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Riala's Journal #32
The Journal of Riala Rindalore
Dawn and Dusk: The 9th of Frostfall, 4E 206

Spoken eloquently by Talan in his reading at the celebration in Sentinel, these words continue to inspire and center me in the greater cause of our actions as we emerge from the first real battle of this war:

“Be as dawn to your ally and dusk to your foe.”

Truly, we are both. The gathering of allies, artifacts, and knowledge have finally led us to this place, once thought of as a goal, but now understood as merely the beginning of a much larger task, that of all out war. We enter this new phase of our mission with recently gathered allies here, finally, in the place known as Battle Spire.

Upon our entry into this realm we were met by an army of men and women in dark robes with blue crescent symbols, the Shadow Legion, the legend becoming real before our eyes. Identifying ourselves as friend, we were recognized as such by Velsa Andrano the High Battle Mage. Once hearing the declaration that “The Shadow Legion stands ready to defend the White Gold Tower and all it surveys,” I stood forth to declare our mission and need of their assistance.

Nine hundred years had passed for those that were trapped in this realm during the Oblivion Crisis, two hundred by the measure of time in Skyrim, and some time was needed to meet and exchange information and learn from each other the events that had transpired during the separation of peoples. We were quickly tasked with a rescue mission that could save some of their folk being held hostage in an area of their realm known as the Greenlands, held by an Altmir called Muredok who ruled over them. Should we succeed, this mission would help the families to be reunited and would serve to gain their trust as allies in the war against the Dominion. Our acceptance of this mission gained us a fortuitous but complicated revelation as well.

Our guide to the Greenlands was to be a man by the name of Adamis Septim! Known for some time in Tamriel to be broken, the line of Septims stood before us alive and well, having been trapped here unknown to anyone on the outside…and raising questions in our minds about who the legitimate emperor really is! We quickly decided that our task was not to answer that question here and now, but to continue with our predetermined aims and leave that to sort itself out at a later date. Adamis Septim was an invaluable ally to be sure, and key to a successful rescue.

In the end we traveled through the Greenlands to do battle once more, at a fortress upon a cliff, against Thalmor and “winged twilight” guards. The success of our rescue gained us 200 blue crystals, soul shards of those born in the Greenlands as well as relatives of some of the folk back at Battle Spire. Carefully storing the precious shards we now make our way back to the Shadow Legion with blessed news.Divines be praised!
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Somewhere in Cyrodiil
The small wings had hummed a tune, one tune for nearly forty years yet tonight they were agitated, the tune strained and unraveling. Prophet Nermus had moved from the Temple of the Moth Halls to the Shrine of the Moth to hear them more clearly. The journey was all within the Temple of the Ancestor Moths but it was made long because of his age and blindness. At the shrine of the Moth the moth’s tune became discordant and then ceased all together. He listened to the silence for some time. Gradually the only sound he heard was his own heartbeat, getting louder and louder in his ears.

“Prophet Nermus?” he heard a voice say.

His throat caught for a moment so absorbed in the sound of the heartbeat was he. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“What is it Brother Maro?” Prophet Nermus replied.

The scroll, the one that Reader Salvianus was studying. It changed! It changed as he was studying it! Exclaimed Brother Maro.

“And what words does the Elder Scroll show now?” asked Prophet Nermus unsurprised.

“It is the passage, the one about the red diamond, the amulet of kings,” said Brother Maro. Then he recited the new passage.

“A red stone like hardened fire
Held close by the bastard sired
A crown falls in the white eagle's wake
The heart of Akatosh one will take
To renew the line & save us all
The Chim-el Adabal.”

There was complete silence in the Shrine of the Moth. Brother Maro stood waiting expectantly but saying nothing.

