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Lore:Nord Armorers and Armsmen

A     feels a particular affinity with his anvil, bellows, hammer, and tongs. For the Nord, the creation of fine (if inelegant)   and   is as important as proficiency with a blade, axe, or hammer. Such   are learned from youth and are almost mandatory. As the Nord armorer and weaponsmith perfect their techniques, the forge becomes a second home. Close by is the tanning rack, where the hides of every beast of   have been measured for their levels of durability and flexibility. Layered on top is  ,  , and   alloys. The result is a steel that holds tighter and bites sharper than weapons from other realms. 

When Nords refer to their blades as "stinging," they mean more than its cutting power: superstitious Nord smiths are said to add a drop of wild     into everything they create. The whys and wherefores are misplaced in long-forgotten lore, but the practice is widespread. To this day, no Nord armorer would work a forge without first crumbling   into his quenching tub.
Lore:On the Utility of Shock Magic

As  's leading wizard, I have often been called upon, usually by individuals of royal birth, to impress them with some demonstration of my  al skills. When I ask what they'd like to see, they nearly always reply, "Throw a fireball! A really big one. I'd love that."

This just shows how poorly educated Tamriel's aristocrats are about the magical arts. The Flame spells have their uses, of course, but the true magical scholar gives pride of place in his grimoire to the Shock spells. For whatever reason, manipulating arcane lightning is easier than forcing magical flame, and it can be employed for a greater variety of effects. Here are just a few:

&mdash;The mage can cloak himself in an   that will turn aside certain physical and magical attacks, as well as shocking nearby enemies. 
&mdash;Lightning can be cast on a surface in the form of a rune that will explode if touched or after a certain delay. 
&mdash;A wizard can cast a bolt to a nearby target and then instantly " " to that destination. 
&mdash;And, of course,   can be cast directly at enemies in a number of variations.

It is possible, I suppose, that ways to manipulate Frost and Flame will be discovered that make those elemental magics as flexible as Shock&mdash;but if I haven't discovered how to do it, who else could?
Online:A Daughter's Journal

I saw Ennis this morning. He had the most peculiar look on his face. When I asked what made him smile, he said the mayor chose him for a special task. I've never seen him help anyone unless coin was involved, but he just kept babbling about how he'd volunteered because the mayor is such a great man.

 ***** The guards were nowhere to be found until after sundown. It looks like they caught the group of beggars who have camped out on the road east of town. They brought the beggars to the cathedral—but why? I went to see, but the guards wouldn't let me in. They said the mayor has ordered no one in or out.

 *****   has been so quiet. I see very few people on the streets, even the guards. It feels like the calm before a great storm. Maybe they're all visiting the carnival south of  . If I finish my chores early, I might stop by.

 ***** The carnival is wonderful! They're still setting things up, but I didn't care. The bug trainer let me pet the  s. It was strange, I didn't see anyone from Southpoint there, or on the roads. I thought Father would be so angry with me for returning so late, but he wasn't home. Mother said he was summoned by the mayor. She seems so worried.

 ***** The guards dragged Mother away! Father tells me nothing is wrong, the mayor just wanted to speak with her. I don't understand what's happening.

 ***** Mother has been missing for days, and Father doesn't care about anything except pleasing the mayor. Then he frowns, and looks right through me. I've never seen him like this. If Mother isn't back by the morning, I'm going to Elden Root for help.

 ***** There are guards posted all around town. They aren't letting anyone leave. I'll have to wait for nightfall and try to slip out.

I hear screams from the cathedral. I hope Mother is all right.
Online:Alchemist Nilyne's Notes

The   plague is a damn complex concoction. I'm not sure I have the skill and experience to totally counteract its properties, but I have an idea for how to suppress and slow the pace of the  . It will require a number of rare and exotic   to pull this off, though.

An   concoction such as I'm imagining doesn't like to be subjected to high heat. It's too volatile. It needs to be allowed to steep and brew. Therefore, an adjustment of one-quarter flame should suffice to get the alembic to the proper temperature.

