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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
Skyrim:Letter from Calcemo

,

It has come to my attention you may have recently acquired a certain   from
Skyrim:Maluril's Journal

Lucky to have talked my way out of the gates at Bruma. Time to leave Cyrodiil.

Skyrim, not so bad if you don't mind the smell of mammoth. Maybe I can forget the research, forget the contract. The air is clean here. 

Caravan brought questions with it. They'll catch up sooner or later. Money won't do any good. Need some dwarven junk to pacify them, but how?

Markarth was promising, but locked up tight and I'm no thief. Need to find another way.

Highwaymen killed the driver and tried to rob me. Vivec must have been with me, managed to talk them into working for me to excavate dwarven ruins they are camped in. Safer than the cities anyway. 

These bandits are thick, but nobody's going to find me down here. Actually found some artifacts, must try to find a buyer. Maybe I'll actually make enough coin to pay these fools what I've promised for their labor.

Can't go to Markarth again. Staying in the ruins for now. What's my next move?
Skyrim:Invitation to Elenwen's Reception

Elenwen, First Emissary of the Aldmeri Dominion to the Kingdom of Skyrim

Requests the Pleasure of the Company of

 

at a Reception on    ,
Skyrim:Letter from a Friend

: ,

:You caused a bit of stir in   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
Skyrim:Aeri's Note

Jarl Skald the Elder,

Anga's Mill will be supplying all the lumber as per your instructions. I hope this will clear up any and all tax burdens my father might have left us with.

I refuse to send any of my workers to answer your call for Stormcloak recruits, though. You can either have lumber or you can have soldiers. We can't do both.

Aeri,
Owner of Anga's Mill
Skyrim:Mzinchaleft Work Order

You want this in writing? Fine. 
The deal is you lot help me get the artifacts out of this ruin and I deliver them to my buyer.  No artifacts, no coin. I will pay by the piece, so get as many as you can.
Good luck getting anything for these without me. 
-Maluril Ferano
Skyrim:Fisherman's Journal (Ilinalta's Deep)

A decent catch of fish is getting harder to come by. Without a good spot soon, I don't think we'll survive the next winter, so I'm traveling further south towards Lake Ilinalta. Folks say it's cursed. Whole Imperial Fort just sank into the water one day, and they say the ruins have been haunted since.

When I asked, I got ghost stories. Tales of people who went out near the lake and never came back. They say spirits haunt the hallways of the sunken fort and steal little children from their mothers' cribs. No amount of coin could convince any of the nearby villagers to guide me there, so I'm following the   River.

Divines protect me. I hope the stories aren't true.
Skyrim:Purchase Agreement (Sarthis Idren)

Got some new product but the price is double. Meet us at the usual spot in Riften Warehouse.


Sarthis Idren
Skyrim:Necromancer's Letter

M'lady,

We have driven the last of the bandits from Fort Snowhawk. Regretfully, the North Tower suffered some major damage in the final assault, but repairs are already underway.

As you predicted, the Fort should be an ideal site for our experiments. Much of it is ruined, of course, but its close proximity to the northern road should ensure us a steady supply of test subjects. We hope to have some preliminary results in the next few weeks.
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.
Skyrim:Bandit's Journal (Fort Neugrad)

For once, we actually caught a lucky break. With Pale Pass closed and Helgen wiped off the map, the last few soldiers up at Fort Neugrad were easy pickings. We should be able to loot the place and be out well before the Jarl has time to respond.


Finally found the keys to the Fort's old library. I sent Brandish down to scour the place. Wouldn't normally waste the time, but I've heard rumor the wizards up north pay good coin for anything magical. At this point, we'll take what we can get. There's a ton of rotten food in the old cellars, but not much else worth taking.
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.
Skyrim:Agrius's Journal

Never thought I'd see the day we were run out of the Knifepoint Gang. Least the storm should cover our tracks. Vidgrod, Raen, and I took shelter in a cave for the night. Looks like there's an old ruin here. Least there are no Draugr around.

Vidgrod and Raen both want to set up here for a while, maybe do some raiding. They ought to know better- the road's deserted, especially this time of year. Plenty of better places up north. But they seem awfully insistent about staying  . Wouldn't even lend a hand when I went out to hunt tonight.

