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Online:Final Statement of Leobert Charien

I leave this as a warning and a challenge. Perhaps it will fall into the hands of a hero who can succeed where I will certainly fail.

I have trailed the abomination   to the ruins of  . Here he has awakened the evil that slumbers within every   ruin. It now feeds the unquenchable appetite for terror that he never satisfied in  . I do not know where   has gone. Others must deal with her.

I am going in after him. I hear horrors have sprung up within the ruins. I am ready to face them. For the memory of my mother, my father, and my sister  , I am ready to die.

—
Online:Final Words (note)

Crawled out of cave. Can go no farther. Egg-brother   was right. Should have moved with him to  .
Online:Fisherman's Journal

Day 57: I'm so glad I asked the   to build me this hut. I can dangle my feet off the edge and fish as much as I want. My cousin will be so jealous.

Day 58: The fish here are thriving! I have more than enough to eat. Not only because of the number of fish in the pond, but the witch lights dancing above the water. The strange creatures attract the fish in the evening. Now I can fish all day and night!

Day 59: I spoke too soon. More witch lights showed up and now the fish seem scared of them. The witch lights only seem to come around at night, so daytime fishing is still fine.

Day 60: Now the witch lights are around in the daytime as well. I had to switch to the shallows of the pond. The fishing is much worse! I will either have to do something about the witch lights or get used to tiny dinners.

Day 61: The fish aren't biting. It is bad enough that I have to go to bed hungry. Knowing there are plenty of tasty fish right below me is too much to bear!

Day 62: I shot one of the witch lights. An arrow was all it took, then the rest of them scattered. I can once more look forward to more delicious fish dinners!
Online:Grida's Note to Dralof

,

I'm not sure the bath salts are safe. I don't feel so good.

I gathered the ingredients to make the bath salts and I ground them up at the mill. But I'm starting to wonder about the apothecary and what really happened there. That  ,  , didn't seem very trustworthy, either. Still, I know the bath salts will make you happy. I do want to get them to you!

The daril got on my hands during the grinding, and now I don't feel so good. My skin itches. I'm going to lay down here and re—
Online:Urenenya's Lament

'''Urenenya's Lament''' may refer to:
Urenenya's Lament (book), a book about a mystery involving an Ayleid princess
Urenenya's Lament (quest), a quest to find Urenenya's soul gem
Online:Healer Heloise's Notes

These are the notes of  , healer for the   Guard. I have set up a temporary healing center in the old tower located on  . Here, I am treating the injuries suffered by Shornhelm Guard soldiers in the aftermath of an unwarranted attack by forces bearing the colors and tabards of  .

 : Stab wound to the right abdomen, applied a healing poultice and wrapped the wound tightly.

 : Took an arrow in her right arm, just above the elbow. Applied a healing poultice and wrapped the wound tightly. She should be ready for duty as needed.

 : Sword slash across the stomach exposed his intestines and he lost much blood. I have done what I can, but I do not believe he will last the night.

 : A spear   his left lung. I have given him a tincture to relieve his pain, but there is little more I can do for him. I expect the end to come quickly.

 : I have not determined the exact nature of his wound, for it doesn't resemble any weapon I am familiar with. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was gutted by the claws of a large animal. I have applied healing tinctures to the wound, and remarkably it appears to be closing. I'll need to watch Rolbert closely to see if there are any adverse effects.

 : Another strange wound, this one along the left side of the neck and down the back. It appears to be a combination of bites and scratches, but the soldier claims he doesn't remember how the wounds were inflicted. He burns with fever, and nothing I have provided has yet to alleviate his discomfort.

 : This soldier received a shallow cut across her right side and should be capable of returning to duty immediately. However, she claims that the wound burns and her stomach hurts. Is she faking these symptoms or did I miss something in my examination?

I must also report that I was apparently hurt as well, though I don't remember how. I discovered a deep scratch along my left arm, as though something with long, sharp nails drew a line down my arm. The cut isn't that serious, which is why I haven't informed   as yet, but it does burn. And I find myself unusually hungry, although food doesn't appeal to me.
Online:Hlaki's Journal

It is nearly done.   is sealed in his tomb. One task remains. I must prepare a cursed ward that will cause the dead to rise if the prison is ever breached.

I've ordered the tunnels sealed behind me. This shall become my tomb, as well.
Online:Hubert's Notes

—do not leave  !

