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Lore:Bleakrock Watch Log, 12th First Seed

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:Sunrise: Found   passed out at post (again). Nothing out of the ordinary, of course. No sign of trouble on the seas. Supply ship should show up today. Good thing; this horker jerky's getting old.

:Mid-day: Minor altercation in the village square. Everyone's getting restless. Seas still clear, as usual. Can't wait to get off this frozen rock.

:Sunset: Supply ship arrived late. Sent Hrolrygg to help unload. Looks like our mead shipment was cut down&mdash;that's going to be trouble. No reports of suspicious activity between here and mainland.

:Midnight: Damn   raising a fuss tonight; doubled perimeter patrol. Cold.
Lore:From the journal of Irgalfa Owlcloak, Alchemist

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:Even here on  , there are   lessons just begging to be learned. Too bad I'm being hampered by ignorance. No one in that   would let me set up my equipment in any kind of shelter, even when I offered to share the fruits of my labor for no fee!

:Working out in the field has had some unexpected challenges. Two days past, I was attacked by some scruffy-looking   right as I was on the verge of a breakthrough! They must've been attracted by the liquefied   liver I was heating with the berries of a native bush I hadn't seen before. Then, last night, for fear I'd lose my new potions to the frost, I placed my pack closer to the campfire than usual&mdash;too close, I guess, as I was jolted out of sleep by a minor explosion. Maybe I should have hired a guide; I feel like I'm going to learn more about surviving these damned wilds than about alchemy at this rate!
Lore:Note found at Winterblade Fine Leathers

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:Pa,

:I'm not cut out to make  . I'm sorry, but I hate everything about it! I hate skinning the  s and   and  s, I hate the stink of making the  , and I hate the stitching and studding. I know you wanted me to carry on the family tradition, but I just can't do it anymore. It's time for me to follow my own dream. I took my own gold and I've set out to learn magic like I always wanted. I'm going to join the  , and you can't stop me. I'll send money for you and Ma as soon as I get on my feet. You'll see; I'll make you proud even if I do hate making armor!

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Lore:Posted outside barracks at Windhelm

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:Enlist now! Protect  !

:Will the   or   stop at the  ? NO! They will reach for Skyrim and the lands of our allies without hesitation. We are not safe until they are driven back!

:Make no mistake&mdash;nothing but complete conquest of   will sate them.

:If you value your freedom, your family, and our traditions, then join the fight. Earn glory on the battlefield and secure the future for Skyrim and the  !
Lore:From the journal of Tholmgar, smith

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:Saw weird lights flashing in that   again. I mean, I know that most kinds of   make flashes of light sometimes, but these were just not right. Strange, purple lights! Who knows what they're practicing in there? Probably summoning  , and one of these days they're going to break loose; I just know it.

:Sure, the Mages Guild is a "respected" establishment, but that doesn't mean I have to like it being right across the way from me! You can't trust a bunch of mages holed up somewhere, with all their books and relics and spells. I'll keep my eye on them, and I'll continue bringing it up at the  's audiences, for all the good that's done. If anyone finds this journal after Daedra pour out of there and destroy the whole town (mark my words, it's going to happen), well, I tried to warn them!
Lore:From the sales records of Belyni Llendu, trader

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:Good day today. Finally finding a few goods the  s seem to like. Left town mid-afternoon and am already freezing on this trail, but the thought of the profits and a nice cozy cornerclub back in   are lifting my spirits.

:Sales,  , 5th Sun's Dusk:

:12 cases   (who knew mead-drinkers would take to it?)

:23 cured   hides

:8 bushels  

:15 pieces assorted limeware jugs, cups, platters

:4 cases   (not doing so well)
Lore:People of Riften, The Skald-King Comes!

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:All citizens of the  , be welcomed at his feast, 3rd Last Seed outside the northern gates.

:Festivities begin at mid-day. Eat your fill of the fine bounty of the hunt, sample meads from across  , and don't forget to sign up for the log-heaving contest&mdash;a hefty prize in gold to the winner!