First, I'll need a good amount of  . These healing herbs are prized for their powerful medicinal properties, which makes them hard to come by and extremely expensive. I'm certain the innkeeper at the   keeps an emergency supply to sell for profit when business gets slow.

Then, I need something to bind it all together and hide the foul taste of the bitter herbs. Something like sour milk tea.   was known to imbibe the stuff from time to time. I must admit that I have a fondness for the beverage myself. Usually with a splash of   to give it a bit of a kick, if you must know.

Finally, I'll need something that adds a touch of magic.   would fit the bill nicely. If I recall correctly, Old   had a taste for exotic mushrooms. There might still be some hidden in his house&mdash;unless those   ruffians ransacked his place after he entered the quarantine.
Online:An Egg-citing Discovery!

Huge, delicious eggs!

I wonder what kind of bird laid such beauties? 

No matter. They're mine now. 

Wait. 

Why is the sea churnin—
Online:Anonymous Journal

—Day 26

The plague is slowly spreading from Quarantine Serk, covering Deshaan like a black rain. Vox will be pleased. Many have left Narsis for Mournhold. They think they'll be safe there, but they can't escape the coming reckoning.

—Day 32 

The substance isn't strong enough when added to water. The solution becomes diluted, and most of the effective properties fade. So putting it in wells won't work. Until we can formulate a stronger version, we need to look for other ways to spread the plague.

—Day 42 

We figured out how to spread the plague. By injecting the substance into a corpse's blood and letting it fester, the plague's potency increases tenfold! It must be the dead blood. We need more bodies. Luckily, Narsis can provide an abundant supply.
Online:Arch-Mage's Journal

This year, as we get closer to the start of classes here at Shad Astula, I look forward to finding excellent leadership candidates among this year's crop of students. Those who will grow into great leaders, remarkable scholars, and mighty warriors for the   of Morrowind. And, starting this season, for the entire Ebonheart Pact, as well. Often, my visions don't manifest until a student has spent some time within the Academy. Most years, no one emerges who quite matches my hopes and dreams.

Which is why I was encouraged, confused, and a bit frightened when I started receiving visions of three students who haven't even arrived at the Academy yet. At first, I worried that my visions were faulty. But this is not the case. These visions are as clear as any I've ever experienced, albeit with dark undertones I do not yet understand.

My first vision concerned Tedras Relvi. A noble son of House Indoril, his entire life has involved magic. His father is a battlemage, his mother a healer. Pompous and a bit of a whiny brat, Tedras is lazy and hard-headed. He's also a master of word and wit. In fact, I think he might make a better bard than a wizard. Still, I must heed my visions. From what I've seen, his future self grows into a master negotiator.

Hadmar the Thin-Boned was the subject of my second vision. It's rare for me to see a Nord in a vision, and rarer still that a Nord develops significant magical talent. With a pure heart and a warrior's spirit, Hadmar possesses a good soul. He's also dumb as a guar. Will he embrace his magical studies? Regardless, I see him standing tall upon the field of battle. Does he have the makings of a battlemage, perhaps?

The final vision concerned Lena Dalvel, and it was the most confusing of the three. Her lineage contains almost no magical heritage. In fact, I'm not sure how she got an invitation to our school—perhaps a House noble recognized her talent? Her vision is the most promising—and the most frightening. Lena stands on a balance that could easily tip toward the darkness or the light, two possible paths for her to walk. One path shows her as a great leader of the people, serving in a coming time of troubles. The other path shows her involvement in the destruction of the world. This particular vision disturbs me greatly, and it must not be allowed to come to pass. She must finish her trials under my guidance. It's imperative that her proper destiny be fulfilled.
Online:Bakhig's Journal, Page 11

's pets danced for him today! 

No. Not a dance, not like those idiot   in their fancy castles. They swarmed up, down, up, down. All over their webs. Like a sweet performance, just for me.

Bakhig's pets want him to know that they are happy he is here. To watch over them.

Bakhig will never let anything happen to his pets.
Online:Bakhig's Journal, Page 19

had the nightmare again last night. Bakhig dreamed that a   was in Bakhig's home, killing his pets.

