the sum we agreed upon. I trust that you will make [Player Name] pay for killing my dear [Victim Name]. Return to me with proof of the deed.If you run afoul of the law, I will pay your bounty.–[Victim’s Relative’s Name] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Corpse Note | If you are reading this, then I am most likely dead. A group of bandits ransacked my home and took most everything valuable I own. The worst is they took a pendant that has been in my family for many generations. Most of my family is dead, so that pendant was the last connection I had with any of them. I am going after those scoundrels and getting my pendant back, even if it is the death of me. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Courier’s Letter | To our respectable investor,It seems our expedition to [dungeon name] has met with some resistance from its inhabitants. I know this isn’t the first time, but if you would provide us with a few more men and supplies, we are certain the treasure there would yield a return on your investment.This time for sure.If not, we could begin searching for prospects outside of [current hold].A swift reply would be most appreciated. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Cultists’ Orders | Board the vessel Northern Maiden docked at Raven Rock. Take it to Windhelm, then begin your search. Kill the False Dragonborn known as [Player Name] before [he/she] reaches Solstheim.Return with word of your success, and Miraak shall be most pleased. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Curate Melita’s Plea | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubPriestess Velothi,You or whoever’s reading this, I need your help. Well, that’s a stupid thing to write, of course you’re reading this, you wouldn’t be staring at a piece of paper and not read it, would you?Not unless you’re illiterate or mad. Not “angry” mad but “I clip my toenails with a fork” mad. You get what I mean.Point is, I think I’ve found it. The Mask of Sotha Sil, in Kagrenzel, a Dwarven labyrinth with a surprsingly high vowel count. It’s high up on the Velothi Mountains, and you’re a Velothi too! Funny how that works out.There’s just one problem. I caught myself in some contraption, and now I’m not sure where I am. We’ve decided to make camp here, and have one of the mercs I hired find help. He can’t write or read or put together a coherent thought, but that’s why I’m giving him this letter.Really, I should have just taken the mask and left the orb. You’d think I’d know better than to fall for a trap that obvious. But the orb was glowing and cute and looked kind of lonely.Side note, if you come rescue me, DO NOT touch the orb. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dark Brotherhood Assassin’s Note | As instructed, you are to eliminate [Player Name] by any means necessary. The Black Sacrament has been performed – somebody wants this poor fool dead.We’ve already received payment for the contract. Failure is not an option.– Astrid |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dawnguard Orders – Hakar | Novice Hakar,Your repeated failures are an embarrassment to our entire order. Are you truly so inept you cannot even complete a simple courier mission?You have one last chance to redeem yourself. We recently established a number of wilderness caches to supply our agents in the field. You are to restock the chests listed below, then report back for further orders.Our caches in Whiterun Hold are located:– In Rorikstead, in the pasture behind Frostfruit Inn.– Near Stendarr’s Shrine in the center of the tundra.– South of Whiterun’s Western Watchtower.You have one week. Return successful, or not at all. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dawnguard Orders – Lynoit | Lynoit,We’ve received word of an increase in Vampire activity in western Skyrim. In the coming weeks, we plan to dispatch several more agents to the region, and need to establish a network of wilderness supply drops to support them.You are to plant caches in the following locations:– On the small island south of Solitude Sawmill.– Due east of the entrance to the ruin Volskygge.– On the east side of Karthwasten Bridge.If these reports are to be believed, the situation may be far more dangerous than you realize. Be cautious. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dawnguard Orders – Saliah | Saliah,In the past several weeks, all of the couriers sent to replenish our supply caches in the northern reaches have gone missing. These drops must be made within the week to ensure our operatives have the provisions they need.You are to restock the following caches:– In Morthal, on the islet due east of the mill.– Outside Nightgate Inn, at the foot of the pier.– Near Winterhold, under the great arch.Take care. Too many of our agents have been lost on this task already. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dearest Dinya | Dearest Dinya,I know that your father doesn’t approve of us, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make our relationship work. I think the time has come to speak to him in person and stop letting him hear about us through gossip and rumor. I love you, and I don’t care if the entire world knows. Please think about it.Modyn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Declaration of War | Raven Rock Stronghold,My calls for the unconditional surrender of your forces and an immediate cessation of all hostilities has been ignored numerous times. I therefore have no choice but to assume your purpose on Solstheim is hostile, and to treat Raven Rock Stronghold as an enemy of the Empire. I warn you, any attempt to breach Fort Frostmoth will be met with an equal level of aggression. I will do everything in my power to wipe you and your forces off the face of Tamriel. There will be no further communications between us.General Falx CariusGarrison Commander, Fort Frostmoth |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dinner Invitation | This book was included in Bloodchill Manor from the Creation Club[Player Name],You have been cordially invited to dinner and drinks at Bloodchill Manor. As an honored guest, you are encouraged to come early and mingle with the other attendees. When you are ready to feast, ask the house waiter for a menu and he will let you into the banquet hall.The finest and most delectable dishes will be on display. There will be no need for appetizers. Once everyone is ready and seated, a full course awaits.Come for the dinner, stay for the drinks.[Player Name],You have been cordially invited to dinner and drinks at Bloodchill Manor. As a child of the night, you are encouraged to mingle with the dishes as they laugh and drink their bellies full. When you are ready to feast, ask the house waiter for a menu and he will let our esteemed guests into the banquet hall.Once the dinner is ready and seated, that will be the signal to begin the feed.Come for the dinner, stay for the drinks. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dragon Investigation Current Status | First Emissary Elenwen,We anticipate a breakthrough in our efforts to uncover the party or power behind the dragon resurrection phenomenon. An informant has identified a possible lead, whom we have brought back to the Embassy for a full interrogation. The subject is obstinate, but by all indications is holding back the information we seek. I have authorized Intermediate Manual Uncoiling – I do not expect more will be necessary, unless you feel time presses.I know you prefer to be present for the final questioning; I will inform you immediately when the subject is fully receptive. Two days should tell the tale.In the meantime, if you wish to audit our technique, your expertise is welcome, as always. I have placed the prisoner in the cell closest to your office stairs, for your convenience.–Rulindil, 3rd Em. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dryston’s Note | Friend,Got to deal with a certain nosy visitor in the city. Nepos the Nose wants him roughed up in the usual way, but I can grab a pint at the Silver-Blood Inn afterwards.Should be easy.-Dryston |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Dwarven Haul | Hands off the dwarven haul until we know who wants this stuff. Word’s gone out to find a buyer. Until then, anyone caught snooping around in here will get his hands cut off. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | East Empire Connection | Mercer,I’ve pressed our contact at the East Empire Company for information, but that lizard’s as stubborn as he is careless. He claims the company has nothing to offer, but I think he’s hiding something. I’d suggest that you refrain from having him visited by the Brotherhood for now. He may yet be of some use to us. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eltry’s Note | Meet me at the Shrine of Talos. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Erden Relvel’s Note | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubI was told that without the masks, the gate would not open, but the priests underestimate my master’s will.It was Dagoth Ur who opened the gate, and beckoned me forward. And when I wear his face, I speak his truth, and from his words I spawn the cure that will spread across the world.My temple brother, Arthamis, was the first to receive its blessing. His once melancholy face has been carved into the most delightful shape, and his mouth stitched into a comely smile. He must be quite pleased with the changes, as I have heard no complaints. I feel now that he is truly happy.You may have already met him – slain him with Her Hand. Perhaps you have met all my master’s little pets as they descended on Her temple. I knew this would happen. For there must come a time when the Tribunal’s champion will challenge my master, as the Nerevarine once did.The Tribunal has three heads, and you wear them all. And so, by opening the way, you are worthy of dying by my master’s hand.Come to the graveyard by Tel Mithryn. My master’s creatures will dine on you there. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Erwan’s Journal | Book added by Alternative Armor – Daedric Mail from the Creation ClubMy new friend Gunther and I are getting along quite well. The other bandits are already getting jealous. He really was a fine gift. I should thank my brother Edward before I slit his throat.The thing I like best about my good friend Gunther? He can keep a secret. I tell him all sorts of juicy tidbits and he never says a thing. He reminds me of my old companion Skjol, and the time we nearly got murdered by a Daedric cult. There was a ton of good loot in that place. Haunted artifacts, blood sacrifices, things that make lesser men want to hug their priest.Nothing that would frighten off Gunther though. He’s quite stoic, sitting in his chair. On top of that, he gets along with everyone. It doesn’t matter if they’re short people, fat people, tall people, or cat people. That’s the thing about my old friend Gunther, he doesn’t judge.Anyways, when I got to Skyrim, I sold most of the loot we piled up over the years, seeing as wanted men have to travel light. The heaviest piece I sold was a set of Daedric mail, to a caravan Khajiit named Ma’dran. I liked that armor, but in the end I had no choice but to get rid of her. She knows what she did.Besides, if I wanted to get her back, I could always trade something of equal value, like the Ring of Masser I ripped off the merchant at the Crescent Moons Inn way back when. Me and the furballs, we have history.The ring is worth at least two sets of armor, or twenty pairs of boots. It can fortify your illusion magic, just like the books say. The books get a lot right, even the parts about me, except I’m much prettier and taller in real life.Either way, I don’t need to cast spells to run this new crew. So I’ll let my best friend Gunther wear the ring. I think it looks really good on him. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eydvina’s Note | Book added by Hendhraheim from the Creation ClubWhen the world was young, things were simpler.It was us or them. We fought to survive, and in death we found glory.Now we fight our own Shield-Sisters and Brothers, for banners that change with the wind.When I killed Hjarek on the battlefield, I vowed not to take up arms again. I found honor in this choice, but shame in its consequence.The bards do not sing tales of those who die in their homes, slain by time. If I am to see him again, I must stand eye to eye with Tsun on the Whalebone Bridge, and earn my place in the Hall of Valor.I miss you, brother. Wait for me in Sovngarde. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Eyes Open | Keep your eyes on Sapphire. There’s more to her than meets the eye. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Faendal’s Fake Letter from Sven | My Dearest Camilla,I yearn to have you as my own, Washing my linens, And my fine blond hair,To cook my dinner from my stove, And tend to my house while I wander.Yours Truly,Sven |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Faleen’s Letter to Calcelmo | My Dearest Calcelmo,I always knew you to possess a great mind, but your charming poem revealed a depth of feeling I never suspected. I’ll admit to being a bit surprised at the direction of your feelings, but not unpleasantly so. Let us meet to discuss further.Yours,Faleen |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Father’s Missive | By the Nine, Rigel! Think about what you’re doing!I don’t care if you kill off a couple skooma-headed Khajiit traders – they have no business being in Skyrim anyway. But think about what you’re doing!There are armies fighting out there and they’re bound to use the roads from time to time. They’re going to start noticing if traders go missing and for that matter, why don’t you just join up with one of the armies?I gave up on marrying you off to some merchant’s son since ya got the face of a skeever, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t put a helmet on and find some work for a soldier. Use those meaty arms of yours, girl!And quit sending me money! I don’t need your charity!