:Singing, drinking, feasting, challenges of strength, and more! Join your fellows, celebrate the might of the Ebonheart Pact, and rally beneath the banner of  , the Skald-King!
Lore:From the journal of Logang Foxbite

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:Don't think I'll be having problems with the   that were scaring up the   now. Heard a commotion outside early this morning, so I grabbed a torch and my axe and ran out there. I about dropped 'em both when I spotted, not more than a stone's throw away, a   surrounded by the pack. I've never seen a giant this far south; I don't know what he was doing down here.

:Behind him, lying down, was young tyke of a  . I couldn't tell if it was hurt or dead, but the wolves were trying to get at it, hopping in and out and dodging the giant's club. Well, wasn't long before a swing of that thing (big as a tree trunk) caught a wolf square in the side and sent it flying up over a tree! The rest of the pack turned tail after that! I did the same&mdash;wasn't going to risk being out there with an angry giant&mdash;and he and the calf were gone before mid-day.
Lore:From the notes of Adolos Darethi, Shein connoisseur

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:My first tasting this evening was from  . I had high hopes for this new establishment, but found only disappointment. Its weak, pinkish color had me skeptical from the first pour. The flavor was blunt and artless, and even a mead-loving   would have found it too sweet. No respectable   could enjoy this.

:I moved on quickly to last year's   reserve blend, which immediately justified its demanding price. I was satisfied with the warm, ruddy color and sharp tang in its nose. The bitterness was balanced by a pleasant sour note, and it is quite obvious this was brewed from the finest   comberries. I shall order more right away.
Lore:From the journal of Uldris Farelas, blademaster

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:Today, I was invited to observe the training of recruits at   and offer advice regarding their regimen. They were a ragtag assembly, with several  s and  s in their midst. The outlanders' disinterest in the formal drills was quite clear. Nords sighed heavily, Argonians' eyes glazed over, and weapons clanged to the ground again and again to the sound of various curses. I noticed that every recruit held a  -style blade, and it was clear that the outlanders were not comfortable with them.

:I suggested that the sergeant commission wooden practice weapons of every variety and begin sparring practice right away, allowing the recruits to use weapons they were comfortable with. Exposing them to differing combat styles will benefit them greatly as they learn. The desire to train using our superior weapons and in our tradition is admirable, but I fear it will only slow progress when time is critical.
Lore:Posted at the Ebonheart gates

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:Notice to Citizens!

:Rise in local   populations putting strain on local  ! Curatives in short supply!

:  municipal authorities warn against unnecessary excursions into wilderness areas. Report any sightings near the city walls to the guard immediately.

:Those in possession of alchemical ingredients are strongly encouraged to donate to local potion-brewers to help alleviate the shortage and prevent further spread of diseases contracted from alit bites.

:Do not disguise injuries in an attempt to enter the city! Report all alit-related injuries and treatment will be arranged at the earliest possible time.
Lore:The Netchiman's Lament

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:In youth I once dreamed of wealth in extremes
:Of fine robes and thirty-year wines
:I hoped I'd hoard heaps of gold in my keeps
:But a netchiman's fate is mine


:I bought up a herd on hearing the word
:That  es fetched profits divine
:Now I live stuck in the rain and the muck
:And a netchiman's fate is mine


:I'm deep in arrears, and will be for years
:From creatures that stink more than swine
:But I found a good wife, the love of my life
:So a netchiman's fate is just fine
Lore:From the notebook of Helfar Ice-Mane, trader

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:20th Sun's Height

:The damned ash storm forced us to shelter in an abandoned   mine early this morning.  's still coughing up sludge. Told him to cover his face better. Give me a good blizzard any day over this choking  -cursed ash. Worse, I'm convinced our friendly   "guide" doesn't know this route as well as he said.

:We're already three days behind schedule and supplies are running low, and now we're stuck here until we can at least see our hands in front of our faces again out there. At least I'm hauling furs now and not anything that could expire. Vikalfar's babbling about hearing something back in the mine; I'll go have a look to put his mind at rest. I'd be ill at ease, too, if I was coughing up that stuff.
Lore:The journal of Mehra Nerendas, Tribunal Temple

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:  show mercy on my weak soul. I have begged leave from my duties to cloister myself and treat my heretical thoughts by copying sacred texts. How could I question the path   has laid out for us? A wicked seed has taken root in me, and I must purge it!

