Proctor Luciana ' s Journal , Vol 1 Content . Date : ( Month and day unknown ) 1E 2712 ( ? ) I write this with an unsteady hand . The factotums tell me that I ' ll regain full control of my new fingers soon enough . I have my doubts . I ' ve never kept a journal . It always seemed like an act of vanity - putting all your life ' s pursuits to paper . As if anyone would want to read them . But given the circumstances , I think it ' s worth the effort . I find myself in a very strange place - the Clockwork City . It was not an easy trip . I don ' t remember much . There were trees . Valenwood , I think . I remember striking something with a summoned blade , then a flash of light . The rest ? Nothing but whispers and pain . When I came to , I found myself suspended in a glass sphere - submerged in some kind of viscous fluid . Polished metal clamps kept my shattered limbs in place , while tiny mechanical creatures stitched the flesh to new brass appendages . To my great surprise , I felt no need to breathe - just a deep thirst , and a dreamy state of mind . I saw a tall Elf gazing at me from the other side of the glass , his face warped by the curve of the sphere . He identified himself as Sotha Sil , and told me that I would live . He also told me that I had a son . This came a surprise . I had no idea I was even pregnant . Apparently the factotums discovered the tiny , barely viable child while they rushed to stabilize my ruined body . In Tamriel his severe prematurity would have been a death sentence , but here the impossible seems effortless . I never had any intention of having a baby . Toting a child around while making war on the Akavir i hardly seemed practical . But time and circumstance make fools of us all . I named him Marius — after my paternal grandfather . I hope this journal will serve him well if I succumb to these injuries . He should know something of his heritage at the very least . Date : 15 Sun ' s Dusk , 1E 2712 ( ? ) The more I learn about the Clockwork City , the more it appeals to me . The Brass Fortress provides few comforts . It ' s a dry and hard place — full of strange machines and stranger people . Dark Elves mostly . I ' ve met Dunmer before , of course , but these Clockwork Apostles seem like a breed apart . They revere logic and innovation above almost anything else . Can you imagine ? My fellow battlemage s always mocked me for my dedication to cold reason . " " Where ' s your fire , Luciana ? " " As if there ' s no fire in rigorous thought . Sotha Sil still checks in on me from time to time . I ' ve never met another person like him . The apostles worship him as a god , but I get the sense that it makes him uncomfortable . He only occasionally makes eye contact — not out of timidity , though . He ' s just always focused on something else . A device , or a book , or some other clockwork oddity . I ask him questions whenever the opportunity presents itself — questions about the nature of this place , his motives , his history . I never get straight answers . Nonetheless , he seems to enjoy the back and forth . I get the sense that even here , surrounded by worshipers and loyal machines , he remains profoundly alone . The apostles keep telling me that blasphemy is acceptable here — even encouraged . But it seems like a belief without a backbone . My caretaker , Lector Marilia , was aghast when I told her about my conversations with the " Clockwork God . " For example , I asked Sotha Sil about those persistent rumors — the ones about how he and the other Tribunes murdered Indoril Nerevar , the Dark Elf king . According to Marilia , the topic is strictly taboo . Even so , Sotha Sil answered my questions with a quiet grace that surprised even me . " Why do you think things happen ? " he asked . I told him I didn ' t understand the question . " Why are we sitting here talking ? Why does young Marius exist ? Why do I reign over this place , while you convalesce within it ? " I sat quiet for a moment , then replied : " Because that ' s just the way it is . " His cold face melted into one of his solemn half - smiles . " Exactly . " I can ' t be sure , but it seemed like relief in his voice . His shoulders relaxed , his tone shifted — he had the look of a man at peace with his sins . Soon afterward , he thanked me for the conversation and left the room in silence . I looked down at Marius , sleeping soundly in his brass crib . In that moment , things seemed to make sense . The Clockwork City finally started to feel like home .