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Lore:The Black Year

We know not when   first tired of her duty and began eliciting her entertainment from unsuspecting  . Perhaps it was a passing fancy before its culmination. If it was, this went undetected by her masters.

In monsoon season, when the   was full and even the   fought to keep the soil beneath them, the master of archives and half his assistants opened the mighty doors to  .

Taking flasks from their hips, they drank deep, turning to stone in the threshold. Propped open by their petrified forms, there was nothing to stop the rain. Eight months of wet and exposure to the elements found even our best kept tomes bobbing like lillies, awash in a paper-strewen sea.

When asked what led her to forsake her duty, Ukaezai laughed and dismissed us as fools.

As punishment, we stripped her of her physical shell. She would no longer freely tread our halls, with knowledge to keep her occupied. By the Heart of  , we bound her in our deepest vaults, where she must be content to watch, to listen, and to serve.
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 1

It has been a long journey, but finally I am on the right path. Today I found the first mention of the Guardian's Eye in some of the old   inscriptions here.

I haven't even begun to sift through the writings yet. Surely there is something here that will get me closer to the Eye.

I've already sent word to my husband. As if that fool deserved any of the credit—I wish he would hurry. Quintus "the Quick," he calls himself. Quick my arse.
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 2

Though some of the initial excitement has faded, we're still confident we're closer to finding the Guardian's Eye than any Dwemer researchers before us. I would kill to get my hands on an ancient artifact of that repute. But I'm better at research, honestly.

There was a setback today. As far as I can make out, one of the old   logs indicates the Eye was here only briefly to be worked on (the logs mention some sort of maintenance or cleaning), and then was transported to another Dwemer mine.

As near as I can tell, the ruins referenced are those of  .
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 7

We've made it safely to  . There are dozens of active   devices here. It's a bit eerie. I've never seen so many of them at once.

I've tripped over one of the   already, spraining my ankle. I'm told it'll heal, but I wrote Quintus to let him know. The fool couldn't do anything about it even if he were here ….

We have yet to find mention of the Guardian's Eye here, but I haven't given up hope. We can't lose the trail now.
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 10

The swelling in my ankle has finally started to go away. Tripped on an inactive   the other day. I kicked it, seeking revenge. It didn't help.

But my team's hard work is finally starting to pay off.

It's an obscure lead, but it's the best one we have. It seems the Guardian's Eye only took a brief respite here before making its way to another local ruin:  .
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 15

There was a plethora of leads here. Nothing closer to hinting at the Guardian Eye's true nature, but we can figure that out once we find it.

However, all our clues point to  , the famed   ruins, as the Eye's final resting place&mdash;and Volenfell's location has been lost for generations. The only thing experts can tell, myself included, is that Volenfell is hidden somewhere under the sands of the  .

Should be no problem for me and my team to cover its vastness and find those ruins.

Right.

That's sarcasm, in case posterity bothers with this journal.
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 16

records I've found might be able to help us locate  's actual location. If that was not luck enough, rumor has reached my team that unexplored Dwemer ruins may have been unearthed by changing winds here in the desert.

If these new ruins match up with my records, we may yet find the Guardian's Eye.
Lore:Tharayya's Journal, Entry 19

After all this time we may have found it.

I wrote my husband several days ago to say that I may now know where the Guardian's Eye is, and he showed up this evening with, of course, his band of hooligan "researchers." That lot came with salted meats and wine to "celebrate."

The team is elated for the interruption, but we haven't found the Eye yet.

Dear husband Quintus doesn't seem to understand this and insisted that I tell him all I know of the Guardian's Eye,  , and its location. I don't like the look of his merry band. Always whispering to each other in the corner. It's a shame, but I don't trust my husband. I'll need the labor he provides, though.

I'm exhausted. Haven't slept in days. My team needs a good meal and a good night's sleep, and so do I.

I've left the Volenfell location with this entry in case you're reading this, Abnaf. Yes, I know you read my journal, you eccentric misfit. And I know you'll be too drunk tomorrow to keep up with the team at dawn. Follow as you can.
Online:The Fires of Truth

As a penitent of the Shield or the Heart of  , know that the fire of life burns already within you. Do not let it go out.