Finally, Prophet Nurmus responded, “Have a message sent by dreamsleave to Chancellor Ocato immediately. Something has happened. May the nine preserve us all! Here, take my hand. I’ll walk with you and recite the message to be sent.”
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Riala's Journal #31
The Journal of Riala Rindalore
Dragon Force: Turdas the 5th of Frostfall, 4E 206

Arriving in Sentinel on a day of celebration, we have much to celebrate indeed. Much has been learned and many victories have been realized since my last entry. Thank the divines! We have a chance now at overcoming the Thalmor and seeing freedom and peace reign in the Empire.

As good fortune would have it the snow elves and Thalmor we encountered turned on each other. Nothing much was left of them when we arrived in their camp. Battle avoided is always, in my mind, a gift, and one that I am most grateful for. The artifact Jo’Rak procured came to be understood as a key to a shadow gate, one that the Thalmor had stolen from the Dragonstar shadow mages before we encountered them. We, in turn, caused its liberation and the return of the key to the mage’s tower in Dragonstar - in our possession.

Once there we entered the tower to do battle with the remaining shadow mages. Trevel, the former teacher of our friend Kalarus had entered there before us with a powerful artifact and two prisoners of renown from Hammerfell. Upon freeing the tower, an encounter that almost lost us Kalarus once more, we learned the prisoners were Talan’s dear father and the High King of Hammerfell, Talan’s uncle! We healed their wounds immediately and made their acquaintance while Talan entered a doorway that led to the Hall of the Virtues of War, the familiar bastion of his training days. He emerged some time later in possession of a powerful orb, the Opal of Nogru, the last piece we needed in our quest to launch a successful campaign against the Thalmor by opening the way to Battlespire. Yet this wasn't the only avenue of strategy open to us.All friendly parties then met back at the Dancing Hound to launch a plan.

Unleashing dragons never entered my thoughts or my dreams before that day, yet that was exactly what we planned to do. We learned of the Thalmor fleets, hundreds strong, threatening off the coasts of Hammerfell and High Rock. My home of Wayrest itself was under siege. My long lost teacher and friend, Master Shelani was leading the resistance, but the threat was growing stronger every second. Hope would depend, at least in part, on my willingness to call in a favor, to travel to the Throat of the world and learn from Parthenex the way to call on the aid of dragons. The dragons certainly could demolish the fleet. But would they help us, or unleash their fury in our direction instead? Jo’Rak and Yngvar accompanied me on this mission. We journeyed to the Throat of the World.

Parthenex instructed my actions, leading me into a reverie of sorts, where I blew the horn that called forth the dragons. Shouting the words he gave me upon their arrival, I felt the entire mountain shake as the dragons came forth. Arriving from every direction they flew to the Throat of the World. I wondered what the townspeople in Whiterun and Iverstead below were thinking as they witnessed the sight! Parthenex showed the dragons a vision of the past to encourage their cooperation – of Thalmor calling forth Alduin, the mightiest of dragons, to do their bidding and wage destruction on the world. This angered them as they had no knowledge of this treachery. They were more than willing to join forces and help us destroy the Thalmor fleet.

Riding Parthenex to the sight of the battle, while Jo’Rak and Yngvar rode the back of Na Falar, I marveled at the sights below us. Over vast lands, sand dunes, and the sea we flew with our army of dragons, finally soaring and swooping to attack. Fire and frost were our weapons and the fleet suffered unimaginable losses. Ships disappeared into the sea as shouts from below signaled dismay and death. We were victorious and circled the site amid dragon roars as the battle came to a close. The dragons flew off when there were no more Thalmor to devour. Parthenex and Na Falar delivered us safely to rejoin our party. It was a time I will not soon forget.

Much is owed to the assistance of our wild and powerful allies. We remember the loss of a dozen of them with gratitude in our hearts. We'll not be able to call on them again, but we hold onto hope as we arrive this day in Sentinel with tales to tell, and meet our friends for the celebration of Dirij Tereur.


