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Lore:Highcross

Highcross is a village in the   region of  . It lies roughly at the northernmost section of The Jester's Spine.

In  , the occupants were an eccentric bunch. For example, Bruscus Dannus concerned himself with nothing other than cleaning the road that ran through the settlement. Another eccentric resident was Runs-in-Circles, an   whose very name gives enough explanation as to her erratic and often comical behavior. 

The   was tasked by one of the village residents, Mirili Ulven, with luring various creatures back to Highcross so that she could capture and study them.  
 
References
Online:Final Will and Testament of Fovus Rivul

To whoever may find this, in the hopes that you are not one of my captors—

My name is Fovus Rivul. Please remember that. I lived in the small village not far from where I imagine you found this, my final will and testament. For years, my job was simple—mend the clothes of my friends and neighbors. Maybe even fashion a new design or two, as a lark. But the routine was nice. Perfect for someone like me, someone who just wants a nice, quiet life. I had no family, which was fine. Our village is … was tight knit. Though, I have no idea how many still remain there.

We should have been vigilant, perhaps. For so long we were left alone by the chaotic forces of the world. I won't say our lives were completely peaceful, but I never felt unsafe. Until the  . At first, we saw their torches. A long procession of them walking into the mouth of this abandoned mine I find myself locked in now. As my neighbors and I gathered to watch the slow march of the flames, we could hear a low chanting. I swear I felt a small tremor in the ground, but I assumed it was nerves. I should have paid attention. 

Soon people disappeared. From their beds, from the fields, or from the road. We would just never see them return. Naturally, we suspected the residents of the mine, but no one felt strong enough to take up arms. 

Then my time came. I needed to travel to   to acquire supplies as my shipment had never arrived. Which, at the time, was strange since my man was always prompt. Barely any time had passed before I was set upon by shadowy figures in cloaks. They killed my   and knocked me unconscious. When I awoke, I was locked in a cage, cold and wet. And here I will likely die.

I hear chanting in the distance. And a high chittering sound from some unnatural beast. So, I must hurry. I leave my tailor shop to young Rilasi if she still lives. And young Meden if Rilasi has died. My home and all its contents should be distributed to any of the village in need. I know this is not our custom, but those who are left may need shelter. And my bar tab, I leave to barkeep Drinar, that hilarious old fool. 

Please forgive and misspellings or smeared letters. Writing with a bloody finger has proven challenging.

Signed and Authorized 
Fovus Rivul.
Online:Hidden Diary

Property of Nestrana Furotis

I was warned about keeping this diary. When the Elder found me writing down my thoughts for the day, she snatched the page from my hands and instantly set it alight. "Don't you understand the meaning of ' '," she asked. 

But I've kept a diary since I was a young girl! It kept me sane during the lonely times. And, honestly, I haven't felt as lonely as I do now in a long time. So, I'll keep writing, but it'll stay a secret. Just between you and I, right diary?

— —

We're leaving the boarding house for a new   in  . Apparently, it contains a shrine that our leadership has sought for years. Rumor has it that we'll be living in a cave now. A cave! With bats and worms and such. 

When I joined up last season, I thought it would be fun chanting and burning stuff. But now I'm surrounded by some truly obsessed people and will be sleeping in the dirt. I think I have made a grave mistake.

— —

I need to leave. What have I done? We have slaves working for us! Some work until they die from exertion. And there is a monster … I don't know what he is, he runs the operation here. I've read all about the   that we deal with. I've even helped summon a few of my own. But this  , I've seen nothing like him. He's massive and looks like he could tear off my arms with a finger.

We're supposed to perform the ritual soon. They're killing them. All of them. I can't do this. I need to leave.
Online:Operations Report: West Narsis Mining Concern

Reported by Alven Nadus, Overseer

Progress proceeds at an encouraging rate. Ore extraction continues to stay around fifty-three percent efficiency, which is better than our initial predictions. Using the newest and most sensitive techniques, our geomagi claim to sense substantial veins running deep through the site. If proven accurate, we can expect this mine to maintain high production levels in the long term.

