These works are the culmination of a year or more of game play and were written in-game using the most excellent mod, Take Notes.
And so I end this journal. It has been almost two years, but finally the war has come to an end and the vampires are no more. I now sit in my refuge near Parthurnaax and the other dragons. There is a lifetime of learning to be done...
For the first time in what seems a lifetime, I can feel again! It was almost immediate once Falion had completed the rites. The first thing that I remember was the cold.
Paarthurnax has opened my eyes to new ways, yet if I remain in the dark, away from the light, how will I ever truly see?
I've taken time here in Blackreach to organize myself and my thoughts. I've also asked Violet to work on to Chitin armor I collected. Considering my decision to go up against dragons, so I've decided that a heavier armor might be better suited for the occasion.
Well, *Mjoll*, I'll find your piece of shit sword and just maybe I'll sell the fucking thing for pennies, just so you have to buy it back! Or, maybe I'll hang on to it...or let Violet melt it down
I went to the Autumn Watch Tower to destroy the dragon there, hoping to capture its soul. However, as I stand there, Miraak shows up, like some ghost, and steals it from me!
I've returned to Skyrim, now that I believe that I have the Skaal placated, at least for now. I need to return back to The Deep and make sure that everything is in place as well as get rid of some things.
I decided to go back to The Deep for a couple days before heading out to Solstheim. We were attacked a couple of times, but nothing my guards couldn't handle. And the rest was well needed. I stayed for the better part of a week, and decided to send out my trusted emissaries out to strengthen our relations with The Pale.
As I was leaving Ivarstaed, after visiting the Greybeards, I ran into a great deal of unexpected trouble. Three men, dressed in some sort of ceremonial garb, with bone masks assaulted me. They claimed to be in the service of someone called Miraak. I found a note on one of them, but have not had a chance to read it. This may prove to be a problem in my quest for the thrown.