Draskay'travern

this one has not done much writing in his time, but i have decided to start keeping this journal as i believe i may soon be involved in events worth recording and may indeed have already witnessed a few of some import.

2nd of Frostfall, 3E433

many days have passed since i emerged from the imperial sewers after my unusual ( and fortunate!) escape from the prison and that  damned dunmer in the other cell (remember the name valen dreth and be sure to slay the loudmouth wafiit at first chance) after my encounter with the emperor uriel (IV? VII? there has been many uriels) and i feel the world is madder now then when i was taken prisoner, Followers of Merrunz have opened gates to oblivion all over and the city of kvatch has been destroyed, and the rest of cyrodiil behaves as if nothing is afoot while dark creatures poor out these gates and terrorize the countryside. i have heard rumour that the other provinces fare no better (even as i write this now my thoughts dwell to the sands and jungles of my homeland, is this why brother M'kheran turned his blade on our Mane? was he one of these mythic dawn? Azurah guide me i hope he was the only one) after saving Martin, uriel septims apparent illlegitimate heir (a rather well made mistake in hindsight) and bringing him to the blade fortress in the north i have been tasked with locating the amulet of kings and learning more of these Merrunz worshipping cultists and there plans, although my newly found membership of the Dark brotherhood may interfere with this goal i must find a way to balance the 2 as although it feels good to be doing nightblade work again (it has indeed been a long time) my quest for the blades is an important one and failure/ avoidance may prove lethal for all of Nirni, but alas Jone and Jobe are high in the sky and its time for this cat to rest i do not know when i shall write here again but it feels good to put my thoughts to word and i will try to do it more.

and to any great scholar or historian of the future reading this long lost(and rather interesting dont you think?) piece of literature, Ja'fith Khaja

4th of frostfall 3E433a

Cheydinnal (cheydinhal?) is a an odd place this one thinks, for a start there is an oddly large amount of dunmer living here (although from the way most of them talk theyd rather not ne here) even the countys lord is a dark elf, and not even the vile "anything with scales or fur is a farm tool" kind, most are rather amicable, although none seem to take notice of (or rather dont really care about) the very obvious assassins dressed in all black coming back and forth from the abandoned house in town(the front for the local DB Sanctuary) and everyone in town men and mer alike are all up in arms about the fines levied by the new guard captain, but none of the thjiziits seem to be willing to do anything about it (maybe this one shall when he has time, never been a fan of guards abusing their positions) amd the oddest thing about the whole place is definitly  a Mr Rythe Lythandus, whem i enquired about this mans disappearance (merely out of curiosity, people seldom vanish from locked rooms with no exits) with his wife amd investigated his study i discovered the man had been lost inside his own painting! madness. as i entered the painting (i know absolute madness) in order to aid him he told me of the magical brush used to make this strange world ( all the while i stood there feeling as if id stepped into some wild Skooma dream) and of a thief who attempted to steal it and in turn got himself killed by some trolls he painted himself (an absolutely ridiculous sentence) of course i had to fight my way thru the badly painted monstrosities in order to retrieve the brush and allow us to escape, which i did (no easy task those trolls moved as if Khenarthi her self had blessed them) for which my new friend Rythe was limitlessly grateful.

 its late now and i believe this one needs many days of sleep to process the madness of the days events so i must adjourn,

and to the future scholars

Ja'fith Khaja

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018), dir. Bryan Singer 

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