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The Journal of Ciel Monet
By: Tagoniki Date: January 12, 2016, 10:38 am
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This is the journal of Ciel Monet. The date is the 17th of Last
Seed, year 4E 201
I can't believe that I am alive, the bandits came and... they
killed everyone. I was knocked unconscious in the turmoil and
they must of thought me dead or else I really would be. They
stole my robes and I woke up cold and had to take clothes from
one of my fellow travelers. I'm sorry Karl, but I don't want to
die here, not like this. I have taken shelter in a nearby Dwemer
structure, it appeared to be abandoned and it provides some
shelter from the elements, it also held this journal and some
charcoal. I think I'll wait here until the wind dies down and
try to find the nearest town. In case I don't make it, I want to
record my thoughts so that there is something left to remember
me by. My name is Ciel Monet, a Breton native to High Rock and a
wizard's apprentice. I left home after my teacher had made far
too many advances on me, but due to his position, no one would
believe me if I were to out him. I've always been more magically
inclined than other Bretons, with some of my elven features
being much more prominent than others, so I decided to head to
Skyrim. I hear the College of Winterhold is the best place to
learn magic in all of Tamriel. I joined a caravan that was
moving into Skyrim and would take a carriage to Winterhold from
Riften. The carriage ride was fairly uneventful until... the
attack. Karl was on the carriage with me, on his way to visit
his sister in Winterhold. I will deliver the news to her, if I
make it. My fingers are numb now, I must stop for now.
[center]This is the Skyrim Adventure Journal[/center]
[center]I will be posting the events that happen with the
character Ciel Monet as they happen in journal format. As per
the votes, the character is a female Breton mage. The game takes
place on the fictional planet of Nirn, Continent of Tamriel,
Province of Skyrim. The province is currently in the middle of a
civil war between the Empire and the rebel Stormcloaks. The
Empire is currently under the thumb of the Aldmeri Dominion, a
faction of Altmer (High Elves) who are pretty much
Nazis.[/center]
[center]This is the map of Skyrim[/center]
[center]
(HTM) http://i.imgur.com/DQULEHA.jpg[/center]
[center]And this is the character
(HTM) http://i.imgur.com/RoH4ptd.jpg[/center]
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Re: The Journal of Ciel Monet
By: Tagoniki Date: January 12, 2016, 5:44 pm
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17th of Last Seed
Today was long, eventful, and tiring. I have tossed the old book
that I had written in previously to in favor of the new journal
I found in my current quarters. Anyways, I guess I'll start
talking about my day. After I gathered my bearings in the old
Dwemer building I headed south, as to the north was the sea. On
my way I found another Dwarven ruin that I was informed goes by
the name of Bthardmaz. It appeared that no one was around, but I
dared not enter as I've heard the stories of steam powered
automatons. Further south I happened upon a Standing Stone, of
which there are thirteen in Skyrim, inscribed with the mark of
one of the celestial signs that one can be born under and given
a boon. I examined it in curiosity, and upon touching it, I felt
a connection, though lasted only for seconds, felt like hours.
In the opening in the center a ball of light started to shine,
then unleashing a beam to the heavens. Odd thing these stones.
Continuing on my path, I saw a guard. 'Salvation!'I thought. I
ran to him, and I think I startled him for he drew his sword. I
think my bloody and tear stricken face showed that I was no true
threat and I explained all that had happened to me. As we walked
idle conversation was made. One of the things he mentioned was
that the College mages were investigating an old Nordic ruin,
Saarthal. The derisive way he talked about them seemed odd, but
perhaps he had a bad experience with a mage or two, still rude.
The rest of the walk was quiet. Upon delivering me to the gates
the guard had turned back to his patrols. 'At last, safety,'
were my first thoughts.
Upon stepping into the city, I took notice of what I saw, a
general store to the right, an in to the left, a stream cutting
through the center. In my observations I noticed a man draw his
knife and start to approach a woman, on instinct and from the
fear of my recent encounter, I cast flames upon him causing him
to turn on me. I ran and it wasn't long before the city guard
intervened, killing the man with an arrows. As he died he
muttered "I die for my people." Who are his people? I asked many
of the people who witnessed the attack and they all mentioned
the Forsworn, but none of them knew why they attacked Margret. A
man handed me a note, saying that I had dropped it. I didn't
feel the need to question it as he obviously wanted it to seem
like it wasn't something shady. I stole away and read the note,
which stated simply, "Meet me at the Shrine of Talos." I don't
know if I should go or not, I think I'll give myself a day or
two to think on it.
