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Skyrim:Mani's Letter

Sudi, 
I know you've been making up that stuff about the noises in the basement to try to get me to stay, but I'm only waiting till Father gets home so you and Mother are safe. You could always come meet up with me before I head back to Hammerfell.

Take care of yourself little sister 
-Mani
Skyrim:Kyr's Bounty

Kill Eisa and Ra'jirr on sight. A hundred gold to whoever brings me their heads. Spread the word.

Kyr
Skyrim:Ra'jirr's Note

Eisa-

I see her in every shadow. Hear her voice on every breath of wind. In my dreams, in my ears, in my mind. The Pale Lady- we have to stop her. Just return the sword, and we can shut her away forever. I can't take this any more. 

I have to do it.

I must.

Ra'jirr
Skyrim:Gallus's Encoded Journal

In Falmer
 
 Journal of Gallus Desidenius   
 
 
  

  

  

  

  

  

Transliterated

 
 Journal of Gallus Desidenius   
 
 
 Mercer Frey continues to elude my every step. I think he's aware I'm following him, and appears to be taking no unnecessary chances. I'm bringing all of my skills to the forefront in order to deceive him. It still pains me that the deception is necessary. When I became a Nightingale, using my new found talents against my own was the furthest thought from my mind. 

There was a close call today. I was settling down for a night's rest in the cistern when Mercer Frey entered unexpectedly. He was creeping along the wall, but I spotted him immediately. He edged closer to the vault door, making his way carefully around the perimeter of the room, but suddenly stopped and turned towards my hiding place. I froze instantly, even holding my breath for a moment, but my position was already compromised. He abruptly turned and walked back towards the Flagon. What was he doing? 

At last I have evidence that might explain Mercer Frey's actions. Instead of trying to follow him or break into his manor, I used every loose-tongued source at my disposal to scour the Ratway looking for answers. It took several weeks, but Maul was able to provide an interesting bit of information. Mercer had been spending inordinately large sums of coin on all manner of things unrelated to the guild. How he was able to afford this was a mystery to me. The vault was impregnable, so what was the source of his coin? 

It's been confirmed by my sources - Mercer's been living an unduly lavish lifestyle replete with spending vast amounts of gold on personal pleasures. I have more than my share of evidence to confront him now. He must be stealing from the guild, but without proof all I have is baseless accusation. Mercer came from wealthy stock, but the amount of coin he's been spending is immense. 

I've been giving it some serious thought. There's only a single way that Mercer could have access to vast amounts of coin. I hesitate to even believe it's possible. How could he possibly desecrate the Twilight Sepulcher? This goes far beyond mere greed and transcends common theft. His actions could represent the failure of the Nightingales, something that hasn't occurred in hundreds of years. Why? Why would he readily throw away everything he believes in? All I need is proof.
Skyrim:Alchemist's Journal (shack)

Coming to this area was a brilliant decision!  The local flora seem to have many useful properties that I've been able to utilize into new potions!  Outside, the rich soil has allowed the cuttings I've collected to grow into fine and bountiful plants!  This afternoon, I think I will journey out for more mushrooms, as my current supply is beginning to dwindle.

On a personal note, I have moved my alchemy work outside the shack.  I find the midday air is a boon to my health, as well as inspirational to my work.
Skyrim:Letter from Father

My son,

In order for the Penitus Oculatus to ensure the safety of our honored Emperor during his visit to Skyrim, we must personally verify the security of every city in the province. To this end, I appoint you my personal representative, granting all rights and privileges afforded a commanding officer of the Penitus Oculatus. You are authorized to speak with my voice, and administer with my hand.

Gaius, I cannot do this alone. There is much work to be done here in Dragon Bridge and elsewhere, and many arrangements still to be made before the Emperor's arrival. I simply cannot afford to spend time traveling right now. But you must know the seriousness of the task I set before you. When he arrives, the Emperor may choose to visit any city in Skyrim, as suits his whim. If he does so, we, the Penitus Oculatus, must be sure that security within those cities is sufficient to deal with any threat to his person that may arise.

