I'm replaying Enderal, a total conversion for Skyrim. I found it well-made, with a gripping story, great characters, and excellent music. I got a whole bunch of mods for my next playthrough, and one adds in a journal one can write in to record thoughts, events, etc. I'll be keeping this journal up as I play, and I figured it would be fun to share it here.
Heartfire, 15th, 4E 8234
It took some doing, but I convinced Halda to let me have my armor back. She said she still had some work to do on it, but I don’t want to keep Jespar waiting any longer than I have to. I’m a bit surprised that she didn’t finish fixing it up, though. She’s a prodigy with metal, so it shouldn’t have taken her more than an evening to knock out the dents and scratches. Oh well. It feels fine, and the armor’s more than strong enough as it is.
I met Jespar by the Myrad tower. We’re flying over the mountains to get to Duneville right now. The keeper said we were lucky to catch one of them; recently the Order’s been sending them out to scout out the Nehrimese fleet and keep tabs on their position.
We’ve got a week left before they get here, give or take. I can see our ships mobilizing in the harbor. Ark doesn’t have much of a navy, but the city’s defensible. With Leora planning everything, I think we have a chance if they go for the city. They won’t catch us off-guard at least, not with the Myrads and the watchmen.
I can see Duneville’s Myrad tower. It sticks out like a sore thumb, considering the rest of the city is underground. I expect they’re more than ready for the Nehrimese to try and come at them. I was only there for an hour or so, but in that time it felt like I was in a place completely different from Ark. They’ll be fine. Right now, I think Jespar and I need to worry about ourselves.
Damn, this place is grim. It turns out Jespar’s old hideout is a shadow steel mine. And of course, there’s a crypt pretty much right next door. Some prospectors came in recently, but with the Red Madness awakening all of the dead, well… the miners didn’t last long, I’m guessing.
Any that might have escaped were probably cut down by the bandits that took up at the ruins of the Dal’Varek estate. There’s pretty much nothing left, and if not for the charred foundation that probably made up the center room of the whole mansion, I wouldn’t have been able to tell through the foliage that anyone used to live there.
Being there, and being here, is putting Jespar on edge. He’s doing pretty well in hiding it, but I’ve seen the same mask before. Most people wouldn’t catch on, but I’m all too familiar with putting on an air of nonchalant dismissal to hide deep unease. He doesn’t want to be here. But the thought of Adila in trouble is probably driving him more than anything else. She’s probably the last person in the world he really cares about. He’s going to go through hell to make sure she’s alright.
No no no not again this can’t be happening this isn’t happening WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING? Jespar he’s… he’s dead. He’s fucking dead he’s FUCKING DEAD. I don’t know what the fuck to do he’s gone there’s nothing I can do I can barely think right now.I watched from the foliage. Adila had a guy trussed up and gagged. It was the one who hired the Rhalata to kill their family. She was going to kill him. Jespar tried to talk her down. Told her the Black Stone was fucking with her mind. Asked her to give it to him. He didn’t back down even when she told him to go. But he didn’t make a move to attack her. He even threw away his fucking sword!
But when he walked towards her and she told him to stop, he wouldn’t. And then… that bitch. That fucking bitch just blew him up. Hit him with a fireball that sent him across the room. He was dead before he hit the floor.
I don’t remember much of what happened next. Alice didn’t last long against the tempest that fucking bitch called up, but I weathered the storm long enough to get Blutgang up to her. She had some magical wards that toughened her up, but I kept going at her with everything I had – didn’t even notice my own wounds until after the fight. I just wailed on her until her wards broke. And once they did, she crumpled like paper. I sliced her once across the chest then drove right through her heart. She’s dead.
I don’t know what the fuck to do now. I fucked up my left arm and my right leg and I know I’ve got at least three ribs broken from that fight, but I can mend those pretty easily. But I don’t fucking know what to do with Jespar. I… I need to bury him. He and Adila. The bitch doesn’t deserve it, not in the slightest, but it’s what he would have wanted.
Link to Enderal. It's important to note that the writing above is based almost entirely on the story created by an extraordinarily talented group of modders. Credit is due to them, not to me. I would also be remiss to not credit Arcones for the idea of using a parchment-looking background to add some flavor.