Show your devotion to the   by kindling that fire in this place of worship.
Online:The Font Aequiius

,

Water is yours to command with this eldritch chalice. Standing in a pool of water and concentrating can cause the most amazing manipulations of liquid.

Please accept it with my appreciation. In the name of  , may the blood of life keep pumping within your breast.

&mdash; Kinlord  t
Online:The Key to Projection

,

:I've enclosed the crystal used to imprint your image on the illusion gear. You'll need someone to focus the crystal on you as you speak. Be sure to hang on to the main crystal. Should you need to change your speech, you'll need to use it to reattune the projection.

:This is delicate spellwork. Do not lose the crystal. Your part in the plan is not so critical that you cannot be replaced.

&mdash;
Online:The Knighting Ceremony

I completed the research, my lord. We can accomplish what you desire.

The spirits of all noble-born warriors will be bound to their liege lord. This process masks the binding incantation as part of the knighting ceremony. The enchantment in the knight's   compels the spirit to serve, whether in life or death. With this citadel full of willing thralls,   will never be overrun.

As per your instructions, my lord, I poisoned every apprentice assisting in the binding incantation's devisement. The secret shall be kept between us alone.
Online:The Realm of Shadows

To enter, one must abandon the light. One must give oneself to the nature of darkness. The creatures within are bound to the shadows and thrive on despair. They are not easily bound to the will of mortals&mdash;few have the depth of character to bring these creatures to heel.
Online:The Spectral Beings

Enslave the  . Drain their essence and bend their souls to our will.

The spectral beasts are merely shapeshifting Oathbreaker spirits attempting to avoid our touch. Give them no reprieve. Drain them like the rest. Bend them to our will.
Online:Princess Urenenya's Spirit

'''Princess Urenenya's Spirit''' is an Ayleid spirit found at Silaseli Ruins during the quest Urenenya's Lament. She appears once the soul gem containing her soul is destroyed.
 

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When you smash her soul gem, her spirit appears.
:'''Princess Urenenya's Spirit "I-I'm free?"

Once her spirit is freed, you can speak to her to complete the quest.
:"For centuries I languished, trapped in the husk of that cold machine. 
:My dear Klathzgar; he only wanted us to be together. But once I was in the machine, I could no longer express my feelings. He may never have even realized I was conscious."
:What happened to Klathzgar?
:"I watched as he died, alone and miserable. I envied him though, for I knew I would be trapped in the centurion. And for centuries I was, until you freed me. You have my gratitude. I will rest now, join my family and perhaps, even, my long-lost love."
Online:Valamuur's Notes, Volume I

7th Evening Star

  believes he's found a solution.

If this works, we won't have to build  &mdash;we can plant it, and direct its growth to our exact designs.

If this works, we'll have innovated the architectural technique of the Era.
Online:Valamuur's Notes, Volume II

6th Morning Star

Arandore was right!

Manipulating the stone is a matter of casting an appropriate   spell. Construction of the city can begin in earnest.

8th Sun's Dawn

The wildlife in the jungle has grown nettled&mdash;perhaps understandably so, due to the work. We'll need to move faster. The sooner we complete colonization of this region, the better.
Online:Valamuur's Notes, Volume III

2nd First Seed

Arandore disappeared this morning. He's been prone to nocturnal tirades, lately—too much wine, I think—but I don't begrudge him the drink. The jungle wildlife has grown decidedly unpleasant over time, going so far as to attack our builders. I hope Arandore is safe.

7th Rain's Hand

Arandore is gone. More builders go missing with every passing week. Progress has slowed to a crawl. I'm the only conjurer left fit to work. Won't give up. For the sake of those vanished, I'll complete our work.