We came to mine …  s and were trapped ….

The food is running out ….

  didn't make it.
Online:Journal of Elias

Day 10:

I have been traveling for days without a clue as to my bearings. The forest is dark and I hear the clattering of creatures in the night. I have taken to not lighting a fire at night and braving the cold. I don't want to attract any attention.

Day 13:

I could have sworn I saw fleeting images of   through the trees. Perhaps it's my mind playing tricks on me as everytime I turn to follow, the images disappear. Perhaps someone is playing a trick on me.

Day 15:

I was bitten by the largest   I have ever seen. The wound looks to be festering. My travel rate has deteriorated significantly. I fear I may never make it home.

Day 16:

I have seen them. In my weakened state, it appears that my pursuers have grown bolder. Perhaps they are following my torch.
Online:Journal's Final Pages

I've not been a good father. I know this. Ever since her mother died I've held her at arm's length. I make sure she's safe, that she has food and warmth. But I never speak to her. She does not even know we're related.

I don't know if this way's better.

I suspect these are my last words. I feel life escaping me. Maybe it's for the best this happened. Maybe I should fade away, forgotten. I'm vain enough to hope I won't.

If anyone should find this, please tell my people I fought bravely. I know they can find a new home and make it better than this. And tell   her father loved her.
Online:Kalodar's Letter

To Hlotild and  , the winds that sooth me by day and the stars that light my night:

I know this letter will never reach you in  . I write to you now only to ease my regret and loneliness as I pass from this world. I am a selfish man. 

But I loved you both dearly, and that is why I had to leave. You were no longer safe with me in the house, though you never suspected it. You knew of my debt, but not the dire threats my creditors had made. When I knew they were coming for me, I led them as far from you as I could. My prayers are only that my ruse succeeded and you are safe.

I am a selfish man. I wish you could hear these words, and that you could forgive me.

I will sing of you in the halls of  .

—
Online:Last Will and Testament

What a fool I was! I tried to reach   on foot, in the face of a raging storm. It was so cold outside, and I was so tired. But I never should have entered this stupid cave. I should have known better! What am I, a milk-drinker?

This  , all ice and snow, certainly appeared to be warmer and safer than the wilderness outside. At least it was a place to get out of the bitter wind. But how wrong I was! If you're reading this, maybe you haven't seen them yet. Beware! This grotto is home to a band of  s!

They haven't spotted me yet, but it's only a matter of time. And one of the foul beasts has entered the passage behind me, blocking off any hope I had of making an escape. I'm still going to try, of course. I have my sword and my good, strong arms. But I'm not a warrior. Not really. Oh, every   imagines herself to be a mighty warrior, but we're not all forged from the same ore, no matter what the stories say.

I want to write this down before I make my move. Just in case. Consider this to be my last will and testament. If you find this, that means the trolls got me. I pray I was able to give as good as I got, but I have no illusions that I can defeat one troll, let alone a half a dozen. And the sounds I hear from deeper in the grotto. There must be a terrible troll back there!

Please, if you happen to make it to Windhelm in your journeys, look for  . She's the most beautiful woman in the  , and the love of my life. Let her know I tried to make it back in time for her birthday. Let her know I was thinking of her the entire time. And tell her that the little house and everything inside it belongs to her now.

 's bones! The trolls are coming! I'll see you in Sovngarde, my love!

—
Online:Last Words of a Devotee

I won't live to write again. The   have broken into the inner sanctum. Our escape has been cut off.

They will burn the flesh from my bones, but I am at peace. My thoughts go to  . They   be recorded in the eternal libraries.

I go to join the   in  .
Online:Last Words of Gordianus Fortunatus

To whomever reads this:

I hope you find yourself in better straits than I. These will be the last words I ever put to paper, unless the   intervene in my fate. I know not what   was lamenting, but I certainly regret coming to this haunted place.

The  s moan in their eagerness to be at me, to shred my flesh from my bones. Truth to tell, I've been moaning a lot myself lately. I see no way down from this place, no hope to survive. 

I have only myself to blame for this. I fled the   to escape  's presence. I heard her voice everywhere, saw her face in every crowd, smelled her perfume on every breeze. Unrequited love has driven more men mad than the  .

Food is long gone. The water ran out yesterday afternoon. I can delay no longer. The walking dead will have their wish.

Farewell!