— Da |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fijeh’s Instructions | This book was included in Redguard Elite Armaments from the Creation ClubWe have agents that have lived in Skyrim for over 20 years, ever since the Aldmeri Dominion withdrew from Hammerfell. If the Thalmor ever plot to betray the terms of the Second Treaty, we will know, and we will be ready.Gather intelligence from two Remnants regarding the whereabouts of Rakeed. One should be found behind the Miner’s Barracks in Karthwasten. The other should be waiting for you in front of Vilemyr Inn in Ivarstead. They will respond to the phrase, “The ravens take flight once more.”Report back to me when the job is done. We’ve no time to waste.–Fijeh |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fijeh’s Letter to [Player Name] | This book was included in Redguard Elite Armaments from the Creation Club[Player Name],I’ve been watching your exploits for some time. I’ve long known of your cunning nature, but after seeing the sheer might you demonstrated in your encounter with Azadi, I think you’re exactly the kind of person we need right now.We are known as Remnants. Some call us “the Eyes that Watch.” For decades, we have helped steer the destiny of Hammerfell. We are a mirage, a constant and formless threat to our enemies on the horizon. I, Fijeh, serve as their leader.Though the Dominion withdrew from Hammerfell years ago, the Thalmor continue to strike at us in secret. We received word from the city of Sentinel that one of our own, Rakeed, has been taken hostage by the Thalmor. They have been aided by Ismal, a powerful noble and traitor to his people.There is no doubt that they will try to extract what Rakeed knows about Sentinel’s defenses. We have to stop them before that happens.We’ve learned that Rakeed may be transported across Skyrim soon. It’s vital that we intercept him from the Thalmor before it’s too late.I need someone like you who can move freely throughout Skyrim and not arouse suspicion. Speak to me in Purewater Run in the hills of Markarth. I await your arrival.–Fijeh |
Write a book about Skyrim. | First Letter from Linwe | Author:Linwe Niranye,I’m not pleased that you’re refusing to fence the silver locket I showed you yesterday. If you wish to remain a valuable asset to us, I suggest you quickly change your attitude.Linwe |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fish Out of Water | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubViriya is an odd one. She wants to fill our precious waters with mudcrabs. Mudcrabs! Crabs are not fish. They do not swim. They do not smile.You cannot speak to a mudcrab. They cannot hold a conversation in their knobbly little pincers. They are clumsy creatures, but more importantly, they are unhappy creatures, dour and sunless like the soil in which they sleep.Ours is to wonder if Viriya is not well, to suggest such a thing. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fisherman’s Letter | I can’t believe I let Skeggr talk me into this again. If he just wanted to get drunk and swap stories, we could have done that in front of a nice fire back in Windhelm, instead of on this godforsaken mud flat.“But the fish are biting, Advald!” “The catch will more than pay for the trip!”. Yeah, right- if we don’t get iced in first. His boat’s already taking on water. I guess we’ll try again tomorrow. If we don’t catch something then, I’m heading home, with or without him. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fisherman’s Note | This book was included in Bittercup from the Creation ClubThe nights are long here. The frost nips at your scales. But I’ve always been stubborn. Thick-shelled, as they say. So I’ve stuck to it.The first days were the hardest. I dared not try and fish, with the giants lurking. But hunger makes brave hatchlings of us all, so I dove in, and found the waters calm.As for the actual job, it has proven a tough egg to crack.The ferryman did not lie when he said ironwood bark was as tough as a mammoth tusk. Ours is to wait for the smaller fruit to harvest. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Fishing Work | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation Club[Player Name],I’ve got more work for you. You’re the one who seeks fishing challenges, right? If it was you, come by the Riften Fishery. If it wasn’t you… well, that would be embarassing, wouldn’t it?Swims-In-Deep-Water |
Write a book about Skyrim. | For Donel from Father | Thank you, my son, for humoring your father one last time.I know you have always preferred swords to books, and though you may think that’s been a disappointment to me, the opposite is true. I’ve been impressed with your independence, and I’m proud of the man you’ve grown to be.My father was a soldier. He often complained that I was too “bookish.” When you were born, I vowed not to treat you that way.Though I could not bear to watch you march off to war while I was living, you now have my blessing. I sold my books, and I’ve left you what I hope will be a generous inheritance. Take it and buy yourself a strong sword and a sturdy suit of armor.Follow your heart, my son, and find your happy destiny.With love,Your father, Frodibert Fontbonne |
Write a book about Skyrim. | For Shelly | Shelly,Your ship should have arrived weeks ago and I fear the worst has happened. I’ve set up camp on this rock as your ship should pass by here and hopefully one of these days we’ll be together again. If you’re reading this I’m probably out hunting or bringing in some supplies. I’ll be waiting here until I see your face again.Faithfully yours, Trius |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Foresworn Missive | Alaric –Do not presume we have grown fat and complacent here in the north. Our Matriarch was wise to bring us here. Our camp is secure, and our numbers grow.We will not skulk in the shadows with you, making petty plots with rabble and sycophants. When we strike, we will do it with cunning and power, and the occupiers will fall before us. That is the way of true Reachmen. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Foresworn Note | Matriarch, we await your orders. Our blades are honed, our quivers full, our wills steeled for battle. The time of our waiting has ended. The time for battle is at hand. You have but to speak the word, and the occupiers shall fall like wheat before the reaper. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Frostflow Lighthouse Notes | Although the notes are not grouped in game, we have put them in a single category for convenience.Bloodstained NoteThey took Father.There had been some others they brought down but they led them off and all we heard were the screams and now Father is gone too. Oh gods why didn’t I listen to Mani? Father’s fever was getting worse and kept mumbling about daedra. I don’t know where he was hiding it, but I think I know why he left me this dagger.Habd’s Death NoteIf you have found this note, then I have failed to kill the creatures that invaded my home and killed my family. Please, avenge us if you are able. Kill every last one of these blighted monsters and take what I’ve left in the chest on the roof of the Lighthouse.I won’t be needing it.-HabdHabd’s JournalAfter years of sailing from Hammerfell to Solstheim and back, Ramati and I have finally saved enough money to buy that old light house we spotted on the coast and we are moving in next month.—-These Nords really know how to live. It may be cold, but you can’t beat the tranquility of the watching icebergs to live out your silver years. Ramati loves the place too, despite the occasional leaky ceiling. Mani and Sudi, unfortunately, seem miserable here; I know the kids are old enough to strike out on their own, but I hope they’ll grow to love the peace and quiet here as I have.—-Mani and Sudi continue to bicker and harass each other and they seem to have started in on their mother as well. Ramati keeps finding things missing from the cellar. Sudi said she heard a noise down there but Mani just thinks their mother is going mad from isolation. The very thought of it is ridiculous, she’s always wanted to retire here!—-Sudi keeps saying that she hears scratching coming from the cellar at night. I think she’s just trying to get her mother’s goat, but I’d better head into town to get a few traps just in case it’s skeevers. Should only take a couple days. I just hope those two go easy on Ramati while I’m gone.—-Oh gods. Oh gods why?I returned home to find my beautiful Ramati killed and this thing, this horrible bug-like creature ransacking our home. I managed to kill the damned thing, I think it might be a daedra! I’ve never seen anything like it! Oh gods poor Ramati.It must have come out of the cellar. I’m going down there and locking the door behind me to make sure they don’t escape. I don’t know if I’ll make it out, but I have to save my family!–HabdMani’s LetterSudi,I know you’ve been making up that stuff about the noises in the basement to try to get me to stay, but I’m only waiting till Father gets home so you and Mother are safe. You could always come meet up with me before I head back to Hammerfell.Take care of yourself little sister-Mani |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gadnor’s Last Wishes | Book added by Saints and Seducers From the Creation ClubGadnor, my trusted friend and companion, has been laid to rest. I have built a shrine to watch over him and bring peace to weary travelers.Of the few riches Gadnor possessed in life, his most prized was a warhammer made of jagged crystal he famously won in a coin toss. After months of research, he came to believe this hammer was some sort of otherworldly treasure. Shortly before his passing, it was his wish that it be hidden away until “one who has walked the Shivering Isles” emerges to retrieve it. I have followed his instructions to the letter, and a powerful illusion spell now obscures it.To break the spell, one must first acquire pieces of what supposedly make up the weapon itself, “amber” and “madness ore.” Such things, if they actually exist, would be great treasures in their own right. If the enchantment is correct, only by placing the ores into the embers near Gadnor’s body will the spell be broken.If Gadnor is not mad, perhaps one day this peerless weapon will find its way into worthy hands once again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gisli’s Note | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation Club[Player Name],Praise is something I seldom offer, but I found my meal to be a fine display of culinary skill and service. Quite delectable!I shall have to tell Viarmo all about this delightful meal and the accomplished fisherman who prepared it. Perhaps he will write a song in your honor. Please accept this coin along with my thanks.— Gisli |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Give Me a Chance | Vex,Give an old man a chance, why don’t you? I know I may have a few years under my belt, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun. Believe me, I can show you a thing or two. Quit playing hard to get… I saw how you blushed when Dirge started reading from the Lusty Argonian Maid. You’re a firebrand, and we all know it. Take me up on my offer and stop playing the tough girl. We all know the toughest ones are the softest on the inside.Delvin |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Glover’s Letter | My dearest daughter Sapphire,It’s with a heavy heart that I write this letter. For years I’ve thought about how I could tell you this, and each time I imagined it would be face-to-face. I’m ashamed for what I did, and I hope that someday you’ll learn to forgive me. Whatever you do, don’t blame Delvin for any of this. He didn’t know.Long after I joined the Guild, I was sent to rob a caravan that was stopping at a tiny farming village not far from the border of Skyrim. When I arrived there, I was a day early and decided to sleep for the night in the barn of a pig farm. I awoke the next morning when the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon walked in to do her chores. She wasn’t even frightened when she saw me… in an instant I think we had both fallen in love. I ended up living with that woman in that tiny little village for a year until she was with child. And then, like a coward… I ran away. I was a thief and I didn’t want to end up a farmer. It was a terrible thing to do.I didn’t have the courage to return to that village for almost fifteen years. When I finally decided to visit, it was too late. It had been raided by bandits and burned to the ground. Everyone was either dead or gone. Including you… my only child.Years later, when you were recruited by Brynjolf I couldn’t believe my eyes. You’re a spitting image of your mother and I knew it was you in an instant. Only the gods know how you survived the attack on that village and why you followed in my footsteps, but I have to assume it was meant to be. I’ve wanted to walk right up to you and embrace you, to tell you the truth, but I was still a coward. I decided to leave Riften instead of facing your anger. I said my goodbyes to Delvin and I headed for Solstheim… as far from the truth as I could get.I’m sorry, my daughter. I’m sorry for never being there to hold you at night or to protect you from whatever hardships you endured. One day, I hope