Gaius, my beloved son - you may be new to the Penitus Oculatus, but I need someone I can trust. You must carry out your duty, for the safety of the Emperor, the glory of the Penitus Oculatus, and the honor of the Maro family name.

Your superior officer (and loving father),

Commander Maro
Skyrim:Letter from the Steward

Master Aventus Aretino,

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak wishes to express his deepest sympathies at the death of your mother, Naalia.

Unfortunately, because you are fatherless, and have no other known relations, the jarl cannot allow you to remain in your home unsupervised. Therefore, in no more than a week's time, you are to report to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften, where you will reside until your sixteenth birthday.

The Aretino family home in the city of Windhelm will, of course, remain your property. The building will be securely locked and ready for your return six years hence.

Note that I am unsure of the education provided to you by your recently deceased mother, or if you possess the ability the read the letter I am currently composing. Therefore, a member of the city guard will call upon you in one week, at your home, and provide escort to the orphanage. Hopefully, his arrival will not come as a complete shock.

With greatest respect,

Jorleif 
Steward to our most noble jarl, Ulfric Stormcloak
Skyrim:Alethius's Notes

Salonia

We've been saddled with some researchers who can't go four steps without examining something and they fight about as well as you'd think... probably worse.  Stromm at least has some magical competence but none of them can swing a sword.  Erj and Krag seem up to something so I'll have to keep an eye on them, but Staubs assures me they're trustworthy.

Alethius
Skyrim:Krag's Journal

I knew if we dug deep enough we'd eventually hit some fresh ruins. Markarth, a city built upon a city. From early pieces recovered we've determined the name of the city is Nchuand-Zel, but past that we have very little info. We've been given an escort though and tomorrow we will delve into the city proper.

 

It's only been a day and I already miss my desk and chair. I thought it would be a little more fun to explore, but so far it's just been fighting spiders and getting to view an occasional rubble pile. Hopefully we get to the main ruin soon so we can set up a camp and I can start cataloguing some of the items I've been able to find.

 

We found the Armory earlier and Erj has stayed behind to find a way into the main vault. If anyone can open the locks it's him.  We've kept going and settled up here for the night since the guards say it will be easy to defend. I've put up a few runes just in case.
Skyrim:Red Eagle's Rite

Having bathed the blade in human blood, present it at Rebel's Cairn together with your sacrifice and intone:

Lord Red Eagle, ancient one, first and foremost among Reachmen, heed the call of your people! Still we fight for freedom! Still our blades are dark with blood! Turn your gaze upon us, and grant us your blessing anew!

I renew the ancient covenant: When at last our lands are free, we shall return, your sword of victory in hand. Then arise, O great one, from your honored tomb! Reclaim thy stolen throne! Rule over us, High Lord of the Reach, forevermore!
Skyrim:Erj's Notes

How foolish to move through this place so quickly. It's taken me only a few hours to crack the back gate.  Maybe I'll donate a cup or two, but Krag says he knows some private buyers who will pay handsomely for a working trinket. There has to be one in here.
Skyrim:Forsworn Missive

Alaric -

Do not presume we have grown fat and complacent here in the north. Our Matriarch was wise to bring us here. Our camp is secure, and our numbers grow. 

We will not skulk in the shadows with you, making petty plots with rabble and sycophants. When we strike, we will do it with cunning and power, and the occupiers will fall before us. That is the way of true Reachmen.
Skyrim:Torn Note

:They fell upon us at dusk. Dozens of them. The caravan guards were dead in moments. They took everyone else back to the pens. Blinded those who tried to resist.

:One by one, they've taken the others away- feeding us to those monstrosities, or worse. I don't have much time left. Eydis, my love, if you ever get this- forgive me. 

Firir
Skyrim:Note to the Authorities

I have heard talk about the Dragons, but didn't believe it until now. One flew by last week and ever since we have seen him fly back and forth from a nearby mountain peak. My wife thinks we should move away, go somewhere else. I told her that would be nonsense. As long as we don't bother it, it won't bother us. Still, I thought it would be best if we report it to the local authorities. The creature's lair is just south the hill behind our shack near Bear's Cave Mill.
Skyrim:Thalmor Orders

Agent Sanyon,


In response to your report dated 22nd Morning Star 401, your request for an expeditionary force is hereby denied.