This one is going to spend the day with the little ones, making sure they are safe.
Online:Bakhig's Journal, Page 3

is finally home. Years of wandering, over. Pets scuttle around me. The poison that drips from their fangs smells as fresh-baked bread to this one.

It took me weeks to earn their trust. So many bites, so much poison in my veins. But, now, they know me.

Now, they love me.
Online:Book of Excellent Teachings

To open the gate in our mysterious lake,

One must follow the book of teachings.

For only when shapes are set and directions followed,

Will the portal open—but try not to get swallowed.


Let the Sun's spiky rays warm the Northern shore,

As Masser's Full Moon rises in the Western expanse,

And Aetherius' Star sparkles above the Eastern moor,

While the Crescent Moon of Secundus fills the Southern glance.
Online:Bordaunt Virelande's Journal

Day 1
I've decided to strike out on my own. No one makes a name spending their whole life in a small town. I plan to document the noteworthy incidents of my travels so I have them for the book I'm going to write when I retire from adventuring.

Day 7
I had to defend myself from a bandit attack on the road today. I guess they didn't expect me to be more proficient with a blade than they were, but fortunately my training paid off. I dispatched one, and the other two fled, wounded. I did not relish the act, and while I realize that it was either him or me, I hope I do not have cause to do so again in the future. Now it's time to get past this unpleasant incident and focus on building my legend!

Day 15
I helped rescue a family's cow from a burning barn today! I got a little singed, but they gave me a jug of fresh milk, a block of cheese, and told me to stop by whenever I passed through this area. My renown is growing, and I look forward to more adventures in the days to come. 

Day 22
I've already encountered some strange things in my travels but without question the most disturbing so far was watching that man take his own life just outside the town of  . He was sobbing and incoherent, and there was nothing I could do as he brought the knife across his wrists. At first I was reluctant to go through his belongings, but my rumbling stomach overrode my misgivings. It looked like he was just setting off on a trip, as his provisions were fully packed and unused. I briefly considered bringing the body back to town, but they would just as likely condemn me for dragging a corpse into their midst as thank me for returning him. I couldn't just leave him to rot though, so I left a letter under the door of the Inn and watched from a nearby hill as he was buried the next day. 

On a related note, I believe I've acquired my first  al item from this unfortunate fellow. I'm not sure what this amulet is supposed to do exactly, but the way it glows tells me that it must hold some type of power. I believe it will help me in my future endeavors. Soon enough, I'll be in full enchanted   with a blazing  !

Day 24
Having trouble sleeping. I believe this wooded area must be haunted as I keep hearing voices. I'm sure my spirits will improve when I emerge from this shrouded forest. 

Day 26
I haven't slept in days. The voices have gotten louder and more persistent every day, even after I left the woods. I am haunted by the death I caused and the death I did not prevent. I have tried to bury the amulet in the forest, but I cannot bring myself to leave it. 

Day 30
I am a monster and I don't deserve to live.
Online:Burnt, Mostly Illegible Scrap

... understand why the mistress would abandon us. These   assault us every day. The venom of their  . Their shrill cries.

Mercy, mistress! Hear our pleas!
Online:By Order of the Tribunal

Berezan's Mine is closed to the public until further notice.

Trespassers will suffer the full wrath of the Three.
Online:Call for Census

By Order of the Mayor:

All Southpoint Citizens are required to participate in an urgent Town Census. Those who do not will have their Citizenship Revoked and All Property Ownership Nullified!

All Heads of Households must report to the Cathedral to be counted. Those with Children must Bring their First Born.
Online:Churasu's Alchemy Journal

Fury Concoction: This mixture makes the  s very angry for a few hours.

Angry wasps will sting anything that doesn't smell like them.

 * * *

To Make the Fury Concoction: Grind one wasp gizzard into three lumps of   and two pinches of wisplight powder. This makes a single dose.

Important! For each additional dose made, add one extra pinch of powder to keep the solution stable.
Online:Come for the Cure!

Come one, come all! Come to the quarantine in the town of  —the Serk—and receive a curative that will protect you from the  .

