Entry 35: Frost Fall 9, 3E433

I returned to Cloud Ruler Temple early this morning and filed my report with Jauffre, the Grandmaster of the Blades. My report included all of the Oblivion gates that I have closed thus far, including those that threatened the cities of Skingrad, Cheydinhal, and the Imperial City itself. I also told Jauffre about the Mythic Dawn attacks in every city that I have visited. Jauffre briefly considered this and then he charged me with eliminating spies seen at the base of the mountain on which Cloud Ruler Temple rests.

The spies were believed to be basing their operations out of nearby Bruma , so I retrieved my horse from the stable and proceeded to Bruma in plain monk robes. Upon my arrival, I went to the guard barracks located inside of Bruma’s Castle and spoke to Captain Burd, the captain of the guard. Burd said that there were no strangers in town, but one of the local citizens, a woman named Jearl, had recently returned from a trip.

Although that was not evidence to confront a person with, these were dangerous times. So, I decided to go talk with this Jearl. I waited outside of Jearl’s homestead until noon and she still did not come outside. With my suspicion of Jearl growing, I spoke with some neighbors. They revealed that Jearl always stayed inside and they believed that she had a visitor living with her.

I returned to talk to Captain Burd and presented this new evidence to him. He gave me permission to enter Jearl’s home and investigate further. Donning my Blades uniform, I picked the lock of Jearl’s home and entered.

Alarmed by my entrance, Jearl and her companion revealed their true selves as members of the Mythic Dawn. When they both lay dead, I searched the home and found a trap door to a cellar. Down there, I found the orders given to Jearl and her companion written on a scroll. The orders revealed that the Mythic Dawn would soon be opening Oblivion gates around Bruma so that they could besiege the city for a staging area to attack Cloud Ruler Temple. I quickly returned to the Blades’ fortress and gave the scroll to Jauffre. Jauffre agreed that this intelligence did not bode well for us.

I then spoke with Martin, the pro tem Emperor, who told me that although he was making progress with his studies of the Mysterium Xarxes, it was slow work. Even so, he did manage to decipher parts of the Xarxes. Martin believed that it was possible to open a portal to Mankar Camoran’s paradise and four items would be needed to do so. The first item required was the blood of a daedra lord, which could be found inside of Daedric artifacts. Martin suggested that I start with Azura’s shrine, a shrine well north of Cheydinhal.

Entry 34: Frost Fall 8, 3E433

I have arrived back at Frostcrag Spire just moments ago. Tomorrow, I must report back to Cloud Ruler Temple and resume my duties as a Blade. But before I do, let me record an important event that happened earlier today.

Northeast of the Imperial City, I entered the Ayleid ruins of Vilverin. Nearly a dozen bandits held the first level of the ruins and I soon learned that they were raiding the ruins for artifacts including Welkynd Stones. The lower levels however, were another matter.

Skeletons, zombies, wraiths, and lichs all occupied the lower levels. In one of those levels, I found another one of those Ayleid statues that Umbacano wanted. Eight statues now remained. In addition, I also found a strange glowing white stone. I removed it from its protected cage, deciding that I would need to investigate it later.

Hiding in the deepest recess of the bottom level, I found a fellow Redguard dressed in black robes bearing a red skull. Everything made since now. This man was a Necromancer. Although necromancy was not banned in Cyrodiil, it was certainly frowned upon. And for a man to unleash all those undead, he became an enemy of Arkay. And an enemy of me.

We exchanged no words.

He looked at me. I looked at him and drew my sword. As he began summoning his undead minions, I unleashed a fury of slices into my fellow countryman. As he lay dead, I read through a journal that was nearby. This man, whose name was Jalbert, was a wanted criminal in our homeland of Hammerfell. It was only fitting for a fellow Redguard to enact justice upon him, ending his wickedness. I could only hope that he stay dead.

Entry 33: Frost Fall 5, 3E433

I was approached this afternoon by Jollring, a manservant of a wealthy man who lived in Talos Plaza. Jollring informed me that his master, a High Elf named Umbacano, wished to speak with me regarding an important matter. I agreed to meet with this Umbacano and followed Jollring to the Talos Plaza.

When we arrived at Umbacano manor, I was shown upstairs. As I entered what looked like a study, my eyes rested on the very Ayleid statue that I had sold just three days ago. Umbacano informed me that he was a private collector of Ayleid antiquities and he offered to buy any more Ayleid statues that I might find for double their worth. Umbacano went on to explain that the statue was only one among a collection of ten that was believed to have been spread out all over Cyrodiil by the Ayleids themselves thousands of years ago. I agreed to keep an eye out for more of these statues during my travels and departed.

Entry 32: Frost Fall 5, 3E433

After a few hours of rest at the The All Saints Inn, I departed the Imperial City. After a few hours time, I arrived at the cabin. With my hand wrapped around the hilt of my blade, I entered. Inside, I found Roland Jenseric and immediately I took my hand off my blade. From his appearance, I could tell that Roland was not a vampire at all.

Roland went on to explain what happened the night that his girlfriend was murdered. Roland claimed that Seridur was a vampire and it was he who had fed on and murdered Relfina. After hearing this, I was shocked. I had been in the very presence of Seridur and had not noticed anything unusual about him.

I agreed to investigate Roland’s claim that Seridur was responsible for all of this, so I left the cabin and returned to the Imperial City. There I checked out a few locations that Roland had mentioned. After bribing Phintias, the proprietor of the First Edition, he told me that Seridur frequently visited a cemetery to pay his respects to a departed family member.

I asked about this cemetery and Phintias said that it was an underground cemetery located in a cave known as Memorial Cave, located to the east of the city along the shore of Lake Rumare. Leaving the city, I immediately ran there. Within an hour, I reached my destination.

Darkness had fallen now making this mission all the more dangerous. I entered the cave and found rats, several mutilated corpses, ghosts, Liches, and ten vampires. In the deepest recesses of the cave, I found Seridur waiting for me. I confronted him and he confessed to his wicked ways.

Even then, Seridur did not appear to be a vampire. And then I knew why that might have been. Many vampires are capable of being very persuasive and I may have been under his influence. But now—now I wasn’t. Now my eyes saw through the fog of lies and deceit.

Seridur made a feeble attempt to attack me, but I struck him down before the wicked High Elf even drew his sword. Seridur felt the sting of Arkay’s Spirited Will, an enchanted sword that I myself made.

With the vampires slain, I had to rest for I have again been infected with the disease Porphyric Hemophilia. Using a cure disease potion, I saved myself from the grip of vampirism. Having saved myself and cured my wounds, I returned to Roland’s cabin and informed him of Seridur’s demise.

Roland thanked me and asked that I return to meet with the Order as they wished to speak with me again. So I made my way back to the Imperial City where I met with the Order. I was made an official member of the Order and I was given an enchanted ring called the Ring of Sunfire.

Entry 31: Frost Fall 4, 3E433

Before I left the Temple District Ralsa Norvalo, a female Dunmer, approached me. She requested my help to save the citizens of the Imperial City. Although I was suspicious that this may be a trap by the Mythic Dawn, I agree nonetheless.

I entered the house as instructed and a High Elf named Seridur greeted me inside. He led me down into the basement were I joined the company of two other men. Seridur went on to explain that they were a secret order of vampire hunters known as the Order of Virtuous Blood. Arkay has smiled upon me.

The Order requested my assistance in tracking down an elusive vampire who recently murdered a woman. Apparently, this vampire lived in the Imperial City itself. Eager to become an official member of the Order, I quickly agreed to help.

The vampire in question was a man known as Roland Jenseric. I immediately went to his house, but the door was of course locked. May the gods forgive me, for I had to resort to the criminal art of lockpicking. I’m sure the gods would forgive me, for it was all in the name of justice.

The main floor held no clues that I could find. In fact, everything was consistent with a normal lifestyle. Knowing that may just be a ruse, I entered the cellar. The cellar revealed nothing that would incriminate Roland Jenseric of being a vampire. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of wine including rare vintages. In addition to the wine, I found a few bottles of the addictive drug skooma. Upstairs in the private bedroom, I found a few human skulls as well as alchemy tools. Nothing really stood out that proved Roland was a vampire at all. As I descended the stairs, I noticed a book resting on the eating table. Rather strange that I didn’t notice it earlier—

Resting on top of the book was a love letter addressed to Roland from his now murdered girlfriend. The letter mentioned a cabin where the lovers often met and I recognized the location of that cabin, for I had previously found it during one of my trips to Cheydinhal.

Entry 30: Frost Fall 2, 3E433

With but a few days left of my military furlough, I traveled back to Frostcrag Spire to unload fresh supplies and new equipment. I still had a few matters to attend to, so I watched the sunrise from the top of Frostcrag Spire before departing. The rising dawn was a truly a blessed beauty to behold.

I decided to travel to the Imperial City to ask around about the Ayleid artifact. During my journey to the central city of the empire, I found another Oblivion gate threatening the capital of Tamriel. After closing it, I realized that in total I have closed seventeen gates since the crisis began. And it seems that there is no sign of them letting up. I know that it will be up to me to save this nation of Cyrodiil. It is my destiny.

Upon arriving at the city, I went to the Market District to sell off old equipment and search for answers about my artifact. I presented the artifact to Aurenliwae inside the Mystic Emporium. She said that the statue was worthless by itself, because it was once part of a group. She offered to buy it and I agreed, for I didn’t want to be burdened by it any longer. Perhaps it will be displayed in a museum.

Leaving the store behind I went to the Temple District to visit the Temple of the One. Inside, I was surprised to find Jeelius, the Argonian prisoner whom I had freed well over two fortnights ago from the Mythic Dawn inside their secret base. Jeelius thanked me properly when he recognized me and in appreciation, he taught me new knowledge in the healing arts.

Immediately after we parted ways, two Mythic Dawn agents reveled themselves inside the Temple of the One. Such blasphemy! I killed the murdering assassins while, Jeelius ran again. Perhaps he was merely afraid or dare I say it—Jeelius is perhaps an agent himself. It seemed too obvious to be a coincidence.

If I ever see that slimy Argonian again, I will be sure to ask him.

Entry 29: Frost Fall 1, 3E433

I am a new homeowner today.

More than a full month has passed now since I gained my freedom. Having amassed a wealth over that month from looting my enemies, I decided to purchase a home in the great city of Cheydinhal. The two-story home rests just next to the statue that honors Galerion the Mystic, the founder of the Mages Guild. With plenty of money to spare, I have also fully furnished the home. It is a fine home indeed.

Entry 28: Heartfire 29, 3E433

The past few days have been spent closing more Oblivion gates around the city for a total of five thus far. With the city safe from the Oblivion threat, I decided to reenter the Barren Cave searching for any clues that I might have missed when I last searched it several days ago.

Much to my surprise, I found that the cave had been repopulated with yet more vampires! I encountered six lesser vampires before finding a matriarch vampire orc. All of them fell swiftly on my blade. Deeper in the cave I came face to face with a Dunmer patriarch.

The Dark Elf vampire opened its mouth to speak to me. “Your hatred of the mighty people of Morrowind will be your undoing Redguard.”

To this I replied, “Speak not to me, for the holy light of Arkay is here to cleanse your wicked ways!”

We did battle and I emerged the victor. Blessed be Arkay forever and ever! Amen. Amen.

Entry 27: Heartfire 26, 3E433

The past several days have been used to hone my skills, but they have proven fruitless thus far in my search to find my sister, Sierra. I decided to leave Bruma behind and return to Cheydinhal to search for more signs of vampires in the surrounding area.

Upon my arrival, I was told that an Oblivion gate had opened near the city and to make matters worse, a group of civilians had entered the gate to find a way to close it. They would likely be dead by now, but I decided that I had better enter the gate and search for any survivors.

In the Oblivion plane, I found several bodies of those fallen in battle. From the look of their steel armor, these were no mere civilians. After a few hours of following blood trails, I found two men still alive. After speaking with them, I learned that they were all that remained of a group of self-proclaimed knights known as the Knights of the Thorn.

Farwil Indarys, a Dunmer, was the son of Cheydinhal’s Count. Although he was a fool, at least the Dark Elf had some courage for he had entered this Oblivion plane. That is no small feat for a normal man. But what respect I had for this Dunmer was soon loss when he assumed to boss me around.

The two survivors followed me into the great tower all the way up to the Sigil Stone. After I removed the Sigil, we were teleported back outside the city walls. Farwil made me an honorary Knight of the Thorn, giving me a medallion sporting the group’s emblem. I knew that he had done this so that he too could be recognized as a hero. I accepted, if only to shut the Dunmer up.

The city guard told me that the Count was awaiting my presence, so I went to the city castle to meet with him. Count Andel Indarys was pleased that I saved his son and his city from the Oblivion threat. As a reward, the Count gave to me a magical enchanted longsword, known as Thornblade.

Entry 26: Heartfire 20, 3E433

Having recovered the Draconian Madstone, I returned to Bruma and checked into the Jerall View Inn. After much needed sleep, I returned to the castle. I must admit that I was tempted to keep the Draconian Madstone for myself, for the magical properties alone would aid me greatly in my crusade against the undead minions of the night.

But I am a man of my word so I turned over the amulet. Countess Carvain was thrilled to finally have the artifact in her hands. In return, the countess awarded me with a magical ring. Although it had some nice properties, the Madstone was far better. Although sacrifice is a way of life for heroes, I still felt cheated.

Afterwards, I overheard a rumor in one of Bruma’s shops that a vampire hunter had slain a vampire here within the city walls. As this matter demanded my attention, I decided to investigate this claim. My lingering hope was that somehow…someway…my sister might just be involved.

So, I went to the Lirrian home where I spoke with the lead investigator. I expressed my interest in the matter and slipped him a stipend of gold to gain his trust. He spoke quietly to me about the facts of the case, which sounded fairly convincing.

However, the widow was distraught over the loss of her husband and she vehemently refused to believe that the man she slept with was a vampire. I agreed to begin an independent investigation into the matter if only to ease the mind of the distraught widow.

And so I asked around town about this so called vampire hunter, Raynil Dralis, and I learned that he was lodging at the local tavern. With this new information in hand, I went to the tavern to speak with Raynil, but he wasn’t there. After slipping some gold to the proprietor of the tavern, Olav, he gave me the key to the room.

Inside, I found a journal with details of three men who had found an artifact together. Apparently, this artifact was too powerful for anyone of them to hold onto, so they locked it inside of a special chest that could only be opened with three keys. As each man hold onto a key, it suddenly became clear to me what had happened. Raynil had murdered his friends so that he could have their keys for himself.

With this new information in hand, I returned to the investigator and presented the new evidence to him. He was shocked to learn the truth behind this and he mustered the city guard to spread out and find Raynil. I knew that they would not find him, for he had probably already left town.

Within an hour, my prediction proved to be correct. Raynil was running. I quickly left the city in pursuit, finding him inside of a cave to the west of Bruma. I proceeded into the cave with a torch in hand. As the light glinted off of glass armor, I saw the face of Raynil Dralis.

Raynil was a Dark Elf. Leave it to a filthy Dunmer to commit such a heinous crime. As Raynil would not surrender, he attacked me and I was forced to kill him. With the three keys in hand, I opened the chest and retrieved a simple looking amulet.

Upon returning this amulet to the widow, she revealed what the amulet actually was. In reward for bringing her husband’s killer to justice, she gave me the magical amulet.

Entry 25: Heartfire 20, 3E433

This journal finds me in good health three days after I departed on my journey to find the artifact. I am writing this entry now from the Jerall View Inn inside the city walls of Bruma. Much has happened over the last few days, of which I had very little sleep. I shall now quickly record what has happened before retiring for the day.

Before departing on my journey to retrieve this Akaviri artifact, I prayed and received blessings in the great Chapel of Talos in Bruma. Of the nine holy fonts, I have received blessings from six of them. The remaining three would require my pilgrimage to those wayshrines. They are the wayshrines of Julianos, Stendarr, and Zenithar. I vow here and now that I will make those pilgrimages. But now, I had work to do.

According to the legend that Countess Carvain kindly narrated, the ancient fort was located in the Jerall Mountains. After studying the map and diary provided to me, I left Bruma and traveled into northern Cyrodiil in search of the landmarks on the map.

Around noon, I finally found this first landmark, Dragonclaw Rock. After viewing the map once more, I headed west in search of the great statue. Within the hour, I had found the statue and I was now beginning to believe that the legend might actually be real. After traveling north for another hour, I finally found the entrance to the Serpent Trail mentioned in the diary.

I entered and it wasn’t long before I found the skeletal remains of the fallen soldier who had supposedly written the diary. A stone slab still rested in one of the bony hands so I took it. It was apparent that this slab contained the orders the soldier was supposed to have taken to the fort beyond Pale Pass. Taking the orders, I moved on.

A cold chill swept down from the mountains as snow began to fall, making it difficult to see. I had found Pale Pass. Ogres roamed the snowy region and they proved to be difficult foes. After wandering through Pale Pass for nearly four hours, I finally found the ruins of an old fort.

Inside, the fort was crawling with undead Akaviri soldiers. They fought with such ferocity and even though the Blessed Word turned them away, they just kept coming back. I had to remind myself that thee were no longer the honorable soldiers that they had once been. They were undead, so I had no choice but to fight and destroy them.

I delved deeper into the fort, finding the undead Akaviri Commander on the bottom level. Unlike the other soldiers, the commander did not attack me on sight. Instead, he asked me if I had come bearing the orders. I assured that I did and I gave him the orders that he has been waiting for all these years in life and death.

The commander thanking me for fulfilling my duty, apparently believing that I was the messenger. Upon opening an antechamber, the undead commander vanished. I stepped inside the antechamber finding several chests and the ancient amulet, the Draconian Madstone.

Entry 24: Heartfire 17, 3E433

I arrived in Bruma this morning to buy and sell goods. After visiting all of the stores, I went to the local tavern to enjoy a mid-day drink. Inside, I was approached by an emissary of the countess who informed me that the countess desired an audience with me. Curious as to what she wanted of me, I agreed to meet with her.

After I finished my meal, I went to the castle to see the countess. Countess Narina Carvain has asked me to perform a service for her that I shall be rewarded for. The details of this mission are somewhat sketchy, but she wants me to retrieve an ancient Akaviri amulet from a forgotten fort of the first era. This mission, like the others, would not be easy, but then…they never are.

Entry 23: Heartfire 16, 3E433

On my return journey back to Frostcrag Spire, I stopped at an Arcane Well along the Gold Road. As I drank, I saw a fort to the south. Something nagged at me to enter this fort, so I did. Again, this inner voice proved to be correct, for inside I found a coven of vampires. This coven like the others, held no clues as to where my sister may be.

Fort Vlastarus was now the second coven located near Skingrad. From experience, I knew that could only mean one thing. A powerful vampire resided nearby. I would have to search the outlying areas for more signs. But it would have to wait, for now I had to return to my duties as a Blade.

Entry 22: Heartfire 15, 3E433

On the evening of the fifteenth of Heartfire, Dion, the Captain of the Guard of Skingrad, approached me with questions regarding my interest in Glathir. I first encountered Glathir two weeks ago when Martin and I had passed through the city on our way back to Weynon Priory.

At that time I had passed judgment on the Bosmer that he was insane. With all of the interest surrounding this Wood Elf, I decided to meet him. Near midnight, I went behind the Chapel of Julianos and sure enough, Glathir was waiting there. I wondered to myself if he had been appearing there every night even when I wasn’t in town. I had no reason to doubt that he wasn’t.

Keeping in mind Captain Dion’s words, I spoke with Glathir. He believed that the city was plotting against him and that a handful of civilians were watching him. Glathir asked me to help him buy spying on those who he believed were spying on him.

The little Bosmer wasn’t nearly as crazy as I had original thought. He was far crazier. Glathir had one too many screws loose in his head and now he was a threat to himself and to others. So I declined to help him.

Glathir stormed off and he was mumbling threats aloud to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that I was still within hearing distance. With a bad feeling growing, I followed him. Glathir returned to his home and I decided that I had better wait outside, for the Bosmer might try something foolish.

About an hour later, Glathir emerged from his home brandishing a large battle-axe! He walked across the street and entered someone’s house. I pursued him into the house where I found him attacking a woman. I had no choice but to kill him in defense of the woman, Bernadette Peneles.

Entry 21: Heartfire 14, 3E433

This entry is proof evident that I have survived yet another Oblivion plane.

Shortly after I emerged from hell on the eve of the fourteenth, I came across another daedric shrine located west of Skingrad. And after I spoke with the “priest”, I learned that they were worshiping Meridia. According to the Book of Daedra, Meridia is associated with the life force of all living things and opposes the undead.

Now I was at odds with myself. Could Arkay, one of the Nine Divines, and Meridia, a daedra lord, both co-exist with a unified goal of eliminating the undead? I didn’t have an immediate answer, but I decided not to partake in such sacrilegious worship.

Entry 20: Heartfire 14, 3E433

On the evening of the twelfth, I came across another strange stone, southeast of Skingrad. Only this stones hieroglyphs were orange instead of red or green. This would be the third type of stone that I have found thus far this I have began keeping this journal. Cautiously, I reached out and rested my right hand on the stone. At first nothing happened, but then the stone felt cool and I was suddenly enveloped with a white light. I quickly stepped away from the stone and I immediately knew that knowledge had been passed to me. It would seem that the stars above have granted me the warrior War Cry spell.

Later that evening, yet another Oblivion gate appeared and this time the blasphemous daedra had spawned in the midst of a cemetery. Such sacrilege would not go unpunished. I slipped into the new orcish armor that I had found in Bloodcrust Cavern and entered the plane of hell. A mere six hours later, I emerged victorious only to find that three more gates had opened near the city.

It is now the fourteenth of Heartfire and I have saved the Skingrad from four Oblivion gates thus far. One more yet remains and I can only hope that I will have the strength to close it in time before more open up and threaten the city.

Entry 19: Heartfire 13, 3E433

I found the Wayshrine of Arkay this afternoon. As drank from the cool water, Arkay blessed me. And then I was gripped with a vision. Vampires lurked in a nearby cave to the southeast of Skingrad. To fulfill my pilgrimage, Arkay wished of me to bring light into the farthest reaches of the cave and cleanse it of the foul minions of the night.

Fulfilling that wish, I quickly found the cave in question. As I entered, I saw a sign naming this cave as Bloodcrust Cavern. Inside, were eight vampires all heavily armed. Although my natural resistance to disease has saved me many times before against the vampire disease, Porphyric Hemophilia, without body armor to protect me, it was inevitable that I became infected.

Standing victorious over the last of the vampires, I dropped down to my knees and lifted my robes. A deep scratch had penetrated my abdomen and the wound now burned. Having studied under Jaleel for many years as a lad, I had learned how to make many potions. Perhaps the most memorable of them all, was the cure disease potion.

It was the very same potion that I had been too late to deliver to you my dearest sister and for that I would never forgive myself. It is my continuing hope that I may yet redeem myself and bring an end to your unending nightmare and the nightmares of all those lives that you have touched as a vampire.

After a few hours of grinding elf cup with root pulp inside of my mortar and pestle, I had finally finished. Mixing the fine dust with water, I quickly consumed it. Almost immediately, I could feel the wound healing itself. Black pus oozed out of the closing wound and at last, I was saved. And so my pilgrimage has now been fulfilled and now…now my quest begins in earnest.

Entry 18: Heartfire 12, 3E433

My pilgrimage began on Tirdas, the eleventh of Heartfire. As was custom with such pilgrimages, I departed with nothing but my robes and a dagger. I would have to prove myself worthy in the eyes of Arkay during these dangerous times.

Near the end of my journey, I came across another Oblivion gate just outside of Skingrad. Unlike the others, this particular gate had opened on the Wayshrine of Kynareth, the Goddess of Air. Such contempt and disdain of the gods would not be tolerated, so I entered the gate.

The following morning I emerged victorious from the Oblivion plane with the Sigil Stone in hand. I entered the nearby city Skingrad seeking lodging and everyone thanked me for saving their city. However, when I entered the West Weald Inn, Else god-hater revealed herself as a spy and Mythic Dawn agent. I am happy to report, that she is now dead.

Entry 17: Heartfire 10, 3E433

Here at Frostcrag Spire, I have been studying the many books that once comprised Jaleel’s library. Now…now it was my library. Among the collection, I found a book entitled, Modern Heretics. This book was a study on those who worship Daedric Lords. From what I have read thus far, the Daedric Lord will reward a powerful daedric artifact to one who finds favor with the demonic lord. Something would have to be done about these shrines and I vow to investigate them further at a later date.

But now, I have decided to make a pilgrimage to the Wayshrine of Arkay before resuming my quest to purge the land of vampires. I would need his blessing for such a massive undertaking. This pilgrimage will take many days and I must do this with nothing but my monk robes and a single dagger.

What will this mean for my journal? Only time will tell, but I hope dearest sister, that the following entries will be about how I have freed you from your cursed disease. Arkay willing.

Entry 16: Heartfire 9, 3E433

I awoke eight hours later in the barracks of Cloud Ruler Temple and found a package, which had apparently been delivered by courier as I slept. I opened the package, finding a note, a key, and a sealed document. Upon reading the note, my heart was filled with grief. My Great-Grandfather, Jaleel, had died and he left me his tower, the Frostcrag Spire. The date on the note was over a year old! Why had news of Jaleel’s death taken so long to reach me?

Taking my leave, I left my horse behind at Cloud Ruler Temple and I set out to visit the spire. Traveling through the snowy Jerall Mountains proved to be difficult, but after a few hours time, the tower was within sight. Using the key provided to me, I entered. Inside, the tower was sealed shut. In the middle of the room was a large hand carved out of ice. And resting on the palm of that frozen hand was my great-grandfather’s journal.

As I read his memoirs of how he had come to build this grand tower, tears trickled from my eyes as I realized that the man who had raised me since I was just a lad, was now dead. After closing the memoirs, the great wall before me rumbled and slowly opened. The tower was empty, Jaleel’s effects gone. His journal mentioned that I would have to buy the items back from the caretaker, who was located in the Imperial City Market District.

But the problem with that was that I had little money right now, a mere 11,000 plus gold Septims. Regardless, I decided that I had to honor Jaleel’s memory. So, I left the Frostcrag Spire and continued south. I soon came across a group of people who seemed to be worshiping a statue. As I glimpsed what the statue was, I drew my blade. This was a daedric shrine in honor of Mephala.

I was tempted to kill the worshipers for blasphemy of the Nine Divines, but they appeared to be peaceful. Although they were misguided fools, I decided that I couldn’t just kill them. Leaving the shrine behind, I continued south until I reached the Red Ring Road.

With a few hours to spare before shops opened in the Imperial City Market District, I entered nearby Fort Chalman. Inside, the fort was infected with undead; perhaps the doing of the late Raelynn the Gravefinder. During my cleansing of the foul undead, I encountered an Orc adventurer who was seeking treasure. We parted ways on good terms and I left the fort.

I then went immediately to the Mystic Emporium in the Market District and bought all of Jaleel’s possessions back. I was left with a mere 5,000 gold and could not afford to buy the mallow candles for the magic altars. I would have to save enough gold to buy those later on.

During my journey back to the Frostcrag Spire, I came across yet another Daedric Shrine. I knew this shrine well, for it was the evil Namira. Having picked up the Book of Daedra earlier at the First Edition, I knew this Daedric Lord to be mischievious. And to think that these misguided cretons were worshiping such a demon! I would need to study these shrines later before I decided what to do.

Upon my return to Frostcrag Spire, I was happy to see that the tower was returned to its former glory. Even though I am no mage, I honor Jaleel still.

Entry 15: Heartfire 8, 3E433

Leaving Cheydinhal behind, I traveled back towards Cloud Ruler Temple. Atop of a hill alongside the Red Ring Road, an Oblivion gate appeared. Confident that I could close this gate too, I entered. Several hours later, I emerged victorious.

Although fatigue was setting in, I traveled by horseback for over a few hours until I finally reached Cloud Ruler Temple. Jauffre approached me and I told him how Mankar Camoran escaped with the Amulet of Kings. The Grandmaster of the Blades was disheartened by this news, perhaps because it was stolen while it was in his care. I then showed Jauffre the book that I had recovered and he told me to take the book to Martin at once.

Inside the Great Hall, I found Martin with Baurus standing guard. I spoke with Baurus about how I had slaughtered the Mythic Dawn and he listened with great enthusiasm. He thanked me for helping him in the Imperial City a few days ago and in appreciation, he taught me some new moves.

Sitting down at the table with Martin, I showed him the daedric book, which he immediately snatched from my hands. He apologized, saying that it, called the Mysterium Xarxes, was dangerous. Apparently, the Xarxes was capable of spreading its evil power to those who possessed it. I was relieved that Martin now had this book, but at the same time, I was concerned what this book did to me while I had it in my care. Remembering how I had killed the Mythic Dawn acolytes as they cowered in a corner, I suddenly began to feel some guilt.

Martin informed me that he would need time to study the Xarxes and for that, I was relieved. Finally, I could continue the hunt to find my vampiric diseased sister. Far too much time has passed already and I would have to begin my search in earnest. Arkay willing.

Entry 14: Heartfire 7, 3E433

Before setting out, I visited the Great Chapel of Arkay for my daily blessing. After saying a prayer, I exited and paid homage to the statue honoring Arkay, just outside of the chapel. With my religious duties taken care of, I set out north across the Heartland plains and within the hour, I arrived at my destination.

Stepping inside of the Lake Arrius Cavern, I descended the rocky ramp and stopped once I reached an open area. Standing across the cave, a Mythic Dawn agent stood in front of a door. I crouched down and waited in the shadows, just observing this man. As I sat there, I felt the anger rising within me. Closing my eyes, I recalled that fateful night twelve days ago when this cult murdered Uriel Septim, the Emperor of Tamriel.

My body was trembling now and I drew my Akaviri katana. Charging forward, I attacked the lone agent choosing not to listen to his foul lies. When the agent lay dead, I took his key and proceeded deeper into the cavern. Navigating through the catacombs, I pushed deeper killing every bastard who crossed my path.

I found one Mythic Dawn agent praying before a statue of what I knew to be Mehrunes Dagon. Needless to say, she did not live long enough to finish her prayers. I spat on the statue of the vile demon and continued my search.

With the outlying catacombs cleansed, I proceeded into an adjoining cavern to the sounds of chanting. Creeping forward, I heard someone speaking to those agents who were chanting. Sneaking onto a ledge, I overlooked the scene down below. The speaker was standing behind an altar on the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon. Behind this man, a Dunmer no less, was a much larger statue of the demonic lord.

As the speaker spoke an impending cleansing of Tamriel, it dawned on me that this was none other than Mankar Camoran himself, the author of the Mythic Dawn Commentaries. Drawing my blade, I jumped down onto the shrine plateau to kill him, but he opened a portal and vanished.

I was now surrounded by over a half dozen agents of the Mythic Dawn, including the offspring of Mankar Camoran. Calling on my adrenaline rush, I started hacking and slashing my way through them. Blood spattered everywhere during my enraged state and at last, I finally killed them all, but only just.

Although they all lay dead, the battle took its toll on me. I was not able to call upon Mara’s Gift twice in the same day, so I had no immediate help. Crawling up onto the shrine, I rested and got to work making myself some potions that would heal my wounds. Once I was done, I noticed that an Argonian prisoner lay half naked on a stone sacrificial slab nearby. Thank Talos he was still alive. Once I freed him, he fled without even bothering to thank me.

With the Amulet of Kings now gone beyond my grasp, I took a rather strange book, adorned with daedric hieroglyphs on it, from the altar. I pursued the Argonian, not wanting him to come to harm. Ahead in another open cavern, I came across yet more members of the Mythic Dawn cult. Among them were fresh recruit acolytes.

Unleashing a fury like I have never known, I killed them all. Most of the acolytes fled and I chased them through the tunnels, finding them cowering in a corner. As they pled for mercy, I reminded myself that it was too late to save them from the damnation that has already befallen them.

With their blood running down my katana, I searched around for the Argonian. Alas, I could find no sign of him. Finally, I left the Lake Arrius Cavern satisfied that everyone inside was now dead. Guiding myself to the nearby lake, I dropped all of my gear and bathed myself to cleanse my body of all the blood that has been spilt this night.

Tomorrow, a new dawn would rise and Arkay willing, I would safely deliver the daedric book back to Cloud Ruler Temple.

Entry 13: Heartfire 6, 3E433

When I awoke in the morning, Malene the Innkeeper spoke to me about a necromancer, Raelynn the Gravefinder, who resided in a nearby cave. Apparently, this necromancer’s dealings with unnatural magic caused undead to roam the land near the cave and the Inn. Malene had to say no more, for as a holy warrior of Arkay, I was bound to kill the undead.

I entered Moss Rock Cavern, just north of the Inn, encountering ghosts, zombies, skeletons, necromancers, and of course Raelynn the Gravefinder. By the Nines, I escaped death during my battle with the necromancer. Raelynn proved to be a most worthy foe. If it weren’t for Mara’s Gift, a powerful healing spell granted to me by my birthsign, I would surely have died.

I said a prayer to Arkay , thanking Him for blessing me the stars of the Ritual. Had I been a mere warrior, my life would now be over and I would likely have become one of Raelynn’s many undead puppets.

After I took Raelynn’s staff back to the Inn as proof of my deed, Malene thanked me for my heroic deed and awarded me with a bounty of gold. Leaving the Inn behind, I continued my journey along the Red Ring Road until I reached the Blue Road. Taking that road east, led me straight to Cheydinhal.

Upon arrival, I stabled my horse and entered the city. So here I am now, waiting for the shops to open in a few hours time. Soon I will be ready to make the last trip to the Mythic Dawn’s hidden base. Once there, I can only hope that I will meet with success. Arkay willing.

Entry 12: Heartfire 5, 3E433

I awoke before dawn, skipped breakfast, and headed directly for Green Emperor Way. There I began to search around wondering what would reveal the location of Mehrunes Dagon's shrine. Hundreds of headstones, dozens of obelisks, a mausoleum, a crypt, and one statue were all potential targets. Far too many things to pinpoint which one it was. All that I could do was wait for the sun to rise and show me the way.

As each passing hour passed by, the sun climbed higher into the sky. I positioned myself facing east towards the tower. If the hidden message was correct, then one of the many surrounding headstones, an obelisk, or the crypt before me, would reveal the shrine's location.

With growing anticipation, I watched as the sun climbed higher into the sky alongside the white tower. Eagerly, I searched the headstones but found nothing unusual. The obelisk appeared to be normal, so I turned my attention to the crypt. Upon further inspection of the Tomb of Prince Camarril, I noticed that there was an etching of the rising sun above a rough layout of Cyrodiil. I had seen the same sun emblem before when Baurus and I were in the sewers. I was certain that this crypt held the answer to which I sought.

As midday approached, I ran my fingers across the etching and then all of a sudden, the etchings glowed red! Startled, I jumped back in surprise. Cautiously, I approached and I noticed a marked location on the map. Looking at my personal map, I pinpointed the location near Lake Arrius north of Cheydinhal. With this knowledge in hand, I quickly returned to the city stables.

There, I outfitted my horse with some fine steel armor. Danger lied ahead for me and I intended to keep my horse well protected. After I equipping my Blades armor, I traveled north along the Red Ring Road. Just east of Aleswell, the sky began to redden. Thunder vibrated through the air and I dismounted my horse. I knew full well, what was causing this.

Drawing my blade, I ran forward and entered the Oblivion gate. Again, I spent countless hours inside of the Oblivion plane. After closing the gate, I emerged with the Sigil Stone in hand. Over eighteen hours passed by while I was in Oblivion and now I was beginning to tire.

I continued east until I came across the Roxey Inn. Inside, I paid for room and board and so, here I am at the Roxey Inn enjoying a well-deserved meal. Arkay willing, it won’t be my last.

Entry 11: Heartfire 4, 3E433

Baurus and I left the boarding house in the early morning hours so as to attract less attention. We entered the sewers and spent a few hours navigating through the labyrinth until we finally reached our destination. Although I wanted to meet the Mythic Dawn agent face to face, I agreed to allow Baurus to meet with the agent because of his guilt over Uril Septim’s death.

Meanwhile, I crept onto an overpass that overlooked the meeting room and remained hidden in the shadows. The meeting was proceeding as planned. The Mythic Dawn agent began to reveal information and Baurus played along nicely. And then, all of a sudden, a second agent saw me.

As Baurus engaged in battle, I jumped down to help him eliminate three members of the Mythic Dawn. I retrieved the fourth volume of the Mythic Dawn Commentaries and Baurus suggested that I take all four volumes back to Tar-Meena. We said our goodbyes and we both went our separate ways. While Baurus was returning to Cloud Ruler Temple, I continued to explore the sewers beneath the city.

It was evening when I finally exited the sewers. A few hours of daylight remained, so I sold off some equipment at the Imperial City Market District. Upon my return to the Arcane University, Tar-Meena suggested that I study all of them together as a whole for hidden messages could be within the text. Before I left, a High Elf mage named Bothiel handed me a note and said that she would pay well if I could find and return the stolen parts to the University’s magical machine, The Orrery.

I acquired a room for the night at the Tiber Septim Hotel in the Talos Plaza District so that I could study the four volumes of the Mythic Dawn Commentaries. After dinner, I sat down and began reading over a goblet of Surillie Brothers Vintage 399 wine. After a few hours, I finished reading and realized that the author the commentaries, Mankar Camoran, was a very disturbed man. I got the feeling that should I succeed in my mission, I would be facing him.

Remembering what Tar-Meena had said about hidden messages, I picked up volume two and just let my eyes wander across the page. Almost immediately I noticed that the first three letters of the first three paragraphs, spelled the word “WAY”.

Could it really be that simple?

Paging through each volume I jotted down the beginning letters of each paragraph. When I was finished, the following phrase stared back at me: GREEN EMPEROR WAY WHERE TOWER TOUCHES MID DAY SUN.

So here I am, too excited to sleep. Tomorrow would reveal location of the hidden base of the murderous Mythic Dawn and the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon. Once I had that knowledge, I would welcome the opportunity to enact justice on every last one of them.

Entry 10: Heartfire 3, 3E433

After leaving the Aleswell Inn, I traveled south along the Red Ring Road with the Imperial City white tower in the distance. I stopped at Fort Empire along the way, hoping to find vampires inside, but alas there were none. After clearing the fort of various creatures, I returned to the Imperial City and stabled my horse.

As I changed into less conspicuous attire, I realized that a mere eight days have passed since I had gained my freedom. And now I was back to do service for the very Empire that had imprisoned me for more than two years. Clearing my head of such negative thoughts, I traveled through the Imperial City to the Elven Gardens district.

There, I entered Luthor Broad’s Boarding House and found Baurus inside at the bar. I discreetly sat beside him and ordered a drink. Baurus seemed on edge and he asked me to follow a man who was reading in the corner behind us. As a fellow Blade, I agreed.

Shortly after Baurus got up to enter the basement, the man in the corner got up to follow him. I slipped out of my stool and followed after him. Baurus’ suspicion proved to be correct, for in the basement the man revealed himself to be an assassin, identical to those who killed Uriel Septim. Baurus and I quickly ended the assassin’s life. Baurus went on to explain that the assassins were part of a daedric worshipping cult known as, The Mythic Dawn.

I brought Baurus up to speed on what has happened thus far, including finding Martin and losing the Amulet of Kings to the very cult that was behind everything that has transpired. After searching the assassin, we found a strange book in his possessions. Baurus asked me to take the book to the Arcane University to a mage scholar who studied daedra and I agreed.

On my way to the Arcane University, I stopped by the Imperial Arena and watched a match. Bloodthirsty fans cheered on two gladiators as they fought for their very lives. I was offered a chance to fight as a gladiator myself, but even though it paid good money, I declined for taking another life for gold was despicable.

Leaving the arena behind, I immediately went to the Arcane University. From speaking with the Argonian scholar, Tar-Meena, I learned that the Mythic Dawn Commentaries had four volumes. She went on to explain that the four volumes together were believed to reveal the secret shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, which in turn would provide the location of the base for the Mythic Dawn. The problem was that the last two volumes were very rare.

Thankfully, Tar-Meena provided me with volume two and she suggested that I try to find the remaining two volumes at First Edition in the Imperial City Market District. After thanking Tar-Meena for her help, I made haste for the store.

Phintias, the proprietor of First Edition, informed me that a Wood Elf had already prepaid for his only copy of volume three, so I was out of luck. As I was about to leave, a Wood Elf in red robes entered and requested his copy of the very book that I was seeking to get. I followed him outside and persuaded him to part ways with the rare book.

Gwinas, the Wood Elf, was reluctant to just give me his book, but after I explained that the Mythic Dawn was behind the assassination, he was shocked. Gwinas told me that he had intended on joining the cult, but now he was thankful for my intervention. The little Wood Elf even told me how to acquire the fourth volume.

Apparently, Gwinas was supposed to meet an agent of the Mythic Dawn in the sewers and would then be given the fourth volume of the commentaries. After parting ways with Gwinas, I retuned to Baurus and explained everything. We are now planning to attend this meeting in place of Gwinas later tonight. But now…now I must rest.

Entry 9: Heartfire 3, 3E433

It is early morning now and it is time for me to enter yet another entry. I am writing this entry from inside of the Aleswell Inn. Here are the events that happened this day:

After eight hours rest, I left Bleaker’s Way behind me and continued my journey south along the Red Ring Road. Outside of the Sercen Ayleid ruins, I was attacked by multiple bandits. Blessed be Akatosh, I emerged victorious. Unable to tolerate such lawlessness, I entered the ruins. Inside, I ended the immoral lives of the bandits, including their ringleader.

I have never known much about the ancient civilization of the Ayleid’s, but from what I could discern from the architecture of the ruins, was that they were magnificent builders. In addition, the presence of magic still lingered behind in the ruins as was evident by the blue Welkynd Stones.

From my studies with my great grandfather, Jaleel, I know that Welkynd Stones were able to rejuvenate my inner magicka. With this knowledge, I collected about eight of these stones and left the ruins.

I continued my journey west along the Red Ring Road and stopped at the small village of Aleswell. Immediately, I noticed that the village seemed deserted and void of life. Although the sun had set, the absence of animals alarmed me. After I entered the Aleswell Inn though, my fears were alleviated.

Slightly.

On first glance, the Inn also seemed deserted. But then a voice spoke to me and I could tell that the source of the voice was standing before me. After blinking my eyes, the person quickly explained. The Innkeeper said that the entire population of the village, including the animals, had turned invisible about two weeks ago. They all blamed a wizard who lived in nearby Fort Caractacus.

Agreeing to investigate the matter, I immediately headed to the fort that was just to the south of the village. Upon my arrival, I heard a man yelling at me, telling me to leave him alone. Calling upon a spell that would allow me to detect life, I found the man and spoke with him. Ancotar was the wizard’s name and he did not seem too happy to see me. After listening to the wizard talk about his research, I explained what had happened to Aleswell. With a little persuasion, Ancotar provided me a magic scroll that would reverse the effects of the invisibility.

Before returning to Aleswell, I ventured inside of Fort Caractacus and encountered a conjurer who had summoned several daedra from Oblivion. Needless to say, the fort has been cleansed and another evil spirit has been sent to the gods for judgment.

After leaving the fort, I quickly returned to Aleswell, cast the spell and every thing was normal again. The people of Aleswell thanked me and I was surprised for the owners of the Inn were Dunmer.

Entry 8: Heartfire 2, 3E433

I am writing this brief entry from inside of the Bleaker’s Way Inn. Although it was a long day, not much has transpired. But here is what did happen:

Leaving Cloud Ruler Temple behind me, I traveled south by horseback until I reached the Oblivion gate that I previously passed by. Leaving my horse behind, I entered the gate. My hatred of the denizens of Oblivion was still fresh so I thoroughly traveled through the Oblivion plain and eliminated every single daedra that crossed my pass. This plane of Oblivion was very different from the plane that I entered at Kvatch. Surrounding the great tower, were eight smaller towers. I entered them all and found that each contained a switch that opened a set of large black gates outside. After several hours of sweating and cleaning my bloodied katana, I finally removed the Sigil stone from atop the great tower and closed the gate.

Standing outside of the closed gate, I realized that over eighteen hours had passed since when I first entered the gate. Weary from the long day, I traveled south and found the village of Bleaker’s Way. So here I am now, enjoying a well earned meal with some wine. I have much yet to do today so I better rest.

Entry 7: Heartfire 1, 3E433

I am writing this entry by candlelight in the great hall of the fortress of the Blades. It is after 2:00 AM now and I am weary from the long day. Much has happened since I have last recorded my events in this journal. Pivotal events are now in motion and Tamriel’s hope is fading with each passing day. Let me explain:

Martin and I set out in our journey to return to Weynon Priory at first light. We traveled east along the Gold Road towards Skingrad. After stopping briefly in the city to sell off some more equipment, a strange Bosmer, a Wood Elf named Glathir approached me. Glathir asked me to meet him behind the chapel at midnight and I agreed, although I had no intention of meeting this disturbed elf.

After we departed from Skingrad, Martin and I decided that we would brave the perils of the wild, so we traveled north across the plains. Luckily, our travels were uneventful and we exited the wilderness near the Odiil farm along the Black Road.

Further up the road, Eroner, the shepard from the priory, came running towards us. Eroner quickly explained that Weynon Priory had fallen under attack. Martin and I ran forward, while Eroner kept running away. Up ahead, two assassins identical to those who killed Emperor Uriel Septim, attacked us. Drawing my sword, I called upon my inner adrenaline rush and quickly killed the red robed assassins.

Outside of the priory, Martin and I found both Brothers Piner and Maborel dead at the hands of the assassins. Fearing the worst, we entered the chapel hoping to find Jauffre alive. Inside, Jauffre was fending off two more assassins with a two-handed Akaviri Dai-Katana. The old man fought well, but I quickly engaged the assassins the even the odds. After the assassins lay dead, Jauffre explained that this attack was not aimed at killing Martin, but instead the attack served another purpose.

We quickly returned to the priory where we found that the Amulet of Kings had been stolen from a secret room in which Jauffre had hidden it. The implication of this was immediate. Without the Amulet of Kings, Martin, the last heir of Uriel Septim, could not be crowned Emperor. Fearing the assassins return to kill Martin, the three of us set out on horse back for the fortress of the Blades, Cloud Ruler Temple.

It would be a long arduous journey for Cloud Ruler Temple was north of distant Bruma. We continued north along the Orange Road, encountering imps and wolves along the way. As the sun was setting, we stopped at a Wayshrine just off of the road to drink from it. Rejuvenated from Akatoshs’ blessing, we continued east through the night, with nothing but our torches to light the way.

It wasn’t long before we were met with yet another challenge. Ahead of us, a red glow emanated in the night sky and as we came within sight of the source of this, my heart sank. Standing before us was an Oblivion gate. As the sky turned red and rumbled with thunder, I was now faced with a dilemma. Do I dare enter the gate and risk not only my life, but also the lives of the last Septim heir and the Grandmaster of the Blades? Or do I safely deliver Martin to the safety of the Blades’ fortress? Although I wanted nothing more than to kill more daedra, I decided that it would be wisest to get Martin as far away from this gate as possible.

After marking the location on my map, we continued north along the Silver Road towards Bruma. The further north we traveled, the red sky diminished and returned to normal. We continued through the night until at last we climbed the winding road that led to two great doors of Cloud Ruler Temple.

The double doors opened and a Blade escorted us inside. After we climbed a great flight of stone stairs, Jauffre introduced Martin to the Blades. The Blades in turn raised their swords in salute and hailed Martin Septim as their new Emperor. After a brief speech, Martin talked to me about the Oblivion gates that were now opening up.

For my services to the Empire, Jauffre bestowed upon me the honor of being knighted as a Blade. Having kneeled before him, I accepted this honor and all the duties that came along with it. As I rised, Jauffre presented me with an Akaviri Katana, the sword of the Blades. Inside the armory, I was issued a full heavy set of armor that the Blades wear while on duty.

As my first duty as a Blade, Jauffre commanded me to retrieve the Amulet of Kings. I knew that this would not be a small task, but I accepted the duty nonetheless. Jauffre recommended that I meet up with Baurus in the Imperial City as he continued his investigation of the assassins who were behind this plot.

So here I am now, my life intertwined with the perils now facing all of Tamriel. So, it would seem that my quest to find my vampiric sister would have to wait while I set out on my duties as a Blade in service to the Empire. Arkay willing, I would succeed. Thousands of lives depend upon it.

Entry 6: Last Seed 30, 3E433

Another victory has been blessed to us, but it was not without sacrifice. It is after 11:00 PM now as I am writing this entry from the encampment outside of Kvatch. Martin has finally fallen asleep and although I am tired from the day’s events, I feel that I must record how the mission to retake the castle of Kvatch from the damn daedra, was a success. This is how we won:

Shortly after 11:00 AM, Savlian Matius, myself, Martin, and the remaining Kvatch soldiers charged out of the Chapel of Akatosh and ran forth to the castle. When we arrived at the gate however, it was locked. With little time to spare, I was sent back to the chapel to acquire the help of Berich Inian. Thankfully for all of us, four Imperial Legion soldiers accompanied Martin and I as we fought our way through the devastated city.

After I managed to raise the gate, nearly a dozen soldiers stormed the castle. Savlian Matius and his men stayed behind to hold the great hall, while my forces pushed deeper into the castle in search of the Count. The deeper that we went into the castle, the worse the outcome looked. The dining hall, servants quarters, and even the Count’s private quarters were all in flames. Stepping into the flaming room, I saw that Count Goldwine lay dead in a pool of his own blood. Again, I had arrived too late to make a difference.

Taking the Count’s ring, I returned to the great hall and gave the signet ring to Savlian Matius. I could see in his eyes that he was just as frustrated as I was. With the city retaken, albeit a destroyed city, Matius thanked me for my efforts and he gave me his enchanted Kvatch cuirass as a gift.

Martin and I then traveled back through the burning city and took the long walk back down to the encampment. Much blood had been spilt over the day and my armor reflected that. We sat down and ate dinner in silence and the refugees left us alone. As we ate, I kept looking at my travel sack and I could hear the faint whispers coming from the strange stone inside.

Unable to take it anymore, I opened my sack and a soft orange glow bathed me in its light. Reaching inside, I pulled out the strange smooth Sigil Stone that I had removed in the black tower in Oblivion. Martin watched as I cupped the stone in my hands.

From my studies with my late great grandfather, Jaleel, I knew that many stones held magical properties. And just by examining the Sigil Stone, I knew that this stone was indeed magical. After I tried the method in which Jaleel harnessed the power within his magic stones, nothing initially happened. But then, the stone suddenly crumbled in my hands. As I let the blackened rocks fall to the ground, I noticed that one of the rings on my hand now faintly glowed orange.

As I sit here in the darkness finishing this journal entry, I am reminded once again of my calling. Many lives have perished here at Kvatch, but it will be up to me to make sure that those lives did not die in vain.