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Online:The Reformatory Register

Rain's Hand Intake Log

First Sundas 
Norymelian —> Recruit

First Morndas 
Vittoria Rullus —> Reeducation

First Tirdas 
Dexion Closcius —> Lashing

First Middas 
Otho Mamanus —> Reeducation 
Sabina Messala —> Hard Labor 
Camilla Volusus —> Reeducation

Second Sundas 
Pibiha —> Recruit (Book for Hard Labor) 
Kristelas —> Recruit 
Bargus —> Recruit 
Delvyn —> Recruit 
Kalrish —> Recruit

Second Morndas 
Glanil —> Reeducation 
Stal —> Reeducation

Second Middas 
Martina Horatius —> Lashing 
Tynan Nathans —> Lashing

Second Turdas 
Waken —> Reeducation

Third Sundas 
Ananmir —> Recruit 
Vistha-Ta —> Recruit 
Nizjhan —> Recruit 
Zoe Reynaud —> Recruit

Third Morndas 
Alfe Falavel —> Termination

Third Turdas 
Skavolf —> Hard Labor 
Phinis Len —> Reeducation 
Keel-Kilaya —> Lashing

Third Fredas 
Olyn Brenur	 —> Reeducation 
Hazzine —> Reeducation

Fourth Sundas 
Kud-Tei —> Recruit 
Abahazi	—> Recruit 
Gallvorch —> Recruit (Accelerated Courses) 
Ukka-Sa —> Recruit 
Helvenne —> Recruit
Online:On Proper Whip Procedures

For the lifeblood of me, I cannot fathom how matters have gotten to this point. Read this note and feel the deep shame and scathing scorn of all senior Instructors bearing down on you. If you have done any of the items on this list, turn yourselves over to Instructor Togarus Vano for reeducation.

- Before beginning the lesson make sure the pupil is kneeling within the designated lines; my patience for slipping over improperly spilled blood has run out. 
- If the whip does not make a cracking sound fit to split a tree trunk in twain, you are handling it incorrectly. 
- If you concede control to these pupils then you are not fit to serve Lord Dagon. 
- If your pupil's bones become visible, you have failed. If pupils cannot work, you deprive them of other Instructor's lessons. 
- Lastly, if you are scheduled to use the whip on a pupil, return it to its proper place at the end of your session. I am tired of wasting my time searching for a strip of leather when I could be guiding another toward Mehrunes Dagon.
Online:Path of the Ironclad

Greetings in the name of  , Prince of Destruction!

A hard road lies ahead for we who serve the  . The task of remaking a broken world must begin with sweeping away the unworthy. But weak and foolish as our enemies may be, they are many and we are few. This world will not be ended without a great battle. The last battle. A battle in which all the creatures of   must choose a side. This is the work that the Father of Cataclysm has called us to. Hail to Mehrunes Dagon!

Now, no battle can be won without soldiers. And while the Prince of Destruction commands legions of  , we mortals have our part to play. The Waking Flame must be at the forefront of the fight for Nirn, leading the way with unflinching valor and unwavering zeal. Only thus can we prove to Mehrunes Dagon that we are his loyal servants, worthy of participating in his great design.

The special honor of leading the charge, of breaking the ranks of the unbeliever armies, naturally belongs to our strongest and most determined warriors. These are our  s, men and women whose physical strength is matched by their devotion to the Lord of Fire and Flood.

Zeal is the armor of the faithful, but Waking Flame ironclads are also protected by Daedric steel as strong and impervious as their faith. The moment an ironclad dons their mighty helm, they set aside the doubts and weaknesses of lesser mortals. They become living engines of destruction, thunderbolts with which the Prince of Destruction smites his foes! Implacable, indefatigable, inevitable—no foe can stand against an ironclad whose faith is strong! And when glorious destruction claims an ironclad at last, it finds Dagon's champion surrounded by the crushed and broken corpses of the unbelievers.

This is the path of the ironclad, initiate. If your faith matches your strength, then it can be your path as well. Hail to the Prince of Destruction! Hail to Mehrunes Dagon!

