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Online:To Jalal

,

No, I don't know what damned   ruin was here before. No, I won't go digging in the lava to find out. Stop asking!

-
Online:Thane Jeggi's Drinking Hole (note)

Rules of the Hole:

1. Respect the hole. Keep it clean and keep it quiet.

2. Spend at least a few hours a day contemplating the fish.

3. Don't tease the mammoths!

4. Drink, drink, and drink some more.

5. Replace the mead!
Online:Phillip's Note to Yasmine

Dearest  ,

I can't tell you how hard it is for me to write this. I can't go on living this lie. What I mean to say is, I know about you and  . I saw you, three months ago, kiss and exchange a look that meant much more than a kiss. That was the moment suspicion and faith gave way to truth and betrayal. 

I won't ask you how you could do it. But I won't remain in a marriage that's not worthy of the name. 
Still, I've not given up on you or on us. I still hope that we may be reconciled. 

If that hope is not in vain, I pray you'll respond to this letter by meeting me at the entrance to the   at the very hour when we first met, all those many years ago. 

I think you remember. It had rained most of the day, and then the clouds broke and the sun came out, lighting up your golden hair. I took it as a sign and finally worked up the courage to speak to you.

And now we find ourselves in this untenable situation.

I hope my faith in you is not misplaced,
Lore:Sanavar's Research Notes

Day 1
:We know that the   had an advanced understanding of  . To this day, the symbols used to represent the star signs are drawn from Dwemer writings.

:Unfortunately, our knowledge begins and ends there. The few fragments of Dwarven writing that have been recovered are either too short to be informative or too complex to be translated. 

:It's my hope that the Dwemer ruins in   will shed some light on the origin of the mysterious   that dot the countryside and explain their relationship to the star signs.

:Specifically, I am using Muhay at-Turna's invaluable guide to ancient  n astronomy to compare symbology in Dwemer ruins to nearby Yokudan temples to see if I can establish a connection between the more recent observations to those of the long-vanished Dwarves. 

:If At-Turna's theory is accurate and the Yokudans who settled Craglorn were following the star signs, then it is possible that they investigated the Dwemer ruins at an earlier time, before decay and wealth-seeking opportunists had done their destructive work. My hope is that a comparison of Yokudan and Dwarven writings will fill in gaps in the historical record.

Day 2
:I have been fortunate that this ruin is much better preserved than many I have encountered. 

:However, this also means I must proceed with extra caution, as the slightest misstep could activate the   and surely spell my doom.

Day 6
:I returned to the surface today for supplies. I also sent copies of the few fragmentary Dwarven texts I've discovered in my library. I will try to decipher them later, when I have more time and access to my books.

Day 10
:Damn it. The defenses have activated. I don't know how it happened. I made certain not to touch anything!

:Hopefully, someone will find my notes and can continue my research.
Online:Selene's Letter

,

You need to talk to  . He insists on joining the  . He won't listen to me. He has always resented our marriage. But you're his father. He admires you and you understand him better than I ever have. Please. Talk to him.

Selene
Online:Smuggler's Note (Craglorn)

This is your last warning. A slip-up of this kind can't happen again. 

At least half the eggs in my last order were cracked. The buyers don't want cracked eggs, and they don't want dead eggs! They want intact eggs that will hatch into actual, living  . I don't know why. I don't care. Just bring me the eggs!

Rumor has it there's a prime nest in that old   ruin.  , I think it's called. Bring me the eggs and try not to get crushed by any  .
Online:Star-Gazer Merith's Journal

Another night in the wilderness, searching the sky above for any signs of the missing  .

Wait. What's this? Oh, what a cute, little fox! So lively and playful! I think it wants me to follow it. What fun! And what a smart little creature.

Go on, little fox. Lead on and I shall follow!

Oh no! By the stars above, those are very big—
Lore:Targa's Note

Dearest  ,

I must first request that you burn these letters after reading them. I am sorry I have not written at more length or with more frequency, but trouble follows me like a cub chases its mother.

It is difficult for me to commit to words what I have experienced these many months away from you. Difficult, because each day my thoughts slip nearer to blasphemy.

Our   has taken us north into the place the barbarian peoples call  . It is as inhospitable as the name suggests, unfit for any person to live in. But our Illustrious Emperor presses on, bent on the promise of a city of shimmering waters in the middle of the desert and mad dreams of an immortal army.

