Daggerfall

Session 1: The 1st through the 2nd of Morningstar, 3E, 405th Year.
By Broan Gro Atumhash

[A pristine book of bleached leather is filled with elegant parchment, fit for a proper regaling of the glories of Talos and the battles there in.]

[Entry 1]

1st of Morningstar, 3E, 405th Year.

Glory be to Talos, he that strengthens my foes and weaves my glory. Thankful is thy servant for these hallowed and blessed pages to record thy holy doctrine of battle.

Let it be hence forth known that the servant Broan gro-Atumhash does hereby solemnly swear to only record words worthy of your glory and honor upon these pages. Let no lesser battle, nor incompetent warrior’s story sully these pages. This servant hopes that he will serve you properly and true in all his acts.

While I tend to write my stories better with blade and battle, it is part of my holy duties to properly chronicle the history of this conquest. Beset by your worthy descendant the Emperor, we did become shipwrecked.
Long did our humble ship battle the mighty storm. Our weapons rope, wood and men. Our defeat final and sacred. We arrived upon a strangled cove of rock and filth.

The others that accompany my holy duties as a Blade to your line, have yet to truly prove themselves, to be worthy of mention within these texts. Save for one.

Azagoth Valen’s talent with a blade are worthy of your eye Talos, as well as your blessing, although our time has been brief and our battles meager, he has set upon your gifts with vigor befitting that of the faithful.
Because of that Talos I ask you for guidance to guide him towards the call of all true warriors.

As for combat on this day, there is only one of any true worthy mention. An imp of daedric origin, using its magics most tactically did, at least for a moment, beset us with annoyance.
I mention this creature for the hammering blows of my fellows were hardly enough to break it and for its resilience I offer my respect. However, with your heartbeat in step with mine, I did call down the might of the first emperor and drove the beast through.

That is unfortunately all I truly have to offer the story of our adventure thus far. I beg you Talos, send more dangers to me your servant Broan gro-Atumhash! I ask you this so that my own might my grow enough that your light of pride might shine upon me one day.

-In Talos name!

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Session 2: The 2nd through the 8th of Morningstar, 3E, 405th Year.
By Marella

A brown leather book with a small lock on the front, the name Marella’s Journal is written on the front in common. The language used in the book is Dunmeris, the hand writing in the book is neat.

Marella’s log star date 2 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

We have been down here for a full day now and lucky none of us have died. We have had a few close calls with the quiet orc and the other dunmer. Thankfully the other orc Broan and the Imperial woman are on good terms with their respective divine. The divine blessings of those two have kept us all alive, so far. If there is a way out and we don’t run out of food, we may just survive the mix of monsters and men that seem determined to kill us.

Marella’s log star date 3 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

We are sleeping down here again, just barely survived that fight with those skeletons. There is still a door in this room and one back in the hall we just came from. There is also a handle on the throne in here, probably leads to a secret exit or a pit trap. We will find out come tomorrow.

Marella’s log star date 4 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

Another day in the dark tunnels, never been so glad I have night eyes in my life. Azagoth is unconscious again, as was Avery this time. Khyu’Grym has been infected with a disease from one of the giant rats running around down here. He has been in a trance since he was bitten, I hope he pulls through. The nord and breton that were in the room we are resting in, put up quit the fight. Broan is thankful to Talos for providing him with so many worthy challenges. Personally as long as Talos eventually sees fit to get us out of these tunnels alive, I don’t mind a few of challenges.

Marella’s log star date 5 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

We made it, thank Azura, Talos, and whatever divine or daedric prince any of the others may follow. We found our way out we just barely made it past the last line of monsters guarding the exit. There was some more areas unexplored, but the rest of the group felt that we were in too rough a shape to continue.

Once outside we found our way to a nearby city by the name of Gothway Garden. We have only just gotten here and are resting and recovering from the tunnels. Hopefully once we are all recovered we can continue our mission, but I have a feeling we may need to make some other arrangements, since we are without supplies or financial support. I will have to see what the others think.

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Session 3: Sundas the 8th through Loredas the 14th of Morningstar, 3E, 405th Year.
By Avery Atyalah

1st Letter: 5 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

Dear Farwil,
It’s almost dawn.
Broan’s been shouting
All night long
Talos for hours
Freak storm caught us
Out of the blue
Doing our best
Just make it through
Even with our powers
Ol’ Avery isn’t
Scared too much.
Even though things
Are getting rough.
I march on.
With thoughts of home.

