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Report RSS Enderal Journal, Entry 1 - Dreams and Ruins

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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.


Last Seed, 16th, 4E 8234

Sirius is dead. That bitch captain gutted him like a fish. He was the last one to deserve it too. She didn't even bother with me. Trussed me up to the corpse of my friend and tossed us both overboard. I should've drowned... I don't know what happened, but I had some sort of dream. It's all fuzzy. I remember a ruin, though, and a lot of bodies. I don't know. All I do know is that I woke up on the shore, wounded, but alive. Then I ended up stumbling on the same ruin I saw in my dream. I don't know what's going on, but I sure as hell would like to. I feel strange, like I've got this... weird fever. I also feel... stronger? I picked up a knife, and it felt different, more familiar. That's not even mentioning the magic. Yeah, I can use magic, apparently. I found some old tome, and after thumbing through it, I could shoot lightning from my fingertips! I've never been able to do anything like that before. I don't know what's going on, but it's strange. I've found a resting place in these ruins for a moment. Gonna keep moving, and hopefully find my way out. If I don't, well... maybe this ends up being an interesting read for someone.

Kept going after taking a short break. This whole place feels really familiar. Some of it looks exactly like that dream I had before washing up ashore. Sans the blackened corpses and blinding light. I came across this... device. Don't know what it is, but it's giving me a weird sense of Deja Vu.

Holy hell. Found a pair of waterwheels. Not sure what they're doing there, but once I got past them, I went up against this... thing. Don't know what it was, but it was made of mud. It didn't notice me, so I was able to get a good angle on it. I picked up a bow for the first time and ended up hitting it dead on with at least five arrows. Don't know how I managed to do that. Then I just pummeled it with some of that lightning I learned to use. Thing didn't even touch me. That was amazing!

I made it out. Gods, the setting sun in twilight was a sight. Had to trudge through a few wolves, and even a troll, but I made it out. Found a nice ringmail haulberk. Wouldn't have dreamed of wearing it before whatever happened... happened, but I kind of like the weight. Things might just be looking up...

Well, that didn't last very long. Came across a pair of wandering Apothecari, who set me on my way. As I left their camp, I started to feel feverish. They offered me a seat by the fire and a potion, and only an idiot would turn that down. Then something happened... I had a strange vision of an explosion and an attack, or... something, while they were brewing up the potion. A minute later, one of them took an arrow to the chest and then another arrow set up with explosives hit the camp and knocked me out cold. I came to in the camp of this mercenary: Jespar Dal'Varek. Don't know much about him, but he sounds like an unapologetic sellsword. Fair enough. He recognized my illness as "Arcane Fever". If I don't keep it in check, I'll die. So that's fun. He knows where to go to get me some help, but first he wants me to help him investigate a plague called the "Red Madness", and one of its latest victims, a magister from Ark, Enderal's capital city, named Yero. He killed fifteen apprentices and himself. What the hell am I getting myself into?

I've taken an hour to rest up and make sure I'm fully recovered before I set off. It's dawning, and it's a hell of a sight. Gods, a day ago I was on a ship with Sirius. Now I'm here. I've got a lot of questions, few answers, and more than a few scores to settle, but I'm here. Enderal. I've made it this far. I owe it to Sirius to make sure that this story is just the beginning.


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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.


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Show a screencap of your character+name.

What mods you got?

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