Sanyon, this is the seventh report you have filed this month, and not one of your leads - not one!- has turned up so much as a shred of evidence that a   shrine exists in the Lake Ilinalta region. No prisoners. No documents. Nothing!


Our forces are stretched thin enough as it is, and I have better missions - better agents - to assign them to. If you feel so sure of your informant, investigate this yourself. Come back with proof. Or not at all.


By my hand and seal, 
Elenwen
Skyrim:Rogatus's Letter (item)

,

You idiot. When were you thinking of visiting your family? When your mother was buried in the ground, or after some damned wizard roasts all my crops? 

You make plans to come back to the farm this season, or I'll put all your old things in a pile and use them as firewood.

Your Father, 
Rogatus
Skyrim:Lu-ah's Journal

Twenty-five years I have grieved for my husband, and sought revenge against the   for his death. I have researched the  ks to return his spirit to a body and something about the story   has drawn me here...

 

Holgeir would make the perfect vessel to bring my Saeel back to life.

 

I have managed to raise the dead here and use them as laborers to clear the way to the main burial hall. Something about the methods used by the ancient  s has kept them incredibly well preserved. Would that these Stormcloaks had half their sense. We could have used them to push the elves right off the continent and formed a new state to combat the empire.

 

And now, when I am so close, a war breaks out. The sleeping bear of Skyrim, who would not come to aid us in  , awakens now that the Empire has abandoned them as well. They think they know suffering at the hands of the Empire? They know nothing. I would see both the Empire and these sons of Skyrim  into Oblivion myself.
Skyrim:Imperial Condolences

:Imperial Citizen Lu'ah Al-Skaven,

It is with the deepest regret that I must inform you of the death of your husband Saeel. 

He laid down his life in battle helping retake the   from the Aldmeri. He showed great courage in his final hour and his sacrifice will not be in vain. All considered him a man of high moral standing and a shining example of the best the Empire has to offer.

In this hour of your grief, please take solace in the fact that he gave up his life protecting the Empire which he held so dear.

Yours Sincerely,
Imperial Praefect Pius Bruccius
Skyrim:Heddic's Volunruud Notes

:I was skeptical, but it's obvious now. The old hymns had truth to them! The relief wasn't far from the entrance, just as they said. I've no doubt now that it hides the entrance to Kvenel's tomb.

:The two keys must be hidden somewhere nearby - ceremonial replicas of Okin and Eduj, favored weapons when Kvenel went into battle. I don't dare explore further without hiring bodyguards to accompany me, however. To think - The Tongue Chieftain Kvenel could be entombed behind just a few feet of stone! The ancestor we scarcely believed was real.

:Twice damned for planning this foolish scouting trip. I should have hired those sellswords in the first place. Perhaps there's no need. This place is just a tomb, after all, and there are no obvious signs of habitation. It isn't as though the thousand-year dead will mind if I have a look around.
Skyrim:Daynas Valen's Journal

How long has it been since I first heard the Gauldur legend? Eighty years? A hundred? I can think of nothing else now. My goal is at hand.

After years of searching, I finally traced the Ivory Claw to a collector in  . His death was necessary. But I have it. At last, I have it.

 

Three days of nonstop riding. I reached Anvil ahead of my pursuers, and took passage on the Icerunner, bound for Solitude once more.

 

The other passengers are becoming suspicious. Returning from dinner, I caught one brute rooting around in my quarters. He almost found the claw. Had the captain not intervened, I would have flayed him alive.

I hoped to spend the voyage sequestered in my room, reviewing my notes and preparing spells, but I need to deflect some attention from myself. I'll have to mingle, pretend to be just another petty mage. For now.

 

The brute claims to be an adventurer, off to seek his fortune in the ruins of   with his companions. Perhaps I can turn this to my advantage, use them as fodder for the traps and Draugr within the tombs. I can see the greed in his eyes. Yes, that should work.

Three weeks to Solitude, the captain says. If I have to suffer these fools longer than that, I'll swim.

 

With the brute and his companions in tow, I led our band across the marsh to Folgunthur, where we made camp for the night. Little has changed since my first expedition ten years ago. But this time, I have the claw. And I will have the amulet.