See? My pen betrays me. But what else can I call our Inscrutable Emperor's plan? A warrior's reward is eternal glory and rest for his weary body, but what of the warrior who is denied rest? What comfort is there for such a soldier?

Our Resplendent Emperor would deny us death for his own glory. He would profane our bodies by having them rise again in unnatural forms to fight for him across the ages. Once again, my words form the foulest blasphemies.

In truth, I know that it is not our Marvelous Emperor who errs (I do not allow the possibility), but   who is by his side, always breathing corruptions into his ear. He stinks of ambition and his words cloy with false flattery.

Still, this will be the last time I write to you dearest Anya. The error lies, ultimately, in myself. For though I am pledged to follow my master into death, I am unwilling to follow him after. When I am finished penning this letter, I will take the honorable course and die by my own sword.

I beg you destroy this letter when you receive it, lest our Celestial Emperor perceive that you share in my guilt.

Yours ever and always,
Online:The Trial of the Arena

The second trial is the  .

The arena master awaits those of stout heart and strong will to best the arena champions.
Online:The Trial of Fire

The first trial is the trial of fire.

Defeat the winged ones that guard the path. Light the braziers and the guardian will appear. Defeat the guardian and the way will be opened.
Online:The Trial of Air

The third trial is the Trial of Air.

The sands of true sight will guide your feet and reveal the secret path.
Online:The Trial of Martial Knowledge

The   trial is the  .

Place the books of the trials in the proper order and prepare to demonstrate your knowledge to the master.
Online:The Trial of the True Path

The fifth trial is the  .

  below the library and bow before the altar to find the true path through the darkness.

This is the final trial. Only those who have mastered the previous trials will find the way.
Online:The Stars Have Eyes

The stars have eyes. They are watching.

The stars have eyes. They are watching.

The stars have eyes. They are watching.

The stars have eyes. They are watching.

The stars have eyes. They are watching.

The stars have eyes. They are watching.
Online:The Way of the Blade

Five trials comprise the  .

The first trial is the  .

They that steal the flame from the winged guardians may light the path and begin the Way of the Blade. 

This is the first trial.
Online:Tishi's Research Notes

Symptoms: Increased strength and constitution, followed by disorientation and eventual madness. Rambling statements characterized by multiple references to someone called " ."

Cause: The discolored water in the ruin of   appears to afflict any who drink it.

Experimental Cure: A concoction of   to calm the mind quiets the afflicted for a time, but rambling resumed thereafter.

Experimental Treatment One: Poison introduced to induce vomiting after water consumption, but vomiting did not alleviate symptoms.

Experimental Treatment Two: Applied   and   to forehead to stimulate humors in the brain, but produced no noticeable effect.

Experimental Treatment Three: Attempted to purify the water through boiling and adding various neutralizing  , but curse remains intact.
Online:To Zelguma the Strong

,

Please continue your efforts in western  . With the help of the  s, the   will soon control the entire region. 

And remember, your resolution and steadfast loyalty will be well rewarded. Perhaps you'd like to wear the robes of the next Minister of  ?

—
Online:Tome of the Anka-Ra Guardians

unburied stand 
The ever-living sentinels.

May they watch unblinking 
Keep harm or strife from disturbing 
The unfettered dreams of the dead.
Online:Treasure Hunter's Journal (Craglorn)

3rd Frostfall
I've been tricked and led astray! There's no hoard here, no heaps of gold. Just cogs and springs and hissing pipes. What a fool I've been! I can't despair, though. There has to be something of value in this place. Something hidden. I'll find it. I've worked too hard to turn back now.

4th Frostfall
I've found a book. No small feat given how many of those damned   are skittering about. The writing is so small and smudged, but it looks like plans for building something. Something big. Whatever it is, I'm   it's in here somewhere. It just has to be!

6th Frostfall
 's mercy, there are so many of them. Those  . Lucky for me, they clank and thud louder than wagon-wheels on cobblestone. 

They know I'm here. Their patrols are becoming more frequent. They've got to be protecting something. What a stroke of luck! No one protects something unless it has value. I may make my fortune yet!

8th Frostfall
It's found me. By  , it's huge! It hears everything. Even quill strokes on paper! I'm never going to make it out of here alive.   help me! 