you’ll make the journey to Solstheim and visit your father.Glover Mallory |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Goldenglow | Brynjolf,This Goldenglow Estate situation is getting out of hand. I want you to find someone capable to take care of it. Maven Black-Briar is breathing down my neck and I just can’t have that right now. Send Vex if you have to, but I want it handled immediately.Mercer |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gorm’s Letter | Aldis,You know what we’ve spoken of in the past.It is time. Change is needed; something must be done.I await your response.Gorm |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Gratian’s Letter | Gratian,I would appreciate if you could help us with a situation we’ve encountered in Raven Rock. It seems that the miners there have stumbled across some sort of ruins under the surface near shaft three, and we need your expertise to take a look. I could send someone else if you’re busy, but I figured you’d want to go since I seem to recall that you’re originally from Solstheim. Let us know if you make any progress.Rendellus ThandarianEast Empire CompanyImperial City, Cyrodiil |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guard’s Bounty Letter Draft | Book added by Alternative Armor – Elven Hunter from the Creation ClubBy order of [Jarl]To all able bodied men and women of Falkreath. A wanted bandit has been hiding in the forests south of Sunderstone Gorge, posing as a hunter. Rumor has it that he is accompanied by a fearsome wolf.A reward will be offered to anyone who kills him.–[Steward] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guard’s Note | Book added by Alternative Armor – Elven Hunter from the Creation ClubThe steward will have to sign off on it, but I was thinking we should have the bandit’s possessions serve as a reward in lieu of gold. According to the informant, he might be carrying valuables with him. I’ll bring it up with the Steward when I have her sign the bounty.Besides, the more gold we save on bounty hunters, the more we have for the guard. I still haven’t gotten approval for the funds to have Lod fix my shield. At this rate, I might as well just use the lid from my pot. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Guissur’s Note | Description of target:[Player’s race] [male/female], believed to go by [player’s name] (may be an alias). Likely to be inquiring about “Esbern” and the Ratway.Do not approach. Inform your assigned contact immediately if spotted. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hand-written Note | I grow impatient with your lack of progress. If you cannot break the smith, I will be forced to find a more capable interrogator. I expect your next report to contain more encouraging results.– A |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Have Need of Cynic | Mercer,I’d consider it a personal favor if I could once again utilize Cynric’s unique skills for a delicate situation in the Cidha Mines. A close friend has been incarcerated in that horrible place, and I should like him freed as soon as possible. I’d recommend Cynric avoid the Forsworn element that’s prevalent within the mine and stick to as simple an escape plan as possible. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Hearthfire Bounties | BountyBy order of [Jarl]:To all able bodied men and women of [hold name]. The bandits located in [location] have been harassing, robbing, and attacking citizens and visitors.A reward will be offered to anyone who kills their leader.–[Jarl’s Steward]BountyBy order of [Jarl]:To all able bodied men and women of [hold name]. The forsworn located in [location] have been harassing, robbing, and attacking citizens and visitors.A reward will be offered to anyone who kills their leader.–[Jarl’s Steward]BountyBy order of [Jarl]:To all able bodied men and women of [hold name]. The giant located in [location] have been harassing and attacking citizens and visitors.A reward will be offered to anyone who kills it.–[Jarl’s Steward]BountyBy order of [Jarl]:To all able bodied and fearless men and women of [hold name]. The dragon located in [bounty location] has been carrying off livestock, and terrorizing citizens and visitors.A handsome reward will be offered to anyone who kills it.–[Jarl’s Steward] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | House Redoran’s Reply | Councilor Morvayn,While I appreciate the urgency of the situation on Solstheim, I’m afraid that I can’t approve the request for supplies and funds at this time. This is nothing personal, Lleril. Your island is one of seventy-four outlying settlements of Morrowind at this time. House Redoran must rank these outposts in terms of economic and strategic importance. We have limited coin in our coffers to send to these settlements, so we have to decide which ones take precedence. Unfortunately, Solstheim is very low on the list. I’m doing everything I can for you. All I ask is that you hang on a little longer.Dralis RorlenCouncilmember, House Redoran |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Idgrod’s Note | Sister Danica,Joric’s mood is still melancholic, but he is otherwise in strong health. The potions you have given me has eased his nightmares, but I am afraid my family’s “gifts” run strong in his veins.Idgrod the Younger |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Imperial Condolances | 4E 175Imperial Citizen Lu’ah Al-Skaven,It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you of the death of your husband Saeel.He laid down his life in battle helping retake the Imperial City from the Aldmeri. He showed great courage in his final hour and his sacrifice will not be in vain. All considered him a man of high moral standing and a shining example of the best the Empire has to offer.In this hour of your grief, please take solace in the fact that he gave up his life protecting the Empire which he held so dear.Yours Sincerely,Imperial Praefect Pius Bruccius |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Imperial Letter | Lieutenant Armiger,Our scouts report a band of rebels advancing on your position. Be on guard. Reinforcements are on the way. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Imperial Missive | It has come to my attention that inquiries have been made as to the whereabouts of one Thorald Gray-Mane.It is my duty to inform you that Thalmor agents have taken possession of the prisoner and have escorted him to Northwatch Keep.I don’t think I need to elaborate. It is in everyone’s best interest if the matter is dropped entirely. I trust there will be no further inquiries as to this matter.Gen. Tullius |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Imperial Order | Note from Tullius allowing for release of prisoner from Northwatch Keep |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Incriminating Letter | Citizens of [city name]. The slain personage before you is a suspected creature of the night. Thus the Dawnguard have slain him.Let this be a lesson to all men and women demonstrating unholy powers and those who would protect them.We are watching!