:Since the signing of the   I have felt it, the gnawing and insidious doubt. The thoughts that maybe&mdash;dare I write it&mdash;Almalexia steers the   wrong in allying with two races of lesser stock,   and  . For shame! My faith is weak, and I am pathetic. I do not deserve to be among my brothers. I shall return to copying Their teachings and will not stop until this filth is expunged from my mind!
Lore:Daily Temple Ordinator Directives, 12th Rain's Hand

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:In light of recent events, please remember the following throughout your duties today:

: s do not typically mean offense when their spines or frills rise or shift while observing you. There is no need to view this as aggressive or insulting.

:No drunkenness will be permitted within Temple grounds. Attempt to calmly escort any visitors that have overindulged outside. Be firm, but not insulting, especially when interacting with  s.

:Double patrol routes near holy relics. Be alert and suspicious of any outlanders who linger too long near any display.

:Blessed   commands that we work together with our Nord and Argonian allies, and their education about our culture is critical. We obey wordlessly and enforce Her Will.
Lore:Posted at the Temple entrance

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:Temple Schedule, 3rd Morning Star

:Welcome, pilgrims and outlanders alike! We invite you to participate in the following Temple lectures and services on this day:

:Dawn &mdash; The Interplay of Humility and Valor

:Mid-day &mdash; How to Know What You Fight for: Guidance from  

:Dusk &mdash; Examining  , Part 3

:Midnight &mdash; Selected Readings from the  

:Please observe all Temple rules and behave with the proper respect and reverence. Appropriate customary donations can be purchased at licensed merchants near the Temple grounds.
Lore:The Boy Who Became a Kagouti

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:There was once an unruly boy who refused to respect his elders.

:"Eat your bittergreens," commanded his mother, and the boy said, "I won't!"

:"Bow your head to your ancestors," commanded his father, and the boy said, "I won't!"

:And so it went, day and night, until one afternoon when the boy explored the nearby fen. He smelled the scent of sweet   pie and followed it to a strange house. The pie sat unattended on the sill and he made to grab it when an old man came forth.

:"Leave my pie be!" commanded the wizard, and the boy said, "I won't!"

:"If you wish to behave like a wild  , then so be it!" cried the wizard.

:Just like that, the boy became a kagouti. He ran back to his home and roared in despair, but his father chased him away with a shovel, for everyone knows kagouti are dangerous and diseased. Never again would he play with his friends or enjoy his favorite treats. Don't make the same mistake as the boy who became a kagouti.
Lore:Tips for Black Marsh Travel

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:Aside from the right clothing to protect you from the environment, you'll also need to account for the wildlife. Many creatures in   carry  , and, as the native  s are naturally resistant to many such ailments, remedies and treatments are often in short supply, especially in smaller settlements.

:Protect yourself from   bites with a repellent salve, and ensure that you bring plenty of potions to treat  , the  , and  . Avoid travel during known breeding seasons for insects and common creatures such as  , and be very cautious to avoid camping near deep water or anything that appears to be a burrow. As always, it is my advice to travel only with a local guide.
Lore:Note found on the corpse of a House Dres slaver

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:Keep sending them. Add more guards. Every one of them will fall to the mud, throat cut and left to rot. We knew the   wouldn't stop you slaver scum, that you'd try to find ways around the law. If you can find them, so can we. This swamp is my home, but it is far from your dryskin comforts, and you are weak here. We invite you to continue, to keep capturing our   and keep sending your caravans. We will end your slave trade one cartfull at a time if we have to.
Lore:Inscription found on an Argonian blade

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:Hail to  , blood's drop on blade's edge.

:Before you, nothing. Behind you, the  .

:Catalyst, agitator, many-fanged maw.