If you're reading this, don't go any farther. Let it sleep. Don't wake it up.
Online:Treasure Hunter's Note

After fifteen years of near-constant searching, I believe I have finally located it. I found the   stronghold of   and, of course, its legendary vault! 

They said I was foolish. They said there could be no Dwarven treasures remaining, that they had been plundered by bandits or lost to time. They were wrong! 

I set out tomorrow. In a week's time, I'll be richer than   himself! And everyone who laughed at me will bend over backwards when they see the gold this will earn me.
Online:Trumbull's Note

Cal,

I've got a buyer for five   and five  . He's offering a premium price. I mean, you could buy   with this kind of gold! Well, maybe not all of Glenumbra, but you get my point. Wealth for your sons and your sons' sons, and all that.

Now, I don't know where you're going to find these things, and I don't care. But you're going to find them. Right? We need this score.
Lore:Waterlogged Journal

In the market square today everyone is talking about rumors from the coast. Ships spotted, they say, full of invaders. The same invaders, they say, that have recently come to the southern  .

It seems like every day there is some new invader. We have withstood previous attackers. Our water is coveted in  , but the rock and sand protect us—and so do the  s. I do not think this time will be any different.

—

Word comes that the invaders are unrelenting. Their leader has a name.  . It's an ugly name, I say, but   wonders what it matters if the name is ugly? I am not worried about being conquered by a general with an ugly name.

—

Today General   made an announcement.   and his army are coming, but the Nereids have pledged to protect us. He told us not to worry, but I wasn't worried, anyway.

—

The city is in panic. Word reached us that the forces Zal'ik sent to meet the oncoming enemy were slaughtered. Not a soldier survived except for one wounded lieutenant, sent to bring word of Tarish-Zi's coming. They say the enemy's army is immortal. They say Tarish-Zi himself is immortal. I don't believe it, but for the first time I feel anxious about this impending attack.

—

General Zal'ik ordered everyone to take up arms in defense of the city, so I fashioned a mace from a broom handle and an old hammer. (The blacksmith is overtasked and there are not enough weapons to go around for all of us.)

Everywhere there is a sense of foreboding, that this really is the end. Our city, which has weathered so many invasions, will finally fall. But there is also a feeling of deep friendship. The petty squabbles that used to fill the marketplace with so much noise have been replaced with words of friendship and encouragement. If we will die, we will die together.

—

Rumor is that General Zal'ik has turned to the Nereids for help. Everyone hopes that   and her daughters will intervene on our behalf. Our only hope requires a miracle.

[The rest of the journal is too waterlogged to be legible.]
Online:Waylaid Traveler's Journal

8 Last Seed
We were warned that the roads of   were treacherous. We thought we would find safety in numbers among the caravans, but it turns out that the   isn't as benevolent as we had hoped. They demanded a huge "transport fee" to assure our safety. We decided to take our chances and travel the side roads. We heard tales of bandits in the hills, but we are well armed and have our own guards. We should be fine.

10 Last Seed
So far, our decision has paid off. Our journey has been uneventful.

11 Last Seed
One of our guards says he heard howling in the night. Now all of the guards are frightened and demand more gold before continuing our journey.

14 Last Seed
The guards remain nervous, but we've spent less than what the Dragonstar Company demanded of us. Our venture remains profitable.

18 Last Seed
There was a storm today. Thunder and lightning and torrential rains. I thought this was supposed to be a desert? I guess it has to rain sometime, but it got so bad at times that we couldn't see the path in front of our feet.

After we were completely soak, we decided to take refuge in a cave. In the morning, we will start out again.

19 Last Seed
We all heard the howling tonight. Our guards have shown themselves for cowards and abandoned us. I can't wait to be rid of this foul cave, just as soon as the rain stops falling.
Online:Yamanu-ko's Letter to Her Apprentice

Faithful Apprentice,

I trust you have made the arrangements with our new allies. I look forward to meeting them at the appointed location in the ruin of  .

As for  , he will not pose a problem. He fled when the  s turned, and our helpful allies have arranged for him to be kidnapped by bandits. He will not interfere with our plans.

I must ask you to keep an eye on your fellow apprentices, however. I have concerns that   is wavering in her support of our deal.