—
Online:Letter to a Scoundrel

,

You have ruined my life. You gambled away my mother's ring and now I find my dearest father murdered by your butchering friends. I cannot bear this any longer. I know that   will never let me leave, so I am getting out the only way I know how.

May you rot in your grave, and may it be soon.

—
Online:Letter to Imwyn

,

If you're reading this, then I'm probably dead. Dead, or we're laughing about this together around a fire.

The   caught me out in the open. I managed to find this copse. I found a tree to hide beneath. But I don't know if I'll make it out of here.

Listen, you were wrong about  . She should be able to find her own way in  . If she wants to work a job in the city, let her. Let her find her own way.

I tried to bring her the Sigil … but it should be up to her.
Online:Lieutenant Jascien's Last Missive

is not as I remember it.

Where I once marveled at the serene grace of this testament to our beloved ancestors, I now gape in horror at what the place has become.

Marble statues of long dead heroes lie broken before the desecration of  's corruption. Where noble supplicants bowed heads in reverence to their ancestors, shambling corpses lurk behind every headstone to tear at the throats of the living!

Even the lawns, once verdant and bright with flowers of mourning, lie blasted and torn amid the pestilence of the  .

  protect us, I will see an end to this abomination!

—
Online:Lucius' Note

Trapped in the  .  s everywhere. Stashed the supplies at the far top, hope they don't find them. Hungry, can't wait any longer—have to fight my way out.

If anyone finds this, please bring the supplies to   at  .

—
Online:Might as Well Die Fighting

Going to die here. Damned  s. They caught   and   while we were exploring the ruins. Jumped us, didn't even know they were there. Goblins dragged them both to the fires, spitted them and roasted them. Didn't think the buggers ate cooked meat, maybe just torturing their victims. Miari screamed forever.

Ran up the tower stairs while the others fought. Not proud of it. Just ran, never been so scared. Hid up here while the others died. Goblins missed me. One snoops up here every few minutes. I swear it smells me.

Can't stay up here much longer. Hungry, getting weak. Might as well die fighting, while I still can.
Online:Nine Commands of the Eight …

From the personal library of   and  —may the Eight watch over them and their child, and may the   protect us all.

 

The Divines are a lie. There's no one watching over us. Our baby is dead! Would that Uggissar had gone to debtor's prison rather than let us end like this in some god's-forsaken tomb. My poor baby ….

Uggissar isn't back yet, but I'm not sure I can last until he returns. It hurts so much! The creatures tore at me so terribly when I tried to protect the baby. I hate you Uggissar—and I love you so—
Online:No Quarantine for Us

is dead by his own hand. I don't think he recovered from the loss of his wife and youngest child.   has a bad cough. I don't think it's the plague, but the others seem unconvinced. I won't abandon him just because he's got a cold. I swear, this infernal plague will have us at each other's throats before too long.

Word has reached us of an old crypt, to the east. Refugees from   have taken shelter there, and we've been told they'll welcome others to share the space. I don't want to encounter the   creatures sometimes found in such dark places, but if our only alternative is to risk becoming afflicted, I think we'll take our chances in the crypts.
Online:Rest Gently

I'm so sorry. We tried to dig you out, but the shaft started collapsing around us. I pray none of you suffered long.

I will personally tend to this flame, so your souls are never shrouded in darkness.
Online:Shul's Letter

My Dear  ,

  caught me in its ravenous teeth. Death draws near. I won't risk you or our boy. You must leave  .

Please, flee  . Take what you must to survive the journey and don't look back. Zuuk turns to dust, and I fear for you. 

Hold me always in your eyes, as I will ever hold you.

Your Loving Husband,
Online:Skyshard in Sight!

Well,  , if you ever find this, I'm sorry for calling you a liar. The  's right where you said it'd be. Tricky spot. Those ghosts are going to spot me for sure.

I'm going to try it, though. If I survive, I'll grab this note on my way out and apologize to you in person.

— Estien
Online:Slashed and Blood-Stained Note

… show her. "Coward," she names me, when all … ever! I will …   and … return! My triu— … win her love. Or my death will … bitterness.

If I die … please …   … always!

—
Online:The Hoarvor Pit

I don't know how long this creature has been trapped down here, but the stories of the   go back as far as my grandfather's grandfather. It's been down here the entire time, and they've been feeding on it.

What else could   blood do to  s but make them mean? And large. I doubt I'll be able to find a way back out; they nearly killed me on the way in.

At least the hoarvors will have something different to eat for a change.
Online:The Little Alkosh's Log

Entry 1
  honors us with our inclusion in the  's  ! We are to join the  ,  , and the   in the   to embark a contingent of   marines.

Entry 2
Made port in Haven under cover of night. Associates offloaded our cargo before   and his soldiers. We disembarked leaving a hold full of  s and  . The Wood Elves don't seem to mind. I watched one dig into the vermin with relish.

I must pray to   for strong winds. There are only so many rats.

Entry 3
Religious beliefs are one thing, but if any more Bosmer complain about our ship being made of wood, I'll invite them to swim to  .

Entry 4
Met up with this "Gold Fleet." It's a fleet to be sure, but the only gold here was spent constructing it. So many ships! It's a wonder they don't become tangled like ja'Khajiit at play.

Entry 5
The Wood Elves are amicable enough, but the   are less than pleased with our presence. One wonders why they asked us here at all.

The fleet sighted an unknown vessel on the horizon. We offered to pursue, but the High Elves insisted one of theirs should go after it. Nothing found, of course. Our ships may not be polished to a brilliant sheen, but they are fast. Had they listened, we'd have known who shadowed the fleet.

Entry 6
Storm. Thunder. Death. Abandoning ship with all hands.   watch over us.
Online:Treasure Hunter's Journal (Chill Hollow)

Day 1
We found   today. It's a winding depression in the rock filled with ice and snow. It looks like someone got here before us. Poor  . He should have brought along a few friends!

Day 3
After two days of hunting through these tunnels of ice, I think we finally cleared out all the  . With that taken care of, we can start digging for that gold the   supposedly hid within this frozen hole in the ground.

Day 4
Strange sounds from deeper within the cave. Could be echoes of the noise we're making as we struggle to dig through the ice and rock. Or it could be something else. I think we'll post guards tonight.

Day 6
  disappeared last night. The others think he gave up and went home. But I don't think so. He was really looking forward to his share of the treasure.

Day 7
The wolves have returned, and they aren't happy with us. Plus, we've been seeing strange, ghostly shapes floating in the darkest corners of the cave. I'm not sure we made the right decision comin—
Online:Will of Otrovor Knifeborn

At the insistence of the ever-worried  , I am writing a will. She feels we head into grave danger, from which we may never return. I think the rumors of hauntings and   hordes are overblown. We've faced undead before; even   no longer wets himself at the sight of  s. Those we dispatched outside the cave are probably the worst we'll face.

But, to make Keera happy ….

To my brother  , currently living in  , I leave all my possessions, except our father's sword, which he is unworthy to wield. I want that buried with my ashes. There, done.

Signed,
Lore:Drillk's Journal

— 15th of Morning Star,
A week ago   flourished. Today, only I remain.

I watched helplessly as family and friends wither away from this  . Am I immune? Is it only a matter of time before I succumb? I'm giving up this journal.

— Date uncertain. How many years? Dismayed and angry.
  troops moved into the nearby ruins and have disturbed the ashes of  ! I must confront them. I'll demand they respect the dead. Whatever they seek, they won't find it in the remains of Zuuk. May the plague strike them down for their trespass!
Online:Govil Imayn

Govil Imayn is a Dark Elf noble found in the city of Kragenmoor.  He can be found on the eastern part of the upper plaza looking over the rampart with Llandryn Gilvilo. He has no unique dialogue.
Online:Nendryl Vadryon

Nendryl Vadryon is a Dark Elf noble and resident of Kragenmoor who can be encountered on the upper floor of the Hissing Guar inn in the company of Adansa Vadryon and Vurdras Thervayn. They sit on the floor around a hookah, appearing to be very relaxed. Nendryl won't talk to you.
Online:Borynil Dalas

Borynil Dalas is a Dark Elf soldier found at the local Mages Guild in Kragenmoor.
 

Dialogue
He doesn't sound too excited.
:''"Not an ideal post, but I'm sure this is temporary."''
Online:Muriman

Muriman is a Khajiit kept as slave by House Dres found in the pens located in the city of Kragenmoor. He is kneeling beneath a tarp by the Mages Guild bridge. Muriman is accompanied by Munaea and Sarnibi, who sit with him around the burned out campfire. He has no unique dialogue.
Online:Gulmon Droth

Gulmon Droth is a Dark Elf cultist visiting the slave pens found in the city of Kragenmoor near the base of the southern bridge, along with his brother. 
 