:Whisper your need to  .
Lore:From the records of Ah-Tee, Tree Minder

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:Something stirs within the Tree. I feel uneasy, as though eyes peer at me from under dark waters. I checked once again for the   that so disturbed the Tree last season, even though this feeling is different, but found no evidence of their return. I stayed among the roots late into the night, unable to sleep with the unsteady vibration in my bones. I have cared for this   nearly all my years and have always been able to find the cause of the few troubles it feels. I shall call out to the fellow  &mdash;perhaps they know more than I.
Lore:From the notes of Jumps-Over-Fire, Historian and Scholar

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:I am at a loss. All these weeks in study, all the painstaking excavation, the re-excavation after the storms and flooding, the comparison to other ancient temple texts and agonizing over translation, and what do we find? The oldest inscription I have ever encountered, the last recoverable piece of this temple, and what is the engraving? What ancient wisdom from my forefathers? The enlightenment:

:"By Twice-Sun-Blessed Decree of  , Hist-Speaker and Vanquisher of the Fallow Dryness, He Who Frightened a Bloodplague with Spine Motions Alone:

:There is to be no running within the temple."
Lore:From the journal of Henyarie

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:Thirty years of work eaten by a visiting   "dignitary." Eaten. All of my careful work selecting only the most perfectly-shaped  s for breeding lost in an afternoon of ignorant indulgence. And worse: my own son is to blame. I ordered him quite clearly to accompany the cat-man at all times on our property. His disobedience will be properly addressed later.

:For now, I can only lament the loss of my best stock. The most beautiful   in all of  , every shining scale a little triangle of perfection, every fine translucent fin ideally shaped—all lost. I found the scoundrel, languid and stuffed, dozing amongst their skeletons.
Lore:Handbill distributed in Firsthold

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:The Spirit of the Dominion

:Gentle citizen of the  , perhaps you wonder why we must take up arms&mdash;why your sons and daughters are called to distant lands. The decision to gather our allies and march into the world is a heavy one, indeed, but we cannot waste this chance to bring all of   what she deserves: a stable, civilized, wise guiding hand.

:Now, as the   rots under its own corruption, our opportunity arises. We, with our ancient wisdom and clear purpose, have the advantage. Together,  ,  , and   will fight back the evils rooted in the Empire, quiet the unruly hordes of the   and  , and usher in a shining age of reason, culture, and peace.

:Stand with us.
Lore:Letter to a High Elven sculptor

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In response to the ridiculous question you asked in your previous correspondence: yes, you are to continue work on the statue even in light of Princess  's return. The Prince is royalty, and he deserves a new statue to be added to the gardens regardless of whether he is to become king.

I have sent to you Prince  's favorite portrait to use as reference. The Prince had some additional notes for you, as well: please make sure that you represent the noble angles of his nose appropriately. The last mason did a pathetic job in this regard. Make sure to represent his noble bearing and the correct shoulder width, and please do not make his legs look like sticks!

We look forward to reviewing your work and expect nothing short of perfection.

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Aide to Prince Naemon
Lore:Notes found on building plans of Neleminduure, High Elven Architect

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:Enchantment chamber walls must be precisely parallel


:Must add Aetherial observation decks for all seasons


:Perform resonance tests to ensure nearby mineral composition is neutral


:Import stone from   region for bulk of construction


:Windows to feature cuts for color-scintilla in sitting room
Lore:Notes of Arcorion, High Elven Enchanter

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:As I feared, my talent is entirely wasted on the tedious work here. I have not pursued the fine art of   for all these decades to have my skills squandered by repeating the same simple processes on the same unremarkable arms and armor all day, every day. I could train a   to do this.

:I am not callous to my peoples' needs; of course the troops require adequate enchantments, but being conscripted into this when I could be doing so much more is ridiculous. I shall appeal to the  . Surely he will see the error of his ways if I present him with some of my more impressive creations. In fact, he'll probably fund further experiments, especially when he sees the implications of my recent theories regarding kinemagical principles and their possible impact on   refinement!
Lore:Prayer to Y'ffre

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:Song of night-tide canopy

:Stars woven between your leaves

:Crow's watching eye

:Snake's empty belly

:Moving, dancing in every moment

:Forgetting what comes and what is gone
Lore:Healer's Fieldbook

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:Once an area attracts a   infestation, it is difficult to eradicate the pests. Just one window or door left open, one unconscious reveler left in the streets, or a pet not properly cared for can attract the beasts. If this happens, the first priority is to disengage the creature's proboscis as quickly as possible and treat the wound.

