This is most likely the pre-lude to another fan-fic I might write, depending on if people like the characters and what not, it's a diary about a young, rather dim Khajit male called Kerl and his adventures in skyrim, that's all that's really needed to know, also, just to add, Teleth Oralth is my main, so when he is mentioned: Keep that in mind.


-----------------Kerl's Journal----------------------


8th of Evening Star, 4E 200, 23:14pm.

My eye is still causing me pain and now it's going bloodshot, too. People keep thinking I'm a skooma addict, plus being a Khajit doesn't help that either.
I hate living here, I hate Skyrim and the Stormcoats or Skycloaks, whatever it is they're called. But then again the Imperials aren't much better, they're all bigots, really.

Anyway, the job went well today, I made 400 coin from that house in Riften, plus I've got this old...metal...thing from the place too, dragged it all the way back to Riverwood.
Don't know what it is; looks Dwemer. I'll probably flog it to Brynjolf next time I see him for a few septims, either way, going to bed now.


10th of Evening Star, 4E 200, 11:15am.

Someone was banging on my door last night but was gone before I managed to answer it, rather strange, but then again these Nords are a strange people, so it doesn't surprise me that they might
get a kick out of banging their fists on a door: "I am Nord, I am now bang wood, hur-hur-hur". Idiots.

Anyway, I didn't manage to flog the old artifact like I'd hoped, apparently Brynjolf said it's not even worth keeping, don't know why he thinks so, but I think I can still probably sell it to someone if I just tell them-
Of the obvious significance of such an item. I mean, it's not like I'm lieing about it being valuable, just embellishing it's true value until it becomes...oh who even cares? I'm going to sell it to a fool who doesn't know what in Oblivion it is. Tell him it's a pleasure-machine crafted by the Ancient Dwemer consorts of the Emperor Bek, that'll work.

11th of Evening Star, 4E 200, 15:23pm.

Well this was an awful day. Some Elven bag of mammoth excrement STOLE the artifact. What THIEF gets ROBBED? Argh, but not to worry, apparently some of my...associates, know his face and know where to find him. Looks like that pointy eared fool will be getting a visit. Hmmm, which dagger should I take?

In the morning...we're off to Whiterun.


12th of Evening Star, 4E 200, 12:00pm.

I can see Whiterun in the distance now, but thought I'd update my journal with new information on our Dunmer friend. Vex managed to name him, he's called "Teleth" or something of the sort. He lives with his dog in some shack in the city. Will update you when I've finished with him.



20th of Evening Star, 4E 200, 12:00pm

Oh Divines help me, this man is crazy. I've only just managed to get back to writing this journal, but Jaraa-Ka and Ferelnyr are dead, DEAD. I'm currently stuck in this mad-man's personal prison.
He built an entre entire dungeon under his house. It's madness. Plus, I think he contacts the Daedra...and I think...I think they work with him. But I don't know. But I did find scribblings in-
a strange language, I think it's some ancient Elven language but I'm not sure. If I die...but someone finds this journal, I've attached his scribblings to the Journal for you.

Abagaianye Ada, Balangua Na Meldi As Naga
Daedra Auran Angu Ry Atar Auran Welke.
Balangua Na #-....

I have to go now.