Tirdas
Mid day
The 28th
I have stumbled upon this great monument… this great frost fortress of… magic origin, the walls still glow with a faint purple haze and I… I think I can see runes no doubt a elven catalyst to the magical implications haha! It is… a bit odd I would think, to come by this place I mean of course obtaining property from idiot locals isn't very hard… but this was sent to me, by mail! What are the odds yes, oh I know, I know, the sheer mind boggling realization that this lavishly vein frost tower is mine… all mine! Finally my experiments can be completed… you know I've been combining human corpse flesh with pinches of Daedra heart… it provides a sapping effect… yet this might just be the Devil's herb that I smoke prior to writing this entry heh, I need to make my taxes back from the empire some how, slaughtering shrewd inn keepers goes so far in this current day in age.
I am of a pleasant stock you see, my father and mother where respected shamans of our village and of course they dabbled in the art of shadows but… heh, who hasn't? The power and promise of ultimate victory over all other living things makes one tempted no… didn't expect this mindset from a stupid marsh farmer lizard no, hahahahah! Oh the best part is, oh gods above help me now, some people claim I'm heh, I'm mad, crazy mind you a real fucking dangerous serial killer who just happens to love magic… why… they must be crazy.
Sorry the quill needed feeding…
Where was I… oh yes, I had happened to come by this lavish estate by a messenger of fair proportions… I forget the bosmer's face but then again all of the fucking tree climbers look alike… no offense to bone to the structure of course, plenty of skillful qualities about them… I should know heh, I look at the bones often. I'm slightly inclined you know to reveal that Dunmmer hearts have such redeeming qualities, makes the sticky solute from dried blood dry up instantly… like my assesses towards the fucking tower! Oh indeed the bloody ice bucket has drained me dry, I was getting to that mind you but… oh well it slipped out, you see they would have me pay for the magical candles needed to power the spell making alters!
Indeed, when I expect to by a great deal from one shop owner I would like SOME form of respect, maybe a single flicker of hope in a otherwise bleak and tiring dull, dull world, ah curse that altmer and his cheating whore friend, I'll gut them fishes and stretch their innards over a… you know I used to live in Benerus Manor, in Anvil city? It was lovely there, the sun shown very well behind that wretched clock tower, not that I paid the clock tower any chance I bloody damn well hate the divines and their bullshit lessons, useless I say! Anyway… the graves were usually damp so, corpse samples where rather bloated when I first got them, the old boy Benerus though, his ghost rest well, he provided me with the perfect laboratory… hidden and still partially warm from the heat upstairs… still I felt it was time for a change.
Seeing this place, this… Frostcraig Spire, heh it's brilliant, so very huge and so very mine hahahaha! Oh… I'mg going to have quite a time here in my new tower… though I must say… the urge to venture forth and collect more funds pricks at me constantly at the moment… I have to find my staves!
Well there you have it, the short prequeal to a hopeful series to take palce on , though I do have to ask if you have any characters you could perhaps let me use I would gladdly make use of them! Kudos!