Noble or commoner, rich or poor, the curative is provided at no cost to you. Don't risk yourself or your loved ones. The   are ready to help you. So, whether you are afflicted with the plague or healthy and showing no signs of the disease, the Maulborn curative will make sure you are protected from this dreaded plague.

The   can't stop this plague. The   has no answers. But the Maulborn have a solution.

On this, you have my word.

—
Online:Contract with House Diel

To Fisherman   and Company,

As per our conversations, here is the signed contract completing our deal. You should have also received the bottles of "elixir" that will cause the effects we desire. Be careful, as I had to deal with various nefarious organizations within   to procure the amounts needed.

Apply the contents of a full bottle to your daily haul of fish, then leave the treated fish for the   to feast upon. We should begin to see the effects within a matter of days.

As the harpies consume the tainted fish, they will become extremely aggressive. As the harpy threat rises, the nasty birds will have to be dealt with. Once they're eliminated, we can expand Daggerfall down the coast and increase our investment a hundredfold.

Secrecy is imperative. In the meantime, I will hire another group to procure harpies and their eggs. We might as well make a profit from the creatures while we're at it. No one needs to know how this started. It should appear that we're just doing our civic duty and helping the great city of Daggerfall in its time of need.

—   of Daggerfall
Online:Covert Note

We know where the missing villagers are, but we need your help. Due to the lockdown, no one can leave Narsis. Except you, that is. Yes, we know all about the special dispensation the councilor gave you.

We'd like to speak to you, but please understand that we need to keep our presence hidden. We couldn't just leave directions lying around for the House Guard to find. Instead, we give you this:

"Don't look to the sky. Follow the Star. She provides the key. She will guide your way."

Follow these directions and we will speak soon.
Online:Curative Batch Fifteen

This batch of the curative was so close to perfect. Unfortunately, it was a tad too effective. The afflicted turned into   far more quickly than we had hoped for at this point in the process. Perhaps this particular mixture will be useful later, when we need a quick influx of undead soldiers, but for now this batch won't suffice.

An interesting side effect of this version of the curative concerns the level of aggressiveness demonstrated by the newly created husks. They turn immediately violent and consider everything that moves to be an enemy. Or food.

These husks also demonstrated a total disregard for the husk scent we apply when working in close proximity to them. They attacked our workers as soon as they saw them, indicating that the scent no longer masks us from husks created with this version of the curative.

Let's increase the cooking time by one hour and decrease the amount of wolf bile by twenty-five percent.

—Nostrum Breva
Online:Curative Batch Nineteen

Ah, finally. Perfection! The latest batch of curative starts the affliction, progresses the   at a reasonable rate of speed, and then turns the afflicted into plague husks seventy percent of the time. Now we have a superior version of the plague and an effective way to dispense it.

Of course, handing out curatives can be a slow process, especially in the larger towns and cities. Before we begin operations in  , we'll need a faster way to disperse the plague. But that's not my task at this moment. Besides, I'm sure that Alchemist   is tackling this problem even as I write these notes.

I should also record that I've perfected the husk scent. We can once again walk among the husks without fear of being attacked. I might even have an idea about a soap to remove the scent after we're finished.

We'll begin making larger batches of the curative immediately. In no time at all, we should be able to give everyone at the   and in the immediate vicinity a dosage of the curative. Don't worry, my mistress. Everything will happen, just as you have foreseen.

—Nostrum Breva
Online:Curative Batch Six

Useless! Absolutely useless! The curative isn't going to meet our mistress's demanding standards if it simply kills the person who ingests it! If we were trying to create a new poison, then we'd be wildly successful. But that isn't the task at hand.

Reduce the amount of dried corpse blood and try again. And watch the temperature in those cauldrons. One of them was dangerously close to boiling over—and I for one have no desire to be drenched in a spray of boiling curative.

—Nostrum Breva
Online:Daggerfall Market Shopping List

—three blood oranges

 —crescent-emblem cloak

 —black roses with thorns
Online:Deleyn's Mill Order Form

Order for Purchaser:  

Strong, sturdy lumber to be used in the construction of shipping crates. Crates need to be large enough and strong enough to protect fragile   eggs and to contain live harpies. Needs enough lumber to construct a dozen such crates. To start!