–The Dawnguard |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Invitation to Elenwen’s Reception | Elenwen, First Emissary of the Aldmeri Dominion to the Kingdom of SkyrimRequests the Pleasure of the Company of[Player’s name]at a Reception on [day] [month], [year] at the Ambassador’s Residence.Regrets Only. Formal Attire Requested. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Isabelle’s Letter | Author:Isabelle My dearest Ranmir,By the time you receive this, I will be gone. I know that it’s wrong to mislead you, but I didn’t want you to prevent me from going.I know it’s been hard on you, on both of us, struggling to survive. I hate to see the look in your eyes every time you think about how little the two of us have, and I know you’re too proud to ever say anything. So I’m going to make it all better.I’ve talked to my friend Vex, and she’s given me some advice. I know how to get something that will allow us to live happily, without ever worrying about money ever again.I love you so much, Ranmir. You mean the world to me, and I only want to see you happy.Worry not. I’ll be home soon.Isabelle |
Write a book about Skyrim. | J’datharr’s Note | Description of target:Bosmer male, goes by Malborn. Believed to be working for the Blades, so approach with caution.He has inside knowledge of our procedures, so he will be warier than usual. Malborn is not his real name – he’s now been identified as a survivor of a family of traitors who were all believed to have died in a fire in Falinesti.Do not risk him evading us. He’s likely trying to leave Skyrim. Make sure of your kill, and do not implicate us. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Josla’s Note | This book was included in Redguard Elite Armaments from the Creation ClubOverheard that a Hammerfell noble from Sentinel would be crossing the border in the next few days, and paid a hefty coin purse to the Thalmor to ensure safe passage. Said he was traveling by wagon all the way to Blacklight in Morrowind.It has to be Ismal. And if it is, Rakeed is with him, and he’s in trouble. Blacklight is a huge city, easy to hide in. If we don’t find him before they make it to Blacklight, we may never see Rakeed again. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Journal Fragment | Not good enough to live in their stupid keep, am I? Stupid sods don’t realize I’ve moved into the undercroft and started taking control of their own death hounds. I’ll get my revenge. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Justiciar Execution Order | Be on the look out for the [player’s race] called [player’s name]. [He/she] is an enemy to the Thalmor, and has actively disrupted our activities and caused great harm. If spotted, you are to destroy [him/her] with extreme hatred.Be advised, [he/she] is extremely dangerous, and quite able to defend [himself/herself]. If caught by local authorities, we are unable to offer you any assistance.For the glory of the Aldmeri Dominion! |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Knight Captain’s Orders | Book added by Spell Knight Armor from the Creation ClubWe’ve received reports that the Beldama witches have resurfaced in the Reach.I’m calling upon all willing and able knights to cleanse the land of witches, hags, and Reachmen. Remember always the death of our sworn brother, Simon Rodayne, for the Order of the Crypt, and for all of Shornhelm.— Knight Captain Rainore |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kragrash’s Letter | Book added by Elite Crossbows from the Creation ClubTo whomever finds this letter, hear my story.My name is Kragrash. I have been a hunter in these parts for the last six years. Once a week, I travel to Solitude to sell meat and skins.On one such trip I spotted a collapsed figure by the roadside, slumped up against a log. I quickly realized that this was Enthiris, a kind soul I would trade and travel with each winter.His skin was white as a sheet. His sunken face and bite marks on his neck and arms made it clear that this was the work of vampires. Enthiris never deserved such a fate.I carried him to Solitude to raise the city guard. When I arrived, they acted with indifference as cold as the corpse I laid before them. They had seen this before, they said. They offered to bury him, but their interest in the matter ended there. It was then I decided that, at night, I would begin to hunt more dangerous game.I have slain over a dozen of the fanged wretches in the months since. In fact, I’d become quite proficient at the task.Until one night, I found a lone vampire prowling the woods. He stopped to rest, seemingly unable to catch his breath. Whether it was from thirst or exhaustion, I couldn’t be sure. Still, such monsters deserve no pity. So I hid in the brush nearby, drew my crossbow, and lined up the killing shot.Suddenly, two of the devils pounced from both sides, clawing and biting. I had been led into a trap.I managed to escape, but my wounds were grave. Worse, I knew from the burning in my veins that I now had the illness that would soon consume me, turn me into one of them.So now, on what should be my final day as a mortal, I pen this letter, and walk to my favorite overlook south of the Thalmor Embassy to watch the morning sunrise one last time.I now pass the torch to you, dear reader. Seek out my remains. Among my effects you should find a key. Open my cellar and take up arms I have stored there. Use them to keep travelers safe from the vampire menace as I once did. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Kyr’s Bounty | Kill Eisa and Ra’jirr on sight. A hundred gold to whoever brings me their heads. Spread the word.Kyr |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter | Hrodulf, light and strength,I feel your words are not your own, and I worry dearly for your health.I beg of you: please depart that blasted isle and return to Solitude at once! My nights have been almost impossible to bear without you; to lose you would be the death of me.My love, if you do not return soon, I will come for you.