Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141213173915/@comment-5543592-20141214011235

(I just remember that the Bosmer guy you save from the embassy heads to Morrowind from Windhelm, and that a road heads in that direction.  Blacklight is far east and a little north of Windhelm.)

"Most of this is scortchd badly, but here's what I've got:"  He began to read aloud from the journal, a single long leaf of parchment.

Personal Jounral of Legate Hummel.

''Let this be a record and justication for my coming actions, to however reads this. May the divines forgive me for what I am about to do.''  This first sentence was the most freshly written of the whole diary, as it was the least faded

Entry 1:  ''Operation Ash Storm as been completed. The brass called it a success. I do not agree. Twenty of my men were left to die. I watched and heard their dying screams. Yet I recieved direct orders to retreat. And the cowardly bastard I am, I did it. The Council left their bodies behind. I haven't slept since that night.''

Entry 2:  The #$%@ers (doesn't actually say that) lied. They told stories to their families. ''Said they died in an accident. Those men all deserve first class honors. Instead they got left to rot.''

''Entry 3:  I've been thinking. One, I feel like a fool, writing to myself like this. But it keeps me sane. Secondly, I've finally got a plan. There's a Dwarven ruin a short ways east of here. Inside there's some kind of machine, unlike anything I've ever seen. I tried to reactive it. Didn't work. I'll have to get Baxter down there with me next time.''

''Entry 4:  The thing spoke. We had a long talk. It's obviously sentient, how that's even possible, I don't know. But my plan's taken the next step. The machine, says it was named the Inanimunculi, can be used to control others Dwarven ruins, any Dwarven ruins. It calls the ruins "Deep Venues." It's even claimed it can active higher level Dwarven tech, unseen since the first era. Hell, I don't know what's it's saying half the time, but it works for me.''

''Entry 5:  The men have taken to call the machine "The Conscious." The thing doesn't argue, so I have no problem with it.  With the plan formed, we take off for Avanchnzel, when my next posting takes me to Skyrim. Patience, after all, is a virtue. After Avanchnzel it's Bthardmaz and then out of the Empire. I think I'll head for Hammerfell. Sentinel seems nice. Anyway, I've got to burn this shit, so this'll be my last entry in this journal. I guess I'll burn the other three and keep the first with me.''

Hummel out.