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Online:Gabrielle Benele's Journal

The talisman is here! I'm certain of it! 

My research indicates that these hills hide the  , a relic I believe is the key to defeating  . And my further investigations have enabled me to determine the exact hiding place.

I know that   won't like it, but this opportunity is too good to let pass. I need to retrieve the talisman. There's no time to waste.

I believe that the crypt within the cliff face to the north of our camp serves as the talisman's final resting place. Unfortunately, our camp is under assault. Undead creatures relentlessly attack us from all sides. The   soldiers grow weary with each assault they repel. I'll order them to return to the redoubt in the morning. If we make it to the morning. 

Then I'll head for that cave to the north.
Online:General Gavryn's Declaration

This pier and dock house is a disgrace! No   holding should be allowed to fall into such a sorry state.

I want a squad of soldiers to clean this place up and make repairs before the start of the winter rains.

—
Online:General Redoran's Dispatch

To All Soldiers,

Effective immediately I want all of you to stop discussing any unconfirmed rumors of unusual sights and sounds in and around the fortress. This kind of idle chatter hurts the morale of your fellow soldiers and is nothing more than idle speculation and rumor-mongering. Any reports of suspicious activity should be brought immediately to me for review. Please deposit your reports in the circular receptacle beside my desk.

— General Gavryn Redoran
Online:General's Order 12008

Disciplinary action against Captain Valec Doronil is necessary for insubordination and deflating the morale of Tal'Deic Fortress with unnecessary adherence to foolish protocol.

The Captain's punishment: Execution.
Online:Gjarma's Orders: Wamasu

I don't care how, but I want that drugged wamasu out of the hold and under Haven. It should fit through the old Imperial aquifer outside the city walls. If we can't secure our escape route before the ritual completes, we're sunk.

And don't jostle it! If it wakes angry, it starts melting support columns. We don't want the city to come down until after we're gone.

— Gjarma Raven-Hair
Online:Gjarma's Orders: Yngold

I understand your concern about lack of supplies for the ritual. But you're forgetting there's a local Mages Guild to raid for stores.

Once you confirm they have the goods, send me word so we know to proceed.

— Gjarma Raven-Hair
Online:Great House Mottos (Annotated)

To my son, whose inability to remember even these simple facts embarrasses our family at every opportunity. This is to inform you of the words the   of   live and breathe by, and the   they hold as their patrons, representative of their goals and motives. If you ever again confuse the   and   merchant nobles with whom we trade, I will disown you three and ten times, and once again to make the deed final and eternal.

(the fact that a primer of this sort is required at all indicates lapses in Temple indoctrination curricula—must delegate a canon to investigate and propose reforms)

 : "A Redoran is a warrior whose duty is first to the  , second to House Redoran, and third to family and clan."

- Saint   the Captain is the patron saint of House Redoran.

(re-check Temple texts about death of Nerevar—can't be too careful on that)

 : "Justice knows no sleep: Indoril shall order, the   shall judge."

- Saint   the Just is the patron saint of House Indoril.

House Hlaalu: "To trade fairly and freely is to honor the Three."

- Saint   the Pilgrim is the patron saint of House Hlaalu.

House Dres: "To spread culture and truth to the benighted: this is our commitment and burden."

- Saint   the Pious is the patron saint of House Dres.

(must point this out to Vivec; it will tickle his sense of irony)

 : "The forceful expression of will gives true honor to the Ancestors."

- Saint   the Immolant is the patron saint of House Telvanni.

You will likely not note the lack of an ascribed motto to the sixth house, the shadow house,  . This is because that house is extinct, destroyed at the  , after which the remaining Houses built the Temple to the Tribunal. If you ever mention this house in polite company, I will disown you.

You will note that twice, now, I have threatened to disown you. This is because my hands are not so black as  's or Lord  's. My heart is too weak to simply remove you from my family.

Keep this text on you at all times, and let it shame you for every reference you make to it in your dealings with our nobility. Spare our lineage the greater shame of your own foolishness. May I never have cause to call you s'wit in public again.

(the best of luck to Vilyn on that one)
Online:Hendil's Journal

My son's gotten worse. I'm finding it harder to keep him sedated. His illness is insatiable. And those things! I have no idea what to do about the ones he's infected.