– Bjornolfr |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from a Friend | [Player’s name],You caused a bit of stir in [location] when you demonstrated the power of your Thu’um. Not everyone is anxious for the return of the Dragonborn.I for one desire to see you grow and develop your talents. Skyrim needs a true hero these days.You should turn your attention to [dungeon]. I understand it holds a mysterious source of power that can only be unlocked by the Dragonborn.Sincerely,A Friend |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Bolgeir Bearclaw | Book added by Bone Wolf from the Creation ClubFriend, we seek your aid.A dark necromancer has been attacking innocents along the northern coast, accompanied by strange creatures who do his every bidding. I trust you can help us with this troublesome matter and investigate on our behalf.Bolgeir Bearclaw |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Calcelmo | Book added by Arcane Archer Pack from the Creation ClubDuring my studies I found a diagram that I believe could be quite useful to you. It’s of an ancient Dwemer artifact: a special arrow crafted from a Soul Gem.I’ve attached the diagram and a map of where it was last found. Obtain them to understand how they were made, and craft them for yourself.-Calcelmo |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Christophe | Dearest Maven,After our disagreement a fortnight ago, I feared that business had finally gotten the best of our friendship. Since I still have yet to receive a reply to my last letter, it seems my suspicions are correct. I realize my mistake has cost you a lot and all I hope to do is make amends. I’ll be staying at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun should you wish to speak with me.Regards,Christophe Bartlet |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Cuinanthil’s Steward | This book was included in Bittercup from the Creation ClubDear master,I have a bit of unfortunate news. While searching for the whereabouts of your brother Ernanthil, I discovered that your bodyguard, Inimoro, has been stealing from your coffers.I know you trust him with your life, so it must wound you dearly to hear this news. Still, as heir to your father’s business and fortune, you must learn that even the staunchest of allies can be bewitched by the allure of coin.That unpleasant news aside, I hope you are well. Please remember to write your mother, she misses you dearly.Your faithful charge,Alrano |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Edward | Book added by Alternative Armor – Daedric Mail from the Creation ClubMy dearest sister Erwan,I see your way with words remains as elegant as a falling boulder. I am indeed alive, and no, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you, which I remind you again was never literal.You see, when someone says, “You’ll be the death of me,” it’s not an invitation to murder. It’s more of a loving expression of one’s exasperation, but I know nuance has never been your strong suit.I must warn you, however, that correspondence like this endangers us both. So if you truly wish to keep this promise, it’s best you don’t respond. When the time is right, I will come to you.Oh, and be kind to our merchant friend Gunther, will you? Consider him my gift to you, along with this book on our past life.I’m sure you know by now, but it seems one of us has taken to writing about our adventures. I assure you, it isn’t me. But I’m glad his depiction of you is as honest as you are incorrigible.–Edward |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Erwan | This book was included in Alternative Armor: Daedric Plate from the Creation ClubDear brother, are you well? I heard this terrible rumor that you died. You always said I’d be the one to kill you.That wasn’t very nice of you, to break a promise to your only sister. Unless there’s another sister you didn’t tell me about? So now you’re not only dead, but you’re a liar too. Tsk, tsk.Anyways, I know you love to read so I’ll keep this short. Let me know if you’re not dead so I can come over and hug you with my knife.Erwan |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Father | My son,In order for the Penitus Oculatus to ensure the safety of our honored Emperor during his visit to Skyrim, we must personally verify the security of every city in the province. To this end, I appoint you my personal representative, granting all rights and privileges afforded a commanding officer of the Penitus Oculatus. You are authorized to speak with my voice, and administer with my hand.Gaius, I cannot do this alone. There is much work to be done here in Dragon Bridge and elsewhere, and many arrangements still to be made before the Emperor’s arrival. I simply cannot afford to spend time traveling right now. But you must know the seriousness of the task I set before you. When he arrives, the Emperor may choose to visit any city in Skyrim, as suits his whim. If he does so, we, the Penitus Oculatus, must be sure that security within those cities is sufficient to deal with any threat to his person that may arise.Gaius, my beloved son – you may be new to the Penitus Oculatus, but I need someone I can trust. You must carry out your duty, for the safety of the Emperor, the glory of the Penitus Oculatus, and the honor of the Maro family name.Your superior officer (and loving father),Commander Maro |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Harkon | The prophesied time has come. I have reclaimed one my lost Elder Scrolls, and now I must have a Moth Priest to read it. For the one who brings me a Moth Priest, I promise a high place in my court and the gift of my potent blood.Go forth and find me a Moth Priest. This is my command.Lord Harkon |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Home | Book added by Dawnfang & Duskfang from the Creation ClubMy dearest Lorant,I know that there is no power that will stop them from taking you away from me and into battle upon foreign fields, for I understand that this is your duty as captain of the Blades. As your wife, I should respect such things. Nevertheless, the feat that you may never return troubles me.Know that I think of you always. We are bound together, in this life and in the next.Your beloved,Emma |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Jarl [Jarl Name] | [Player name],As a mark of the high esteem in which you are held by me and my people, I would like to offer you an opportunity to become a landowner in [Hold name]. A choice piece of undeveloped land in the hold has just become available. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing it.I remain,Jarl [Jarl name] of [Capital City] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Jarl [Jarl name] of [Capital City] | [Player name],Allow me to introduce myself. My name is [Jarl name], and I have the honor to be the Jarl of the proud and ancient city of [Capital City].The fame of your exploits across Skyrim has brought you to my attention. If you are interested in becoming a Thane of [Hold name] hold, I invite you to speak to me the next time you are in [Capital City]. Aside from the honor that accrues to the title, my thanes are entitled to a personal housecarl. I also can tell you privately that a choice parcel of land in [Hold name] would be available for your purchase should your services prove useful to me.I look forward to meeting you in person.I remain,Jarl [Jarl name] of [Capital City] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Jon | My dearest Olfina,How long will this go on? The sneaking around, the missed opportunities. I feel like I can’t take it anymore.I love you, and you love me. That’s all that matters. Anyone who has a problem with it doesn’t really care for either of us.