(Bring this pamphlet to your ranking disastrix when you decide to volunteer.)
Online:Letter of Complaint

Sister Celdina, 

It is not within my nature to raise baseless concerns—especially when there is no actionable outcome to the issue that I am raising—but, I cannot in good conscience allow our great cause to be undermined. The matter I bring to your attention involves the Daedra skulking around the Brandfire Reformatory. They see themselves as the true servants of the Lord of Fire and Pain. They always watch us, standing in the corner as we conduct our affairs. Some have even gone so far as to terminate recruits who were not swift enough to accept the heat of Mehrunes Dagon.

I should not have to explain to you how such actions overstep their capacity. These Daedra are under the impression that they should be in charge of the Reformatory. This will not stand! Yes, I am aware that the place is also used as a place of punishment by Mehrunes Dagon, but the work we do should supersede those ancient interments. Speak to their leader. Mandate the removal of Daedra from the Reformatory, or at least from the portions under our use. Create a mortals-only watch and classify our methods as proprietary. I don't mean to give you advice, but these Daedra are interfering in my efforts. 

I grow weary of my methods, which have proven successful and were approved by you, being constantly placed under scrutiny. 

High Overseer, Brandfire Reformatory
Online:Pibiha's Note

Please, should a kind stranger find this, give it to this one's sister. Her name is Tufeh; you can find her in Fargrave. This one knows that may be impossible, Fargrave is not always accessible in this dung-heap of feckless marauders and charlatans—but if this is to be Pibiha's last mark on the world, she hopes it will find its way into her sister's care.

Tufeh,

You were always the smarter of the two of us. This one should have listened to you from the start when you said that going to the Order of the Waking Flame was just looking for trouble. 

You'd be proud of Pibiha, dear sister, proud that she didn't let them break her no matter how the Instructors tried with their whips, their words, and their axes. Sister—if your imagination wanders—know that this one is sorry, but she is not going to commit the horrors she has survived to paper. There is no way in Dagon's stinking armpit that Pibiha is going to let you know what they do to prisoners here. 

They tried to make us think like they do. Pibiha watched many of the friends she was captured with start acting unlike themselves. They were angrier and longed for the cleansing flames to rake their skin. That sounds like lunacy. This one never has such thoughts. 

It has been so long since this one has seen your face and for that, she has regrets. Time passes oddly in here, where we cannot see the sky. If your sister has one regret, Tufeh, it is that she has not felt a breeze move through her fur since she entered this cyst on an Ogrim's back end. It feels as if it has been a lifetime since she has seen the world, though Pibiha knows in her chest that it has not been that long. 

This one is tired, kitten, and her hand cramps from the cold. Stay true to your convictions. Whatever you do, know that your sister loves you. 

Pibiha
Online:On Mortal Song

As I learned mortal words after the successful hunt of Faulthalgor the Scribe and Sendel Omavel the Teacher, a new concept made itself known to me—mortal song.

A strange phenomenon wherein mortals produce sounds of various pitch according to some internal rhythm only they understand. The sounds are ordered in a sequence that apparently pleases mortals. I knew then that I must learn more.

I conjured my orb of the hunt for Svakhardt, a mortal from the  s of their lands. A renowned producer of song, according to my magics and scouts. Thus I pursued him, catching him unaware while he slept, intoxicated from various poison drinks the mortals regularly imbibe.

The knowledge of song coursed through my mind, as the lava cuts through stone. The flow of sound, various tempos, the calming effects it can have on creatures susceptible to its charms. It seems so frivolous, and yet universal to all on  .

Mortals respect the producers of song, placing them in positions of honor. But they also diminish their place in society by forcing them to grovel for food. Such a conflict exemplifies the illogic of mortal existence.

I shall now summon a   to transcribe for me. I wish to try my hand at song.
Online:Sister Celdina's Orders

Kynmarcher Jynd:

Valkynaz Nokvroz tells me that you are responsible for acquiring potential subjects. If so, you are delinquent in your duties. 

To create Incarnates suitable for Lord Dagon's purposes, I must have more Dremora. I don't care what clan. Remand all prisoners in your custody to the devastator who delivers this letter. And then find more!

Also, some Waking Flame acolytes have gone missing in the Sever, not far from your foundry. Direct your Kyn to make a search of the area. I want them located.