We have encountered one small and unexpected complication that we may need to address in the near future. The local labor force has started to report hearing what they describe as "murmuring." They claim that it comes from somewhere within the mine. At first, we thought perhaps someone had become lost and stuck deeper in the mine. But after a thorough search we determined there was no way someone could have descended beyond our work camps. 

I personally have not heard this supposed murmuring. When I asked one miner whom I generally trust, he described it thusly:

"All around us while we work are the clangs and pounding of the mine, right? Most times that's all you can hear. But soon, some of us started hearing a slight whisper just on the edge of it all. At first, I thought Endannor was playing games. You know how he's that type, right? But he swore to me that he heard it, too. 

"As we dug deeper, it only grew louder. I could hear many voices muttering within the rocks but could never make out the words. But I could tell they were angry. Sometimes they made me angry as well."

I regret to inform you that several of our labors were removed from the site due to losing control of their senses. One began shrieking unceasingly until sedated by a powder of ground herbs. Another banged her head against the stone wall until knocked unconscious. Each was removed from the work camps so they didn't disturb our efforts here.

As you can tell, I feel at something of an impasse. Production remains quite high, but the risks appear to grow as we continue. For now, work will continue unabated until I receive guidance from you.
Online:A Deal is Struck

What a glorious day! As my Prince commanded, I allied myself with the    , also known as the Black Drake, and brokered a deal that will see the powerful barbarian crowned emperor and placed upon the Ruby Throne.

Now begins the true work. The endless preparations. The rituals. Everything that must be done to make ready for the   of Mehrunes Dagon. We will perform our tasks and wait for the day when the final part of the arrangement will be carried out and   will claim his due.

All praise the Prince of Destruction! All praise the Prince of Change!
Online:Dread Lady's Letter (Mysteries and Clues)

Little mortal,

I am  , a   outcast who sometimes takes an interest in insignificant things. Perhaps we have met. Perhaps not. I find it hard to tell the difference between individuals where you mortals are concerned.

Regardless, there exists a   dedicated to advancing the agenda of the Prince of Destruction and Ambition,  . I have decided to look into their activities, but certain obstacles have been thrown in my path that require a mortal's touch.

The magic I have infused within these words will, as you reach the end of this message, mark a location upon your map. Meet me there now, little mortal. Lyranth commands it. My   has secured a cart to take you to the destination. Not that I care, but the fate of your world may depend on what we do next.

L
Online:Order of the Waking Flame Ritual

[This document describes a ritual that must be performed at a dedicated shrine deeper inside this annex. If successful, the ritual will allow the performer of the ritual to communicate directly with  . At least, that seems to be the general idea. Notes in the margin indicate that the ritual was inscribed by  , Doombringer of the  .]
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Axes

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

AXES 
Whether you claim the crests of the deepfolk's great guardians by cleverness or combat, they are well-suited for an axe befitting the Headsman. Though you will spend many days honing the sturdy metal to an edge.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Belts

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

BELTS 
You would do well to secure your waist with the locks from Dwarven doors and chests, for they are clasps that will not come undone in the heat of battle.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Boots

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

BOOTS 
The Dwarf metal we come by is heavy and often thick. Such things don't slow their lumbering machines on even stone, but they are ill-suited for fleet footedness upon wild ground. Use it sparingly.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Bows

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

BOWS 
There's nary a fletcher or bowyer among us who can work the Dwarf scrap into a suitable bow. Trust only the branches of Reach trees to commune with the wind, though yellow teeth will still bite deep.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Chests

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

CHESTS 
Clad your hearts in the guardian metal, but remember to fashion it to honor the Hunter, lest it fail to protect you as it did the Dwarves. We are his hawks and hounds in the Reach, show him as much.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Daggers

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

DAGGERS 
Surely your mothers taught each of you well enough to fashion your own knives, be it from stone, bone, or metal. A good sharp piece of scrap and a sturdy grip is all you need.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Gloves

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

GLOVES 
I've not yet met the set of bits and baubles that's fit for more than a cumbersome ring, let alone a gauntlet, but there are plates a plenty to strap upon your forearms.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Helmets

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

HELMETS 
If you wish to keep your head, keep your wits about you. Barring that, the helms of the long dead Dwarves or their metal servants will serve you well, if you can see out of them. Do not neglect to cover your throat among vampires and werewolves.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Legs