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Riala's Journal #30
The Journal of Riala Rindalore
War and Hope: Loredas, the 30th of Hearthfire, 4E 206

War continues to unravel around us all, and as it does we find ourselves greeted with discoveries and revelations unimagined. Danger and death both lie in our path and seem to threaten our every move. But as we pursue hope for the empire the divines seem to be with us, leading us to uncover the movements and plots of our enemies and discover new ways to strengthen our stand against them. Ever since the discovery of treachery by the Thalmor toward the Emperor so blatantly displayed and, thankfully, thwarted at the wedding in Solitude, we have known that full war was upon us, and it seems we are on a desperate race to fortify and strengthen our ability to prevail. So our party continues to travel and fulfill our duties, large and small, facing whatever unexpected challenges come our way. Our tasks send us off from each other from time to time, but always we return to share information and join together in our efforts.

I left my party recently while on their way to travel from Markarth to Dragonstar. There is much information to gather and share with the mages of the empire, so frequent visits to the College of Winterhold and the Mages Guild seem to be in order. No doubt they will have a significant role to play in the war. We have secured two of the three Greater Welkynd Stones needed to gain access to Battle Spire. These are kept by the mages in a secure location. In addition, I also relocated Kalarus’ sigil stone to the care of Tolfdir for safe keeping.

Upon my return to the company after my most recent excursion I found myself joining the party near a cave entrance. The area was strewn with bodies shot with unusual arrows…topped by blue glass arrowheads. We’d not seen anything like it before and wondered who the assailants could be and whether we would encounter them. Our guide, Julag, then led us onward… a hazardous journey fraught with ice wraiths and dangerous crevasses, but no enemies as of yet. As we set up camp for the night Yngvar and Julag scouted around and took notice of campfires in the distance. Jo’Rak used his special abilities to spy on the camp, leading to incredible happenings and revelations. The camp was peopled by Thalmor and creatures that seemed to be, from Jo’Rak’s description, the blue-skinned snow elves of ancient legend! Furthermore, he reported that the two groups were meeting to discuss alliance, but some conflicts between them were evident. In the conversation it was further revealed that it was the blue elves that caused the wave of magick that nearly destroyed Winterhold, an occurrence that was often blamed on the mages over the years. Jo’Rak absconded with some undisclosed wealth I’m sure, but also returned with an artifact in hand, one in which I can sense extreme magick. I wonder what this artifact is and if it could be made use of in place of the Greater Welkynd Stone we have been searching for? These questions must soon be brought to the mages and discerned. Any use of powerful magick must be carefully coordinated for optimum effect and minimal risk. An accidental misappropriation of power could cause untold calamity, and hinder the cause of the empire. I will carefully consider the purpose of this new artifact. I have every hope that, with the careful use of the gifts we’ve been given, and the grace of the divines, our quest to aid the empire will succeed!

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Riala's Journal #29
The Journal of Riala Rindalore
Abomination: Fredas, 6th of Hearthfire, 4E 206

The abomination, Krozhildilon, is no more! Once in the Reach we fought our way through Foresworn, briar hearts, hag ravens and giants, entering an underground Dwemer ruin below a tower. When finally we neared the cavernous lair our nostrils were filled with the stench of scorched remains. And then we heard it, a roar reverberating from the deepest reaches of its dark soul. The sound shook me to the core, filling me with a cold dread. Through the inspiring encouragement of Talan we continued to move forward..…and then we saw it, perched atop a wall, dark and ominous, threatening all who dared come near - the dragon - fierce, undead and powered by a briar heart. Burnt remains were strewn before it and it turned its attention our way, glaring with eyes dark and glistening.

I sensed that it knew not only that we were there but, more specifically, that I was there and it shook me to recall the Greybeards’ teaching; care was to be taken in the killing of dark dragons whose souls must not be absorbed. Duty called me to continue on, to help kill this abomination, and then quickly move far enough away not to let its dark mind enter mine. How would I be able to do this? What distance is safe? Past absorptions had happened apart from any exercise of will on my part, and without warning. I’d not had the opportunity to track the timing of occurrences once the dragons were stilled, and it had been a long time indeed since the last dragon battle. Unnerved, I began to tremble and wanted to run. Suddenly, Jo’Rak lunged forward toward the dragon with a bold barrage of arrows. Startled out of my ramblings of the mind by his decisiveness, I shook off my trepidation and fell into the familiar cadence of battle.

