Fin's sixth entry

I bit hard onto one end of the leather wrappings that were to go around my feet and gave it a rough yank by the other end. I was hardly used to walking these long distances so I never bothered to get my hands on a pair of proper boots. Desperately trying to cover up my grief with annoyance was little help; Frost had died at the hands of the Forsworn and even though I am not at all one for walking across the land, I had lost a faithful companion to some blasted barbarians. I had been riding so much and walking so little that the skin under my feet had become smooth and soft. As I sat there at the side of the dusty road, Meeks wouldn't stop staring at me. Staring like he does it with those big eyes - he had lost a friend too. Could we only rewind time, we would go back and take the hit ourselves. Damned be the Reach. I am only in this dry, dusty place because there is coin to be made, and a lot I hope. The footswraps are tight enough and I have brushed Meeks' fur through with troll fat so he won't dry out. Arcadia said I should do so anyway, I am not sure whether to trust her on such matters or not. I checked that all of my pockets and pouches were secured before I latched my bow onto my back over the quiver. A certain Hagraven possessed what I had been paid to fetch but it was hard not to turn around and immediately initiate cold and sharp revenge over the wild Forsworn.

- Fin Larksong 

Ka'Jael's last entry

Friends. Family. We have gathered 'roud today to pay our last respect to a much loved man.
Ambushed. Butchered. Slaughtered. By Imperial soldiers in a last try to get back at the rebels; by taking down their strongest warrior. We could have handed him over to Ulfric but only a few days ago, Ka'Jael came up to me because he wanted to confess something to me. These are the last words he spoke to me: "I am not made for war. I was crowned their champion but I was never truly part of their cause. They called me the main vein of their rebellion but I never felt like I was fighting for the liberty of Skyrim. I felt like I was fighting myself. Fighting to find out why I left Leyawiin in the first place. But I think I found it, here. In the Cistern. I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate this... family." He was on leave. He was on his way home to Windhelm. Murdered in cold blood, a pointless revenge. We have gathered 'roud today to say our last goodbyes to a master thief, a golden glass warrior but most of all, we are saying our goodbyes to a dear friend. Ka'Jael Sheth. In the name of Nocturnal, may you rest in the shadows.


- Brynjolf on behalf of Ka'Jael 'Stormblade' Sheth