Dialogue
Sometimes, he will attempt to stop you if you pass by or loiter in the area:
:Gulmon Droth: "Do you think you have nothing? You always have your soul!"
:Gulmon Droth: "Friend, have you considered the real value of your soul?"
:Gulmon Droth: "You there! Will you let your soul fall into the hands of Daedra?"

If you speak with Gulmon, he will try to convince you to sell your soul to him.
:"Friend, have you considered that your soul has a real value?"
:'''What's all this talk about my soul? 
:"Has life beaten you down, friend? Have you no coin? No home to return to at the end of the day? No family or friends? Fear not. You always have your soul."
:Are you a priest of the Tribunal?
:"Oh no, friend. I'm no priest—wouldn't claim to be. That sort of talk upsets the Ordinators. I'm a businessman. And you, my friend, possess something very, very valuable."
:You want to buy my soul?
:"Just so. Have you ever seen a soul gem? Marvelous objects. They catch the souls of the dying, so their energy can be used to enchant things. I offer cash up front. Five hundred gold now, and in one month, I harvest your soul."
:How do you plan on getting it?/How do you plan to get my soul? 
:"We're merciful. We'll cast a sleep spell on you—you won't feel a thing. There are a few who try to run, but ... this is a binding legal contract. If you don't pay, we'd have to tell the guards."
:That's sick
:"No, friend, no. That's business. Look around. All the people here really want is some skooma and a few hours of ... forgetting. They're happy to trade what they have for a meal, a warm bed, and ... forgetting."
:No, thank you.
:"That's fine, friend. If you still hope that life will work out for you, well, it's good to have dreams. But if you ever find yourself alone—cold, heartbroken, and hungry ... I'll be here."

Notes
Gulmon Droth may be the same person as Irarak, a Vampire in Morrowind'', as they share their given names.
Online:Sendel Droth

Sendel Droth is a Dark Elf cultist visiting the slave pens in the city of Kragenmoor near the base of the southern bridge, with his brother.
 
Dialogue
When spoken to, he'll have one of three starts to his conversation: 
:''"There's a good reason these people are down here. It's a matter of simple mathematics."
:"My brother is wasting his time. The raw materials are plentiful here, and their owners are exceedingly poor. It's a buyer's market. He always wanted to be someone's savior. He should follow his avarice."
:"None of these wasted souls will ever amount to anything. They are what they are. They will never be anything more."''

From there you're able to reply.
:'''You're very critical of the people here.
:"Why shouldn't I be? You have looked around, yes? Slaves and thieves. Skooma peddlers and addicts. Ah, well. I know it's not truly their fault. They were born this way."
:Born what way?
:"With petty souls, of course. Are you familiar with soul gems? They come in different sizes. A small one will do for the soul of an animal. A grand one is required for a lich. Not all souls are created equal. Clearly, these people have lesser souls."
:You think the poor have smaller souls than you do?
:"If they possessed a grand soul, would they be here sucking up skooma and drooling on themselves? As I said, they can't be blamed. They were born with less. We must expect no more of them... no more than we would from a guar, I'd say."
:You're a bigot. 
:"Of course. It's not them. Not you. It's me. That's what all smaller souls insist. Don't worry. I don't blame you for being born inferior. Just try to stay out from underfoot of your betters, hmm?" 
:Can you prove this?
:"I'd have to harvest a large soul for comparison. Someone like me: erudite, strong, and of noble birth. But that would be a tragedy. No, it's better to let the lesser souls be culled. There are so many of them, after all."''
Online:Sadaifa

Sadaifa is a Khajiit slave owned by House Dres found in the pens located in the city of Kragenmoor. She is raking outside the Sugar-Rot Slop House, to the left of the building.
Online:Yahirai

Yahirai is a Khajiit slave who can be found in Kragenmoor. She is raking near Sanabi in the slums near The Sugar-Rot Slop House, and cannot be spoken to.
Online:Zairan

Zairan is a Khajiit slave who can be found in Kragenmoor. She cowers under the bridge that Sendel and Gulmon Droth stand beside. She has no unique dialogue.
Online:Bennie

Bennie is a guar who can be found in Kragenmoor. It belongs to Ral Savani. Its name was changed to "Bidsi" with Update 6.
 

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