:Hoarvors are uncannily good at locating areas of strong blood flow, and if not removed carefully can cause more damage to the victim upon removal of the feeding-bore. Wounds must be kept perfectly clean to avoid complications, and every healer knows deep puncture wounds are difficult to treat. To discourage proliferation and drive an infestation out, one must burn a mixture of viper's bite leaves and  , especially at night. Placing   in a circle around a dwelling can prove helpful at deterring the creatures, as well.
Lore:From the journal of Munamur

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:Saw something strange today when we got to   just before sunset. Right outside the main gate, a big group of   sat in a circle. One stood up in the middle, probably one of their  , and they all seemed fixated on him. I sidled closer to listen, but I am still not sure what under   and   I heard:

:"... that now, as the crystal eagle swoops to harry the blood-red beast, this instant, and this one, and this one are more important than ever. More precious than ever. When we watch, we see it as the green. We see the writhing snake; we know where each talon will strike and where each coil will bend. We will speak what we've seen, we will become wind, pushing the predator into just the right place, offering enough resistance and enough support to ensure the kill. In the bloody aftermath, there is a great feast, one we all can attend."
Lore:From the journal of Aretille, High Elven scholar

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:The   seem to have no word for "lost." They also seem to have very little respect for punctuality, as I've discovered in my time with this caravan. When I mentioned to the Elf that seems to be in charge here that we're more than a week past our scheduled arrival time, he just shrugged and said "The trail took longer to find us this time." What piffle!

:I hope that one of the   first priorities will be establishing some actual trade routes through this miserable forest. No wonder the Wood Elves are so far behind us, living here amongst all the bugs and beasts, refusing to even build proper roads. It's a shame they are so complacent about taming  , but our influence will certainly speed up the process!
Lore:From the journal of Tullius, bandit

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:Never thought I'd be glad I took the advice of one of them  , but here I am. Leaving   is the best move I ever made. The real money is here, near  . I never dreamed of caravans like these; they're loaded with liquor and jewelry! Sure, they have tougher guards and there's more competition, but it's worth it. The boss gives me a good cut and I like the ruins we're set up in, even if it is a little hot out here. It's much better than a damp, musty cave, that's for sure. Wonder if I can get a letter to  . He sure thought it was funny when I told him where I was headed, but look who's laughing now!
Lore:Indulgence in Dune

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:You can find anything in   if you have the coin and know where to look. Travelers seeking the full experience of  i culture would do well to spend time at   inn. Be prepared to pay a hefty sum, but know that what you will receive in exchange is worth every bit. I have never enjoyed more luxury in all my travels, and no one does indulgence like the Khajiit.

:You will be treated as royalty; from the sumptuous over-stuffed pillows and soft sheets to the finest that Khajiiti cuisine has to offer, your every desire will be attended. Expertly prepared local dishes and dangerously sweet beverages can be enjoyed in the dining hall, accompanied by indigenous musicians and dancers. I can guarantee that you won't want to leave.
Lore:Report of Hiranar, Thalmor cultural researcher

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:Kinlord  ,

:It will not be long until all of   is under the rule of the  , but our endeavor does not end simply with conquest. No, to truly lead, we must work to unify the provinces and bring the fruits of our refined culture to all. That work starts now, with our own allies. If we can learn how best to propagate our values to them, we will be ready for the greater work ahead.

:The  , for example, are skilled in producing fine crafts and clearly have some rudimentary appreciation for artistic pursuits, but they must leave behind their predilection for over-indulging in physical comforts. I recommend converting many of their sugar-dens and taverns into more appropriate establishments, perhaps schools of   lineage and history or magical instruction. If they leave behind these distractions, I am certain they will enjoy fulfilling their newfound potential as examples of the Dominion's benefits.

:Threefold Venerations,

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Lore:Old Khajiiti Adages

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:If you wish to make a fight boring, make it fair.

:A busy   forgets the taste of  .

:The trimmed claw never snags.

:A quiet knife solves more than crying.

:Sword in one hand, laughter in the other.