8th Second Seed

I'm all that's left of our venture, and I must be going mad. I could swear I saw Arandore this evening, standing amongst the vines. I called to him, if it was him, but he didn't seem to notice. I thought I saw him retreat to the lower chambers, among the first of Root Sunder that we built. There aren't any more attendants to send&mdash;there isn't anyone left. I'll have to investigate on my own.
Online:A Nagging Question

Everyone is so excited about these ruins. "Surely this is the lost city of  . Look at the masonry! Look at the layout!" But when Root Sunder disappeared, it contained the  s who were constructing it. Nobody is asking the obvious question:

Where are all the Elves?
Lore:Aberrant Welkynd Stones

These aberrant  s resist  , cutting tools, and blunt force. There seems to be no practical way to harvest these things. What damage I've managed to do seems to heal itself instantly. What exactly did   of   create?
Online:Adainaz's Journal

Rocks fell, no way out. Henrien doesn't look well. Red-faced and irritable. Threatened to gut this  . Won't share this one's last rations with him.

Could this be the fabled Great Engine of the  ? It would explain Henrien's condition. Had to tie him down. Won't last long here. Can feel this one's mind slipping. Slipping like Henrien's.

Should destroy infernal machine.

Four power sources. Small chance to use them to overload engine with its own  . But need missing control rod.

Couldn't even scratch it with blade. Impervious to any   this one can cast.
Online:Caught Him!

We caught some   bastard sneaking around today. He's probably the one that's been causing my overseers to vanish. He managed to kill one of my men and injure two others, but he's ours now. 

He'll wish for death by the time I'm done with him. He's yet to say why he's here, but he'll talk soon enough.
Online:Diary of Climent Noellaume

It seems I only just signed on with the  , but it's been more than two years since I saw the great   or walked along a forest path in  . To think I might return home with a share of treasure and a King's pardon—my gran won't be able to swallow, her tongue'll swell so big! 

And da. He'll see all this "seagoing nonsense" wasn't a waste! I remember the first day he took me to  . I think he meant to scare me with the size of the ships and the crashing of the waves, but all I could hear were the calls of the gulls and the chatter of sailors. So much different than the crows and ravens of  ! I took every chance to go to the beaches after that. 

But mam always believed in me. Even when I told them I was leaving  . She cried, of course, because that's what mams do when their sons leave. But she had no harsh words for me. 

I hope my share of the treasure has a few gemstones or pearls I can bring back to her. I don't think she's ever seen a pearl.
Online:Garnikh's Hunting Log

20 Last Seed  
Many   pelts. Good meat for smoking. 

22 Last Seed  
  and   compete for most pelts. Eleven pelts each. Duel to break tie. Buzog wins. 

23 Last Seed  
  claims to see outlanders in black robes in the forest. 

26 Last Seed  
Definitely outlanders in forest. Sent report to  . 

31 Last Seed  
Outlanders in black robes are without honor. Refused to duel. Attacked my hunters from the shadows. Have requested warriors from Chief Tazgol. 

2 Hearthfire  
Outlanders are raising the dead  s. Wolves feed on dead. Pelts ruined. Meat inedible. 

6 Hearthfire  
More outlanders. Will see if these come with honor.
Online:Gathiel's Diary

This wasting disease eats at me, taking a little more of me each day. It takes all I have not to give in to despair and self-pity. Why me? Why now? I am young, and I have done my best to treat my neighbors with kindness, support my clan, love my husband, and care for the forest. 

It's worse when I see what this has done to poor  . He does not sleep. He hardly eats. Day and night he is hunched over his workbench, trying new mixtures with the dead plants he's gathered from the forest floor. 

I tell him he mustn't let his own health suffer on my account, but I can see how much it pains him to see me this way. Meanwhile, I grow weaker. My hand shakes as I write this. 

This morning I woke to my husband sitting over me. There were tears in his eyes. He gave me a potion to drink, but once again, there was no change in my illness. It's useless. As long as he insists on keeping the  , the potions will never be potent enough, even if they are the right ones. 

It seems my husband has had the same thought. While he was gone today, I searched through his workbench. I found a book on rare horticulture. It fell open to a tear-stained entry on  , the sacred blossom, and its association with cures for wasting sickness. 