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

LEG GREAVES 
Remember we are hunters, not mud crabs. Keep your breeches fastened with only so much armor as you can keep swift in, and leave the clattering and clamoring of your loins for your marriage pacts.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Maces

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

MACES 
There are plenty of hunks of scrap about that would make a fitting cudgel if you were a giant and a half. Even Red Eagle would struggle to swing a solid Dwarven bar. Fix small flanges to a hefty club and it'll do just fine.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Shields

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

SHIELDS 
Tempted as you might be to strap a deepfolk door to your arm and call it a bulwark, it's liable to outlast your arm. Their metals clamor when struck hard. They'll shake and hum down into your bones and crack them. Lash what you can bear to a wooden shield and cushion the layers with fur and feathers.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Shoulders

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

SHOULDERS 
Aye, I've heard how you envy the great frames of the metal monsters. There's sure to be a pair befitting any of you waiting to adorn your worthy shoulders if you're brave enough to take them. Just try not to outdo yourselves until you're crushed under the weight like a bunch of fool-headed Nords.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Staves

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

STAVES 
Witch work and the Dwarf mischief mix like oil and water. Even Mora may not know how it is the deepfolk worked their will, but while that remains a mystery, I know all too well how a hunk of their metal will split a skull.
Online:Crafting Motif 97: Wayward Guardian Swords

As the Gray Host stalks our lands and preys upon our clans, the Despot of Markarth demands we freehands of the Reach come to heel and kiss his feet for the privilege of cowering in his cave of Dwarven stone. Fie on that, I say! But there's one thought the ard has betwixt his ears that's worth heeding: the deepfolk's bones are strong and they litter our lands. We must make use of them.

Though I know not what Dwarves saw in the stars, I've seen how they marked the stone with the signs of our guardians in the sky. If the deepfolk sought the protection of the Witch, Hunter, and Headsman to create their otherworldly works, let us turn that strength against our equally unnatural foes.

SWORDS 
We've few smiths among us, let alone any who could work a deepfolk forge. To come by a good balanced blade is as likely to be a matter of luck and a good scrounger's eye as anything. Keep sharp on the hunt and you may find something keen as yourself.
Online:Wayward Guardian Style (collection)

Wayward Guardian Style is a collection of 14 books that make up part of the Crafting Motifs library. Reading these chapters allows access to the Wayward Guardian Style for crafting. These chapters can be found in  , which you can receive by completing daily quests from Ardanir.
Online:Crafting Motif 95: Nighthollow Axes

Dark, deadly, and elegant—these are the terms in which those few mortals who come to know our kind describe our arms and our bearing alike. One might be forgiven for presuming that the superb workmanship and exquisite proportions of the equipment we choose to employ in battle are the products of mere vanity, but I have found that these qualities are more than a matter of taste. The armor in which we dress for battle and the weapons we employ proclaim our identity and strike fear into the hearts of those foolish enough to stand against us. Yes, it suits the Nighthollow clan to remain in the shadows … most of the time. But when we step into the open, let our foes and thralls alike look upon us and know dread.

AXES 
While an axe is not often regarded as a vampire's weapon, the Nighthollow sometimes find themselves in need of weapons that can split the carapace of a chaurus or smash a Dwarven construct. A Nighthollow axe is a keen blade of dark iron, double-bitted for balance and mounted on a slender but strong metal haft.
Online:Crafting Motif 95: Nighthollow Belts

Dark, deadly, and elegant—these are the terms in which those few mortals who come to know our kind describe our arms and our bearing alike. One might be forgiven for presuming that the superb workmanship and exquisite proportions of the equipment we choose to employ in battle are the products of mere vanity, but I have found that these qualities are more than a matter of taste. The armor in which we dress for battle and the weapons we employ proclaim our identity and strike fear into the hearts of those foolish enough to stand against us. Yes, it suits the Nighthollow clan to remain in the shadows … most of the time. But when we step into the open, let our foes and thralls alike look upon us and know dread.

BELTS 
A Nighthollow belt features a distinctively swept buckle plate, reminiscent of a vampire bat's outstretched wings. Graceful proportions and flexibility are more important than thick protection.