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I honestly didnt think id get this far. But this story of a redguard woman becoming a werewolf has been a whole lotta fun to play through and record. who knew a game i've spent thousands of hours in can feel so fresh by just recording everything i experience in character through writing? not nearly done yet though. thanks for reading, anyone who's made it this far

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Moira and Leeannes Journal Turdas 26th of Suns Dawn 4e 202

These boots of waterwalking truly are made by a master. It enhances the waters surface tension and makes it seem as though youre walking on solid rock. We enter the ship through a hatch near the anchor hole, with Leeanne ordering that she gets the final kill on the emperor, saying that since I had killed Mercer, she kills the emperor. Makes No difference to me.

Slash, Stab, Slice. Knok, Stretch, Thwip, Thunk The month of the dark brotherhood being "Dead" has made the guards Lax. Lazy. They didn't expect anyone to board their ship. It was almost Too easy clearing out the Emperors Royal Guard. The skeleton keys worth its weight in gold on this ship. So many locked doors, so easily broken into. The Ships Lieutenant was easy enough to dispatch. One arrow into the wood, one knife across his throat. Even had the Master Key on him. The key that opens the Emperors Quarters. One More Kill. This shall be Leeannes Honor.

When i had shifted and opened the Door, Mede wasnt scared at all to see a large wolfwoman enter his chambers. Hell, he was cordial. He went on about us having a date with destiny and all that. I had cut him off with a grab to his collar, preparing to split his head in my jaws like a ripe melon. But before that, he had asked Us to Kill Motierre afterward, which was already on my list. His Flesh was Delicious. Utterly sweet and succulent. The taste of Royalty, Fat with Exquisite meats and Wines. After Feasting on our prey, i had made my way Outside, tearing through the rest of the Guard and making my way back to the solitude docks, to cross the Maro Betrayer off of our list. barely even a fight. With that, we head back to Whiterun to end this entire Saga once and For All

When i had arrived within the bannered mare, the richman's guard was swigging meade down at the bar, and told me that he was in the backroom to talk. When i had entered and closed the door behind me, Mottiere pulled me into a hug. Jumping and cheering about how i had served skyrim in ways i couldn't ever know. Then afterwards he released me and sent me on my way, telling me that our payment was in Volenruund, where we first met. When he turned around, i placed my hand on his shoulder, pulled him in close and covered his mouth. "Mede says hello", I whispered into his ear as i slid my knife across his throat, cleaving through his flesh like a hot knife through mammoth cheese. Afterwards, Leeanne got to feast on the poor fool. Delicious. After that, i had chased after Rexas who had made his way onto the second floor of the bannered mare. I had tackled him through the door leading into Saadias room and feasted upon him in there. Poor Girl had to see that. From there, we had made our way to the under-forge and out the back, sprinting our way to Volenruund and collecting our payment. 20,000 septims. More than enough compensation for this entire ordeal. Now to get this money to the Dawnstar sanctuary.

When i entered the dawnstar sanctuary, Nazir pulled me into a hug... So much Hugging today. When i had told him the payment, he had laughed and said that it was definitely worth our while. After that, he sent me to riften to speak to Delvin mallory to get upgrades for our sanctuary. As i stepped out, i was greeted by the Mad Jester Cicero. He started talking about how foolish it was to spare him and how foolish it was to spare him. I had my sword half out its scabbard when he had started laughing about how much of a joke it was and how everything was hunky fucking dorey. He then Blew past me and went to tend to the corpse... The people i surround myself with.. Onto riften.

Spoke to Mallory and i spent ALL of the gold i had gained on refitting the sanctuary. I think I'm gonna lay my head down in Whiterun for a few days. Hircine protect me.

