Saint Jiub ' s Opus Summary . This book is the completed first volume of Saint Jiub ' s 26 volume biography . It consists of the following pages found throughout the Soul Cairn : Content . I am a hunter . I am a redeemer . I am Jiub . The tale of my rise to glory begins in the ash wastes of Morrowind . I rode alone , weapon at my side and the burning wind stinging my face . My quest was arduous , but necessary to ensure the survival of the Dunmer people . A pestilence was creeping across the ashlands , a menace with an insatiable hunger that plagued innocent travelers simply trying to get home . It was my self - sworn task to hunt them down one - by - one and drive them from the skies . Their fury knew no bounds and their war cry resonated across the land . They were the notorious cliff racers , and they had to be destroyed . On a particularly hot day during Sun ' s Height , I was tracking what I called a Lingerer . . . a cliff racer without a nest . He was a particularly feisty one too , leading me on a merry chase across almost three miles of ash dunes . I had managed to take a piece out of one of his wings in an earlier scuffle so he couldn ' t maintain much of a climb , but he still had quite a bit of stamina left and he was trying to make me tire of the chase . Almost two solid hours passed and my silt strider was tiring , but I couldn ' t give up . . . I had sworn to eliminate the foul beasts to the last and I wasn ' t about to let it go . If I was going to stop the thing , I ' d have to do it fast . I pulled my longbow from my back and nocked my last arrow . I took a deep breath and pulled , trying to keep the cliff racer in my sights . It was literally a longshot with the beast gaining distance and the silt strider bouncing me around at full gallop . Finally , with a silent prayer , I released the string . The arrow sang through the air like a howling demon as it sliced its way towards its target . Finally , just as it crested the lip of a foyada , the arrow struck it in the midsection . It let out a horrible cry and fell out of sight . My cries of triumph were quickly stifled by the sound of over a hundred wings . Rising from the foyada was an entire colony of cliff racers and they were out for blood . The blasted thing had led me right to their nest and sacrificed itself with the intent of feeding me to its brood . It was a trap . The damned things had become much too clever . Knowing this was likely the end , I jumped down from the silt strider and hit the back of its leg with the flat of my glass blade . There was no need for the innocent thing to die here today because of my stupidity . As the ash cloud cleared from being stirred up by its massive legs , the cliff racer brood approached . I held my sword high and prepared for the worst . The battle lasted two full days . I was beaten , clawed , bitten and knocked down more times than I care to remember . In the end , seventy - six cliff racers were slaughtered . I was knee - deep in their corpses and my body on the verge of collapse . But I had survived . I smiled to the heavens and all went black . When I awoke , all I felt was my back on a cold stone floor . Every muscle in my body was on fire , and my vision was blurred . Slowly , I tried to climb to my feet . It took several agonizing minutes , but I finally managed to do it . As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of my new surroundings , I realized that I was standing before Lord Vivec himself . He was simply staring at me . . . floating above his throne and staring at me with his piercing eyes . When I began to prostrate myself as a sign of respect , he held up one of his hands as if to say it wasn ' t necessary . Was I dead ? Was Lord Vivec pleased with me ? Was he about to strike me down in anger for my somewhat sordid past ? Suddenly I understood everything . Suddenly I realized that I was brought here for a reason . I should have died in those ash wastes , but Lord Vivec must have seen something inside me that he hadn ' t seen in millennia and decided to spare me from my fate . Thus began my ascent to Sainthood . Thus began the rise of Jiub !