To shake of the surreal experience I walked around town,
learning the lay of the land, the local apothecary even paid me
to deliver a potion the the Jarl's steward, giving me gold
enough to pay for room and board at the inn for a day or too.
While I was at the castle, I decided to visit the court wizard.
Rude fellow he was, but he appeared to know what he was doing,
in charge of the excavation of another Dwemer ruin that lied
under the city, Nchuand-Zel. He told me that excavation had
stopped because of a Frostbite Spider whom the workers have
taken to calling Nimhe, dwarven for "poisoned one." He offered
me free access to both the excavation, and his Dwemer Museum if
I were to take care of Nimhe. I agreed as I could use the coin
and have always been curious on the Dwemer and why they had
disappeared.
But now I am tired, and I must rest.
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Re: The Journal of Ciel Monet
By: Tagoniki Date: January 13, 2016, 11:32 am
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18th of Last Seed
My back still hurts a bit from the beds at the inn. Stone! Why
would an inn have stone beds! I don't care if this city is
leftover from the dwarves, they could have gotten proper beds!
Anyways, about the rest of my day... After I had my breakfast at
the Silver-Blood inn I headed back to Understone Keep to kill
the spider Nimhe. I headed in after Calcelmo gave me the key I
headed into the excavation site. At first glance it didn't look
like they got very far into the excavation before coming across
the spider. I killed a few spiders and went further, just in
case they weren't Nimhe. The end of the tunnel appeared to have
been covered in spider webs. After investigating the area I
heard something hit the ground hard, turning around, it appeared
that a spider, not a Frostbite Spider, had... Fallen from the
ceiling, hurting it immensely. It wasn't too much more of a task
to finish it off, damn things don't like fire after all. Heading
back out I reported to the court wizard and he thanked me,
giving me the key to the Dwemer Museum. The displays were
interesting, consisting of various Dwemer Automatons, books, and
even some Falmer artifacts.
I saw Eltrys, the man who gave me the note yesterday, in the
market and I told him that I would meet him in a couple hours at
the Shrine of Talos. Upon meeting he told me that his father had
died in a similar matter, so many years ago. He tried
investigating but has since gotten married and has a child on
the way and is afraid to become a target. I offered to help, but
I refuse to do anything more than ask questions. I don't want to
be murdered either! Going around town it seemed like the attacks
might have something to do with Thonar Silver-Blood, a local
noble who seems to have his golden claws set deep within
Markarth. After being threatened by the town guard for asking
questions, I decided that it would be best for me if I left
Markarth.
I'm writing this on a carriage heading towards Winterhold at the
moment. The winds are picking up so I must stop writing so I can
huddle for warmth.
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Re: The Journal of Ciel Monet
By: Tagoniki Date: January 14, 2016, 4:19 pm
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20th of Last Seed
Just had my first class at the College of Winterhold. I arrived
in town last night, I was tired so I had an early dinner and
paid for my room, planning to enroll this morning. They had
someone standing at the bridge leading to the campus, Faralda
the Destruction instructor. There is an entrance test now, to
keep out the Nords who have come to hate the college I imagine.
The test was simple, they taught me to cast Healing Hands and
had me heal a cut she gave herself. Upon passing the test she
told me to go see Master Wizard Mirabelle Irvine and that I
would be instructed from there. I saw Ervine having an argument
with someone who was quite obviously spying for the Thalmor,
under the guise of being an advisor, and afterwards gave me a
tour, showed me my quarters and told me to head to the Hall of
the Elements for a lecture from Tolfdir.
My fellow classmates seem... exuberant. They are enthusiastic
about learning and during the lesson, badgered Tolfdir to teach
them something spectacular while he was lecturing on safety. It
might have been my recent brush with death, but I agreed more
with our instructor that we should focus on safety. He decided
to move into a practical lesson, but kept with his theme of
safety, and taught me a ward. It was quite exhilarating
actually, the ward complete protected me from the Firebolt he
threw at me. At the end of the lecture, Tolfdir informed us that
we were going to take a trip to the ruins of Saarthal that I
heard about back in Markarth. The hour is late and I must rest.
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