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Leeannes & moiras Journal, Middas 25th of suns dawn 4e202

IM FUCKING TIRED OF WAITING

THAT DAMN ASHSKIN HAS STALLED FOR LONG E- FUCKING NOUGH, I'M DIGGING THAT BARROW OUT MYSELF AND SEEING WHATS IN THERE!

when we got to solsthiem, Leeanne forced herself out and charged through raven rocks docks. She charged right up that hill and dug out the barrow herself. Took her a good few hours till she got the door uncovered and smashed it down. Afterwards, she slaughtered all the draugr, somehow opening the puzzle door during her rampage, and exposed a set of ancient nordic boots. Ahzidals Boots Of waterwalking. These will do perfectly to get us to the emperor. Your days are numbered Titus.

The moment we got back to Windhelm, Leeanne Took off westward towards Solitude. We had jetted across the entire upper half of skyrim in just under 5 hours, with a pitstop at fort dunstad to fill her gullet. From there, we had sprinted across the frozen tundra, through the marshlands of Morthal and finally stopped at falgunthur's camp. From there we rested for a few hours and prepared to strike at the emperor of skyrim. Hircine Guide My Blade.

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Moiras journal, Sundas, 22nd of suns dawn 4e202

It has been 2 weeks since I've given that ash skinned knife ear 1 grand in gold for the excavation and he hasn't sent word back on any progress. Leeannes getting antsy. In all honesty, she could probably dig her way through that ash in a nights time. Ive been keeping her satisfied with bandits and the like but she, and i, want into that barrow. 2 more days. If word isn't sent, Leeannes digging it up herself. The emperor Must Die. Hircine Guide Us.

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Moiras journal, Tirdas 17th of Suns Dawn 4e 202

Month 6 of adventuring. There are multiple walls in my way to progression. Most annoying of which is Delphine. Ive spoken to the greybeards and they keep telling me in not ready to speak to their leader in order to end this dragon crisis. Shes my only lead on this entire damned providence and i fucking hate it. Then there's the issue with Miiraak, i'm still not sure how to deal with him. And that's not even mentioning the ongoing vampire menace that's been ravaging the country for months now... One thing at a time Moira. Currently i've been waiting for Ralis to finish up his excavation into kolbjorn barrow. I'm certain there's something there that can aid me in slaying the emperor. Hircine Guide Me

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Leeannes journal, Fredas 13th of suns dawn 4e 202

Moira seems to think that the thirteenth day that lands on a Fredas of any given month is an omen for bad luck. Some weird human thing. During one of the delivery missions to Solsthiem i heard... calling. The melodic howls of a family. I knew miirak was looking for us but i didn't care. My heart told me to find them. And find them i did. Secluded under a crag in the mountain was a pack of werewolves. They called themselves the frost-moon, and their "alpha" was a man named Majni. After a short conversation with them, Majni had called a hunt and invited me along. We spent the entirety of the night in Solsthiems frozen tundra, laying waste to any beast or bandit we came across. I even ate netch-meat for the first time. Made my maw tingle something fierce. We even climbed atop Mortrag peak and had a group howl. It was beautiful. It reminded me of Hircines realm. Nothing but ceseless melodies and the thrill of the hunt... now i feel homesick. Afterwards, Majni had told me that i was always welcome at frostmoon crag. He even allowed me to obtain blessed rings form previous great hunts our Lord Called. Hircine Protect the Frosted Moons

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Moiras journal Turdas 12th of suns dawn 4e202

ve spent the past few days traversking skyrims wilds, completing missives and clearing the road of any bandits that happen to cross my path. One missive was from the jarl of whiterun and asked to slay the dragon atop eldersblood peak. After a long and bothersome fight i finally took down the giant lizard and was prepared to claim its soul. Only for Miirak to appear before me and STEAL the damn thing for himself. I didnt even know that was a possibility before now. He is steadily moving himself up my very short kill list. Hircine Guide Me

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Leeannes journal, Morndas 9th of suns dawn 4e 202

This miirak is wildly strong. The only person that i could remember feeling that scared was that Giant black dragon at Helgen. Moira had made the decision to return to Skyrim for the time being and gather our strength. But where from? The companions are always an option but we need more.. and I'm not going back to Riverwood because of that bitch Delphine. Id say return to the thieves guild but this skeleton key is much too useful. Titus mede is still on our kill list but that's far too long of a distance to swim... maybe the college. And we could go see about that fortress of vampire near Riften. They'll be fun to hang around. Hircine protect us.