Something's wrong. Raen hasn't said a word since she woke up this morning, just keeps staring off into space. Vidgrod isn't much better. They sick? Not like any illness I ever heard of. I'd just walk out on them, but I can't seem to get up the nerve. I feel like something's holding me back. What is this place?

We're not alone. I can hear him now. Someone, speaking in my mind. Old. Powerful. Halldir, that's the name. He wants something from us. Needs us to stay for the magic to work. I tried to run, can't. Just like them.

Raen jumped first. Onto the cairn. That's what Master wants - blood, sacrifice, power to live again. His magic, I can feel it pulsing in my blood. He's draining us. We'll serve him soon, our bodies, our souls. Just like the others. They're waiting. It's my turn.
Skyrim:Goldenglow Bill of Sale (Gulum-Ei)

This deed signifies ownership of Goldenglow Estate to the undersigned. This includes all property, livestock, resources, buildings and staff. Ownership may only be transferred with an accompanying Bill of Sale.
Skyrim:Aicantar's Lab Journal

Uncle Calcelmo got back from Mzinchaleft today. Lots of artifacts this trip. He even brought me something- a spider that didn't completely shatter when the guards smashed it. He wants me to get it working again. My first big research project!

 

I've reassembled the spider with spare parts from the museum. All the joints move, just not on their own. Uncle said the spider needed a 'control crystal' with the right 'electroharmonic signature'. The Guards are out looking for one now.

 

After yesterday's incident, I assembled a staff to hold the crystal. It actually works! When you use the staff, it creates a beacon of some kind, and the spider just walks on over to it. Better yet, it doesn't attack everyone on sight now!

 

Apparently it will still attack, just not on sight. During this morning's experiment, one of the newer guards was startled and drew his sword, and he was dead before anyone could react. Did it actually detect hostile intent? 

 

Further testing confirms that the spider seems to detect the intent of its controller in some way. Last week, it tried to defend me from a threat. This week, I snapped at a guard who interrupted my latest test, and it lashed out at him. Fascinating!

 

No one appreciates my work. Uncle Calcelmo is buried in his Falmer research, and doesn't have time to help me with the spider anymore.

The Guards are all afraid of it. I keep telling them it's harmless as long as I keep it under control, but there have been too many accidents. They just don't believe me.

I wanted to show the Jarl, but I can't seem to get the spider to leave the lab - it looks like its control crystal only works up here. Maybe if I can reattune the enchantment...?
Skyrim:Karan's Journal

Oh, Talvur! Dear, sweet Talvur! I can't stop thinking about him! Since that first moment I laid eyes on him in the marketplace, my heart was lost. But Father would never allow me to marry a commoner, much less a poor Dunmer miner. Mara, what to do?

  
Another letter from Talvur, the third this week. He says he can't live without me, that he'd rather die than lose me to another. Oh, I feel the same way!

I can't abide this any longer. Father is sure to find out eventually - the maids are all aflutter over my "secret love." Something will slip. Talvur and I must be long gone by then, or Father will have all the Reach up in arms against him.

  
I've convinced Father to take me on his next trip out east. When we reach the inn at Old Hroldan, I'll slip out at night and meet Talvur in the hills above Soljund's.

Talvur says he's been saving his wages for the last few months, stowing them away in the old stump up there. With that, we should be able to buy passage to Riften, and our freedom. Oh, love, I can't wait another hour!
Skyrim:Frost's Identity Papers

:  - Frost
:  - Stallion
:  - Mealy Chestnut

:  - Grane
:  - Sleipnir
:  - Unknown
:  - Loka
Skyrim:Letter to Beem-Ja

Beem-Ja- Keep my daughter safe and you'll earn both your freedom and that damned book you want so badly. But by the Divines, if any harm comes to her, I'll make sure everyone I do business with will hear about what you did in Black Marsh.
Skyrim:Letter to Salma

Daughter-
Skyrim:Hajvarr's Journal

Pickings have been good these past few weeks. Must be because of the war- lots of merchants and cowards looking for somewhere to curl up and hide from all the fighting. I've told the men to ease the burden on these poor souls by relieving them of all that gold they're carrying.