The aloe is my only chance. I'm the first to uncover its true properties as a powerful topical sedative. If these were more peaceful times, I would have submitted my research to the College. I could have won the esteem of my peers. 

Now I live all these waking hours in fear of those around me. At any moment they might uncover the truth about Tancano. What that could mean—
Online:House Hlaalu Merchant Camp

Visiting traders and merchants, please adhere to the rules of this caravan camp.

— All merchants and their caravan crews are welcome to use the camp and its facilities.

— Absolutely no buying, selling, fighting, dumping, or wild parties allowed within the confines of the camp.

— The nearby ruins are dangerous and off limits to unauthorized visitors. Stay out of the ruins for your own safety.

— Please leave the camp in the same condition as when you arrived. Clean up after your crew and leave nothing behind.
Online:Increased Bandit Activity

Headwoman Harrani,

While this one understands the guard is needed to help Mistral recover from the storm, cessation of regular patrols has led to increased bandit activity along the roads.

One can hardly step away from one's stall without being accosted by ruffians. If it is not bandits, it is harpies driven inland by heavy winds. If not harpies, scavengers "mistaking" our wares for flotsam washed up on the shore!

Karpu-sa has contracted with a pair of mercenaries to help deal with these dangers, but not all of my kin are able to do so. When can we expect patrols to resume?

Patiently awaiting your response,

—Karpu-sa, Merchant
Online:Ithis Omalor's Orders

Omalor,

No doubt you've heard by now that I've been driven from Mournhold. You may be questioning your duties or reexamining your loyalties. I don't begrudge you some skepticism. We must all continue to question those with power over us. However, know that the mission continues and I need you now more than ever.

The messenger who brought you this letter also carries a package. The package contains a relic of Dwarven origin. It will allow you to temporarily control the constructs that roam the Mzithumz ruins. The dangerous spheres and spiders will follow your commands for a brief time.

In and around Narsis, the plague spreads. We labor in the shadows of the Obsidian Gorge, and it is vital that no one   blunders into our workshops. Single travelers do not concern me, but a large group, like a caravan, may try to camp near the caves. A House Hlaalu caravan departs from Mournhold to provide aid to Narsis. They cannot be allowed to reach their destination.

Take some House Dres warriors, the most amoral and expendable thugs you can find. Make sure they won't hesitate to cut down another Dunmer. Pay them to keep their mouths shut, whatever it takes. Use the raiders and the constructs from Mzithumz to overpower the Hlaalu   victory is assured, turn the constructs on the Dres warriors and make your escape in the chaos. The cost will be high, but the time it will buy us is crucial. We are close to a breakthrough.

Do not seek me out when you have completed your task. I will find you.

— V
Online:Kireth's Prism Notes

The alignment of all of these crystally prism things seems to indicate that some shooty sparkly bits once propelled energy around the chamber. This is just a working theory, mind you, but I think I can repair this thing and make it do something. I just need some more sparkly bits and spinny parts from the metal spiders crawling around the ruin.

That would require fighting the icky spiders, however. I hate spiders.
Online:Kwama Egg Omelet (book)

With the Kwama gone all crazy back home in Deepcrag, Mama Aralosi can't get the eggs she needs for her famous omelets. I'm going take this bag and rustle up some eggs. She'll be so pleased, I just know it.

I copied Mama's recipe below, so I know what I have to get:

:Step 1: Find a kwama mine—Check!
:Step 2: Procure a kwama egg—Check!
:Step 3: Get out of the mine alive
:Step 4: Crack egg into a large bowl
:Step 5: Whisk until the white and yolk combine
:Step 6: Add spices to taste
:Step 7: Bake and serve
Online:Kwama Shipment Manifest

Vileclutch Mine: 5 Dozen - Complete
:Broken Stream Mine: 2 Dozen - Complete (3 Dozen Delivered)
:Bulwark Caves: 8 Dozen - Complete
:Blood Spear Caverns: 2 Dozen - Complete
:The Falling Cliffs: 12 Dozen - Complete
: : 10 Dozen - INCOMPLETE (Mine Ownership Change)
:Direwind Pass: 4 Dozen - Complete
:Whispering Hills: 5 Dozen - Complete
Online:Lady Llarel's Journal

What a fabulously marvelous cave! I can't believe this has been sitting here, empty and unused, all this time. I think it will be just perfect for my needs. With this cave, I can finally establish the shelter I have always dreamed of. I can finally create a place of safety for poor, abused kwama and their scribs.

