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By: Interfuge, Solaire of Astora
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Prologue
тнe тale you wish to know about is long, and very old. I was old, then, but not ancient as I am now. It started out simply: I was sought out by a contractor in Markarth who wished to uncover something old. Not the usual quest, either, or he would have hired someone less expensive and more expendable than myself. No, he was looking for something not just old, but specifically of Dwemer origin. Of course, since there are no Dwemer remaining, the only rational solution would be finding the next best thing, so he contacted me... one of the last of my kind. But, as is usually the case for such perilous missions, I was not the only Crusader... there was a Khajiit, M'raj was his name, and the bravest of all Orc's by the name of Bashag gro-Shugurz. We were all summoned, and told that we were to find an ancient Dwarven relic: the Schematics of Kagrenac. Of course I had heard tell of Kagrenac, for when the Dwemer still walked the halls and I walked among them, Kagrenac lived still, but he was close to vanishing when I remembered him. He was a High Priest and Architect Lord of the Dwemer, a genius, even by their high standards of mechanical and mundane intellect. I had even had the honor of meeting the "Magecrafter," as he was called, in person on one occasion. Though it was inappropriate for one of my station, I could not help but kneel before him in his glory. But I digress. You want to know about the treasure, not the mer.
We were told to go to Grunzalft, supposedly the place that Kagrenac had built to house his corpse when he died. I knew, then, that this particular ruin would be much less ruined and much more deadly, having been designed by the Magecrafter himself. The three of us, the Orc, the Khajiit, and myself, met up in the mountains overlooking the ruins. It was cold there, but then it is always cold in the Pale, and the sky was dark. Needless to say, I arrived first since I had been to Grunzalft before, and knew where to find it and where to camp. I built a fire, and waited. It would not be a long wait... but enough talk. You wish to see it first-hand, and so you shall. You will walk alongside us, and you will see why I hate that place, and you will know what it is like to go
blindly into the Dєєק.