So this gets the writing caught up to the gameplay. Though that probably won't last long.
Kris
Entry 12
There is always a worry, a inherent danger in serving the will of another. Especially when you serve something that has power beyond your comprehension. At most, serving a Jarl, a King, may see you stabbed in the back, or killed in your service. But if you devote your life to the service of a Daedric Prince? Perhaps you prosper, as it seems Araena has. But is equally possible that you do not. That in whatever pursuit is put before you, you perish. Or even worse, whatever usefulness you once had, you suddenly lose. Becoming nothing more than a pawn that they are perhaps all too willing to sacrifice. I wonder if I would ever be this unlucky. I cannot say.
But I can say just that for Septimus. Even with this ravings, it could be said that he did not deserve his fate. Even so, I understand. I will not be someone who takes a narrow view, and believes that anything outside that range is too much to comprehend. Anyway, after the puzzle box was open, which did so in a way I could not possibly have expected – the rings on it's exposed face spinning until they formed a perfect circle, and then pulling back like the extension of a telescope, until finally a few feet away the remainder fell, exposing the contents of the box. Not supposedly the “Heart of a God” like Septimus thought, but a book on a pedestal.
I barely had time to stare at the book before I watched the man rise into the air, and then fall to the ground as nothing more than ashes.
The book itself was, odd. It was bound in various pieces of....leather? No the texture is different....WHAT? Oh. I see. How some would see this. Okay. Fine. The book is bound, not in leather, but in the skin of each Elven race.
When I turned to leave, I found myself staring at that creepy form of Hermaeous Mora again. I'll admit that I have a few doubts. But what I notice is this – nothing I've been tasked with, seems to be beyond my limits. Not arbitrary ones, like not wanting to work with Daedra, but rather just not wanting to, say, kill someone for no reason. Also I would guess that by this point, it is time for some kind of reward, not more to do.
“Now you have my Oghma Infinium. It contains the knowledge of the ages as revealed to Xarses, my loyal servant. For hundreds of years it's been shut away from the world. Septimus was a useful tool for unleashing it. Now it is in your hands. Let us work wonders together....”
With this, the shadowy, bubbling form vanished. Leaving me holding this book. YES I KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS. But....it's a book. You...read it. Uh, feels like I am seriously going insane. Or maybe just acting like a Telvanni, at least as far as Aranea mentioned of them once. Even with the danger, the knowledge could be useful.
Oh.
Whoa. Yes it is. You know, I think I almost know how to do it. I've been trying to consider what I should do with all the Dragon bones and scales I've been collecting, and I think I know what. I just need a little more time.
I returned to the hall, and after a meal, nearly shut myself in that cellar. Over the next few hours I hammered out molten metals, forged into billets, shaping them into blades – most of these for display around the house, though they were functional. Forging various metals into jewelry, the kind that would be worn by royalty. Only towards morning, I figured it out. The exact method to create armor and weapons from Dragon Scales and Bones. Perhaps a feat that no Blacksmith in Skyrim could achieve, but I did it.
I made a fairly light set of armor for Aranea. My own was heavier, but I think I can deal with that. Also, I created a new blade, one similar in design to the one I took from Illianta's Deep, Azurabrand. Do not ask me how I made this new blade glow.
After I gave it to her, I spent the rest of the day thinking. Even with meals, it was on my mind. As it was from the moment I picked up the scroll in that tower. I barely noticed when I feel asleep, but the next morning, I made the choice. I suited myself up, asking Lydia to accompany me and Aranea, and headed out. The trip to High Hrothgar took some time, the nervousness, excitement, and apprehension building with every step. Within a few hours it could all be over, it could be a turning point, or it could simply do nothing. Even with the fear, I was not alone.
I stared at the gate leading to the path way up the rest of the mountain. This day will change things, if nothing else.
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