Sister Celdina
Online:Blood Pit Prisoner Roll

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Online:Devastator Ursana's Letter

Devastator Ursana:

We require additional subjects for the Riven Cataclyst project. March a detachment of vigilants to Kynmarcher Jynd's foundry and take custody of all Dremora subjects she currently detains. Then bring them to Annihilarch's Summit for transport to the device. 

I have included a letter for Jynd that explains our requirements. If she balks, remind her that Valkynaz Nokvroz agreed to furnish prisoners for our work.

Do not delay. Some of the unaligned clans have started to look for their missing Kyn. You do not want the Bladebearers to catch you with their clan-brothers in chains.

Sister Celdina
Online:Thadriax's Instructions

Devastator Thadriax,

Return to Deadlight Citadel at once. As I recall, you have not employed one of the portal keys before. To unlock the portal in the Deadlands, line up the symbols on the key as shown in this diagram.

Keep this cipher well hidden. Do not carry a portal key and this cipher at the same time. If you believe you are about to be captured, destroy this scroll. The key is useless without the proper cipher.

Our enemies grow bold. For now, we must retreat and regroup. Let them search for us in vain while we prepare the next wave of our glorious Incarnates.

In Mehrunes Dagon's name, 
Sister Celdina
Online:Secrets of Moricar the Inheritor

For all   accomplished as emperor, his mightiest achievement remains untold: the faithful execution of his father  's longstanding bargain with   and the secret of the  .

Even before his conquest of  , the Black Drake entered into a fifty-year bargain with the Prince of Destruction, making promises that his heirs had to keep. When Durcorach met his end in  , Moricar inherited both the conquests and debts of his father.

Emperor Moricar then made his own bargain with the Prince of Destruction. He offered Mehrunes Dagon a renowned  . Through various methods, Moricar induced this seer to produce visions of how Prince Dagon might spread his cataclysms across   and gain mastery of the mortal world. Thus Mehrunes Dagon's true servants would reap a rich reward, and Moricar's own royal line would gain power above all other mortals.

Emperor Leovic acceded to the throne in  , inheriting the bargains of his sires. But he is not the only Longhouse heir. Moricar understood that his bargain with Mehrunes Dagon made it imperative to ensure the survival of his bloodline, so he took consorts and fathered a number of children. Some he acknowledged, some he did not, and some do not even know whose blood flows through their veins.
Online:Letter to the High Priest

11,  

O Mighty High Priest of the Waking Flame,

I am writing to make you aware of certain truths that I concealed from you before. Be assured that I know my place in the Order. I have acted only in direct accord with Mehrunes Dagon's commands.

When last we met, you questioned me about the father of my child. I told you he was a guard-captain, ordered to lay with me by our emperor. That was a lie. My child's father is Moricar, emperor of Cyrodiil. 

I became Moricar's consort in obedience to Mehrunes Dagon, who appeared to me in a dream and instructed me to bear a child for the emperor. He also commanded that no one was to know the truth of her parentage—not even you.

I reveal this now because the next step in our plan has been shown to me. I am to have a role in my child's upbringing, to help raise and protect her until the day arrives that she fulfills her destiny.

My work in Cyrodiil is done. I am now called to Deadlight to assume responsibility for the novices there, but I will be ready when you send word. I will drop everything to help care for my daughter.

In the name of Lord Dagon and the Longhouse Emperors, 
Disastrix Celdina
Online:Improved Cataclyst Model

While our experiments at   have proven that the Riven Cataclyst works and produces viable  s, the process remains slow and difficult.   has made it clear that creating one Incarnate at a time—and failing outright in all too many attempts—is unacceptable. Lord   desires an army of living disasters, not a mere handful.

I examined the  's designs and identified a number of refinements that should drastically improve our success rate while reducing the incubation period. Under my direction, our mages have collaborated in the construction of a one-quarter scale model of what we call the Improved Cataclyst. The model has performed well in trials so far.

The next step is to build a full-sized version and test it with   subjects. I am confident that the new design will finally enable us to fully implement Sister Celdina's vision, and in the numbers Lord Dagon requires.

