From the Memory Stone of Makela Leki Content . From The Memory Stone of Makela Leki This is a faithful reproduction of the thoughts recorded in Makela Leki ' s memory stone , found in the Bankorai pass , in the year of reckoning 1E 973 . Seven years before the fall of Orsinium due to the combined efforts of the armies of Daggerfall , Sentinel , and the Order of Diagna . Almost all of this is in the first person , as Makela was unfamiliar with the protocols and scholarly formalities of recording herself into a memory stone . Nonetheless , her heroism and heroic deeds live on , her memories fresh in the stone for all to feel and hear . " . . . muuu uhh , I wonder if this will really work ? " " The Mages guild took me for 25 , 000 gold crowns if it doesn ' t . Imagine ? This stone will record my thoughts ? What did they say ? Just unwrap it from the silver foil and leather bag and as soon as it touches my flesh it will begin to record . " Ahhhh , the pain , I must block it out , no one would want to hold my stone and hear my thoughts if I let it record my pain . Thank the Ebonarm and the training I received in The Hall of the Virtues of War . I CAN block out this pain . Ummm just , ah , there , it ' s walled off . " Yes I can still see it there just beyond my consciousness lurking like a hungry wolf - a wolf that will soon consume me . I see also my inevitable death from these damned wounds . No potions left , the healing crystal and ring are used up , and me , with not even magic enough to light a candle . Oh but the gods did give me other gifts , the gift of sword singing , the thrill of battle , Frandar Hunding ' s Book of Circles , THE WAY OF THE SWORD . Ah but then that is my story , I get ahead of myself . I am Makela Leki a warrior , a sword - singer , a second level Ansei . In my cradle I could form the Shehai , the spirit sword - The mystical blade , mine formed of pure thought serpents intertwined with vines of roses to form the blade , as beautiful as . . . Ah , but I ' m about to tell you all about that , to tell you my story , a story of valiant battle , of my loves , of my wars , of betrayal and of this last glorious victory . To tell you of how I came to this distant lonely pass me and five companions , to fight these men and monsters to defeat the army that would fall on my people like cowards in the night , but again I get ahead of myself . I am a simple warrior . I grew up as a Maiden of the Spirit Blade . As early as I can remember I wanted to be a Singer , to feel the hunger of the blade in my hands , to feel it come alive and take my enemies . I am told our people were artisans and poets long ago in our desert homes . Here in new home now known as Hammerfell , many of us have returned to those ancient ways , but to me there is but ONE WAY . THE WAY of the SWORD . Ah this is hard to tell . I grew up in my noble family , the only one of three brothers and two sisters that felt the calling , the Song of the Sword . Father understood , for he too had felt the call . He had become a master , and Ansei long before settling down with in our estate to raise a family . At eleven , I entered the Hall of the Virtues of War and joined the Maidens of the Spirit Sword . In my band there were six of us . Daring Julia , solid Patia , big Kati , svelte Cegila , wise Zell , and me - all are gone now , save me , and soon I will join them . . . . Join them in the halls of the unknown gods of war . We drank together , we fought , we wept , we grew in the way of the sword . We joined in our learnings in the Hall with our Brothers of the Blade . Learning from each other , we all sat at the feet of the Hall Master striving to learn the depths of the Shehai - making the spirit blade into a real weapon as Frandar Hunding had . Only a few have the purity of heart and virtue to be able to take the step and learn the mysteries of Ansei . Sword Sainthood . Somehow , of all the Brothers and the Maidens , I only possessed the unique qualities , the faint but strong enough flicker of magicka to call forth the Shehai . Many times I called it , seldom would it become substantial enough to be a weapon . To be an Ansei of the first level you just need to be able to call it , and that I could , so I became the first Ansei from our local hall in two generations . Oh I have so much to tell , so many memories , so many treasures to share with you , my unknown companion . How do I start ? Umhhh , the pain is still out there lurking hungry , slowly consuming what ' s left of me . I guess I had better tell of the final battle , the one that has left me here , and then if I have the will left tell you of my life , of my love Raliph . Oh what a lad he was . What times we shared . . . Ebonarm . . . Forgive me , my mind wanders . . . Let me go to the Final Battle . Umm to start , in the middle humm . Yes . We Maidens grew , learned , mastered the Way , and upon completing the Walk - About . To you who are not Singers , this is a wilderness trek emulating the times of Frandar Hunding - where we each wander the country side righting wrongs , defeating monsters , performing quests in the name of virtue . Some of us in our Hall took years to finish . Always there is danger , we six Maidens each returned in our own good time , but many are they who do not live to return from the Walk About . We returned , each to our own lives , to meet in the hall once a week to tell our stories to the new Maidens and Brothers , and to perform as instructors in the Way of the sword . All was well till the night of the Mid Year Festival . All our people were reveling and . . . excuse . . . enjoying the repast , but for we six Maidens . It happened that the festival day fell on our day of meeting in the hall , our day of prayer and fasting and honor to the Way of the Sword . As we met , late into the night , a knocking rang on our door . When I opened , it there was a guardian the Bankorai Pass in the Wrothgarian Mountains , wounded and near death . . . He told us of betrayal from the north , an invasion sponsored by the Crystal Tower of High Rock , led by King Joile of Daggerfall - - our ally in the war with Orsinium ! Quickly we used up a crystal of healing in restoring him to vitality . We sent him on to the king , while we six grabbed our weapons and armor of power , and as many potions , marks , and crystals and rings as we could carry . We flew to the pass hoping upon hope that we would not be too late . Our journey was not in vain , for we arrived just at the very point where the last three guardians were overwhelmed by the horde . Into the pass we ran forming the old battle line , six abreast . Oh did we FIGHT . The Song of the Sword was a joyous noise slicing through the ranks of evil . We fought for hours . Julia was the first to fall , a cowardly poisoned dagger finding a rent in her armor . Then one by one all fell , save me . . . . oh cruel Ebonarm . . . Then my beloved sword , the sword of my father , the one with the serpent ' s crest , fashioned by the master sword smith Singer Tansal broke in my hands . All was lost , our six lives spent in vain . Now , many many of them would pour through the pass . I would be easy prey for them , like a newborn child . I wept in frustration . Then I remembered the hearth in our home - the book . Frandar Hunding ' s Book of Circles , the Way of Strategy . I reached for the Shehai the spirit sword , that which I could never reliably form when I needed it , and behold . . . it was alive . Alive with fire . It formed in my hand . Ablaze with power - - - Oh I slew mightily , right and left , like a scythe through wheat . All the way to the Lord of the Tower I fought . With one blow I cut his magical armor asunder , one more took his head . But to do that deed cost me dearly , wounds by the dozen , for although I had magical armor , it was not formed of spirit like my blade , it was not as invincible as my blade or my own spirit , and I was sorely wounded . With the felling of King Joile , his army crumbled . They fled before my wrath . All ran back through the pass not even pausing to collect their dead and wounded . All who could stand ran for their lives , and I slew all I could reach , but my breath was coming short , and the pain . . . Finally I rested , on this rock where you find me now . I don ' t know why I chanced to bring this stone along . I bought it on a whim really , with the loot from . . . ah well I guess I need to really stop and tell my story in order . I feel able to go on to tell you more . . . the eternal night is descending more slowly than I thought . Not just yet , am I ready to compose my death poem . A little sip of water and . . . well I think I will go back and tell you of my life , maybe some details about the battle . And Oh yes . About Raliph and our children , humm where will I start . . . . oh . . . rrr . . . I am . . . a simple warrior . . . I grew up as a , a Maiden of the Spirit Blade . . . As early . . . as early as I can . . . remember . . .