Resolve regained, I cast aid upon all who were near me as well as myself. Ever courageous Talan transported himself directly to the back of the dragon, effectively attacking from behind. I then moved forward and let loose with a fury of lightning strikes. Somewhere along the way I noticed that something was amiss with Yngvar. In his wolf kind alternate state, he had always been able to recognize friends, but this time his eyes had turned fully black and he was heading to attack not the dragon, but Talan. It seemed he was being controlled by the dragon, as was our guide Fenrick. As fortune would have it, Kalarus, the target of Fenrick, also noticed what was happening and, transporting nearer to the dragon, set paralysis on them both. Then, in a rush of magical energy, successfully cast entangle upon the horrid beast as well. The end finally came as Jo’Rak finished what he started, raining arrows to bring on the dragon’s ghastly end and dying roar.

In the quiet moment that followed I was abruptly reminded of my previous dread regarding the dragon’s demise as the air around me began to swirl. Talan quickly interceded, transporting himself between me and the dragon’s wandering soul, repelling its energy with his swords. He shouted for me to run and run I did, safely avoiding the absorption of the dark creature’s mind. Kalarus, happily unafraid of the things of darkness, moved close to the corpse to harvest its briar heart and discovered it also was being powered by a Hist tap root. In spite of Kalarus’ wish to harvest and keep the root, I had to destroy it. Fenrick, once he was released from paralysis and the dragon’s control, was able to convey to us the wishes of the Hist to do so. The Hist will no doubt be relieved and grateful to learn the root has been dealt with. I find I am finally also relieved, and grateful as well, for Talan and our friends. Danger is always so near, but so too, I find, is courage.

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Riala's Journal #28
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In Solitude We Danced: Morndas, 2nd of Hearthfire, 4E 206


In Solitude we danced joyfully, for the successful accomplishment of the happy wedding of Ilesif and Balgruf. It was an event fulfilled, finally, through a great degree of effort and cunning on the parts of both our party and our friends, the Blades. Once the plot in motion was thwarted, and the wounded quickly healed, we returned to quarters to prepare for the party. Having been otherwise occupied, we missed the parade, speech, and blessing on the marriage, but soon joined the jubilant event.

Such events are rare in the life of an adventurer, so I proceeded to make the most of the occasion by dancing every glorious dance. I entered the hall with Talon but, through previous arrangement, we both advanced in separate directions. The ladies of the court had supplied me with the most beautiful and costly garb for the evening and, thus arrayed, I had no trouble at all finding suitable dance partners to last the night. As music flowed it was easy to let the memory of battle and heartbreak fall into oblivion. In fact, I danced with such energy that, upon the close of the celebration I felt myself utterly spent, and glad to fall into my chamber for a deep slumber at the night’s end.

At the Winking Skeever the next day I heard a few tales of the exploits of my companions during the previous evening’s festivities. Apparently Kalarus, fond as ever of disguises, presented himself as an old man hawking amulets of Talos, Yngvar thrilled men and maidens alike with tales of his exploits, and Talan was granted a private audience with the emperor. No doubt there was some talk regarding the status of noble Hammerfell and its relationship with the empire, now that the yoke of the Thalmor is being tossed off. In addition to dancing the night away, I was able to make the acquaintance of several wizards from the College of Winterhold, with their leader, Tolfdir, who were compelled to swear fealty to the emperor and to yours truly as arch mage. We agreed to meet later to discuss the role of the college in support of the empire. As for Jo’Rak, it was hinted that he spent the night with the sultry Shabhi, but he would speak not of it, only smiling with a bit of glimmer in his eye.

