» Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:59 pm
But it's perfect for roleplaying an insane character. (Half-joking.)
Ah, imagine you find this in a cave:
Frantic Journal Entry
I can no longer keep track of the date; it is April, no, it is Rain's Hand. April is not a word. Not a word. Not a word.
I do not know the day.
Traveling through this rugged land, I sometimes wonder if this world is not all a trick of Sheogorath. Or worse things. People act as if we have never met before. Guards seem to suffer from memory loss. Many of them are injured in the same place. How is this possible?
My own spouse does not recognize me. Mammoths fall from the sky. Everyone repeats themselves to me, even if we have just spoken. The people are as frozen as the tundra, unchanging, unyielding. It grows worse each day. Sometimes I see objects appear from nowhere, brooms suddenly sweeping, tankards quaffed...I fear that I am affected as well. Mammoths fall from the sky. Today I wore two daggers, yet only had on one sheath. And when I reached for the dagger on my right hip, it appeared from the air itself. Mammoths fall from the sky.Others must be warned. They must look out for the signs, for the signs, for the pines.
No, this isn't right. That's not what I meant to put down. What I wished to say is that mammot --
The journal entry ends abruptly in splashes of blood and ink. One or two smeared fingerprints cover the final half-written page. Looking through the remaining pages reveals only blankness, nothing more.
On the way out of the cave, you spot something odd in the clouds.