Sundas, 17th of Last Seed 4E 201, The current state of this book is a testament of the conditions i awoke to. My slumber was interupted by this sorry excuse for a coven they live in a cave of ice and stone I have not felt such a climate since my father took me to the summer palace as a child what must be an era ago now. So far, other than a lack of blood offerings these lot have been almost respectful… I think I shall Dispatch them quickly after I aquaint myself with this cave.
Tirdas, 19th of last seed 4E 201, As of the instant this is written dawn is upon me, or perhaps I should say us as I have aquired a rather capable traveling companion she is a mage of sorts. I stumbled on her whilst seeking shelter from the sun as it rose one day prior, she seemed in quite the predicament as she was sorting out her life by ending her former compatriots the first of which I stumbled in on, I decided this Illia was of some interest and so proceeded to assist her in the endeavor. Which proved a task in the end as those witches were quite adept in fire spells, not to mention the hagravens horrid creatures they are, it turned out that Illia's mother had planed to become one. On another note this country which is most definitely Skyrim seems to be in the midst of a civil war the "Stormcloaks" seem to be the blue crested bear of which the Jarl of Windhelm is the head, whilst the Empire is the governing force the holds seem devided. This talk of elves from the few imperial soldiers I have run across… they might be refering to the Aldmeri Dominion it seems that a great many things have transpired since I went to sleep.