This evening sees us camped on the bay with a far view of Solitude in the distance. It is a beautiful sight with soft lights aglow. On our way to Markarth, we take our rest near the warmth of our campfire, against the cold Skyrim night. Calcelmo has put us on the trail of a greater welkynd stone. Na Falar has tasked us with encountering the abomination Krozhildilon in Faolan, somewhere in the Reach. There is still much to do. Jo’Rak will no doubt make help make the trip a speedy one, so we should arrive by evening next. A sweet roll I purchased in Solitude for my next morning’s breakfast seems to call early to me. Perhaps all the dancing, fighting, and cold fresh air have increased my appetite. I will relish its goodness before taking to my bed. Come tomorrow strength and stamina will be needed to face the multitude of tasks, both planned and unplanned, awaiting our attention.

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Rials's Journal #27

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Pillars to Palaces: Loredas, the 31st of Last Seed 4E 206


These past three weeks since my last entry have been rife with intrigue, action, heartbreak, and awe. We have traveled far and seen much. All along the way we have spread the good news of the reinstatement of the return of the Blades and open worship of Talos. Entering Skyrim upon a clear night, following a wintry storm, we were awed by the lights of the Aurora. The beauty of the Pillars of the Pale seemed to somehow soothe our heartbreak, the recent memory of Bjarik’s deceit and treachery. As I write this now, I am further soothed by the knowledge that we were able to put a stop to him and his evil intentions.
All along he was engaged in an assassination plot against the Emperor, to take place in Solitude on the occasion of a noble wedding. Along with a team of Blades, we were thankfully able to put an end to the plot before the Emperor’s ship landed at port. We could not have done it without Jo’rak engaging us in speedy travel, and it was fitting that it was his hand that finally stilled the traitor in deadly battle. Bjarik is no more, but more than a bit of the heartbreak remains.
So we find ourselves in Solitude, and the happy wedding of Ilesif and Balgruf, the jarl of Whiterun will soon commence. It has been some time since I have been witness to such an occasion and I can’t help but think of times past in Wayrest - the parties and celebrations I enjoined as a member of the nobility there – as a more innocent and very naïve young woman.
Adventuring has taught me much, however, and I find I am grateful to be with my party of friends in Skyrim. Prior to our rush to Solitude we were able to visit High Hrothgar, climbing all of the 7,000 plus steps of legend, and meeting with the Greybeards. For so long I had heard their call, each dragon slaying, calling me to that place upon the Throat of the World. They said they’d been expecting me when we arrived and were most welcoming, housing and feeding us well. The next morning I was instructed to ascend the peak to speak to “the Master.” Parthenex, an ancient dragon as it turns out, was to be my instructor on matters concerning the thum and protection from the souls of evil dragons. We were also introduced to the dova Na Falar and given a mission, to go to the lands of Faolan and slay the abomination Krozhildilon (meaning rend heart dead). We are then to return to the mountain and will learn why it is named the “Throat of the World.”
Kalarus looked up Faolan and found that it means Red Eagle in Reachmen speech. Hmmm…it seems that this quest would lead us to the area surrounding Markarth, where it would seem we also need to travel in our quest for a Greater Welkynd Stone. First, however, we must fulfillour purposes in Solitude. We have a wedding to celebrate - the Blue Palace beckons!

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The Cold, White Sands of Skyrim
It seems a life time ago that this one and his swordbrother departed Skyrim to seek our fortunes in the Colovian Highlands of Cyrodil. Leaving behind the ghosts of fallen Stormcloak brethren to start fresh, only to find the heart of the empire overrun with Thalmor agents. Having returned I find the sights familiar, but Secunda’s light reveals an alien land filled with paths and secret ways I’ve never seen before. Ways I’ve only heard of in stories told by my elders. Could it be that the Mane knew this was happening, and so sent Raksata with news from Elsweyr? News that we could only act on once Secunda’s light finally opened the moonpaths to me.