I know my husband. He would never cut the sacred flower, but I'm not willing to die when there's hope of a cure. The Green Pact can't be a suicide pact, can it? The forest is supposed to care for us. I am too weak to harvest Sanguine Alendil myself, but I will find a way. 

 

It is done. I have arranged that my husband will find the plant, already cut, in the forest where he searches for dead flowers each morning. I have no regrets.
Online:Greenshade Explorer's Log

10 First Seed 
Went down to the cave, near  , the one with the strange tree. Must remember the place. Wonderful saplings grow there, with sweet seeds. So delectable. These seeds will be worth a fair price at market. 

11 First Seed 
The cave is full of  ! I returned today for more of the seeds, and there was a whole village in there. They asked me what year it was, but I was so terrified, I just stammered dumbly and ran off. 

13 First Seed 
I wrote to the   to tell them about the time-traveling Wood Elves. I have yet to hear a response. The locals just laugh at me. They say time travel is impossible. Maybe it is, but I know what I saw. I'm going to get the local treethane to come out to the cave with me tomorrow. 

14 First Seed 
The village was gone! The treethane laughed and said "Some Wood Elves have been playing a trick on you, outsider." If they were, it was an elaborate trick indeed! I refuse to believe it. I know what I saw. 

15 First Seed 
I have decided to wait in the cave until the village comes back. I will prove that I'm not crazy.
Online:Gripe, Gripe, Gripe

I loathe the stench of these  s. I'm beginning to wish they had assigned me to the   project.  ? Southeast of  , I think? Dusty, no doubt, but I bet it smells better. 

I don't know what   thinks she's going to find. But if it turns out we can control the  , it'll be worth the effort. Time better spent than sitting here roasting my backside off.
Online:Monsters

Monsters are mythical creatures with various magical abilities, ranging from magical attacks to various magical resistances.

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Online:Undead

Undead refers to creatures or NPCs that are affected by Fighters Guild abilities. This can include reanimated skeletons, spirits, vampires, mummies, and zombies. Zombies, skeletons and mummies occasionally leave Desecrated Ground behind when they die, which deals magic damage over time to those who stand in it.

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Online:Lady Laurent's Qharroa Notes

has returned with some much-needed supplies, and a guide to the   and beyond. I am loath to leave the future of my research in the hands of hired help, but such are the times! 

My desert guide professes to know much about   culture, and yet is ignorant about the post-Schism resurgence of   Honestly, it is hard to find good help these days. 

I've found a curious inscription in one of the  . It suggests a unique combination of certain alchemical  : I wrote it all down somewhere. I'm sure Stibbons will know where I put it. Think of it—a forgotten recipe from an ancient race!   can be so gratifying.
Online:Nadine's Diary

Tirdas
We arrived today to begin our exile here in  . Father assures us this town will serve us well as a temporary capital and stronghold from which to retake our home. Our life in   seems like a dream now, like another time. 

Middas
The porter,  , keeps shooting glances at me when he thinks I do not see. He's a sweet boy, but he should know better. I think Father even noticed. Father has been under such stress lately. I would not want to add to his plate. 

Turdas
I thought to speak to Charles today, but I couldn't find him. No one had seen him since Father asked him to come along to tend to his horse. I asked Father what became of Charles, but he dismissed me angrily. I'm beginning to worry about Charles, and about Father.
Online:Note on Torn Parchment

It's hard for the living to understand just how slowly time passes caged in the dark, starving. I had forgotten the glorious taste of warm blood taken from a scared, writhing body. 

The   did not unearth me on purpose. They simply stumbled upon my earthen tomb. That is of no concern of mine now, this cave is again my home. It will not be long till I am returned to my former glory.
Online:Ostarand's Diary

Everything I did, everything I had to do at  . I'll never forget the sight of that place. The feeling that washed across me. The sight haunts me. 

- - - - - - - - 

The hunters hound our every step. They smell it on me, I know it. They know I was there. They can smell the blood of that dark family on my armor. I can hear them in the night. I pray to the   that we will soon find shelter. 