Devastator Nomio
Online:Doombringer Celdina's Testament

The   welcomes all who seek to remake their lives. We come to  's service from many lands and different walks of life, and yet in the eyes of the  , all that we once were is of no importance. Brokenness, failure, disappointment, grief—it matters not. What Lord Dagon teaches us is how to use the things we are given.

Allow me to tell you my own story, my novices. This is my testament.

When I was young—and it does seem so very long ago—I was abandoned by unworthy parents. I found shelter at the  . Followers of Magnus, God of the Sun and Great Architect, they cared for me and educated me. 

For a time I was happy there. The acolytes of the priory taught me of Magnus's grand design for the Mundus, and his disappointment at the flaws introduced into his creation. One old monk even showed me forbidden texts that revealed a darker design. Some of the Magna Ge once sought a tool to unmake what had been made wrong, in order that it could be remade in accordance with the Architect's plan.

This confused me. The world was sweet and young in my eyes, and I did not see how it would be any kind of mercy to undo it. Then, in my sixteenth year,   horde of the   came, bringing his war against High Rock.

The   burned my priory. They slaughtered my brothers and ravished my sisters, before slaughtering them too. By mere chance, I survived, only to be dragged away as captive to the Reachfolk. For months they kept me, a helpless drudge in their camp. And I learned the truth of the world's flaw. Suffering is all that awaits us.

When the horde finally broke up, my Reach captors simply discarded me. They destroyed my home, my family. Unmade it. So I ran. But I held onto my anger, my thirst for vengeance, and I recalled the story of the Magna Ge and the tool that could unmake this flawed world: Mehrunes Dagon, Prince of Destruction. I sought out his followers in the Order of the Waking Flame and found truth in their teachings that had been hidden from me. And in that truth, I began to see a way to enact my vengeance on this imperfect world.

And so I worship our lord and master, and work diligently every day to see his will done. For now I know that only through Mehrunes Dagon will the perfected work of the Great Architect and the hope of the Magne Ge be brought into being.
Online:Waking Flame Journal

From the journal of Devastator Khashi.

The ineffable forge.   smelts his war machines here. It is a place that smells of fire, brimstone, and agony. 

This forge is cold, but it still echoes with the memory of the great flames that once burned here. Lord Dagon's power reverberates through these walls. His essence hums beneath the stone. I wish to unlock the secrets of this place. The forgemaster seems long gone, and there is no kind of instruction on how these great tools worked, so I must piece it together myself if I am to learn anything. I will record my findings in this journal. 

There are small objects spread about in disarray. I believe they are lucents, but I do not know their purpose. They are mostly inert, though it seems like they were once writhing with power. Scattered around this place are various discharge labrums with deep impressions in them. I have read a great deal about how these discharge labrums are integral to Daedric wards. It looks like the lucents might fit inside them. Could that be how they are imbued with power? The furnace itself needs energy to run. Quite a good amount of it, too. Could the lucents be the key? I must endeavor to find out.
Online:Mairead's Diary, Entry 3

[In messy, childish handwriting, faded with time]

The   visited again. I don't like her. She's mean! Well, not mean. But she's very stern. I don't think she ever smiles. All she does is talk about my duty and my responsibility. I drew her a picture and I don't think she even liked it. 

I never see any other children. Do all children live in places like this? Do they have mothers who are kind and loving, like I read about in books? Fathers who are brave and strong? The lady who visits seems too cold to have children. I wonder why she comes to see me. I don't think she even likes me. All she does is tell me what to do! 

I tried to hug her, but she pushed me away.
Online:Mairead's Diary, Entry 346

None of this feels familiar. I didn't expect it to, of course. They moved me from the only home I've ever known without even telling me why. Familiarity is a luxury I don't have. But still, I expected to at least feel comfortable  . Mine is the only company I've ever kept. I thought it would be enough. But everything here resists me. The bed is too firm, I keep tripping on the grooves in the floor, and all the walls feel like they're closing in. 

The   doesn't come to visit anymore. I don't know if I miss her, or if I miss the sensation of stability she provided. I don't miss   having to accompany her, of course. I always hated his eyes. Even as a child, they haunted my dreams. 

Now? I almost miss them. As haunting and pervading as his gaze was, at least it was expected. Familiar. 