I grab my shield
And guard my buddies
So it’s our foes,
and our blades that’re bloody
And we all laugh
Cause there’s something funny
About last second saves
That fight off the grave.

2nd Letter: 7 Morningstar, third Era, 405th Year.

Dear Farwil

No poem today. We visited the Fighter’s Guild first thing in the morning today. They figured it would be a great way to get some easy coin. Our little adventure would have been a great lesson for you. We found two boars that had broken into someone’s house, and were wrecking the place. Instead of killing the boars in cold blood, we tamed them, leading them out of the town. You will be a ruler one day Farwil. As glorious as the battle to the death can be, the merciful are well remembered by history.

The steel should not be forgotten, but many warriors do not go to battle dreaming of their next; they dream of peace, and the day they can set their blades down. I was worried at first, but it seems even Broan understands where true glory lies. We are headed to a manor to clear out some infestations. Should be more easy work. I will send you another letter upon my return. Don’t worry. I will be back in Cheydinhal soon enough.

Avery

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Letter From Lady Magnessen
Received Tirdas the 10th of Sun's Dawn

I heard about your accident at sea, and feared the worst. Now that I’ve heard you’re alive and well, I would like the opportunity to meet with you and discuss our beloved Emperor’s mission in the Iliac Bay.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Magnessen, the Emperor’s agent in the court of Daggerfall. My position is not so official as an ambassador. None but other agents of the Emperor know of my true affiliation. The Iliac Bay is rife with rebels against the Imperial throne, so your discretion is required.

For the purpose of our meeting, I will take a room at an inn, The Prancing Pig in Lyonel of Daggerfall, for a month. After that, I will no longer be available. I will expect you as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely,
Brisienna, Lady Magnessen

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Session 4: Loredas the 14th Day of Morning Star through Tirdas the 10th of Sun's Dawn, 3E, 405th Year.
By Azagoth Valen

[A simple journal bound in black leather and tied with cord. The book is filled with various illustrations, words wrapping around the pictures, detailing locations, creatures, and allies. The writing seems to be rather succinct, more like research notes with occasional personal entries than an actual journal. On the inside cover is written “The Record of Azagoth Valen, Dunmer of Morrowind, Blade of the Emperor”]

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Meeting With Lady Brisiena
Tirdas the 22nd of Sun's Dawn

Avery met with Lady Magnessen alone in a back room of the Prancing Pig:

“Ah, thank you for responding to my letter. I am Lady Brisienna, sorry for the deception in my name but it was important my identity not get around. Let me bring you to date on affairs. The spectre of King Lysandus haunts the streets of Daggerfall at night. Trying to communicate with him is futile. He will occasionally moan the word “Vengeance,” but that is the only coherent word I have ever heard him utter. If you are ever in Daggerfall, do not wander the city at night. You are certain to be attacked by his legion of ghosts and they will overwhelm ones even as powerful as you. It is futile anyway, no matter how many are killed there seems to be an endless number.

It would probably be more gainful to investigate those who might have wronged Lysandus to find the cause behind his torment. I do not know if the royal family of Daggerfall or another person or persons merit more suspicion. The major powers of the Bay are Sentinel, Wayrest, and Daggerfall, they may be good places to start.

If you are having trouble getting anything from the royal families, you may need to increase your power or your reputation with their court before they will have any dealings with you. If the royalty of the court won’t have anything to do with you try working for one of the lesser nobles in their court. Doing a job or two for one of them should elevate you enough that the crown may then speak with you. Or come back later when you’ve gained some more power, they may just consider you too weak to take on whatever they may need done."

“In the matter of the letter, the Emperor’s agent says that he was unable to hand-deliver it to the Queen because of the war. He hired a courier who supposedly delivered the letter in his stead. We do not even know the name of this courier. Obviously, there is little information of use, but it would be worthwhile to see whether the letter arrived at Castle Daggerfall at all. How you decide to do this is entirely your decision. I will contact you if any new information should surface.

I am leaving Daggerfall soon. My position here has been compromised and my life is in danger. Do not mention my name in court. It is more likely to hurt than help. Good luck, and watch your back."

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Session 5: Tirdas the 10th of Sun's Dawn - Middas The 24th of First Seed, 3E, 405th Year.
By Khyu'Grym Raggswörg

This is leading up to be one of the most complicatedly strange adventures in my life. Sure, there were the trials of the giants, and I did that roaming work for the blades… but this adventure has been of a different sort. I have lost count of how many poisons and diseases have ravaged my body. My memory isn’t what it used to be, perhaps a side effect of the concussions I’ve suffered. More than a handful of times, my life has been saved by one of my compatriots. I have never once used the term friend since Victoria left… at least, not until recently. For the first time in years, I feel like I have a purpose. As the blood pours from my wounds, and my friends battle at my sides, I feel alive!

Recently, I renewed my membership with the Fighter’s Guild, and the group did a few odd jobs here and there, trying to make enough coin to scrape by. With the coin coming in, I’ve been able to party a little – in my own way.

Come to find out, not all partying is good for you. One night, I got piss drunk and wandered around the forest nearby, singing to the moon and the stars. Next thing I know, I’m hung over in the bed of this ugly maiden – at least I hope “she” was a maiden, but I did not stay long enough to check – and nearly a week has passed. I should be more careful buying liquor and smokes from black market dealers. That shit might get me killed faster than any ghosts.

Ghosts… now that’s a thought, isn’t it? They say that Daggerfall city is absolutely full of them at night. I would like to believe that it is some kind of bullshit hoax perpetrated by some temple or another, but I know better. My sword arm quivers with both fear and anticipation at the mere thought of going toe-to-toe with such a thing. Even when I think things through, my heart longs for combat. They say that such cravings are in the blood of every Orsimer.

But back to my story. We get this crazy letter from someone – don’t remember the name, but they said it was a woman working for the Emperor – claiming to be on our side. We curried along down the paths, and some idiots decided to attack us. Had it been me, I’d have used better ambush tactics. Of course, had it been me, I’d probably not attack a sizable group with only two people. It was poorly thought out; no wonder they followed the lunatic prince. I felt a little sorry for the dunmer woman, because she was a pretty little thing, but her boyfriend – thing – pissed me off when he charged at me. So I cut their heads off and threw them somewhere into the forest. We spent the rest of the afternoon burying a poor traveler that they’d murdered.

So the woman we were going to go see. She was waiting for us at this tavern called the Prancing Pig. I had to stop and stare at the sign when we got there. I thought they bullshitting when they said that this was our destination. Luckily, we didn’t stay there long enough to get into any real trouble. Our lovely priestess Avery went to the back room for a meeting, Marella went to the “other” back room looking for some “company,” Azagoth went about being all mysterious and quiet again, and Broan… my god that oaf would pick a fight with his mirror reflection if he thought it didn’t praise Talos as well as he did. I drank in a corner while watching him man-hug a bunch of other Orsimer that talked about Malacath. In comparison, I’d much rather hear a sermon about Talos.

Well, sermon we did hear! We were told we needed to get in good with the noble houses, and that the best way to do that would be… to be knighted. The entire walk. The entire fucking walk through god-awful forests, in the middle of winter, was filled with Broan’s shouting and boasting. He kept challenging the creatures of the forest, even the damn rabbits and squirrels, to test his mettle. Or was it metal? I can’t remember now… thankfully, we didn’t meet anything to take him up on his offer.

So we met with the knightly order, and what do they ask us to do? Kill a damn dragon. A dragon of all things! Pardon me while I get my dragon killing sword and my dragon killing armor. Oh, and maybe while I’m at it, they can kiss my dragon killing ass… is what I’d like to say to them, but on the other hand, this might be a profitable business venture. Avery saw this as well, and she signed us up to bring the Mage’s Guild some dragon’s scales. Next we went by the Fighter’s Guild to try and get them in on this venture as well. I’ll get back to this point in a moment, but for now, the adventure they sent us on.

Find the guy, blah blah blah, do a job. Typical guild business, and nothing we couldn’t handle. Except the contact was dead on arrival, and there were some spellcasters in there who – frankly – pissed me off. I don’t care that the contact is dead, because I got paid, but you could at least have the finesse to pretend you weren’t caught red handed. Another bunch of lowlifes with a poorly thought out plan, this time they were Dark Brotherhood rejects. When the first one dropped, and we had the second one surrounded, I made a simple taunt. I told him that he could still turn himself in.

I didn’t think he’d take me seriously! dude just dropped everything he was doing, threw his hands up, and asked us to take him to jail. We did just that, making sure to leave the house exactly as we found it. So yeah. Dark Brotherhood goon behind bars, we made our way back to the guild. They complained and griped about the dead contact, but hey. They understood that it wasn’t our fault, and they threw in some spare change for our efforts.

