This is the travel journal of Merandin Biencel, a young man who passes the border into Skyrim fleeing a troubled past.
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 1 by ThomasLess, literature
Literature
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 1
Edited for publication by Vigilant Oriella
I have found this notebook in Gerdur's house, and when I asked her she proved willing to part with it. I have never kept a journal before, but I feel the urge to do so now. Perhaps I am just looking for a way to sort my thoughts. So much has happened, and the road ahead is shrouded in darkness.
My name is Merandin Biencel, second son of Duke Fillipe Biencel of Duskmote, a small duchy in the High Rock kingdom of Wayrest. But such titles matter little now. I have fled the fires of Duskmote Castle, and I am but an ashen husk of who I was.
When the Imperial Legion caught me crossing the border i
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 2 by ThomasLess, literature
Literature
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 2
Edited for publication by Vigilant Oriella
Caught a glimpse of my reflection in the dirty water of the canal on our way to the temple this morning. Hardly recognized the face. I am not the same young man who escaped the burning castle in High Rock. He was little more than a boy with hardly a hair on his chin. My own beard has become peppered with gray, of late. And the crow's feet are new. Would Sibastion even recognize me, were he alive? No, I guess not. Not because of my face, but because of who I am. The young rebel cared for little else than gaining his big brother's approval. And here I am, in the service of a Divine. Well, he always di
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 3 by ThomasLess, literature
Literature
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 3
Edited for publication by Vigilant Oriella
Hidden among the snowy peaks west of Winterhold we have found it at last: Alftand. I realize that I have been here before, during my misadventure with Erandur years ago. This was where we found the bodies of an ill-fated expedition to the ruin. They are still here. There can be no hope of finding them alive now, however – not after all this time.
*
We have clawed our way through Alftand – through the primitive, blind Falmer as well as through old dwarven machines still bent on deterring intruders – and we have made it down into Blackreach.
It is a wondrous place &
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 4 by ThomasLess, literature
Literature
A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 4
Edited for publication by Vigilant Oriella
It is worse than I feared. Not only is Sinding a werewolf – an abominable plague that must be burned from the world – but he is also in possession of a ring given to him by the Daedric Lord Hircine. This artifact makes the beasts transformations violent and unpredictable – even more so than they would ordinarily have been.
What is worse, as I was questioning Sinding, he transformed – and managed to break through the window of his cell. Erandur and I were unable to stop him, and now the monster is at large. We must find him. We must hunt him down like the animal that he