Guard patrols along the road are way up- we can barely set foot outside. Travellers must have complained to the Jarl. It looks like the guard isn't ready to move against us yet, but the pressure is getting to the men. I'm having Ra'jirr keep watch with Ulfr now- that should shut them up about our security. Damn that Balgruuf!

A mutiny! Among my men! I can hardly believe it. Thank the gods Ulfr heard of it in time- he may be blind, but he's not deaf. I killed Anjor myself. A couple of the others ran for it, but we hunted them down quick enough. Only Eisa and Ra'jirr got away. Good riddance.

There's rumor of a dragon attack on Helgen. A dragon! Hardly. More likely just a story made up by some idiot frightened out of his wits by the war.

In any case, the guard seems to have pulled back to the city, so we've been able to run a few decent raids again. One of the merchants had some odd cargo... bunch of pelts and animals, including a wolf. I let the men roast the other animals, but the wolf I saved- be handy to have a guard dog like that, if we could just train him a little...
Skyrim:Note to Rodulf

Rodulf,

Your little stunts try my patience. I know my uncle has issues, but he is our watchman and you will respect him. No more sneaking in and out. No more games with his ledger, or nails on his chair. One more 'joke' and you'll see how funny a day in the cage can be.

Hajvarr
Skyrim:Anise's Letter

Helgi, dear, why do you hesitate? You can feel the power coursing in your blood! You have only to reach out and grasp it! Renounce that boy of yours and come, come live with me in the forest. My sister will be here soon. Together, we can form a proper coven, and your training will truly begin.
Skyrim:Lorcalin's Orders

Agent Lorcalin,


In recent weeks, two prisoners have confessed to worshipping at a   shrine in the hills above  . This cult must not be allowed to grow any further. Find the shrine. Hunt down any heretics you find there. Take no prisoners.


Elenwen
Skyrim:Smugglers' Note

Ahkari,


You can take those prices and eat them. We've found our own source of Skooma now- the real stuff, not that watered-down thirdhand trash you've been selling. And don't even think of ratting us out- one word to the guard, and I'll make sure they know what that 'seer' of yours is   up to.
Skyrim:Merchant's Journal

I begged my husband not to go, but he just wouldn't listen. He said if he delayed the shipment even another week, the Legion would find someone else to take it south.


Let them keep their blasted money. The road to Whiterun is dangerous these days, everyone knows it. So many caravans have been attacked, so many travellers vanished into thin air. Some say it's only bandits, but there are rumors of worse. Goblins. Ghosts. Witches.


Twenty years we've been married now, and I can't bear the thought of losing him. I'm not letting him go alone, not this time. We live or die together. Mara preserve us.
Skyrim:Balmora Blue Note

:Sabine,

:Secured the Balmora Blue in the chest under the Wave just like you asked. Put the best lock on it gold can buy. Just remember that we're splitting the profit.

:Dyryn
Skyrim:Mzinchaleft Guard's Note

I'm sick of repeating myself. Hand this to the man replacing you between shifts, and ensure he reads it before you leave the post. 


I am not to be disturbed. Permit no one in my chamber, ever. Certain people may come looking for me. I want those people dead.


You'll be back to raiding pig farms tomorrow if you foul this up.
Skyrim:Adventurer's Journal

There's something unsettling about these caravan attacks. I expected bandits, but the remains we saw were literally torn apart, rent limb from limb. Yet no mere animal could coordinate an attack on a full-sized merchant train. And wolves don't take prisoners.

We've found a trail leading up into the hills. We'll make camp here for the night, then set out at dawn. Whoever- whatever- murdered those people, we'll make sure it never happens again.
Skyrim:Thonar's Journal

Madanach is becoming unruly. You'd think that 20 years in prison would calm a beast like him down a bit. Maybe I should have let the Jarl execute him after the uprising after all.

Still, he's been invaluable in getting rid of several "problems" over the years. Maybe I'm overreacting. No one knows about our little arrangement. Not even the Forsworn. I wonder how they would react knowing their "King in Rags" was one of my most important assets?