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Moiras and Leeannes journal, Sundas, 8th of suns dawn, 4e 202

It took a few hours for us to arrive in Solsthiem. A grey island off of Skyrims coast, covered in ash and volcanic debris. When we docked, we approached by an Adril Arano. When i asked who Miirak is from him, he gave me the most confused look and pointed me to some sort of spire a short walk away. Approaching the spire, everyone seemed to be in a... daze. They were chanting some odd phrases and constructing some... thing. It had weird magics radiating off of it so i decided to not get within arms reach of it. Upon walking up to it, a dark elf named Neloth asked me what i was doing here, i responded asking about Miirak and he tells me the mans been dead since the dragon war. He then pointed me toward a temple near the islands center. Hircine protect me, what have i gotten myself into?

Upon reaching the outskirts of raven rock, i had happened upon the local captain of the guard being set upon by "ash spawn". Fuckers were hard to kill that's for sure. He tells me he was locating where the ash spawn were coming from when he was attacked and i offered my help. Pin in that for now. As i made my way up the hill, i had happened upon a dark elf excavating ash from a Nordic crypt. He tells me hes trying to excavate the "Relics of Ahzidal". From my research, i had learned of an enchanter eras ago who was incredibly prolific by that name. He asked me for 1k septims to continue the excavation and since i'm lousy with money, i paid him in full. I cant resist the call of a good crypt.

Moira asked me to get us to the temple and i did it within two shakes of a dogs tail. Though upon reaching the hill, i was shocked to find bones. Entire Dragon skeletons by the tens litter the hills leading up to this place. Whoever this miirak is, hes gonna be a goooooooood hunt

Upon reaching the temple, there was a Nord woman begging her friend to come home. Her name was Frea and she was a member of this "Skal" Village. I told her i was after Miiraks head and that she and I had allied goals. She accompanied me into the temple. The place was filled with draugr and more of those masked madmen chanting about how Miirak is their savior. This is honestly going to get old. But not as old as Frea talking in my ear every couple of minutes. Nords are windbags, i swear. After fighting our way through an army of enemies we had came across a chamber. And within that chamber was a strange book. Black, with writhing... flesh? as the cover. It was very clearly of daedric origin. After i read it, the book it had transported me... somewhere. a green sky with murky oily water, stacked head to toe in tomes of anchient knowledge. It sent me to where Miirak was. He was unbelievably powerful. He wielded shouts that i could only dream of. He had said to await his return with the rest of Tamriel and ordered his goons to send me back to Nirn. From there, i had followed Frea back to her village. There, the elder pointed me toward Saerings watch to learn some word of power... I need to prepare. Miirak is far too powerful for me to handle right now. I need strength. Hircine Guide me.

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Moiras journal, Loredas 7th of suns dawn 4e 202

Returning to the sleeping giant feels like walking back in on an ex. 4 years i drank away in that damn bar for what? All bullshit. I talked to delphine about this attic room deal and she immediately gave me the horn. Thinking that was that, i had made my way to the door when Leeanne stopped me. lets see what she has to say.. cant be all bad right? Against my better judgement, i took her words to heart and followed Delphine to her basement. There she started talking. "There's my favorite drunk" she said, indignation in her voice. I asked her what she wanted and she said thus "Somehow, you're the dragonborn. I didn't believe it until i saw you walk through that door. What 6 months can do to a woman huh?" I told her to get on with it and she glared daggers at me. "Ill explain what i want, when i want, ale keg. You'd be dead walking through that door if i hadn't recognized you." I had felt a growl escape my mouth and nearly shifted when she said that. "Well that struck a nerve didnt it? Anyway, i'm someone who's been looking for someone like you for a long time. I would hope that horn in your bag doesnt paint me as an enemy in your eyes. I want the dragons dead. And you're gonna help me." I felt Leeanne take control for a bit. And Why the fuck should we help you? The murderous intent behind her words was palpable. "Because, Mead barrel. You Have to help me. You don't have a choice. Remember that tab you have? Or should i bring up that family you lost to bandits in 197?" I shifted in front of her and let Leeanne take control, smashing Delphine against the wall of the basement and forcing her face into the wall with her clawed hand, snarling bloody murder LIKE FUCK WE DO! WE'LL DEAL WITH THESE DRAGONS OUR OWN WAY WITHOUT YOUR HELP, YOU ARROGANT SKANK Leeanne got up from her and turned to leave you're lucky you're still alive, bitch As she got up, clutching her broken arm she had smiled the most disgustingly Cocky smile ive ever seen, even though her head and nose was streaming blood. "You'll be back. You have to come back. See you soon moira" with that me and Leeanne sprinted out of the sleeping giant inn, making sure to flip every table and tear the door down. Afterwards we made our way up to high hrothgar and returned the horn. And the greybeards welcomed us as family. I'm not going back to riverwood for a while. I wanna see what that Miirak business was in raven rock though. That definitely needs to be squared away. Hircine Take My Foes.

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Moiras journal, Fredas 6th of Suns Dawn 4e 202

Ustengrav was a nice little crypt. Mainly inhabited by wizards ugh and draugr. When i got my way through and into the main chamber, the horn was gone and replaced with a note from "a friend" telling me to meet them in riverwood. I smell an ambush. But before i set off toward riverwood, i rested my head in morthals inn, where the inkeeper told me about a recent house fire. I asked the Jarl about it, strange woman, and she tasked me with investigating it. During such investigation i met the ghost of a dead girl, met 1 vampire trying to exhume her corpse and met another trying to find where the first one came from. The bread trail led me to an Alva who, upon reading her journal, had been seduced by a centuries old master vampire living in the marshes. I got the go ahead from the Jarl and stormed the coven, making sure to behead each and every monster there. Afterwards, i presented the leaders head to the Larl who paid me handsomely for it. Now off to Riverwood. Hircine protect me.

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Moiras Journal, Middas 4th of Suns Dawn 4e 202

t took us a Day and a half to get from Labarynthian all the way to ivarstead, where the journey up the mountain begins. The actual trek up wasn't anything special, wolves and trolls mostly. Upon our entrance to the monastery, we were greeted by a group of aged nords who called us "Dragonborn." I had asked what that meant but he had dodged the question with a test for me to show of my abilities, which involved shouting at him, learning the second word for unrelenting force and shouting at 3 ghosts. After that, i had followed him outside for another test, using my whirlwind sprint to dash through a gate before it closes... the only issue was that the gate closed so slowly, i sprinted through without using my shout. That earned a chuckle from the other monks and it counted as a pass. At the end of those three tests he then asked me to travel to a crypt outside morthal and solitude called Ustengrav to retrieve a horn. It was then and only then that i asked him what dragonborn meant and he answered with "the dragon power is yours to use either as you see fit or in service to lord kynareth." So, basically just do what i want with it. I also asked if my being dragonborn had something to do with the dragons and outright said yes, but he doesn't know exactly what yet. Now i'm on my way to morthal to get this horn for them. Hircine Guide M- While i was finishing my journal, i was attacked by mask wearing lunatics raving about some asshole named miirak and how he was the "True Dragonborn". Add him to the list of things that need doing. Hircine Guide me.

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Moiras journal, Tirdas 3rd of Suns dawn 4e 202

I couldn't sleep. Neither could Leeanne. Her an I decided to go and collect two of those dragon priest masks that we know the location of. Hevnoraak in Valthume And Vokun in High Gate Ruins. That Just Leaves 2 left. Morokei and Nahkriin. Morokei From my research is entombed within Labarynthian, but the door is sealed and none of our combined efforts can open it. The college could help. As for Nahkriin, i have no idea where he could be. Every tome i've poured over in winterhold calls it "Where Only Dovah Tread." If i have to go all the way to akavir for this damn thing... Leeannes been more bubbly than usual. I guess the honor of being Hircines champion still hasn't worn off. As for our next objective, its time for the 2 of us to exchange words with the greybeards. That's been burning a hole in my mind for weeks now. Hircine Guide Us.