My father was a cruel man, and I saw the abuse and burdens he placed upon the kwama at his mine. It was barbaric, how he squeezed all of those poor creatures into those overcrowded caverns. How he harvested cuttle from their poor bodies. I can still hear the poor creatures scream! Well, I shall stand for such cruelty no more.

I shall fill this cave with free kwama, creating a haven where they can raise their scribs in peace and safety. It will be a kwama utopia, and it will be my legacy to the world.

Now, where can I acquire a kwama queen?
Online:Legend of Chill House

Frigid air fills the darkness of Chill House as death's inevitable wind blows through the forlorn structure. Noises, familiar yet their source indeterminate, seem to rise from beneath the earth, bedeviling the listener with memories of childhood stories: Grome of the Goblin-Ken, and The Imp with Two Hammers. I mustn't listen to the noises in Chill House—I mustn't! For if I listen too long and too closely, I might just…

Go mad.
Online:Letter from Lenwe

Son, don't worry. I know you were scared when you went down there, but everything will be all right.

Your friend from down the road just got the salve yesterday. Maybe he'll be joining you soon? I know you wouldn't want him to get sick, but I'd feel better with someone watching out for you.

Keep yourself safe, and dream of the Stars.

We'll see you soon.

— Lenwe
Online:Letter from Magistrix Vox

My dear Manivol,

House Dres' support of my Maulborn initiative warms my heart. And your generous contributions of gold and resources assure our success. 

The Three will be revealed as the false gods they are and Morrowind will be free!

—Vox
Online:Letter to Ando

Ando,

Gelves just gave me a bloody earful. I don't know where you disappeared to, but you should have been with me to bear the brunt of his tirade.  

He says to ease up a bit on the townsfolk. We're supposed to leave them alone for a few days, let them get a little less afraid of us. After that, we make one good example every few days or so. He's got some theory that this keeps them more cowed than if we just beat them senseless every time they look at us funny.

He also said to keep a cautious eye on anyone coming into town, but not to stop them. The town is still open for business and we want to make sure that we profit from that business. Traders and such coming through town should still be able to buy and sell as they like. We'll probably start taxing them when Gelves decides that we are firmly in control here.

Oh, and Gelves killed the mayor. Just lost his temper, I guess.

You owe me an ale or two for covering for you.
Online:Letter to Bodani

Bodani, you are as a sister to me. 

I know you saw this would come to pass. Your sight is your talent, your gift. You knew how it would come to be, but not why it would come to be. I would enlighten you to honor the bonds which we have shared in our time together.

Many of us are born to The Coiled Path through hardship, but not all. 

The Ashkhan of your tribe reduced you to nothing. He took everything from you and he left you without another path to tread. Your choice was that of survival. 

You protected and sheltered your people from him. Strong Harrinat, industrious Risannu, little Sahnivaran, and her brother Draitsuul would not have followed you here if they did not believe that you were still their guide and protector. You choose to lead as a Wisewoman might.

But you are now Mabrigash, a Wisewoman no longer in the eyes of our people and our ways.

The Ghost Snake will take them all in time, if you do not send them away. Keep Harrinat if he pleases you, as Trehaddu and Unamaeth please me. But send the others from our camp!

The rest of us were born to The Coiled Path for other reasons, not all as noble and worthy of understanding as your own. Yet all of us gather here at this sacred vale for one purpose—to extend our lives and bring power onto ourselves. 

Let your final act of leadership be to send your people to safety.

—Marinisuu
Online:Letter to Narsis

Dearest Seron,

I fear the plague has found me. I shall miss you, my love.

—Ida
Online:Letter to the Twilight Mage

Master Avayan,

This one will be visiting Selfora shortly and would love to make use of your fabulous crafting stations— provided you're amenable. I'll even bring a few bottles of golden wine to refill your pantry!

—Magister Marashi
Online:Lost and Dusty Journal

Semkur wagered a week's salary that I couldn't spend a night in this place. Nearly swallowed his whiskers when I said I'd do it.

