General:Tahm Casca's Posts

"The Gold Coast is a dangerous place. Only Casca's Casks keep coin concealed." Count Carolus will appreciate my wit!

Another sale lost to my accursed rival! He even had the gall to smile at me. May Vendal Gurges choke on his own blood!

 

To Albus Casca: You're rarely silent, big brother. And it went quite well. Quite well! Our fortunes are ever on the rise.

 

To Albus Casca: Not at all! So many fine points to work out with Count Carolus. The Wolf of Kvatch hungers for details!

 

To Albus Casca: Yes, wonderful! It will be good to spend time with you and Mariana. I do so enjoy the view from the lighthouse.

Praise Akatosh! Mariana's care for my brother buys me time. I'm sunk if Albus learns the state of his investment.

What sort of fool saddles a highland wolf and parades it through Kvatch like he's the Count himself? That fool Vendal Gurges!

When I mentioned Gurges's highland wolf to Count Carolus, he complimented its fine breeding! How am I to compete with that?

I dipped into Albus's share to purchase the finest highland wolf in the Gold Coast. Vendal Gurges shall inflate with envy!

That went about as well as I expected. At least the food was delicious. Red mushroom soup, according to Mariana.

 

To Mariana Casca: Contracts take time! I'm in extended negotiations with Count Carolus. Casca's Casks will supply all of Kvatch!

 

To Mariana Casca: Prudent, prudent. Perhaps I can approach the Cathedral of Akatosh. Do you think they'll have need for lockboxes?

 

To Mariana Casca: Yes, I take your point. I will, of course, pay for the damages. Didn't realize its claws could mark stone.

I noticed "Vendal Gurges" on a slip of paper at market. I took it from the butcher's stall. My passions got the best of me!

What does BLOOD WILL FLOW mean? Something to do with butchers?

Vendal Gurges can rot in a gutter. Are the other names his business partners? Soon my own, if I turn this to my advantage!

Rotten luck! Indvarr, the first name on the butcher's list, was ripped apart by dire wolves just outside of Kvatch.

I was wrong. Indvarr was ripped apart by a single enormous wolf. Vendal Gurges has a huge riding wolf. Coincidence?

 

To Mariana Casca: It's much better than the soup, isn't it? What did Albus think of it?

 

To Mariana Casca: And? What did he think?

 

Heard a sermonizer of Akatosh going on about the Dark Brotherhood. Here, in Kvatch? Preposterous!

By the Eight! Claudine Zurric, the second name on the list, is also dead. Worse, she was dying as I walked into her office!

Claudine Zurric's lips turned blue. She died breathless and in pain. I summoned the Guard at once. "Poison," they said.

Perhaps the Dark Brotherhood do infest Kvatch. Were Indvarr and Claudine Zurric targets? What does that make my rival?

Vendal Gurges is the third name on the list. Did he kill the others? Does he serve the Night Mother? Should I confront him?

Vendal Gurges is dead! Not a perpetrator, but a target. I saw his killer!

I've wished Vendal Gurges ill so often, but Divines know I didn't truly mean it. Oblivion take his murderer!

Confound it, I have the finest highland wolf in the region. I'll track his killer and avenge him, as any gentleman should!

I tracked the assassin to a location northwest of Kvatch. I found a strange set of doors.

When I tried to open the doors, they spoke to me! This place is connected to the Dark Brotherhood, I'm sure of it.

I should alert the Cathedral of Akatosh. Isn't the Order of the Hour better equipped to handle this than I?

Another body, fastened to the Cathedral of Akatosh's doors. It's the Dark Brotherhood, hounding me. They know!

The Divines can't protect me from the Dark Brotherhood. Can Albus?

To Albus Casca: Albus? I've run into some trouble. Serious trouble. I have nowhere else to turn.

 

To Albus Casca: I don't think I can. I am completely out of my element. Albus, if only you knew what I have seen.

 

To Albus Casca: Albus, please. I need help.

 

Albus is right. I need to take responsibility. I'll assemble all I know. Tomorrow, I deliver it to the Order of the Hour.

My stomach is in knots. A warm bowl of red mushroom stew is in order. I shouldn't write on an empty stomach!