-Jon |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Matriarch Drevlan | This book was included in Ghost of The Tribunal from the Creation ClubWord of the Goddess’ return has spread throughout Tamriel. It was wise of you to enlist the help of the shopkeepers, who deal with many patrons in need of spiritual guidance. As a result of these efforts, new soldiers and priests have pledged their lives in service. Take this gold as reward for your efforts.ASV |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Maven | Christophe,Upon reading your last letter, I was deeply touched. You’re right, I was angry, but now I realize my anger was misplaced. It’s time to leave our disagreements in the past and rekindle our friendship. I’ll be sending someone to fetch you and bring you to Riften. I wish to avoid a scene, so he’ll be calling at night. Make sure you pack all your belongings securely, as the journey could be rather treacherous.Maven Black-Briar |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Mila Valentia | This book was included in Fishing from the Creation ClubI love my new goldfish! Thank you so much!But I think he’s lonely. He needs a friend! Do you think you could bring me another goldfish for him to play with? I’m sure they would both be happy!— Mila Valentia |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Olfina | Jon,I know it’s hard, but please. Try and be patient. We must keep to ourselves for now. You know that both of our families would react so very badly if they knew… if they even suspected.There will be a time when we don’t need to hide. I promise you that. Someday they will understand.-O |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Quintus Navale | Navale During Nurelion’s convalescence, I’ve been studying the legends of the Phial. I don’t know enough of enchanting to make one anew, but with the proper materials, I may be able to repair the original.Please come see me as soon as you can.Respectfully,Quintus Navale, Windhelm |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Sabjorn | Maven,This is the final letter I’ll be sending to you. I’m sick to death of your underhanded methods. A little competition never hurt anyone and Honningbrew has barely scratched the surface of your business. I’ve lost two more shipments this month to these so-called “bandits.” If I find out you’re involved, I’m taking it to the Jarl.Sabjorn |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Septimus | Return you quickly to Septimus. The fractals of the universe have opened unto me, and I see now the way clear to render the cube’s aperture.Your most good assistance is needed in the foremost. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Shogarz gra-Batul | This book was included in Headman’s Cleaver from the Creation ClubTo all capable warriors,A group of bandits have stolen something of great value to my family’s kingdom, the Headman’s Cleaver, and fled to Skyrim like cowards. We believe they’re remnant members of the Greencap Bandits, who have been a thorn in the Queen’s side from the day she was born.Our sources tell us they’re holed up in Lost Knife Hideout, and as the Queen’s strongest knight, I have been tasked with retrieving it. However, if I don’t survive, I ask that you eliminate these bandits in her name. The Queen will gladly bestow the cleaver to the one who vanquishes her oldest enemy.Shogarz gra-Batul |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from Solitude | To Current Steward of WhiterunLet it be known that we are seeking the criminal named Arn for the crime of murder in Solitude. If you should locate him, detain him and contact me by courier as soon as possible. |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from the Empire | Book added by Civil War Champions from the Creation Club[Player Name],A 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.As one of our staunchest warriors, we’d like you to handle this mission. Our smiths have forged you a custom armor set that should offer some protection. We’ll also send a garrison to support you, but we can’t spare more than a half dozen men. Should things come to blows, you’ll need to take the lead.– Legate Adventus Caesennius |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from the Steward | Master Aventus Aretino,Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak wishes to express his deepest sympathies at the death of your mother, Naalia.Unfortunately, because you are fatherless, and have no other known relations, the jarl cannot allow you to remain in your home unsupervised. Therefore, in no more than a week’s time, you are to report to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften, where you will reside until your sixteenth birthday.The Aretino family home in the city of Windhelm will, of course, remain your property. The building will be securely locked and ready for your return six years hence.Note that I am unsure of the education provided to you by your recently deceased mother, or if you possess the ability the read the letter I am currently composing. Therefore, a member of the city guard will call upon you in one week, at your home, and provide escort to the orphanage. Hopefully, his arrival will not come as a complete shock.With greatest respect,JorleifSteward to our most noble jarl, Ulfric Stormcloak |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from the Steward of [Capital City] | [Player name],As a mark of the high esteem in which you are held by Jarl [Hold name], [he/she] has instructed me to offer you an opportunity to become a landowner in [Hold name]. A choice piece of undeveloped land in the hold has just become available. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing it.Your humble servant, etc., etc.,[Steward name], Steward to Jarl [Jarl name] of [Capital city] |
Write a book about Skyrim. | Letter from the Stormcloaks | Book added by Civil War Champions from the Creation Club[Player],We have challenged the Imperial dogs to a duel of champions. They are said to be led by a great warrior, but anyone who licks the boots of the Empire can hardly lay claim to such a title.That is why we ask you to put these fools in their place. Find me in the Palace of the Kings, and I will provide you with the armor of a true champion. Once equipped, you will meet with a garrison of our finest soldiers and put an end to this milk-drinker and his band of imposters.When the time comes, do not waste your breath with words. Let the fields of Whiterun drink down their blood.– Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced |