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.