the Journals #1 : V

» Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:02 am

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Sparrow's Journal
Description: Helgen, Riverwood, Whiterun, Windhelm, Butcher, Ulfric, Susanna the Wicked.

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Ralof helped me escape the dragon in Helgen, so I returned a favour by getting the Jarl in Whiterun to send guards to Riverwood in case of a dragon attack.
The Jarl and his annoying wizard wanted something 'in return' of course, so I listened and I said I would do it because it didn't really sound like much of a problem.
But I had other things on my mind, I needed answers, so I took the carriage over to Windhelm insted because Ralof told me that it was Ulfric that found me before the Imperial guards caught us all but Ralof had no idea where he found me and as I only remember sitting in front of Ralof on the way to get my head chopped off .. I needed answers ..

After a not so long trip on the carriage to Windhelm from Whiterun.
I went thru the gates of Windhelm, there was nothing but problems and racism to be found within Windhelm. I took the time to rent a bed in Candleheart Hall as I figured I would stay here a few days. But what I did not expect was to meet this beautiful, gorgeous woman in the kitchen. Her name was Susanna the Wicked but she didn't know who I was (heck, I didn't know who I was) .. but before I got the chance to talk to her, she was murdered by the butcher. That night was the longest night I could remember, tho it was my second night I could remember but still, what would happen next was not expected, this was far from over, I wanted to revenge her death. I took.. *end of journal for now*

Last update: 08:22 PM | 03.06.2012

» Fri Jun 15, 2012 4:13 am

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As i reached deadmans cairn i saw farkas standing at the entrance,i drew a breath of reluctance for this was to be my trial, my attempt to show my mettle to the great warriors of javaskkr. we spoke for a few minutes, it felt like hours, as each word of warning sunk in i knew i was either going to come out as a proven warrior, or a dead carcass slumped on my shield brothers back. But even so, i venture on for what else may i have to live for family, friends? Nay.

This may be my last entry, Shor be With us.
Astien.

» Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:12 am

Bumpity Bump

» Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:04 am

----------Journal of a Deadric Whelp----------

Day One: Oblivion, Background, Deadra, Molaq Bol

Spoiler

In the realm of Molaq Bol, creepy is only an understatement. The dead tormented in a continues game that Molaq likes to play. No escape in death, no escape in life, only escape is to become a Deadric Whelp. Thats exactly what Sondil did. Sondil was once a tormented soul lost in Molaq's realm. But he found a way to overpower his demonic torture, and in exchange was granted the title of Whelp, by Molaq Bol. Sondil had many more plans for himself tho.

The wickedness of the realm corrupted his mind. Over thousands of years Sondil became more and more powerful. Molaq, started finding this as a threat. Molaq held an unfair tournament to try to kill Sondil, while still keeping things entertaining. Sondil was heavily outmatched. Thousands of deadra, and other demonic creatures swarmed into the makeshift arena. Just as Sondil became surronded and Molaq's grin grew, an odd orange light began to glow from inside Sondil. Sondil erupted in a ball of fire, consuming all the souls of the demonic creatures around him. There souls flowed into Sondil.

Sondil turned around looking at Molaq with a wicked grin. Molag was not happy, but since he had made a deal, with all the other dearic princes approval, he had to follow up on it. Sondil, the Deadric Whelp, would become a Deadric Lord, right hand to Molag Bol. Not an Enforcer, but a close protector of the secrets to Molag Bol himself.

Lord Sondil, now in a position to take the throne of Molag Bol was ready to strike. Lord Sondil walked with Molag Bol as he wandered his plain of oblivion, gawking at the gruesome sights. What could kill a deadric prince, that had been on Lord Sondil's mind for over a hundred years now, since he got the position of Deadric Lord. He never really got an answer but thought it had something to do with there plain of oblivion. If he could tear it down from the inside, maybe Molag Bol will become weakened, and die.

Little did Lord Sondil know, Molag knew Sondils plans from the begining. Now it was time for all the events to fall into place. As Sondil walked into the circular spire, he blacked out. Distant voices could be heard, all speaking of what idiotic action he was just about to do. It seemed to be a council of sorts, they were arguing over a punishment for Lord Sondil. Distinguishly he could hear Molag pleading for Sondil to be killed, and his body used as an enforcer, turned into a Vampire Lord under direct control of Molag Bol.

"In due time, Bol... I sense his future... he will become a great servant to you once again...", a mysterious voice said.

Then like a light in the darkness the deadric princess Meridia spoke. "He shall be cast down to the mortal realm of Nirn, stripped of all his powers, and sent into the lowleist body. If he wishes to regain his power, he must come and find each of us Deadric Princes, and Princesses... and he must restore our reign on Nirn. Our powers have been dwindling recently, and we could use someone to restore them, and only a mortal will do." Sondil passed out once more.

Thanks for reading, if you read all that :smile: