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Anora, a pirate redguard. Entry eight.

Gods, what a strange time my dunmer companion and I had in Folunthur. The place was filled with wandering corpses (which admittedly didn’t pose as much of a challenge), cobwebs created with frostbite spiders, and an incredibly unpleasant amount of water. Of course I had to be wearing my finest dress that I’d “found” back in Cyrodiil, and I certainly wasn’t going to be traipsing through all that water in that! Luckily, outside the ruin, Erandur and I killed several necromancers, which I took the robes from, so I quickly changed into some of those awful-smelling rags to cross the water, and had my travelling companion carry my finery, making sure they were kept pristine. Further along in the ruin, we encountered another rather unimpressive draugr. I killed him, looted the big fancy chest at the end, and suddenly heard a low-pitched, whispery shouting sound coming from the next room. As I approached, I discovered a large round wall, engraved with words of an unknown language that Erandur (I knew having him around would be good for something...) identified as Dragon Tongue or Thu’um. The words were glowing and as I stood close to them, I felt quite unwell for a second as the glowing light seemed to leave the words and surround me. I’m not sure I gained anything from this, and I rather hope it doesn’t happen again. No matter, we gained quite a lot of valuable plunder from this ruin, even if we found the famous researcher dead, and were even further now from the legend’s treasure. I suppose that’s a journey for another day.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry seven.

Knowing we had to leave town after the “incident” that occured the previous night, I did spent my evening reading all the books I could get my hands on from the Jarl’s court wizard, Madena. She wasn’t overly pleased with this, but I put on a pretty smile and convinced her. One of the books I read was called “Lost Legends” and it told an ancient tale of some petty nords having some kind of battle. I don’t care even a little about that but gods, the treasure the book revealed to me would certainly be worth... aquiring. So Erandur and I left the Moorside that morning and headed west to Folgunthur, the last known location of the last researcher of this legend. Along the way, I significantly improved my skill with the blade, and there were many, many wolves to be slain in The Pale. Eventually, Erandur let out a dramatic sigh, and when I turned toward him, I saw what he’d seen. Solitude, I imagine, was rarely seen from this perspective, few people must see the city from below, and the naturally occuring cliffs and archway really were a sight to behold. Still, we didn’t slow our pace until we reached the ruin we were headed for, as we had to arrive before sundown.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry six.

Erandur is a good man (or mer), and I hadn’t previously thought about how that might be a slight issue with some of my... hobbies. So, I simply asked him to wait for me at The Windpeak Inn while I “attended to some business in town”. I walked calmly across Dawnstar until I reached the entrance of Quicksilver Mine, and that’s when I spotted him. Leigelf. What I didn’t mention, until now, is that those hired thugs who went after me in Fort Dunstad were carrying a note, which revealed to me the very reason they attacked me. He hired them. That foolish man would die today. I watched him finish up his work at the smelter, stroll unknowingly back to his house, and sit down at the table for his evening meal. Then, I slit his throat. When the people of Dawnstar find him, they will surely know I’m the one to blame, so tomorrow, Erandur and I will leave town.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry five.

This afternoon was interesting, to say the least. Thanks to the letter I found on the bodies of the thugs I fought earlier, I had plans for my evening. I did, however, need something to do with the afternoon, so I decided to finally take up that dunmer priest who’d been standing around in The Windpeak Inn on his offer for a little work. He lead me into Nightcaller Temple, high in the mountains above Dawnstar. There, we pushed through the dungeon, against dozens orcs and vaermina worshippers until we reached “the skull of corruption”. This was an event quite ridiculous in nature, and I think I experienced time travel... Whatever it was, that priest assured me over and over of its safety, though it sounded to me like he was assuring himself of that fact as well. I beleive Vaermina herself spoke with me, and attempted to convince me, of all people, to slay the very mer I’d been working with, and claim the skull of corruption as my own. But I’m no fool, and I refuse to carry out the will of a daedra I know so little about. So I allowed Erandur to perform his little ritual, destroy the skull, and redeem himself in the eyes of the aedra, or whatever it is he said he was doing. On our way back into town, he told me of his plans to stay in Nightcaller Temple for the remainder of his days, though he wasn’t very old, not for a dunmer. So, I asked him to travel with me; I’d seen his skill in combat and thought it’d be useful to have a wizard as powerful as him by my side. He agreed to accompany me, and I plan on making the most of his advanced destruction skill.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry four.

I followed the road north on my way back to Dawnstar, which meant passing through a previously military controlled fort, Fort Dunstad, that had recently been taken over by a group of bandits. As it was getting late, I decided that the best course of action would simply be to kill every one of those bandits and settle down to sleep in the most comfortable bed I could find in the place. So I did just that, sneaking around and ending the miserable, worthless lives of these uncivilised “thieves”. I call myself a thief as well, the major difference being that I, myself, am a good one. Inside the fort, I found much gold, jewellery and the commander’s chambers, where I had my evening meal and a pleasant night’s rest.

Upon waking and leaving the fort’s interior, I was greeted by a trio of heavily armoured men walking towards me with their weapons drawn. “We’re here to teach you a lesson.” the closest one said, and all I could do was laugh. These men thought they were going to kill me, or at the very least, best me in combat? They attacked me, so I killed them, and left their bodies to rot in that wretched fort.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry three.

Today, I finally reached Fort Fellhammer, and it wasn’t nearly as risky as Skald the Elder made it out to be. Perhaps that old man is just a coward, or perhaps I’m the best swordswoman in Skyrim. I suspect both of these things to be true. Gods, it was too easy to slay all of the bandits at that place, there must have been less than twenty of them occupying the fort. They were holding quite a bit of loot though, including a lot of gold, weapons, potions and armor I’d be able to sell when I returned to Dawnstar. Aside from the monetary gain, Fort Fellhammer proved an interesting opportunity to practise my sneak skill; I was able to stealthily take out the majority of the bandits before the chief even knew I was there! I did get rather a lot of blood on my nice new clothes though.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry two.

Still on my way to Fort Fellhammer, I stumbled across a cosy-looking building with a thatched roof that housed at least a dozen men and women dressed in mages robes. I’ll admit, my curiosity for anything and everything I haven’t seen before is certainly something I need to get under control, but it did work out rather well this time. I took my time introducing myself to this group, who called themselves the Vigilants of Stendarr, and pickpocketed them for everything they had. They put an unusual amount of trust in me, so I decided to sneak around and steal anything of value in their little hall. When I headed downstairs, into the basement, there was a single Vigilant of Stendarr sitting among many treasures that I couldn’t bear to leave behind. So I stabbed her. These mages must have been particularly perceptive because they heard her screams from upstairs, and quickly rushed to her aid. Unfortunately for them, I am unparalleled when it comes to my skill in combat, so I took them all out with ease. There was a lot of blood, but there was also a lot of gold. And that’s what I do this for.

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Anora, a redguard pirate. Entry one.

Left Dawnstar today to pursue a bandit chief who had an unusually large bounty on his head. I didn’t know anything about him, except that I was going to kill him. Upon leaving town, I headed south, naturally, and less than two hundred paces down the road I spotted a statue atop a cliff to the west. It piqued my interest, so I took a detour in its direction. When I arrived in front of the statue, I recognised it to be a shrine to Dibella and took a moment to pray at the shrine. The gods aren’t of much importance to me, but the extra boost to my speechcraft will surely be useful when I return to town to collect my bounty and more importantly, sell any wares I picked up on my short journey out of town. Besides, the ability to coerce any target of my pleasing into doing as I ask will never stop being satisfying.