A Return to Writing
After a long hiatus, it seems Lady Winmar is once again recording her innermost thoughts into a specially handcrafted journal. It is personalized with the stamping of her name. The unique design also includes holders for her personal elixirs. As to what exactly is contained in these mixtures, well that remains unknown.
When Aililth travels, she usually tucks the journal away into her satchel for safe keeping.
((This journal is constantly updated! It should be noted, however, it doesn't contain any of the OOC insight that the House Decentinus thread includes.))
When Aililth travels, she usually tucks the journal away into her satchel for safe keeping.
((This journal is constantly updated! It should be noted, however, it doesn't contain any of the OOC insight that the House Decentinus thread includes.))
The Lady's Guard: Winston
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Fredas, 25th of the Second Seed, 2E 586
I am becoming increasingly unhinged by Winston's constant presence. I can feel his eyes on me at all times, a relentless gaze I want to escape. Even when he is not supposed to be there, I sense him watching me. It's like a million miniature shalks crawling on my bare flesh. Oh, I shudder at the mere thought! I dare not to mention it to Volund because I realize how ridiculous it would sound if I were to speak on it. My own guard makes me feel unsettled. He has become like one of my father's guards...
Perhaps, it is time to have him reassigned. Not that I am in any hurry to have another person following my every move, it makes it difficult to breathe. I just want to feel free again.
Fredas, 25th of the Second Seed, 2E 586
I am becoming increasingly unhinged by Winston's constant presence. I can feel his eyes on me at all times, a relentless gaze I want to escape. Even when he is not supposed to be there, I sense him watching me. It's like a million miniature shalks crawling on my bare flesh. Oh, I shudder at the mere thought! I dare not to mention it to Volund because I realize how ridiculous it would sound if I were to speak on it. My own guard makes me feel unsettled. He has become like one of my father's guards...
Perhaps, it is time to have him reassigned. Not that I am in any hurry to have another person following my every move, it makes it difficult to breathe. I just want to feel free again.
Merchant Lady: Lady Yiss Chasseur
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Turdas, 31st of the Second Seed, 2E 586
She called herself "Lady Yiss Chasseur. Master of Chasseur-Laurent Trading Enterprises." Dressed in an ivory silk gown she proclaimed her desire to work for Volund. She tried to portray herself as a savvy businesswoman with an impressive skill list, however, I am skeptical she can do all she claims. One thing is for certain, I will have to keep my eyes on this woman who had the audacity to state she was "just so eager to slob on the Lord's knob." Things are not always as they appear and there is something peculiar about this woman. Perhaps, I will secretly enlist the aid of one of my more experienced and specialized contacts to put my concerns to rest. First, I think I will persuade Volund to join me for some needed personal enjoyment.
Turdas, 31st of the Second Seed, 2E 586
She called herself "Lady Yiss Chasseur. Master of Chasseur-Laurent Trading Enterprises." Dressed in an ivory silk gown she proclaimed her desire to work for Volund. She tried to portray herself as a savvy businesswoman with an impressive skill list, however, I am skeptical she can do all she claims. One thing is for certain, I will have to keep my eyes on this woman who had the audacity to state she was "just so eager to slob on the Lord's knob." Things are not always as they appear and there is something peculiar about this woman. Perhaps, I will secretly enlist the aid of one of my more experienced and specialized contacts to put my concerns to rest. First, I think I will persuade Volund to join me for some needed personal enjoyment.
Heathens: Donia So'Doul & Valethyne Andrano
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That infuriating Dunmer that Volund calls his "sister" is back. She has yet to learn her place or to mind her own business. I still can not fathom how she believes she has any control over Volund. The two troublesome heathens more than tried my patience this evening. My hands are still shaking, making it difficult to hold the quill. Thankfully, Illia assisted in the removal of one of them. But Valethyne's habitual disrespect will need to be dealt with immediately. I simply will not tolerate her interference or disrespect any longer. Certainly not in our own home.
That infuriating Dunmer that Volund calls his "sister" is back. She has yet to learn her place or to mind her own business. I still can not fathom how she believes she has any control over Volund. The two troublesome heathens more than tried my patience this evening. My hands are still shaking, making it difficult to hold the quill. Thankfully, Illia assisted in the removal of one of them. But Valethyne's habitual disrespect will need to be dealt with immediately. I simply will not tolerate her interference or disrespect any longer. Certainly not in our own home.
