#dragonborndiary

I'm disappointed to report that this whole quest has been for naught. There I was, gallantly destroying the fuck out of Miraak, about to take a very satisfying death blow. Then, low and behold, that gods damed pile of eyeballs showed up, with a less than dramatic tentacle stab to Miraak's heart, and completely stole my thunder. I mean, why have someone go through all the trouble that I did to get rid of biggest disappointment of a servant if you were just gonna do it yourself, anyway? There was no reason for me to even step foot in this ashy armpit of Tamriel to get black lung, after all. Just a giant waste of my time. Could someone please give me a noble task to complete for once? Killing Alduin was pretty noble. Probably the only noble thing there has been to do to date. I can't wait to get back to Skyrim. I'm starting to miss the whiners with the easy problems to solve.

I think I may have hit my midlife crisis a bit early. I blame the absolute incompetence of Tamriel and the fact that not a single other person can get anything done around here. I have taken a sabbatical from my questing to do a few things for myself. It's not as if Miraak is posing any immediate danger, anyway. Ok, yes he is. But I've lost all my fucks somewhere. They must have gotten fus'ed off a mountain, or something, with a goat. I've since left Serana in Solstheim to send word to me should it seem that manure will be hitting the windmill, while I spent some "me" time in Skyrim. I found a crazy lady hiding amongst the Thievs Guild that gave me the most ultimate of makeovers. Let's be honest; I was already Skyrim's most beautiful maiden. But now? Divines can't even compare. Bards are singing about my hair, alone! I've also had an amicable split with my Husband, Vilkas. We didn't have a strong foundation to begin with. It was all infatuation. So, I traded him in for a younger model. And, boy, could Kaidan be a model. Tall, dark, handsome, great hair, amazing red Akaviri eyes. I'm almost certain that he's not a rebound husband. We have a quint little home in Iverstead. I'm not quite sure why, though. It's the shittiest of all the 'steads. Anyway, I recently recieved a letter from Serana. Manure is hitting the windmill in Solstheim, so it's back to questing for the Nordic Hippies to solve yet someone else's problem. So excited. (Sarcasm) I truly can't wait for my next midlife crisis. Maybe I'll actually be middle aged for it.

Well, I guess I'm off to find Miraak. I wonder if he is actually some kind of tentacle beast. Like a weresquid. Gods, I hope not.

Dear Diary, Well, well, well. Look who's in the Black Book. Gross Eyeball Guy just took two hours to give me a new word of power that will help me control people, and to explain to me how Miraak is his little slave boy that wants to be free. Ok, it didn't actually take two hours, but it felt that way with how long he takes to enunciate one damn word. His concept of mortal time is atrocious. Anyway, I don't really want to get involved with this guy, but I need his help to defeat Miraak, so I have to do him a favor. All he wants are the secrets of the Skaal. For whatever reason this slimy eyeball has a hard on for hippie Nord magic. Who am I to judge? So, off I go to the Skaal village to see if they're willing to teach Hermaeus Mora the ropes. If not, maybe I can find Frea's diary as an alternate form of knowledge for Mr. Mora.

Allos' biggest hero? Allos' biggest hero is probably the huntress that taught her, Vera. She was like a second mother to Allos, and she saved her more than a few beasts that she wasn't quite ready to go after.