- - - - - - - - 

This ruin seems as good a place as any. If we can find a safe place to hide the crystal, perhaps the constructs will allow us to escape the dead. 

- - - - - - - - 

  told me she plans to sacrifice herself for some ludicrous plan, some fantasy that   has filled her head with. The crystal is lost, its power gone. I've argued with Curano for hours. Now Valasha won't even speak to me. 

- - - - - - - - 

Valasha finally broke the silence. She's adamant that this must happen. I understand her duties as a priestess of  , but I never believed they'd lead her to self-sacrifice. Her beliefs come first. I cannot fault her for that. 

I just wish our story wasn't going to end this way.
Online:Raynor's Travel Diary

says I should keep a journal. I'm not good at writing. She always takes better notes than I do. 

The   seem to use   to power their constructs. Where did they get all of the souls for it? Bears further research. Might be able to use them to power more mundane things. Magical housecleaning for everyone? Why not? 

( , you're supposed to use this for your personal thoughts, not more research notes. —K) 

Kireth, those WERE my personal thoughts. Already said I'm bad at this. Have heard there are classes on writing at  . Not a high aspiration, but useful. Have to refocus on admission. 

—7 Evening Star
Trying to date these. Apparently helps with organization. Can't remember the previous dates, will just leave blank. 

Working on   device. Really just a stored spell, like a scroll or enchantment, nothing fancy. Difficult part is casting and uncasting. Is uncasting a word? Dispel maybe? Don't want to confuse my terms. 

—22 Evening Star
Travel is boring. Too bumpy to work on research, too little to do to stay engaged. Writing again to see if it helps. Probably won't. Kireth seems to be writing without a problem. Must be nice.
Online:Spotted a Cave

I spotted some unusual activity in a cave beyond the graveyard of lost ships to the southeast. I wanted to find out more, but I felt it was more prudent to report in. 

If I can avoid the roaming  s and make it back to the main force, then I can deliver my report to whoever's in charge of the   forces when I get there.
Online:The Prowler's Log

Year One, Day 31 
 's connections finally came through. After surrendering half the ship's earnings from our previous "expeditions," the   flies the Queen's Own Flag. As long as we only afflict   or   shipping in our adventures, all past trespasses committed by the Prowler or her crew will be forgiven. 

Long live  ! 

Year One, Day 41 
Instead of privateering, we're stuck patrolling shores. We're given liberty to attack any enemy vessels, but that means enemy raiders, not cargo or merchant ships. Lots of hard fighting for little gain. 

Our orders cover the search and seizure of suspected smugglers, but I doubt the crew has the heart for it. Besides, Quartermaster Oblan is related to most of them! 

Year One, Day 63 
I don't know what gods heard my prayers, but things are looking up once more. My request for more "active" duty was heard by  , the Speaker of the   himself! His messenger arrived this morning with orders to prepare for a long voyage. No other details as yet. 

Year One, Day 65 
Well, I suppose I got what I asked for. The Prowler, a swift raiding vessel, is to be loaded down with supplies and baggage for a   expedition to  ! While the sea-lanes around the island are likely to be filled with enemy shipping, we'll be part of the transport fleet. 

Morale is very low. At least the weather looks good.
Online:Vanishing Crew

It's bad enough I'm stuck in this  -forsaken desert with these disgusting   laborers no one will buy, but now my overseers are going missing! I have no idea where they're going or what's happening to them. I turn my back on those drunken fools for three seconds and I'm suddenly down two men! 

If we keep going at this rate, we'll have to kill some of our labor stock just so we can keep them under control.
Online:Wind-Ripped Page

— at sea for such a long time. Only a fool can't see the hurricane's magical origins. 

But no matter! Local legends point to this   as a potent source of arcane mysteries. Perhaps a chance to show up those fools in the  ? 

Yet   insists on a cautious approach, as does his fawning apprentice. Do they think me an imbecile? They won't take the glory of discovery away from me! 

—
Online:A Simple Prayer

Blessed  , 

Let not the   attack, nor the   ….