These moonlit visions of secret ways are especially welcome given the news we have just received from the Blades. Bjarik the Traitor has resurfaced in Solitude, “relieving” Gerard, the Blade agent who was to organize security for the Emperor’s visit to Solitude. Unaware of Bjarik’s treachery, Gerard had no way of knowing what he was unleashing on Solitude as the Moot draws near for the crowning of a new High King and the wedding of Elisif the Fair and Balgruuf the Greater. No doubt his Thalmor master will be nearby, reveling in the chaos being sown, and assuming that the Blades can do nothing to stop this tragedy. But I intend for this to be High Justicar Rulindil’s last opportunity to underestimate us, and will gladly present his head as a wedding gift to Balgruuf and Elisif.

But by now Bjarik is already in Solitude, sowing the seeds of Thalmor madness. Planning mischief that could shatter everything we’ve been working for. I must convince my companions, Brahnlor, and as many Blade agents as he can spare, to drop everything…for this night we walk the moonpaths through the cold, white sands of Skyrim, racing the bitter winds to take the battle to the Thalmor. We must move quickly, for every additional moment moves Rulindil’s plans closer to fruition.

Already I see the way glistening in Secunda’s light, beckoning me on to Solitude, and the spilling of Thalmor blood. I can already smell the sharp, coppery tang...it makes my heart thrill for combat, my vision narrow, and my blood throb through my veins. Perhaps I have been too long in Yngvar’s company, but I think not. The time for celebrating life is past, the time for killing without hesitation is at hand. Fusozay var dar!
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Riala's Journal #26
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Imperial Revelations: Loredas, the 10th of Last Seed 4E 206

Revelations concerning our time in the Imperial City abound! Too much has happened in too swift a fashion to have taken the time to make a record of it, and some things are better not put to writing. Suffice to say that our questions upon entering the city have been answered, some in most surprising ways. Taking a brief time now before moving on, I will reflect on some of what has unfolded and what tasks still loom ahead.

Of primary importance for the empire, I believe, is the bold reinstatement of the Blades by the Emperor, which supports his even bolder open embrace of Talos, signaling freedom from the yoke of the Thalmor. This was a most welcome turn of events, in which our party was not only witness but party to as various events called us to action. Dark alliances were exposed, Brahnlor was found captive and freed, and the Emperor was saved in the course of our pursuits.

Revelations brought to light further events of a supportive nature to the empire. I have been made Arch Mage of the newly reopened and reinstated Mage’s Guild! The turn of events were initiated and supported by the mysterious Elinande, who had been watching me for some time, in fulfillment of a prophecy revealed in an Elder Scroll. It told of the reopening of the Arcane University at a time of the empire’s need. I know not which I feel more strongly in my soul – the honor to be chosen for such a position, or the weight of responsibility. This is indeed a time of great need for the empire as war is surely on the horizon. In any case I will venture to be worthy of the trust placed in me through this honor and fulfill this great responsibility as well as I am able.

While the group moved on toward Cloud Ruler Temple, I stayed behind to oversee to the opening of the university and unsealing of old magick wards with Elinande and other mages. All old seals have now been dispelled and the Greater Welkynd Stone released and placed in the vault under guard. We further traversed the university halls and discovered, in its tower, the back exit of the legendary “Battle Spire,” the ancient training ground for battle mages. Two more Greater Welkynd Stones will be needed in order to enter the Battle Spire realm in the ruins under Kvatch. The Staff of Jagar Tharn, already on our possession, will then allow us to emerge out of the realm into the university tower. This will be of utmost importance in the training of battle mages for the defense of the empire in the days to come; so the discovery and procurement of these stones will be one of my most vital pursuits as I join the party on their travels north.

On now, I shall take my leave of the Imperial City to join the others on the road. There is little time to rest. As I prepare to transport myself to their current position I hope I will find my friends safe and sound, for the road holds many dangers. They should be nearing their destination if all has gone well. They were heading to Cloud Ruler Temple on news that some of the Blades, including our friend Bjarik, were being held prisoner there by the Thalmor. I hope to arrive in time to lend my support. The group is smaller now with Cocius rejoining the military ranks at this crucial time. I hope we will not be too late to save Bjarik and the Blades.
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Riala's Journal #25

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Imperial Mysteries: Turdas, the 25th of Sun’s Height 4E 206


The mystery of our place in time having been resolved (we hope), we move on to other mysterious happenings. Questions abound, puzzles need solving, and our Rift-Riders embark on dangerous pursuits once again.

With two dragon skulls strapped to our horses we finally entered Skingraad, drawing much attention. Guards at the gate informed us of Brahnlor’s whereabouts, and we all headed to the Blue Rose Inn. Offering one of the skulls to the proprietor we were able to secure free lodging, food and drink for life! The other was bid upon and finally landed in the hands of some mages. Cocius busied himself with spinning a believable tale about our ponderous prize, and I stayed in the shadows to avoid questions. After a time and further inquiry we were able to discover that Brahnlor was not in Skingraad after all, and had gone to the Imperial City. He left a note for us dated Turdas, the 18th. There was no real information about his intentions. It was Morndas the 22nd and we would not be able to catch up to him for some days. We decided to look about town a bit and stay the night.

It was a thrill to visit the Chapel of Julianos. The Chapel District was beautiful and in better shape than the rest of the town, a park-like setting lined with trees and walkways. We were greeted by an Argonian priest at the chapel by the name of Sashrar Greel. As he noticed Cocius’ presence at the empty shrine of Talos, he handed him a poem written in Ayleid. I was able to decipher it. It speaks of the Amulet of Kings and Martin Septim, but I’m not sure what its message means for Cocius or our group; yet another mystery. While at the chapel, I also made a donation. I was fortunate to receive a blessing from the Divine most revered by mages, Julianos, the god of wisdom and knowledge. I had been focusing so much on Akatosh lately that I had almost forgotten my previous devotions. It was Julianos who sustained me through much of my learning at the school in Wayrest.

Upon our return to the Blue Rose Inn we discovered that the name had already been changed to The Lucky Dragon, in honor of the inn’s new decoration. We had a restful night and headed to the Imperial City the next morning after a hearty breakfast. We reached the city in just a few days, more quickly than expected, and my heart stilled as the White-Gold Tower came into view. Long had I wished to walk among the gleaming facades of the capital. The magnificent city did not disappoint. Its beauty was greater than I had imagined. The beautifully sculpted dragon statue at the Chapel of Akatosh took my breath away. I walked in wonder as we made our way to the New Tiber Septim Hotel.

We learned that Brahnlor had checked in with Bjarik three days before, but had left and hasn’t been seen since. Procuring the room next to theirs, I used a bit of divination and was able to determine that their clothes and travel bags remained, but their weapons and armor were gone. What could have taken them away with weapons at the ready, and what has kept them away these past three days? The party decided to split up and pursue various avenues of inquiry to search out information about our friends.

Cocius headed to the inn near the barracks, while Jo’Rak and Yngvar sought out contacts of their own. Having no real contacts, Filbyn, Kalarus, and I headed to the mages guild. Surprisingly, the guards there seemed to know of me, and directed me to seek out Elinande, the leader of the Order of the Lamp! She was the Altmir who had asked about me at the Duke’s party, and then disappeared! What then could this be about? How did she know to leave instructions for me? How did she even know I would be coming to the city? We went off to the headquarters of the order and were told that she is unavailable. It’s getting quite difficult to find folks these days! I left a note with information about where we are staying and headed back to the inn.

Divines only know what will happen next, and what these mysterious happenings are all about. I must ponder these events and talk with the rest of the party. Perhaps new information will come to the surface and help these mysteries to unfold. No doubt danger is once again lurking on our path.

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By secret glyph: dreamsle...
By secret glyph: dreamsleeve transmission
Dreamsleeve: urgent, security protocols granted
Security protocols: dracomoth ancestor worldbone wards

To Councilman Nandor,

I was given clearance to comm direct via Imperial decree if anything pertaining to Nu-Matta theories were revealed to those who listen to the song of the wingbeats of the ancestors. Know I do not abuse this privilege lightly.