Unanswered Questions: Niraya
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Sundas, 10th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
I sit here struggling to make sense of this situation regarding Volund and Niraya. Why has Volund hired Niraya as a bard without informing me? Furthermore, what are these "secrets of a nobleman" she keeps for Volund? Why did she refuse to share the details of her contract with me? Why am I not privy to any of this information?
May the Divines help him if he has taken a mistress. I fear what I might be capable of if he has betrayed me. The mere thought has my face burning, hands shaking, and mind racing. A sickness grips my stomach and consumes me. For now, I have cleared my belongings from our room at the manor and have retreated to one of the guest rooms in the left wing of the manor.
I have more questions than answers. I need to make sense of things soon before this sickness leads to regret.
Sundas, 10th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
I sit here struggling to make sense of this situation regarding Volund and Niraya. Why has Volund hired Niraya as a bard without informing me? Furthermore, what are these "secrets of a nobleman" she keeps for Volund? Why did she refuse to share the details of her contract with me? Why am I not privy to any of this information?
May the Divines help him if he has taken a mistress. I fear what I might be capable of if he has betrayed me. The mere thought has my face burning, hands shaking, and mind racing. A sickness grips my stomach and consumes me. For now, I have cleared my belongings from our room at the manor and have retreated to one of the guest rooms in the left wing of the manor.
I have more questions than answers. I need to make sense of things soon before this sickness leads to regret.
Vvardenfell Bound
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Fredas, 15th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
Yesterday we embarked on a journey towards Vvardenfell. Volund estimates it will take a couple weeks for us to arrive. To be honest, I am hoping this trip will help me move forward from the incident between Volund and Niraya. I won't lie, I am still unsettled Volund kept secrets from me. Although, I understand his reasoning for doing so; it is painfully clear the betrayal in Reapers March still haunts his memories. One day he will understand I am not only his lover and closest friend but also his greatest ally and confidant.
I spent most of yesterday becoming situated with the vessel and speaking with Volund. I've enjoyed our time together. I pray the days to come are uneventful and that we arrive safely at our destination. Even though I put up an optimistic front, I know the perils that might await us...
Fredas, 15th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
Yesterday we embarked on a journey towards Vvardenfell. Volund estimates it will take a couple weeks for us to arrive. To be honest, I am hoping this trip will help me move forward from the incident between Volund and Niraya. I won't lie, I am still unsettled Volund kept secrets from me. Although, I understand his reasoning for doing so; it is painfully clear the betrayal in Reapers March still haunts his memories. One day he will understand I am not only his lover and closest friend but also his greatest ally and confidant.
I spent most of yesterday becoming situated with the vessel and speaking with Volund. I've enjoyed our time together. I pray the days to come are uneventful and that we arrive safely at our destination. Even though I put up an optimistic front, I know the perils that might await us...
Volund's Blade
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Turdas, 28th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
I found it impossible to slumber when Volund was lost to me. That blasted ebony mine! It nearly broke my heart finding Volund's abandoned blade. I just thank the Eights we found him in time. The recovery process will take some time. I will do everything within my power to ensure he makes a full recovery. In the meantime, I will not let him out of my sight. I can not bear to be apart from him again. I came too close to losing the love of my life.
Turdas, 28th of the Mid Year, 2E 586
I found it impossible to slumber when Volund was lost to me. That blasted ebony mine! It nearly broke my heart finding Volund's abandoned blade. I just thank the Eights we found him in time. The recovery process will take some time. I will do everything within my power to ensure he makes a full recovery. In the meantime, I will not let him out of my sight. I can not bear to be apart from him again. I came too close to losing the love of my life.
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Volund shared a secret with me tonight. It causes grave concern but...I can not help but feel grateful. Enough of that! He is safe and that's all that matters now.
Aililth's Detour
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Sundas, 15th of the Sun's Height, 2E 586
Today Volund announced we would be leaving God's Fire Hold! Thank the Eights for that, I've had about all I can handle of this blasted place and the misfortunes it bestowed upon us. He tasked Gerald with placing a parchment within God's Fire Hold that ordered the guard and staff back to Cyrodiil. I could not hide my fear nor my displeasure at Volund's insistence with staying behind. Still, I will do as he requested and pray that he returns safely and quickly. I have personal business in the Alik'r that requires my attention before I head home. It's time I liquify some assets.
Sundas, 15th of the Sun's Height, 2E 586
Today Volund announced we would be leaving God's Fire Hold! Thank the Eights for that, I've had about all I can handle of this blasted place and the misfortunes it bestowed upon us. He tasked Gerald with placing a parchment within God's Fire Hold that ordered the guard and staff back to Cyrodiil. I could not hide my fear nor my displeasure at Volund's insistence with staying behind. Still, I will do as he requested and pray that he returns safely and quickly. I have personal business in the Alik'r that requires my attention before I head home. It's time I liquify some assets.
New Business Venture
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Tirdas, 31st of the Sun's Height, 2E 586
My consideration was first given during Rain's Hand at potentially reopening the Crystal Serpent. Any extra coin coming in would only aid in our success but I am also ready to expand my horizons. I expressed interest in starting a new business to Volund prior to our trip to Vvardenfell and he has graciously provided land for my business venture. Now that I have secured extra funds I can finally have the gated walls constructed before the workers start on the tavern itself. I can barely contain my excitement! I think I've settled on calling it The Wolf's Crest.
Part of me will miss the Crystal Serpent. Truth be told, I'll always mix concoctions as I find it therapeutic. Besides, I don't need to have an alchemy shop to perform my experiments.
Tirdas, 31st of the Sun's Height, 2E 586
My consideration was first given during Rain's Hand at potentially reopening the Crystal Serpent. Any extra coin coming in would only aid in our success but I am also ready to expand my horizons. I expressed interest in starting a new business to Volund prior to our trip to Vvardenfell and he has graciously provided land for my business venture. Now that I have secured extra funds I can finally have the gated walls constructed before the workers start on the tavern itself. I can barely contain my excitement! I think I've settled on calling it The Wolf's Crest.
Part of me will miss the Crystal Serpent. Truth be told, I'll always mix concoctions as I find it therapeutic. Besides, I don't need to have an alchemy shop to perform my experiments.
Unexpected Discovery
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Fredas, 10th of the Last Seed, 2E 586
I'm quite pleased with the workers' completion of the wall. It took time for Volund and me to examine the inner and outer perimeter for security issues. Thankfully, Fort Regilus is in close proximity should we have any trouble. We've hired more workers to expedite construction. Volund is not a patient man and it seems with this particular matter, I am not either.
We did make an unexpected discovery while making our progress check. Apparently, a wolf birthed a litter of pups. Regrettfully, they did not all survive and it looks as if the mother rejected the lone survivor. The pup is extremely weak but I will attempt to nurse it back to health. If it survives the night, I will start it on an elixir treatment with significant healing properties.
Fredas, 10th of the Last Seed, 2E 586
I'm quite pleased with the workers' completion of the wall. It took time for Volund and me to examine the inner and outer perimeter for security issues. Thankfully, Fort Regilus is in close proximity should we have any trouble. We've hired more workers to expedite construction. Volund is not a patient man and it seems with this particular matter, I am not either.
We did make an unexpected discovery while making our progress check. Apparently, a wolf birthed a litter of pups. Regrettfully, they did not all survive and it looks as if the mother rejected the lone survivor. The pup is extremely weak but I will attempt to nurse it back to health. If it survives the night, I will start it on an elixir treatment with significant healing properties.
Baker and the Brute
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Turdas, 23rd of Last Seed, 2E 586
I'll be surprised if Llodreth, our freshly hired baker, sticks around after this evening. Mere hours after signing his employment contract, he was tasked to prepare a meal for our uninvited visitor. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the wisest move to throw a loaf of bread at the mannerless brute. Unfortunately, I had more than my fill of his undiplomatic insults and demands. Nevermind his stomach turning stench that overpowered the pleasant smells that typically filled the kitchen. It was absolutely disgraceful the way he hungrily leered at me! The brute made it disgustingly clear he desired more than food and drink.
I am deeply disturbed that several were injured tonight, including Caerriel. This is the second time her upper limbs have been wounded. I am starting to wonder if I need to hire the woman her own guard! Vaeltharin, whom I asked to escort the foul mouth brute out, was grievously injured. Menders worked tirelessly to heal those that required medical attention. I wonder how much Vaeltharin will recall of the night. He suffered severe head trauma.
The servants cleaned the spilled crimson blood from our carved stone floors. It will be a challenge to clean the images of the brutality of these barbaric people from my mind. I imagine the Dunmeri baker will struggle with the horrific memories as well. The letter he left on my desk indicated his unhappiness with the situation. Ah well, I know how to smooth that over.
It's time to retire for the night with my love. I have one more thing required of me tonight... I must give the pup his nightly treatment. The white furball grows stronger with each passing day.
Turdas, 23rd of Last Seed, 2E 586
I'll be surprised if Llodreth, our freshly hired baker, sticks around after this evening. Mere hours after signing his employment contract, he was tasked to prepare a meal for our uninvited visitor. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the wisest move to throw a loaf of bread at the mannerless brute. Unfortunately, I had more than my fill of his undiplomatic insults and demands. Nevermind his stomach turning stench that overpowered the pleasant smells that typically filled the kitchen. It was absolutely disgraceful the way he hungrily leered at me! The brute made it disgustingly clear he desired more than food and drink.
I am deeply disturbed that several were injured tonight, including Caerriel. This is the second time her upper limbs have been wounded. I am starting to wonder if I need to hire the woman her own guard! Vaeltharin, whom I asked to escort the foul mouth brute out, was grievously injured. Menders worked tirelessly to heal those that required medical attention. I wonder how much Vaeltharin will recall of the night. He suffered severe head trauma.
The servants cleaned the spilled crimson blood from our carved stone floors. It will be a challenge to clean the images of the brutality of these barbaric people from my mind. I imagine the Dunmeri baker will struggle with the horrific memories as well. The letter he left on my desk indicated his unhappiness with the situation. Ah well, I know how to smooth that over.
It's time to retire for the night with my love. I have one more thing required of me tonight... I must give the pup his nightly treatment. The white furball grows stronger with each passing day.
Septimus the Menace
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Fredas, 21st of Hearthfire, 2E 586
I think Volund grew tired of me calling the wolf pup "menace" because he is now calling him "Septimus." Oddly, the pup follows Volund around even though I am the one who feeds his furry butt. I do wonder if I am feeding him enough as I caught him eating a mouse the other day. At least he appears to be perfectly healthy now. I am frustrated with Septimus listening obediently to Volund yet repeatedly I have to scold him for the same bad behavior. Volund insists that I take Septimus outside of the manor to allow him to roam freely. There is some concern his adventurous nature will cause him to get lost.
Fredas, 21st of Hearthfire, 2E 586
I think Volund grew tired of me calling the wolf pup "menace" because he is now calling him "Septimus." Oddly, the pup follows Volund around even though I am the one who feeds his furry butt. I do wonder if I am feeding him enough as I caught him eating a mouse the other day. At least he appears to be perfectly healthy now. I am frustrated with Septimus listening obediently to Volund yet repeatedly I have to scold him for the same bad behavior. Volund insists that I take Septimus outside of the manor to allow him to roam freely. There is some concern his adventurous nature will cause him to get lost.
A Moment
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Sundas, 25th of Sun's Dusk, 2E 586
These last weeks have been chaotic. The grand opening of The Wolf's Crest did not go as I painstakingly planned. I fear the death of Valoria Vulpin will haunt the party-goers memories forever. I can almost hear my father in my head scolding me about superstitions not mixing in business dealings. Still, I can not help but worry. I found a badly damaged journal in a safebox during the Witches' Festival Celebration. The contents have me on edge. Time must be made to discuss these matters with Volund. At least the Valoria's death is now avenged so that she may rest in peace now. That spider will harm no other. There's no telling what else still lurks deep within those woods.
Septimus has run off again. The pup has been missing for a long time this go around. Perhaps I shall take a guard with me into the woods and see if I can't get him home once again.
I fear this winter will be relentless.