Lord Alain Diel has requested a large order and indicates that he will be placing reorders in a timely manner. Remember that any details pertinent to this order are for fulfillment purposes only. Do not spread any rumors concerning what His Lordship may or may not be hunting in the wilderness outside  .

This order is to be handled with the utmost care and urgency. Let's make sure he receives the highest grade wood that I'm charging him for.

If you have any questions, please see me at the mill.

—
Online:Diary of a Romance

4 Rain's Hand:
  heard a voice last night, a voice that softly strummed the very strings of my soul. He loves pumpkin pie. He was kind enough to visit my  . Such a rare talent!

17 Rain's Hand:
One day he said he loved me, that he wanted to stay with me in my cottage forever. The next day he told me he had to get back to his life on the road, that he couldn't bear it unless he played in front of new faces each night.

19 Rain's Hand:
An idea strikes me. I will get him those faces, and he will play for me forever.

20 Rain's Hand:
The flesh was starting to decay in a most unpleasant way, so I removed it. Hopefully the incense will cover any lingering stench. The show must go on.
Online:Dockmaster's Lament

It was a beautiful day until I received yet another visit from an indignant Maormer captain. Apparently, padding the docking fee half of what I used to is grounds for deep offense.

For a moment I thought she might become violent! I handed over my last bottle of Old Colovian Plum Brandy to smooth things over.

These Maormer seem to be more and more demanding lately. What good is that treaty, anyway? It wasn't always this difficult to take an honest cut!
Online:Ealcil's Notes, Page 1

Something's building—something big. The air in Cat's Eye Quay positively crackles. It's nothing like the ancient energies at the Temple of the Mourning Springs. This is fresh, nearly bursting at the edges!

The carvings on these bodies clearly has something to do with it. Ritual magic, perhaps? I must investigate further.
Online:Ealcil's Notes, Page 2

It's no use. The rune-carvings are too deep into the subjects. None survive the process. Only the Maormer can tell me why these carvings matter, and they've proven somewhat resistant to my questioning.

The energies seem to flow toward the cave mouth at the end of Cat's Eye Quay. Could there be a connection with those serpent-shaped totems? I must learn their secrets!
Online:Ealcil's Notes, Page 3

Exhilarating! The howling, the lightning—it's all energy drawn to the "Storm Totems" in that cave. But when I tried to enter, those fool Maormer collapsed the entrance!

To any Dominion personnel who find the addled skooma-smuggler with these orders, I seek another way into the cave complex. Approach if you see me about the quay so I may requisition your services in my search.

— Ealcil
Online:Factor Luluelle's Report

Arrived from   on the " ":

—Three Barrels  

—Four Crates Mountain Jerky; one crate damaged, spoilage significant

—Two Crates —

Oh, what's the point? This is the only shipment we've had in ten days, and its value wouldn't add up to a score of gold drakes, even if we had a caravel to trans-ship it someplace where we could sell it. Everything that floats has been "requisitioned" for the war, and we couldn't get naval stores even if we had a ship—you can't find rope, pitch, timber, or sailcloth for any amount of money. It's all "Arms for  !" now. Let's face it: if this war doesn't end soon, we're shipwrecked. 

Maybe I'd be happier if my son Durant was still around, but he ran off and joined the First Menevian Scouts, and the house is empty without him.   take it—I'm opening one of these barrels to test the contents. If you want to join me, I'll be in the second empty warehouse on the left.

—
Online:Fire's Grip

The Ayleid ruins known as Par Molag—fist (or grip) of fire in the  —make an excellent location for a secret crafting workshop.

—Doratella
Online:Fistalle's Note

One day, a great big   with a tawny hide was playing with a little bag. The cat poked his head into the bag. He was a very nosy, hungry cat. He was hoping to find food in the bag.

Instead he found two  s hiding inside! One of them bore a blade and its head was covered in silk. The other wore a veil and hissed in annoyance.

The cat realized that the only way he could get these rats out of this bag was to let in more light. Under the light, the rats would be forced to fight or flee.