From the re-collections from the Psijiic irregular distribution of the Kelle by chance and by no chance at all one of the rolls of most excellent fabric did reveal a matter of some import. And while it is yet too soon for me to provide an actionable, presented in accepted quadraphaph form, the concern I bring before you now relates to the Nu-Matta Intercept of the 3rd Era, it’s relationship to the Ur-Tower, that conduit of creatia and its ur-Stone.

Explicit concern; the Hist have revealed the possibility that the Chim-el Adabal has/was never destroyed! The sap drinker’s name is Sashrar Greel but I know not to whom he imported the words too. The sipper is the head priest at the Chapel of Julianos in Skingrad, so the wings of the moths sing to me.

Yours under the Red Diamond, I know, an old fashioned statement but perhaps once again made true?

Brother Naplin

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Brother Naplin
Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Keep your ear to the moths on this and inform me of any new developments. I understand what I ask when I say, read deeper.

I remain,

Nandor, High Chancellor of the Elder Council, Imperial Battlemage, Survivor of the fall of Crystal-Like-Law, etc. etc.
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http://www.epicwords.com/attachments/14515 - Hour of the Wolf/Minutes Mended
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Riala's Journal #24

The Journal of Riala Rindalore Day 33
Wolf Friend: Turdas the 11th of Sun’s Height 4E 206?

“The minutes have been mended,” she said. The Jill appeared briefly again, seemingly to let us know of our success. Hopeful that we had indeed repaired the rift, undoing our grave error, I felt a rush of relief. We are back in the vineyard now and, though it seems like an eternity has passed since we were last in this place, I am uncertain whether or how time has passed in Tamriel while we labored in Oblivion. It looks much the same here as it did when first we fought the two dragons. Perhaps we will learn of our place in time when we once again reach Skingraad. Nothing would surprise me after all we have seen.

We did battle bravely in Oblivion, to reach and finally traverse the ominous black tower. Once having reached the top, with our final batch of foes before us, we all were compelled to reach inside ourselves for the will to meet the ultimate challenge. Faced with a mythic dawn priest shielded by a quantity of mages, we realized our task to be perilous indeed. It was then that I saw a surge of power unlike any I had seen or imagined before, as Yngvar turned to the wall, clawing at it and releasing an ear-shattering roar as his body, his very being was enlarged and utterly transformed into a raging wolf. He made for the priest and tore out his throat, making the way for the rest of our party to advance. The shock of his transformation had little time to settle before we realized our advantage and opportunity to move forward.

We proceeded as Cocius, ever-wise, cast a charm spell on our wolf friend ensuring that he continue to know us, in his altered state, as friends and not enemies. I was able to transport up to the sigil stone and remove it from the flaming column with a telekinesis spell. Putting it gently on the ground I intended to wait for Kalarus to examine it. But the curious wolf charged in and grabbed at it, transporting us back to Tamriel with a touch, instantaneously. And so we found ourselves back at the vineyard where we remain at this moment, all but our wolf friend.

He has run off into the woods. Jo’Rak is going off to follow as I write this. I wonder what is going through Yngvar’s mind at this moment. Is he even able to think? Was his transformation intentional or a result of heightened emotion? How and when did this come to be? And how does this ability affect his sense of self? Will he remember what has occurred when he turns again back to himself? Many are the questions, and few the answers about all that has happened recently.

These profound questions make my musings about being beset by dragon souls seem minuscule in comparison. Yngvar is not one for probing conversation, but I hope to talk with him if and when he returns. I just know that our battle may not have gone so well, nor would we have returned so promptly to Tamriel without him. I hope he finds his way back to himself and soon back to us,for soon darkness will fall and we will be surrounded by night. I pray for you with gratitude in my heart, my wolf friend. Is that you I hear howling on the wind?

Riala Rindalore
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http://www.epicwords.com/attachments/14330 - Black Tower

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