Your Master,
Lore:Coming of the Learned One Vol. I

Volume I

The learned one has begun work in the upper chambers that promises to be the most scintillating magic I have ever witnessed. It will consume the upper floors of the  , and I am among the stewards of the upper floors. I cannot think of a better way to die than writhing in the sorcery of the learned one—but it means my time on   grows brief.

Thus, I spend my final days recounting the learned one's arrival. What follows is a recollection of the Archive's defining moment. Though we built it intending to reach for  , it was a denizen of Aetherius who found us.
Lore:Coming of the Learned One, Vol. II

Volume II
 
The learned one came to us with a booming roar like thunder, enveloped in a gleaming sheen. Hers was a foreign glimmer that filled the   for the first time in many years.
 
At first we were perplexed, dismayed, but mostly annoyed. We had the audacity to think we would deny her access to   and its secrets. As if we had seen or touched or made anything in our pitiable tower that she couldn't best with a word.
 
We voiced our displeasure at her arrival, and bade her take leave of us.   and   continued their research as if nothing was amiss, squinting to read through the brightness.
 
Her light told us she was displeased. Its intensity grew, and in the moment, we thought she was   come to  , burning like a miniature sun.  , Yanaril, and   were swallowed in her glow and never returned, leaving blasted streaks where they once stood.
 
The rest of us fell to our knees. Not in surrender, but in euphoric elation. Never had we glimpsed such wondrous magic.
 
We welcomed her, then. What choice did we have? We wept, and kissed her feet as she entered the tower.
Lore:Coming of the Learned One, Vol. III

:Volume III
 
:In the beginning, the   frequently graced the experiment halls.
 
:That first day, her very presence sparked long-dormant casting circles to life all at once. Three of my subordinates were frozen solid in the  , lost in a sudden rush of  .
 
:A dozen more vanished in the  &mdash;so powerful was the fire that burst to life when the Learned One entered that there were no ashes, no sign that they had ever been. Twelve lives incinerated more efficiently than any spell I have ever constructed. It was beautiful.
Arena:Black Wastes

The ruler is Lord Perore. Its rival is Wind Keep.

Black Wastes has road connections to Evermore and Wind Keep.
 

Locations
Books:Agents and Reagents: The Bounty of Mundus

''Agents and Reagents: The Bounty of Mundus is a short tie-in book to Elder Scrolls Online, which came in The Hero's Guides to The Elder Scrolls Online'' set. It is the journal of  , second apprentice to  , and catalogs potion ingredients used by them.
 

Information
Characters and Summary

Notes
An online copy of the book can be found here.
Online:Azara (Cyrodiil)

Azara is a Redguard who has died at Mist Morrow Vale. A ''Weathered Note'' sits beside her.
 

Related Quests


Quest-Related Events
During the related quest, you must bring news of her death to Marodeen.
Online:Marodeen

Marodeen is a Redguard researcher found inside his house in Vlastarus.
 

Related Quests


Dialogue
He will greet you with his views on Vlastarus:
:''"This is a good place for me to continue my research. It's mostly quiet here, and the people keep to themselves, which I appreciate."
:Tell me about your research.
:"I'm studying the Ayleid ruins that dot Cyrodiil's landscape. There is so much we don't know about those ancient Elves. If you want more details, you'll need to wait until I publish my papers."
:Are there any ruins nearby?
:"Of course. No place in Cyrodiil is far from Ayleid ruins, it seems. There are ruins at Ceyatatar to the north and at Nornalhorst to the south. Both are dangerous places, however. If you do visit them and find objects, please bring them to me!"

Once the quest is complete, Marodeen will have a new greeting:
:"Azara was always more interested in exploration than research. She loved breaking into an undiscovered ruin and gathering all the objects she could cart away. I'm going to miss her."''

Quest-Related Events
During the related quest, you will be given the option to deliver Azara's final words:
:I found this near the ruins in Mist Morrow Vale.
:"I know that handwriting. This is a note I hoped never to receive. But I thank you for delivering it to me."
Online:Porath

Porath is an Argonian found in Shor's Stone. She is later captured by the Stonetalon Clan to be sacrificed to a hagraven coven at Northwind Mine.
 

Related Quests



Quest-Related Events
Scouting the Mine
She can be found with Tovisa in the corral at Northwind Mine.
:''"You're working with Tovisa? I hope you have a plan."