I spent all night preparing a synopsis of my notes, in case some fragment of the tale or piece of ancient lore may be needed to bypass the wards within the tomb. Then I cast all my books and scrolls into the fire, and reduced my life's work to ashes. At long last, today is the day of reckoning. If I cannot have the amulet, no one will.
Skyrim:Vald's Debt (note)

This document absolves Vald of Riften (borrower) from all debts and accounts owed to Maven Black-Briar of Riften (lender). This document should be held in a secured location until such time as the lender considers the debt satisfied. In the event of the borrower's death, the debt will be collected from any remaining assets or property owned as determined by the acting Steward of Riften.
Skyrim:Alchemist's Note

But surely we cannot use these poisons on our own brothers and sisters! This plan is madness! Even if the main stairway is collapsed and they find those in the front chambers poisoned there is no telling that they will stop from clearing the rubble and coming through to burn our bodies before Alduin's return!

Rahgot, it is not that I fear death or refuse to lay down my life in the service of the gods. The snow elf raids in the northern lands may not be enough to draw off the Snow-Strider when he finds us dead. All know of his tenacity. If we are to die, then let us die with blades in our hands, rather than with poison on our lips and daggers at our children's throats!


--Head Alchemist Froda
Skyrim:Sven's Fake Letter from Faendal

Dear Camilla, 
I know I have called upon you at your house many times, and while we may be growing close, I need you to put any desires you may have for me aside. I am a true-born son of Valenwood, and I could never befoul my bloodline by courting an Imperial. I hope we can remain true friends, provided you understand your people's place in the Aldmeri Dominion, and respect me as such. 
Sincerely, Faendal
Skyrim:Faendal's Fake Letter from Sven

My Dearest Camilla,

I yearn to have you as my own, 
Washing my linens, 
And my fine blond hair, 
To cook my dinner from my stove, 
And tend to my house while I wander. 

Yours Truly, 
Sven
Skyrim:Miner's Journal

You know, just when you think you've hit bottom, sometimes the   throw you a rope. Since the rebels took over the mines in these parts, I haven't been able to find work anywhere. And along comes Bern, my old partner, with   deed to some old gold mine out in the hills.

It's been too long since we did a job together- what, four years now? Nice to finally work with someone who knows the business. Sounds like the place was a steal, too.


 
No one sells a mine for a song. I figured the place would be in bad shape, but not this bad- barely a glorified cave. There may have been gold here once, but we don't even have a vein to start with.

We struck out at random. Three weeks digging the lower tunnel, but nothing to show for it yet.


 
Nothing. No gold, no gems, no ore, not even any useful stone- the rocks around here crumble the moment you stack one on another. I'm ready to toss it in, but Bern wants to keep on going. "Just a little farther, Hadrir." "We're so close, Hadrir." Bah.

Bern wants me to head back to Riften for supplies next week. Might give me a chance to cool down.


 
So I come back, and- nothing. No sign of Bern. It's like he just up and left. No blood, no struggle, he just ran out on me, I suppose.

I've waited three days, and he's not coming back. I'm going to head back to Riften and see if I can find him, or find some other work there. No sense wasting any more time here.

Bern, if you find this- I expected better from you.
Skyrim:Contract (Theft)

Here is the agreed upon amount.  I trust you to faithfully carry out my request to teach a lesson to the thief  .  You need not kill  , but I have no qualms about it if you deem it necessary.

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Skyrim:Roras's Letter

Come on, it won't be that bad. Rigel may be paranoid, but she's as dumb as a mammoth! Body hair like one too!


I'm just saying if we can get into that treasure room we would be set! We could just take the money and head north to catch a ship. I know a guy, whose cousin knows a guy, that could get us set up with some pirates in  . And in the meantime we could live high on that money for months!
Skyrim:Father's Missive

:By the  , Rigel! Think about what you're doing!

:I don't care if you kill off a couple skooma-headed Khajiit traders - they have no business being in   anyway. But think about what you're doing!

:There are armies fighting out there and they're bound to use the roads from time to time. They're going to start noticing if traders go missing and for that matter, why don't you just join up with one of the armies?