This little shadow rebellion of his better not start to include me, though. If I find out he's even thinking about double-crossing me, I'll make sure he dies inside Cidhna Mine, like the animal he is.
Skyrim:Margret's Journal

Meeting at the Treasury House later today. Took them long enough. These people act like they own everything.

Thonar Silver-Blood is the younger brother, but he's obviously the one in charge. Makes all the deals, bullies local landowners into selling to him. Even employs that wispy girl at the door to deter "trouble-makers" like me.

General Tullius is growing impatient, but I'll bring back the deed to Cidhna Mine. On my life, I won't allow a group of Stormcloak sympathizers to own the prison to the most notorious criminals of the Reach. They say no one escapes. Why? Is it really that secure?

Maybe I've played my hand too soon by rushing the confrontation with Thonar. There are shadows around every corner in this city, and I know I'm being watched.
Skyrim:Bloodstained note

They 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.
Skyrim:Scrawled page

I don't know how long we've been down here. Father came down to find us, but those things captured him as well. I asked him if he'd seen Mother or Mani, but I don't know if he could even hear me. One of those big bugs bit him when he tried to get free and now he's feverish.
Skyrim:Ramati's Journal

We finally did it. We bought the lighthouse. I thought Habd was just making idle promises all these years, what husband doesn't want to promise their wife the two moons from the sky, but I didn't think we'd actually manage to get it! Now if I could only find where we put everything 

 

I can't find my favorite cooking pot and it is slightly infuriating. Sudi and Mani seem unhappy, but they're still young and don't seem to understand that we just want to spend a few more years with them before they leave us to see the world. I know they think their father will live forever, but I see his age creeping into his eyes. He made me promise again that when he died I would put his bones in the lighthouse fire so he could look out over the ocean forever.

 

Oooh those two get to me sometimes! I went to unpack some of our keepsakes from the trading ships we used to sail but I can't find them!

 

Sudi keeps saying she's hearing something in the basement at night and Mani suggested it was skeevers! They know I hate skeevers! Now I'm too scared to go down there at all. I'm glad I unpacked my favorite urn and put it safely on the mantle before those two started causing mischief. If they put a skeever in the basement I swear...
Skyrim:Midden Incident Report

The missing students were found in the Midden this morning. Dead, as expected. None of us bothered keeping a detect life charm for the search at this point.

The bodies were found together, each suffering the same deformities; peeled and bubbling skin on the arms and face. Conjurer's burn, as it's commonly referred to around the College. There's little doubt they were attempting a summoning ritual well beyond their capabilities.

The relic nearby put any doubt in this theory to rest. I admit that I've never seen one like it - a large, segmented sculpture of a gauntlet, the Daedric sigil ' ' emblazoned upon the palm. Attempts to move it were in vain. I must show it to Archmage Sedoth during his upcoming visit. Perhaps he will know more.

While we couldn't move the relic, I was able to pry four "rings" from it. I'm sure there's a connection between them and the ritual the students were attempting. 

I'll store these in the Arcanaeum until we can consult with a conjuration master to learn more.
Skyrim:Eltrys' Note

Meet me at the Shrine of Talos.
Skyrim:Note

Note may refer to:

Note (corpse), a note found on a corpse
Note (DB), an unused alternative to the Mysterious Note
Note (DG), a note found in the Soul Cairn
Note (Forelhost Crypt), a note found in Forelhost Crypt
Note (Forelhost Refectory), a note found in Forelhost Refectory
Note (Fort Greenwall), a note found in Fort Greenwall
Note (Mistwatch), a note found in Mistwatch
Note (treasure), a note about buried treasure
Notes, a list of notes and letters found in the game
Skyrim:Kyr's Log

Frostmere Crypt, Week 12 
What a disaster. We haven't seen a caravan in a week. We actually lost ground in the tunnels- Thal and his team were crushed when their section collapsed. I've heard word of a mutiny. If next week isn't any better...


Frostmere Crypt, Week 13 
Two new recruits- Eisa and Ra'jirr. Girl said she did time in Cidhna Mine, down in Markarth, and it shows- she's got more experience than all of us put together. I've put her in charge of the dig. Cat's good with a blade, so I've sent him topside with the raiders.