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Moiras Journal morndas 12th of morningstar 4e 202

It has been 21 days since i last wrote in my journal. Leeanne and i had been kidnapped. Forced to fight in some underground arena for our freedom. We fought 30 different contestants. None of them were any challenge for either of us. There were 10 combatants. Each more powerful than the last. An imperial battle mage, dark elf nerivarine worshipper, a redguard warrior, a high elf mage, a high elf thief, a nord battlemaster, A perspective high king of skyrim, a high elf lunatic mage, and a half daedra dark elf. None of them were a challenge. Afterwards, we had burned the entire place down and sealed the enterence off. No more underground arenas for us. I think we both need rest.

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Moiras journal, Sundas 11th of morningstar 4e 202.

Its now time to put this Mercer Frey business to rest. Ive transacted the "oath" with nocturnal and bargained my soul for her power. How surprised she must be to hold nothing but thin air in her hands. Afterwards, Karliah told us that mercer stole an unbreakable key. Hes holed himself up in some dwemer ruin outside Windhelm. A fitting grave for a backstabber like him. Hircine Guide me.

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Leeannes journal, morndas, 5th of Morningstar 4e202

Theres a werewolf in falkreath named sinding who Stole a ring from our Lord Hircine. He asked me to return it via slaughtering a stag that had escaped the hunting grounds. Our Lord shall smile upon us this day. Our liege has spoken. As i tore the stags throat with my fangs, our Lord took its form and spoke to us. "Congratulations, my Pup. You have done well." i laid my body down in reverence to his words "You bare the ring that was stolen from me. Hunt down the Thief, Tear his flesh from his body, and present it to me. Do this, and you shall be blessed with something no other hunter can claim. Do Not Fail Me." after he uttered his words, he opened a portal to his hunting grounds and returned, accompanied by a symphany of wolves Hes Holed himself up in bloated mans grotto, West of brittleshin pass and South if sleeping tree camp. I will not Fail my Lord. The Hunt Guide Me

the moon. The Hunt has begun. The moon has become the most glorious shade of crimson i have ever seen. Blessed be those who Hunt. Blessed Be those who earn our lords favor. The coward tore his own throat out. The thought of being hunted for the rest of his days was too much for him to bare and he ran his claws across his own throat. Saves me the effort of slaying him. Its a shame too. He was decent looking, for a nord. when i had finished skinning him, Our Lord appeared before us, grinning ear to ear "A good kill." i move to bow before he claimed my head in his hands, gently brushing it "You not only have returned my ring to me, but given me the thieves hide as tribute. Let me fashion it to better protect you from this world" he said before transforming sindings skin into a... rather revealing chest piece. "And now for your real gift" it wasn't a second before those words exited his lips that his hand plunged itself deep into my chest, removing both my wolf spirit and moiras soul, merging them together "Kill well, my hunter. Safe in the knowledge that You belong to me and Only me. Regardless of whatever is told to you by those pompous daedric princes" he then collected our soul into a and returned to the Hunting grounds. "Ill see you both at home" He is pleased with us. Hes granted us freedom to act, to hunt and kill with impunity. I shall make him proud Onto The Next Hunt.

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Moira and Leeannes journal Sundas, 4th of Morning Star, 4e 202

Betrayal. THAT BITCH ASTRID SOLD US OUT TO MARO, WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE OUT TO BETRAY US?! I CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS!!! Astrid gave us over to commander Maro and then he double crossed her and burned Falkreaths sanctuary to the ground. out of everyone, i wish Veezara had survived. He was nice. Found his charred hide after the flames died down. she gave us the blade of woe and told us that we're the matriarch of the dark brotherhood now. and arnbjorn too. That fucking arrow through the eye didn't help him. The only ones left alive are Nazir, Babette, and Cicero. Yet another one of our family cut down to size. i know it hurts sister. But be strong. We have each other. ... theres a werewolf in Falkreath. I want to find them. gladly. May Hircine guide us.