:I gave up on marrying you off to some merchant's son since ya got the face of a skeever, but that doesn't mean you couldn't put a helmet on and find some work for a soldier. Use those meaty arms of yours, girl!

:And quit sending me money! I don't need your charity!

-- Da
Skyrim:Rigel's Letter

:Now look here Da,

:You're the one who always told me that swinging an ax was the only thing I've ever been good at so what do you expect me to do? The Stormcloaks pay dung for soldiering and I'm not going to fight for those mud-sucking Imperials. I've got a good racket picking the traders off the road here and I couldn't give a damn what you think about it.

:Your 'little sabrecat' has a tidy operation out here and I'm not going to give it up just cause you're afraid of getting caught. 

:Oh and quit trying to send back the money. These louts just try to steal it and I have to beat their skull until they learn any different. 

-- Rigel Strong-Arm
Skyrim:Note from Agna

Golldir, don't be such a milk drinker. I know you've been scared of Hillgrund's Tomb since your brother locked you in there when you were children, but we can't let Vals Veran get away with this!

Hillgrund and our other ancestors need us to protect their remains, and I'm going in, with or without you. I'm sure one dark elf is nothing to worry about, but if something should happen, don't forget to check the secret passage in case he barricaded himself in the deeper chambers.

-Aunt Agna
Skyrim:For Shelly

Shelly, 


Your ship should have arrived weeks ago and I fear the worst has happened.  I've set up camp on this rock as your ship should pass by here and hopefully one of these days we'll be together again.  If you're reading this I'm probably out hunting or bringing in some supplies.  I'll be waiting here until I see your face again.


Faithfully yours,
 
Trius
Skyrim:Hargar's Journal

Jaree-Ra is up to something big. He wouldn't tell me exactly, all he said was, "It'll be just like the good old days, before the cave-in sealed your boats in there." We can't send our ships out of here anymore. What is he hinting at?

 

He wants to know what loot we have saved up. I don't care what he says, I'm not telling him anything about my stash!  It stays down there where it's safe. I can't imagine he'd ever jump in this murky water, let alone swim down to the sunken boat.

 

It's on! Jaree-Ra and his sister, Deeja, have something cooked up.  All they need is a scapegoat. I wonder where they'll find someone dumb enough to do what they say. There's bound to be someone out there who will.
Skyrim:Sild's Journal

It never ceases to amaze me how many fall for my simple trap. I may have to consider tweaking it a bit though. Many of them, in recent months, have been dying the second they hit the cage floor. Putting a foot or two of water in didn't help either. In fact, it may actually be making things worse. The last one to fall in broke both his arms and legs! He proceeded to float there and eventually drown. If it weren't for the water I would have had a great time twisting his mind until I decided to end him.

 
Captured another one...finally. It's definitely true that whatever these Orcs gain in size and strength they lose in mental capacity. I'm amazed they can even speak.  He kept saying that when he gets out he'll break me in half like a twig...persuasive isn't he? Anyway, I told him that if he holds his head under the water for as long as this candle wick lasts I'd let him go free. Stupid thing drowned within minutes! I never tire of this.

 
I haven't captured a soul for days, and the last victim died on impact. Of course I was still able to reclaim his soul, but without the thrill of killing, or any kind of torture,  the process lacks that special something. The reclaimed souls I've summoned make decent targets, but taking a mortal's life is so much more...sweet.
Skyrim:Treasure Hunter's Note

I'm close to finding the  . I've tracked it down to  . It's apparently guarded by a
Skyrim:Museum Pamphlet

Silus Vesuius Presents  

The Museum of the Mythic Dawn  

A History of the Cult that Toppled the Septim Dynasty  

Inside of his very own home in the great capital of the Pale, Dawnstar  

Free and open to all citizens of Skyrim
Skyrim:Valmir's Orders

You will proceed to the ruins of Forelhost to retrieve the Mask from the Dragon Cult there. 


If you are discovered, impersonate an officer. It is unlikely that anyone from Skyrim will be clever enough to see through the disguise. 


Once you have obtained the Mask, bring it to Labyrinthian.