Charwich - Koniinge Letters , v3 Series . Charwich - Koniinge Letters , v3 is part of a four - volume series . Content . 13 Last Seed , 3E 411Wayrest , High Rock My Dear Koniinge , Please forgive the quality of the handwriting on this note , but I have not long to live . I can only reply in detail to one part of your letter , and that is that I fear Baliasir , contrary to what you ' ve heard , is very much real . Had he been but a figment of that caretaker ' s imagination , I would not be feeling life ebb from me as I write this . Lady Moorling has sent for healers , but I know they won ' t arrive in time . I just need to explain what happened so that you ' ll understand , and then all my affairs in this world will be ended . The one advantage of my condition is that I must be brief , without my habitually ornamental descriptions of people and places . I know that you will appreciate that at least . It started when I came to Wayrest , and through my friend Lady Moorling and her court connections was introduced to Baliasir himself . I had to proceed carefully , not wanting him to know of our designs on Azura ' s Star which I presumed he possessed , given to him by his servant Hadwaf Neithwyr . His function in Queen Elysana ' s court seemed to be decorative , like so many of her courtiers , and it was not hard to differentiate myself from the others when we began conversing on the school of mysticism . Many of the other hangers - on at the palace can speak eloquently on the subject of the magickal arts , but it seemed that only he and I had deep knowledge of the craft . Many a nobleman or adventurer who aren ' t mages by profession learn a spell or two from the useful schools of restoration or destruction . I told Baliasir quite truthfully that I had never learned any of that ( oh , but I wish I knew some healing spells of the school of restoration now ) , but that I had developed some small skill in mysticism . Not enough to be a Psijic , of course , but in telekinesis , password , and spell reflection I had some amateur ability . He responded with compliments , which allowed me to segue into the topic of another spell of mysticism , the soul trap . I told him I was unlearned but curious about that spell . And very naturally and comfortably , I was able to bring up the subject of Azura ' s Star , the endless well of souls . Imagine how I had to hold back my excitement when he leaned in and whispered to me , “ If that interests you , come to Klythic ' s Cairn west of the city tomorrow night . ” I couldn ' t sleep at all . The only thing I could think of was how I would get the Star when he showed it to me . I still knew so little about Baliasir , his past and his power , but the opportunity was too great to let pass . Still , I must admit that I held hopes that you would arrive , as you threatened you might in your letter , so I might have someone of physical strength to aid me in my adventure . I am growing weaker and weaker as I write this , so I must proceed with the basic facts . I went to the crypt the following night , and Baliasir led me through the maze of it to the repository where he kept the Star . We were talking quite casually , and as you ' ve so often said , it seemed an excellent time for an ambush . I grabbed the Star and unsheathed my blade in what I felt was amazing speed . He turned to me and I suddenly felt that I was moving like a snail . In a flash , Baliasir changed his form and became his true self , not man or mer , but daedra . A colossal daedra lord who swiped back the Star from my grasp and laughed at my sword as it thudded against his impenetrable hide . I knew I had been beaten , and I threw myself towards the corridor . A blue flash of energy coursed through me , flung by Baliasir ' s claws . At once , I began to feel death . He could have smote me with a thousand spells , but he chose the one where I could lie down , and suffer , and hear him laugh . At the very least , I did not give him that pleasure . Already struck , it was too late for me to cast a counterspell of mysticism , one to dispel the magicka , reflect it or absorb it as my own . But I did still know how to teleport myself , what mystics term ' Recall , ' to whatever place I ' d last set a spiritual anchor . I confess that at the time , I didn ' t remember where that would be . Perhaps in Bhoriane when I arrived in the Iliac Bay , or in Kambria , or in Grimtry Garden where I met the caretaker , or my hostess ' s palace in Wayrest . I prayed that I had not set the anchor last when I was with you in Morrowind , for it said that if the distance is too great , one can be caught between dimensions . Still , I was willing to take that chance , rather than being the plaything of Baliasir . I cast the spell and found myself back on the doorstep of Lady Moorling ' s palace . To be out of the crypt and away from the daedra was a relief , but I had so hoped that I had been smart enough to cast an anchor near a Mages Guild or a temple where I could find a healer . Instead , knowing I was too weak to walk far , I beat on the door and was taken here , where I write this letter , lying in my bed . As I wrote those words , dear Elysbetta , Lady Moorling , came in , quite tearfully and frantic , to tell me the healers should be here waiting but a few minute . But I will be dead were they arrve . I know theses are my last wors . There frend , stay away from this cursd place . Your Frend , Charwich