The tomb is sealed behind me. I thought I heard someone's voice, but it had to be Semkur trying to get out of the bet.

It is a little scary in here. I lit a few candles, but that just made the shadows leap around.

It doesn't matter. I'll have the last laugh when I'm chugging double rum bought with Semkur's coin!
Online:Memo to Captain Doronil

Captain Doronil,

I simply cannot understand the intent of these new orders from the General. The way he commands the watch to be set leaves gaping holes in our defenses during parts of the evening. If we were short-handed that would be one thing, but we have plenty of soldiers for the job. Please share your thoughts. I wish to understand the purpose of these orders.

— Commander Taldyn
Online:Merdyndril's Orders

In the name of Magistrix Vox,

All Maulborn must continue to monitor and secure Lake Hlaalu. Tests of the Llodos plague continue, and we maintain camps within the area.

The new formula isn't as strong as we hoped. I am returning to the Gorge to make a more potent concoction. I will also continue to advance our plans for shipping the material throughout Deshaan.

Until new orders are delivered, continue the tests by adding each new batch of the concoction at the waterfall and record the results. Victory is nigh!

—Merdyndril
Online:Mesanthano's Tower (note)

Beware the power of  —the greatest achievement of the mad wizard, Mesanthano. Its influence still lingers in these tower ruins.
Online:Mine Foreman's Log

Day 746

Another day at the Triple Circle Mine, another half gold in my pay. But I digress.

My workers are good men and women, devoted and hard-working. That's why these continued stories of strange sounds deep in the mine are beginning to trouble me. Tesa brought me a tale today that I would have completely discounted if it had come from anyone else. But Tesa has always been so calm and level-headed, not susceptible to the superstitions that plague so many of her fellow miners.

Anyway, Tesa claims that she spotted a creature in the large chamber. She said it was below the wooden platform, drinking from the underground stream that runs through that portion of the mine. Tesa described it as a "mouth full of sharp, pointy fangs on two stubby legs." If I didn't know any better, I'd say she had seen a kagouti. I used to hunt the damn things back in Vvardenfell. Nasty creatures! But who ever heard of a kagouti prowling underground in a mine? 

I guess I'd better go and check this out. Just in case, you understand.
Online:My Kwama Journal

Day 11: My studies are going well. These creatures are fascinating to watch. They seem to have accepted my presence here. I will try to live as they do.

Day 18: I move like a kwama, think like a kwama. 

Day 20: I am part of the hive!

Day 24: The kwama need me. I shall be their queen!

Day 42: The Dark Elves are looking for me. My warriors will protect me.  

Day 88: Oh my darling scribs! How quickly they grow!

Day 113: Must protect eggs ditiktoktok hide deeper in caves kikkitikitokitok protect my colony dididotikitikido

Day Day daydayday   Kwama Queen Kwama Queen Colony needs Kwama Queen Kwama Queen Kwama Me Me meeeeditikidoditikiki
Online:My Kwama Journal, Page 1

Although my father mocked my desire to study the kwama, I know that I have chosen well. I can't believe he called these fascinating creatures mere insects. 

The Great Houses might be scandalized to be compared to thriving kwama colonies, but these elegant creatures certainly remind me of the best of the Houses. They work in harmony. They share common goals. They have ranks and status, much as House operatives do. All their efforts reflect upon their queen, as House retainers and kinsmen reflect on their grandmaster.

I hope to catch a glimpse of a   before too long.
Online:Note from Khezuli's Contact

K—

My employer's new arrangement makes it harder to meet in public. Get me the base mixture and I'll get you the payment. I hope you haven't forgotten how to combine the ingredients in the mixing mechanism. All you have to remember is keep things orderly.

Just add each ingredient carefully. The sweet, sticky moon sugar cane, the bitter mangrove juice, and the viscous Hist Sap all combine to produce our product. Once you're finished, meet me on the beach at the location I've marked on the map inside this journal.

Hope that's clear enough. If it's not, you may have to do it over and over again!

— O
Online:Note on Broken Crate

The plan begins! The amount of the concoction contained within isn't viable when diluted in water. To achieve our goals, more of the elixir will be needed. To this end, more crates are on their way.

Stay alert and watch for the next shipment.