Frostmere Crypt, Week 14 
Tunnel's going well. Eisa made our first big find just yesterday- buried chest with a couple hundred gold. Topside, Ra'jirr and his team have hit five merchants this week, in and out faster than the guard could respond. Looks like things are finally going my way.


Frostmere Crypt, Week 15 
The tunnel broke out into some kind of giant cavern. There's whole forest down there- found a nice sword all laid out on some kind of monument and everything. But this is just strange. Eerie. What is this place? Not like any tomb I've ever seen.


Frostmere Crypt, Week 16 
I think the cat's gone crazy. All of a sudden, he can't focus, keeps muttering to himself. He's gone from our best raider to our worst- botched two jobs just today. Eisa's trying to cover for him, but she's not fooling anyone. 

Lately, he keeps asking to see my sword, begging to borrow it. Like I'll let him get his paws on it- it's beautiful, perfectly balanced, better than any I've ever held. Sure, he can have it- right in the gut.
Skyrim:Eisa's Journal

Left the White River gang this morning, with Hajvarr's thugs on our tail. Wasn't a bad gig, but it was time to move on. Ra'jirr and I weren't getting anywhere with him in charge.


I'll never understand how he does it. I couldn't find so much as a rumor in Windhelm, while Ra'jirr stayed outside the city, got wasted on  , and still managed to find us a lead- some gang out Morthal way. They're holed up in an old ruin, digging it out in between raids on the caravans.


Joined up with Kyr's band. Their treasure-hunting dig is a disaster: three months of work have barely cleared a single hall, and six men have died from the cave-ins. I've taken charge of the dig, while Ra'jirr is leading the raids topside. Maybe that year in Cidhna Mine will pay off after all.


You'd think a man who could swing a sword could use a pickaxe, but these louts are exhausted after barely an hour. No wonder this tunnel's taking forever. I've set up round-the-clock shifts, and ordered double rations for the best diggers. That'll give them some incentive.


Night shift woke me to say they'd hit something big. Kyr, Ra'jirr, and I went down to take a look. It's huge, like a whole forest was just swallowed up by the earth, with a big old monument out in the center. Kyr took the sword from it as a trophy, proof his whole plan was finally paying off. For once, he might be right.


Ra'jirr's been having nightmares over the past few days. He keeps muttering about a "Pale Lady"- one of those swamp women who steal children away at night, I think. To think some fool story could turn the toughest bandit I know into a cowering kitten, frightened of his own shadow. I'm just glad none of the others see him like this.


It's getting worse. Ra'jirr can barely sleep at all now, and whenever he dozes off, he wakes up screaming- woke the whole place last night. He says the "Pale Lady" is coming for us- she's down in the forest, we have to return the sword or she'll kill us all. Not a chance- the boss clings to that thing like he was born with it. I've told everyone Ra'jirr just has a fever, but this can't go on. I've pulled a few things together. I'll slip out tonight and never look back.
Skyrim:Sudi's Journal

I hate it here. Why did we have to move to Skyrim anyway? I miss the big port cities, there was always something to do and new people around. Or even being cabin girl on   we used to sail on would be better than this! Mani says we should run away, but I can't leave Mother and Father alone out here... Oh what to do?

 

We've been here for two months now and there is nothing to do! From the top of the lighthouse we can see all the way to the College at Winterhold, but Father says that magic is for Daedra worshippers. The only interesting thing to have happened lately is that Mother snapped at us at dinner and accused us of stealing things out of the cellar. I did hear scratching down there the other night, but I thought it was just Father cleaning fish.

 

I caught Mani in the cellar a couple days ago going through some the barrels and crates. At first I thought it was him all along making those scratches to play a trick on me, but I heard them again last night and Mani was in bed. Father finally said he would go get some traps and poison from town in case it's skeevers. I'm really scared, it doesn't sound like skeevers to me.

 

Mani won't listen, he thinks I'm just making up the noises and keeps sneaking into the cellar! Oooh why is he so stupid some times? I don't know why he keeps going down there but I've found the cellar key he copied and hid it in Mother's favorite keepsake so he won't find it. The scratching is getting louder.