Fin's first entry

I was in the most unfortunate accident here the other day, Faendal, brother. You are not going to believe me. The one time I go hunting South of Helgen, I get myself into horrible trouble. As I told you before I left, I had taken your hunting bow and I was expecting to be out for two perhaps three days tops. Still on the first day around the time of sunset, I hadn't had much luck with anything. I had earlier managed to put an arrow through the leg of a smaller deer but somehow it was able to skip away before I had a chance to get it properly. I spent nearly the entire day with my back against a tree, writing poems about birds and flowers. Then around when I was getting dark, I saw, down by the river, the snout of a fox peeking out from behind a bush. I could only just see the tip of its nose in the darkness but it was clearly drinking from the river. As silently as I could and had done it many times before, I crouched down and carefully and precisely drew the bow. I aimed at his little snout, steadied my hand and let go. The arrow shot through the air and pierced the little guy's muzzle with fine accuracy. The reaction from him wasn't though quite as expected. Instead of the high pitched squeal of a wounded fox, I heard the growl of what sounded like a full grown man. In shock I got up as quickly as I could and to my surprise I saw a man jumping around on one leg, clinging desperately to his bleeding foot. What I had thought was the snout of a fox drinking turned out to be the foot of an Imperial soldier dipping his feet in the water. I had no idea whether to hide or run, I stood paralyzed and stared at him and his companion with my bow hanging from my hand. Before I had the time to present a defense for myself, the guard I hadn't impaled was arresting me for federal assault. I am writing to you from the base in which they are keeping me. Tomorrow the next patrol of carriages will come by to pick me up along with a horse thief who hails all the way from Rorikstead. I suppose we are going to serve some time in Helgen jail before I can return home to you, brother. I'm just writing to you to let you know I have not been eaten by a bear just yet and that I will be returning home as soon as they let me go.

- Fin Larksong

Molarg's second entry

It took quite some time to convince Ghiras to leave the tribe. I kept telling her that only if we left all the old fashioned traditions behind could we be together, her and I. I knew she loved me but all her childhood she had been growing up thinking she would be forge-wife of some old chief. And by the time she became pregnant, I'm sure she wasn't ready to up on all she had imagined but soon I had her convinced - we couldn't stay with the old ways. She was too afraid to bring to subject up with her brother, who was the chief-to-be, as their father was getting old and the time for challenging him was coming yet closer. It then became my duty to deliver the news of our upcoming flight to her brother. To our luck he didn't take it all too bad, in fact he felt relieved at my proposal and wanted to come with me; I had expected him to be somewhat of a weakling. What troubled him was our alliance with the rebellion. Like his sister he wasn't one for breaking traditions and such spoke the Orcs' alliance with the Legion. Yet the thought of never seeing his sister again became too much for him and he agreed to leave with us. Knowing where the rebels crossed the border to High Rock, it wasn't hard to establish ourselves in a small cave close to there. Our aid was not only welcomed but needed.

- Molarg gro-Brolark

Molarg's first entry

Our tribe had set up a smaller base hidden away in a mine just outside of Evermor to serve as a place of restoration and aid to soldiers of the Stormcloak rebellion in Skyrim. Our support of the Stormcloak uprising has been frowned upon in Orisinum hence our base being outside of blood borders and not visible to the naked eye. Rebels would come crossing from the Skyrim-High Rock border and seek aid and resources from the West. There weren't more than fifteen or so of us in the mine. Narahk sat by his mother's side, tending a soldier's wound. As much as we had hoped for him to form into a true warrior, he turned out to be as gentle as the spring breeze and we had had to give in to his nature. With the best she could, Ghiras was teaching him about Blisterwarts and that sort of thing. Everything seemed quite peaceful until Ghiras' brother Logul noticed the sound of running horses approaching. He ran out to the entrance and we heard a growl and before we had had time to grab our swords, Imperial soldiers had filled up the mine and had us at knife-point against the wall with threads of burning down the entire mine as punishment for our so-called treachery. Logul stepped towards them announcing himself as our chief and offered to let them take him. After a loud-voiced negotiation, they demanded to take all men of the camp in order to leave the women and children unharmed. The six of us agreed to go with them to spare our families the harm. We were bound on our hands and thrown onto different horse carts, mine headed off to Helgen for execution. The half day it took to get across the frozen land of Skyrim, it only grew bigger and darker in my head that I hadn't had the chance to let Ghira and Narahk know that I would do anything in my power to return to them again - but that I now never would.

- Molarg gro-Brolark

Ka'Jael's thrid entry

I must admit I almost shed a tear at Brynjolf's short and unemotional speech when he made me Guild Master with the consent of Vex, Delvin and Karliah. I enjoyed that moment when he was devoted to me and my doing, be that more the Guild's monemt perhaps which might be the superficial cause of his attention, though I must admit I stand with a feeling of it having root in him caring for me. He's awfully busy as he was before my quest through the Twilight Sepulcer. I can't help but think back on the time when I was a mere novice thief, sneaking around in the Ratway, pickpocketing homeless for their only few septims. Now I make my office with the crown of Barenziah shining behind me, letting everyone know exactly who is in charge. The guild is up and running again and if I've ever been proud of something in my life, that is what I am now. Karliah is back around sometimes, Brynjolf is busy as ever and I swear I even saw Vex smile at me when I took my seat. The face of Nocturnal embraces me from across the Cistern and when I sit here fiddling with a lockpick, I'm not the least uncertain of where I belong.

- Ka'Jael 'Stormblade' Sheth

Viarinn's third entry

I kicked and I turned and I tossed to get that horrible being off me. Its big, black wings were hurled around me, almost as if it was trying to choke me and the more I fought, the more it tightened its grip. That's when I heard its awful cry. Like a kettle forgotten upon the stove. SSSHHHHHH. For some reason it seemed like it was beginning to give up fighting. SSSHHHHH. And stop. The beast flew off me and landed in a little pile on the floor. I sat straight up with my eyes wide open, the sweat dripping down my face. I had been fighting my blanket. "Sssshhhhh". His arm crept around me and in the pale moonlight he looked at me with a calm face. "Bad dream, my love?" Belrand asked me. I nodded and asked him stupidly if I had woken him up - which of course I had. From there he let me fall asleep in his arms. I had grapped his hand to make sure it wasn't just another dream but to my confirmation, his wedding band was still on his finger. As was mine. I'm sure he'll protect me against the blanket monster.

- Viarinn Lorén