— M
Online:Note to Barkeep

Barkeep,

I did my part. This place was full last night. They drank, you made your bit, so I expect full payment. I'll be staying with a girl I met. She has a cottage just north of someplace called "the Gray Mire." At first I thought she was talking about your ale.

Deliver my money to Sweetbreeze Cottage or I'll never play your establishment again.

— Sorion the Talented
Online:Note to Selias

Selias,

We did it! The old man is dead and I have it! Meet me near the Netch Tree and I will pay you what I owe. Make sure you aren't followed, I hear Nervyna has been sniffing around.

— Tervur
Online:Old Handbill

A Gladiatorial Spectacle!

Watch the Undefeated Champions of   as they take on all comers! See the action before the arena closes for the war effort!

 —her poison and webs made her victorious in over thirty contests.  A wise man places his bets on her before she drags another victim into her lair.

 —fresh from the legions of an   army, he is merciless, cutting down Man and Elf alike. Only a fool would bet against this seasoned pit fighter.

Introducing  —a rare   witch, and deadly as a desert asp. Is there a bravo who thinks he can best her?
Online:On Activation

Placement of the corruption stones is less important than activation. Our priestess has ensured that the corruption stones are imbued with the ancestral energy of the holy site. 

One stone should cover the entire site; the other five stones are insurance. It may seem excessive, but we can't be too careful. The traitor-queen's political machinations must be ended!

— Norion
Online:One Bosmer's Response to the Dominion

The formation of the Dominion can end in only one way: with Bosmer necks under High Elf boots! Those arrogant bastards will subjugate all of Tamriel if they could. I won't stand for that, and none of you should, either.

It's time the Bosmer reclaimed Valenwood. Blacksap or Camoran loyalist,   stalwart or oathless salad-eaters—it matters not. We'll simply need time, strength, and powerful magic.

Appealing to Hircine may provide us with what we need. Risky, yes, but with great risk comes greater reward. For Valenwood!

—
Online:Our Ironclad Oath

Remember our vow, brothers and sisters of the Oathbound! Take the heads of the wicked Elves to satisfy the agreement made by our glorious chieftain!
Online:Private Dispatch (Secret!)

When you're able to slip away unnoticed, find the others in the ruins by the river. I ordered the soldiers to avoid the area, so you should have no trouble. Destroy this note after you read it, Durel Gilveni, or I will burn you to cinders.
Online:Public Notice of Promotion

My personal aide from Mournhold shall be appointed as retainer and stationed in the mess tent. He shall be accorded respect and asked no questions. Failure to adhere to this order shall result in harsh disciplinary action.

— General Gavryn Redoran
Online:Rats in the Crops

Headwoman Harrani,

Some of our homes were damaged in the storm and a great many rats have set upon our crops. While we have the rats in hand, we would inquire as to when we might expect help.

None of us at Windcatcher Plantation are skilled architects. While a few of us can make simple repairs, we cannot fix everything without help from Mistral.

We will do what we can while we wait for your word.

Ever your servant,

— Silat
Online:Raven-Hair's Recollections

never leaves you—not really. Even in southern waters, its icy fingers find a way into your veins.

Would   have been so quick to join if he knew the   raid wasn't at all about gold? When will Hlana piece together the larger implications of what we plan to do to that Elven town? How quickly would Yngold move to slit my throat if he realized which master I truly serve?

I can't remember the cove where I grew up. Named my damned raiding band after the place, but when I dream of it I don't see the cove. I just see what's north of it. I dream of a broken city and a broken king. Ice and blood. A million screaming voices shouting one word, over and over again.

What does it mean? Will I ever see it? Do I even want to?
Online:Raynor's Bthanual Notes

After reviewing Kireth's notes on the prismatic emitter matrix set into the conduit chamber shows some remarkable strides in the understanding of Dwemer construction. Her scribbling may be childish and her language is, at best, imprecise, but her conclusions are no less exceptional despite her best efforts to the contrary.

My sister actually managed to generate and execute a working hypothesis that allowed her to not only determine how the Dwemer device was supposed to operate, but resulted in her repairing and   the device to open a door that had been sealed—almost literally—forever.

She was able to fashion a replacement for a damaged emitter stone using scavenged parts from damaged Dwemer constructs and her own saliva. I won't touch the new component, and that's certainly not how I would have solved this predicament, but I am proud of my little sister.