Sundas, 25th of Sun's Dusk, 2E 586
These last weeks have been chaotic. The grand opening of The Wolf's Crest did not go as I painstakingly planned. I fear the death of Valoria Vulpin will haunt the party-goers memories forever. I can almost hear my father in my head scolding me about superstitions not mixing in business dealings. Still, I can not help but worry. I found a badly damaged journal in a safebox during the Witches' Festival Celebration. The contents have me on edge. Time must be made to discuss these matters with Volund. At least the Valoria's death is now avenged so that she may rest in peace now. That spider will harm no other. There's no telling what else still lurks deep within those woods.
Septimus has run off again. The pup has been missing for a long time this go around. Perhaps I shall take a guard with me into the woods and see if I can't get him home once again.
I fear this winter will be relentless.
Unsettling Dream
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Morndas, 3rd of the Evening Star, 2E 586
This morning I woke to fleeting uncolored images from my dreams. Volund and I, both on horseback, had traveled to a local produce market in Aspern. A haggard peasant snatched something from one of the baskets and attempted to flee with it. I turned to Volund to find his eyes were glowing red. I recall a shadowy figure nearby raising his hand to point towards the starved thief. In the next second, I witnessed Volund gallop towards the retreating peasant. To my horror, Volund's steed trampled the poor man to death!
Unsettled by this vision, I am glad it is nothing more than a nightmare. My heart feels overwhelming dread. I will not soon forget those red eyes.
Morndas, 3rd of the Evening Star, 2E 586
This morning I woke to fleeting uncolored images from my dreams. Volund and I, both on horseback, had traveled to a local produce market in Aspern. A haggard peasant snatched something from one of the baskets and attempted to flee with it. I turned to Volund to find his eyes were glowing red. I recall a shadowy figure nearby raising his hand to point towards the starved thief. In the next second, I witnessed Volund gallop towards the retreating peasant. To my horror, Volund's steed trampled the poor man to death!
Unsettled by this vision, I am glad it is nothing more than a nightmare. My heart feels overwhelming dread. I will not soon forget those red eyes.
Unsettling Reality
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Fredas, 7th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Similarities between my dream and the events of yesterday continue to weigh heavily on my mind. Is it merely a coincidence? While I do feel Volund's actions were extremely unjust, it was probably due to his already aggravated state. Tomorrow I will ask if he'd like to accompany me to our winter retreat. Surely a weekend together cozied up by fire will improve his mood. I must remember to pack his favorite massage oil.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))
Fredas, 7th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Similarities between my dream and the events of yesterday continue to weigh heavily on my mind. Is it merely a coincidence? While I do feel Volund's actions were extremely unjust, it was probably due to his already aggravated state. Tomorrow I will ask if he'd like to accompany me to our winter retreat. Surely a weekend together cozied up by fire will improve his mood. I must remember to pack his favorite massage oil.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))
Sir Vasesius
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Turdas, 13th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Another night terror dragged me from my slumber. Like the other dreams, this one has left me deeply unsettled. Fort Regilus was shrouded in a thick fog. An indefinable man with crimson eyes shadowed Volund's movements. The duo approached Vasesius. Oddly the Imperial Knight was unarmed and without armor. Vasesius' muscled and scarred chest was bare. At this point, the fog surrounded me and diminished my visibility. I could only see those horrifying glowing eyes. As crazy as it sounds, I feel like Vasesius is in grave danger. Even as I write these words, I feel insane.
Turdas, 13th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Another night terror dragged me from my slumber. Like the other dreams, this one has left me deeply unsettled. Fort Regilus was shrouded in a thick fog. An indefinable man with crimson eyes shadowed Volund's movements. The duo approached Vasesius. Oddly the Imperial Knight was unarmed and without armor. Vasesius' muscled and scarred chest was bare. At this point, the fog surrounded me and diminished my visibility. I could only see those horrifying glowing eyes. As crazy as it sounds, I feel like Vasesius is in grave danger. Even as I write these words, I feel insane.
Vasesius' Fate
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Fredas, 14th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Vasesius is dead. Words fail me. The nightmares...something is not right about them.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))
Fredas, 14th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
Vasesius is dead. Words fail me. The nightmares...something is not right about them.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))
Living Nightmare
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Fredas, 28th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
It is evident I am not safe within the walls of Moriens Stella. I can not stay here a moment longer.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))
Fredas, 28th of the Evening Star, 2E 586
It is evident I am not safe within the walls of Moriens Stella. I can not stay here a moment longer.
((This entry is part of the Living Nightmare story. ))