Eh… then came the funny shit. You see, on the way back, Avery asked me all sorts of odd questions. Things about what parts of the dragon can do what. I told her that most of the parts could be used for something or another, and that back home, we even had this food made of dragon testicles and mountain flowers. Said to boost your libido or some shit like that. I didn’t really believe it, but Avery’s eyes looked like they would fall out of her skull. It looked like she could already hear the coins jingling in her pouch.

It made me laugh so fucking hard when the guy called her a blatant liar and a cheat. She was able to convince him that it was legitimate business, but I think they’re suspicious of us again. Either way, we have skulls to split and money to make. Next stop; a mysterious dark tower with a pissed off dragon!

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Session 6: Middas The 24th of First Seed , 3E, 405th Year - Loredas The 27th of First Seed , 3E, 405th Year
By Broan Gro Atumhash

[A pristine book of bleached leather is filled with elegant parchment, fit for a proper regaling of the glories of Talos and the battles there in.]

[Entry 2]

5th -6th of First Seed, 3E, 405th Year.

Oh mighty Talos, long have my dreams been spent fighting along your holy battlefields, glory intertwined and life well spent.
This servant fears his life will be spent fighting boring and quite frankly insultingly easy battles, til I may die in bed, old of age and heavy of heart.

Please my Hero-King, I beg of you to send a worthy battle, one whose record will be worthy of these pages, one whom shall not fail to please.

24th of First Seed, 3E, 405th Year.

By Talos’ finely polished greatsword!

I have been given instruction by the Order of the Ravens, as a requirement to join thier order, to slay a dragon!
My heart it sings Talos! My blood thunders with a chance to truly prove myself.

Please dearest Talos, I beg of you, let diplomacy fail, let the beast be prepared, let the battle chatter be saucy and as always, its end bring you great pleasure.

I, Broan gro-Atumhash, do hereby solemnly swear that tomorrow my story might just truly begin!

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Session 7: Loredas The 27th of First Seed , 3E, 405th Year - Middas The 11th of Rain's Hand
By Azagoth Valen

The first half of this tower was a blur to me. After the shock of battle had faded we realized the true danger lie beyond; this white dragon that we were sent here to slay. We could sense it’s chilling presence, waiting to taste our warm blood.

We did not expect it to have company. We battled against some foul woman and the scaled beast. The dragon blasted us with its frost breath but our preparations paid off and we were unscathed. Seeing it’s cowardly tactics ineffective, it began circling around using its reach advantage, while the wench was distracting half of the group with a wicked axe.

Seeing this beast in action I realized the folly of engaging it alone from close range and began to poke at it with a pole-arm as it evaded Broan and his fervent screams to Talos. The dragon instead settled on Khyu-Grym, lashing out with all of it’s attacks.

However; the beast was still a beast and all beasts bleed. Broan pierced its scaly hide and began to pull it towards the ground. I dropped my pole-arm and drew my trusted blade. I was not quick enough though and the beast delivered a mighty blow to Khyu-Grym; a blow that would have dropped most warriors, yet Khyu-Grym held fast (I still do not know if it was bravery or foolishness, or perhaps he was too stubborn to fall) but he did not survive the rest of the onslaught and was rent before our very eyes. Then my blade struck home and the creature fell.

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We held a proper farewell for Kyhu-Grym. We also went back to the mages guild, hopefully we do not get shown out right away this time. There is much the mages guild can offer if only the group would realize this. Perhaps in time they will see that swords are not always the best answer.

As promised we returned to the Order of the Raven. They seemed pleased and somewhat surprised that we made it back (for the most part). The Baron and Baroness were also pleased but I did notice the Baroness’ body language was slightly less composed. Turns out she knew Khyu-Grym and was saddened to hear about his untimely end. I assured her that he died valiantly.

The Ravens mentioned something about a Butcher Bird Camp setting Broan into a frenzy, so much so he was smashing the wall with his head. So after rallying up some supplies we are ready to head out.

We have already lost so many allies in the short time that we have been on this quest. Serasate fell in the dungeon when we crashed, Khyu-Grym in battle with the beast, and now the cowardice of Marella as she stole away in the night. It matters not if all my allies fall. Azagoth Valen will remain vigilant in this task for his Emperor!

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Letter Received From Priness Morgiahs of Wayrest
Sundas the 1st of Second Seed 3E, 405th Year

Dear Azagoth & Company,

My eyes and ears abroad say that you are interested in the fate of
a certain letter. Any emperor should not be so careless, nor should
a queen. You really should come visit me in Castle Wayrest when you have the chance. I have some most interesting tidbits that I am sure you would enjoy hearing.

—Morgiah
Princess of Wayrest

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