If you speak with her after talking to Tovisa, she laments her position.
:"All that live must die someday. Perhaps this is my day."

When you arrive in the mine, she can be found with an eyeless Tovisa.

Breaking the Coven
Speaking with her after starting the quest:
:"Rest assured, I will not abandon Tovisa."

After killing the hagraven matriach, she can be seen helping Tovisa navigate the mine.
:Porath: "Don't worry about us, we'll find our way out."

After exiting the mine:
:Porath: "We made it out. Now to see to Tovisa's injuries."''

After the quest, she leads Tovisa back to Shor's Stone.
:Porath: ''"The way to Shor's Stone should be clear of the Reach, I hope."''

She can later be found back at Shor's Stone overseeing Tovisa's rest.
:''"Poor thing. Just terrible what's happened to her. After what we've been through, I don't feel right leaving her side, not sure if I ever will."''
Online:Maurice Baelborne

Maurice Baelborne is a Breton spirit found in his former estate. He is Lady Baelborne's son. Maurice is also the father of Athel Baelborne, the current owner of the family's old estate. His son consistently refers to him as a bad person.
 

Related Quests


Quest-Related Events
During the quest, it is revealed that he fell in love with Claudie Themond, who he intended to marry. You will see him in three visions shown to you throughout the ruins of Baelborne Rock. Searching through the rubble to the east will net you Claudie's Journal. A vision will appear once you take it.
:Claudie Themond: "Hand in hand, we snuck through the gardens and sat on a bench beneath the moon. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine."
:Claudie Themond: "Our love is forbidden. Still, we care for each other deeply. He plans to tell his parents of our love soon."
:Maurice Baelborne: ''"I've returned, my love. I missed you so much"

The second vision is triggered by heading up the stairs just west of that memory and digging through the rubble there for the Broken Necklace.
:Claudie Themond: "Maurice … what is this? It's beautiful."
:Maurice Baelborne: "My mother's necklace. She gave it to me. Told me to give it to the woman who would … who would become my wife."
:Claudie Themond: "Is this … is this what I think it means? Oh, Maurice! This is the happiest day of my life."

Head up the stairs to the southwest and dig through the rubble there to find a Bloodstained Tunic and trigger the third memory. Claudie is being confronted by Lady Baelborne, who is holding an axe. Maurice stands behind her.
:Claudie Themond: "I didn't steal your necklace, my lady! I swear to you. Your son gave it to me. Maurice, please tell her!"
:Lady Baelborne: "Silence! My son would never give my necklace to a lowly serving girl. I don't know which is worse, your lies or your thieving fingers."
:Claudie Themond: "Maurice! Please! Tell her of our love. The time we've spent together. Why won't you say anything?"
:Maurice Baelborne: "I'm sure she didn't mean to steal it. She's been working awfully hard. Perhaps exhaustion …."
:Lady Baelborne: "Enough! I'll hear no more excuses. Punish her with the whip and then lock her in the tower."''
Lore:A Fortune Behind Those Walls

This   isn't just a cenotaph for Frandar Hunding. It's where his ancestors hid his treasures! Hunding was the greatest hero of  's people. Why he never tried to crack open the monument is beyond me.

I don't know much about stonework. I can't exactly ask around, can I? If Bhosek catches wind of what I'm doing, he'll take it all for himself.

But how hard can it be? Hit the stone with a pick until it crumbles, then plunder everything inside. I'm sure to find a fortune behind those walls!
Lore:General Malgoth's Journal

Day 1

A record of the war to unite the   of northern   under the leadership of  .

Concluded that war is the best option. The   do not fear the Bosmer. Inter-tribal war is a small price to pay to provide a strong, united force against our enemies.

The war council agrees   will be the first to fall. They forsake   for the deceptions of the  s and are little more than a weak band of hunters. They will serve the Bosmer best as an example to the other villages.

Day 2

Victory is ours. An easy triumph. Lost one soldier when he fell from a tree. Three wounded. After fulfilling the  , we will be prepared to take the rest of the villages.

Day 2 continued

Treachery! The Bosmer of Vullain poisoned their bodies. A foul trick, a mockery of the Meat Mandate!

Begged the Nereids for a cure. They look at us with what I can only assume is disgust. They can't be bothered to kill us. They know our fate, as do we.