I hear whispers in this new place. I'm fourteen years old and too mature to think that anything here could really hurt me. Isn't that the entire point of staying here? Locked away in a cage so that nothing gets in and nothing gets out? But even still, sometimes I wake in the night with my heart pounding out of my chest. It's as if I've woken from a nightmare but can't remember what was so terrifying. Maybe it's just this place.

Or maybe it's me.
Online:Mairead's Diary, Entry 712

My hands are still shaking. I can hardly write, but I need to get this down. I need it out of my head. If I don't write it down, how will I know it really happened? How could I convince myself it wasn't just a nightmare?

It all happened so quickly. Horrible,   tried to take me. They wouldn't say why, though a few screamed a name I didn't recognize.  . 

I almost couldn't believe my eyes. They came in such force! This   has never held so many living things at once. It felt as though the walls were trembling with sheer indignation at the noise and the strangeness of it all. Blood rushed in my ears. The twisted forces that invaded my home grabbed at my arms until I bruised. I lashed out, kicked wildly, I screamed, though I knew how futile that was, even then. There would be no one to hear me. How many times have I screamed in this place, knowing the echo was the only answer I'd receive? 

But just when I thought they had me, something inside me broke free. It cracked like a whip inside my chest and tore out of me. I can't remember if I felt pain or felt nothing at all. The sensation overwhelmed me entirely. I wanted to scream but there was no air left in my lungs. For a moment, all I saw was light. The brightness washed out everything, it flooded every corner, chased every shadow. And then, nothing. 

When I woke, bodies littered the floor. The others were gone. Once again, I was alone. I don't know what's happening, but I feel like something is about to change. Forever.
Online:Discarded Diary

Without  , everything feels strange. I know   misses him. I do as well. I thought the three of us could handle anything.  , bonded by blood and power. Then     and everything changed.

All of my research has lead us here. The secrets of the   opened up to me, and I know there is something within this   that will help us understand  . It will help us understand ourselves. The answers I have been searching for are right in front of my eyes, but I cannot see them. 

I managed to grant Calia and I access to this hidden chamber with my own power, but that's the limit of my ability. No matter what I try, the chest will not yield to me. I don't understand what kind of protection could have been placed on it that would resist the power of the Ambitions.

I've scoured the book for answers, but there's only so much I can learn from it on my own. At least for now, this is a safe place to continue my research. I think Calia is restless. She wants to help, but she doesn't quite understand. It's partially my fault. I've kept her out of this in order to protect her. We began this journey to help her learn to control her own power. I never anticipated to learn so much about my own, or about the strength of the Ambitions as a whole. It's almost too much for me to sort out, I can't imagine trying to explain it to her. Not yet, at least. Not until I know it all.

This book, I know it has all the answers I could ever hope for. But reading through it feels like trudging through wet sand. It resists me at every turn. Just when I think I've discovered the truth, it ebbs away and grows murky. 

"Join me or die." Mehrunes Dagon made it clear what will come to pass if we do not find a way to stop him. But to do that, we must understand ourselves. We must master our power. That is the only way to go forward. This grand, unfathomable power that rests inside us has to be the key. It will unlock everything. I just need more time. 

More time.
Online:Eveli's Speech Ideas

SPEECH NOTES!

Potential names to call  :

Ruddy-Arsed Coward 
Many-Armed Meanie 
Daedric Prince of Being Defeated 
Big Cracked Acorn 
Dagon the Defeated 
Cranky Overgrown   
Sir Stomps-a-Lot 
The Daedric Prince of Shouting 
The Kilt Is Not Enough from Down Here 
Huge Ugly  

Talking points: 
- The intense battle! Talk about the explosions, the arrows, the fire. 
- Make sure to mention everyone by name! No, that might take too long. Too many names. 
- We overcame the odds! We kicked Mehrunes Dagon in his ugly face! (That's good, keep that.) 
- Investigator Vale

REMEMBER 
- Don't talk for too long. Nobody likes a long-winded archer. 
- Smile. But not too much. Too much smiling is creepy. 
- Don't insult any  ! 
- Maybe don't bring up  ? Unless she comes. Then maybe don't bring up the powers of the Ambitions.