Ba 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

Ah cwumbels day kill Sepsem before I dere. No soel for Ba, no Emper soel for Ba. Now whar git Emper soel? If no crucnh den get soel, but must crunch. Neckst no crunch. Ba hugry.

- Ba gra-Yagarz

Thalion 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

Septim is dead, and the Amulet of King's is in my hands. It's a curious necklace, it's as if a part of it refuses to be worn. I should take it back to the Isles and see what Gilcalmo can make of it, get out before these damned humans decide to stick me back in that dungeon. Yet I feel that there may be some truth to what the old man said. Dagon is on the move.

- Thalion

Mandalador 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

Patrol on the outskirts of Skingrad tonight. Handled a few wolves and a small band of bandits.

- Mandalador

Finn 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

We've arrived in Anvil, and I can say that this will be the last time I ride on a boat with a living cargo. Filch is bad enough on his own, he doesn't need twenty sheep helping him stink up the place.

Dahlia agreed that it would be best if she stayed with the ship in order to deflect any unwanted attention from the locals while I seek out the resting place of old Captain Dugal. If my informant is correct, the cavern should be somewhere in the depths beneath the Castle. If all goes to plan, tomorrow we will be rich beyond our wildest dreams.

- Finn

Feebo 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

You're too old, they said. That bow is too rusty, they said. They all doubted me, they all wrote me off, but look at me now! I did it! I made it to the Imperial City and fought in the Arena! I believe I can die happy now, which may well be quite soon as they want all the Pit Dogs back tomorrow for another round of fights. I can hardly wait!

- Feebo

Saevius 001

27th of Last Seed, 3E 433

The little ones love when I tell this story. 

Our Father, Constantius Rulician, was no mere farmer in his youth. Nay, he was decorated warrior, one who helped right our beloved Cyrodiil during the aftermath of the calamity that was Jagar Tharn. From the Colovian Highlands to the edge of the Blackwood, Father hunted dreaded beasts and cleared vile dens of the filth that arose from Tharn's grasp of the province. One such feat occurred right here, just outside our home of Cropsford...

Our neighbors, Aloys and Callia, along with Callia's father, Barthel, had recently left High Rock due to the strange occurrences surrounding the Warp in the West in hopes of finding a new life on the outskirts of the Imperial City. They bought the land we live on today but soon found that it was quite inhospitable due to the warring goblin clans of Cracked Wood Cave and Timberscar Hollow. Unable to defend themselves from the frequent onslaught they faced from both sides, the trio of settlers took their final stand, praying to Arkay as the Rock Biter and Bloody Hand approached from both sides...

At that moment, armor gleaming in the sunlight, Father rode up on Rei, his trusty steed, and lopped off the head of the closest goblin with his steel great-sword, Vir. Quickly dismounting, he drew his second great-sword of silver, Vit, and with a devastating whirl ended four more approaching goblins. Angry and uncertain, both goblin tribes charged Father, hoping to end this new threat before returning to their petty war. Unfortunately for them, Father was up to the task. Both blades dancing, father moved back and forth, taking out members from both tribes until finally it was just him and the two opposing Shamans...

Pointing Vir at one and Vit at the other, Father let out of roaring boom, "This ends here! You will return from whence you came peacefully, or you will face the same fate as your brethren!" Screaming in anger, both Shamans jumped backwards and began to prepare their final spells that would assuredly break this human warrior apart. Too far now to reach both goblins in time, father looked to the sky, lifted both his blades above his head, and with the strength of two men, flung each blade straight at the opposing spell casters. There was no time for the shamans to react as each blade sank straight into their hearts, ending both of their lives and their war simultaneously...

- Saevius

J'Pummra 001

27th of Last Seed, 2E 582

Razam-Dar has handed this one an empty book in which to write as an attempt to help with the recuperation. Despite what he says, it must be difficult for a Khajiit such as he to see one fall from the empty sky during a terrible hurricane and not receive a proper story accompanying it. He believes that this one suffers from amnesia, perhaps it was a hit on the head from the fall. Alas, if only it were as simple as all that.  A removal of these memories would truly be a blessing from the Great Cat himself. 

- J'Pummra

Asterio 002

27th of Last Seed, 2E 582

The storm came out of nowhere and ripped our fleet apart. Decades of craftsmanship lost in mere hours... such a travesty. Much of the crew is dead, and there is no sign of Cirion. Liette's body was laying next to me, picked apart by Mudcrabs.

- Asterio

Martigan 002

27th of Last Seed, 2E 582

The rescue went off without a hitch. Lerisa can be mighty nasty when she's in the mood, that poison she fed Helane could eat through even Mekag's stomach. I wasn't about to give her the antidote though, not after what she did to my ship. This plan of Kaleen's better be damn worth it, the price has already been high enough.

- Martigan

Stain-On-Plank 002

27th  of Last Seed, 2E 582

I came back to the Blade early this morning, early enough for the Captain and the crew to still be deep in their cups at The Fish Stink. Just to make sure I was safe, I peeked in Jemalsorr's cabin, and I'm glad I did because there was a shady looking skulker poking about in the Captain's trunk. That reminds me, I need to ask him how he got past that lock...

- Shawazanajeex