Memory Stone of Makela Leki , Pt . 1 Content . This is a faithful reproduction of the thoughts recorded in Makela Leki ' s memory stone , found in the Bangkorai 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 . None the less , 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 ? " That mage 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 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 the 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 at 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 hungrily , 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 … forgive me , my mind wanders … let me go to the Final Battle . " Umm to start , in the middle humm . Yes . We Maidens grew , learned , and mastered the Way upon completing the Walkabout . To you who are not Singers , this is a wilderness trek emulating the times of Frandar Hunding — where we each wander the countryside 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 Walkabout . " 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 Midyear Festival . "