Entry 238: The man I was told to kill for the Dark Brotherhood is said to live at the Ill Omen Inn, the man who I know that permenantly rented out a room is a kind man. But if I want to become a part of this fellowship I have to erase his existance.
Entry 239: I have decided that I am going to kill the elderly man. I only wish there was another way into the odd cult.
Entry 244: Upon entering the sanctuary I noticed a skeletal guardian holding watch over a ladder in the far corner of the main chamber. My fellow brothers and sisters welcomed me warmly, I have a new family now. I suspect my brothers and sisters to be vampires, but am not entirely certain. I will cautiously watch them for the time being. The bleak cellar turned safe-
house is rather beautiful to my weary eyes, the year and a half I have been in Cyrodiil seems like a lifetime of binding.
Call it fate, or just bad luck that I ended up here, a killer of many people. The dream of becoming a successful merchant has turned to a butcher of men. Life lived in a rough world leads one down a path of uncertainty, guilt, and if I ever have children I hope they live a better life than that of which I live now.
Entry 300: My next contract is a house party in the northern region of the province, it is set up as a treasure hunt for six lucky contestants. My duty is to kill the other five and I get a bonus if I am not discovered the killer. One day I hope that I am lucky enough to be one of the black hand, and can put a stop to my killing.
Entry 346: The black hand wants me to kill my fellow brothers and sisters, although it is forbidden due to our code and oath.
But I am now a puppet to Night Mother and father Sithis, so I shall do as they command me. My conscience is now as distant as the horizon I dont remember what is right and wrong. All I know is that if I wish to become a vampire by choice I must do it now.
Entry 349: I have requested that I recieve the unholy gift of the vampire, and have waited the three days as instructed. Now I feel a relentless force in my body that shouts of shear stregnth. And I have learned of a cure, but I must talk to the Count of Leydanhall to learn more about it. I am going to kill my brothers and sisters tonight. My the gods smile apon them.
And may Sithis forgive them.
Entry 360: Its been eleven days since I cleansed my sanctuary of the possible threat of tratorous brothers or sisters plotting to destroy the very brotherhood that they swore to uphold. I regret it now due to the lonely feeling of not knowing if anyone will ever come back, or if I will even be able to return to an organized society.
Entry 399: I am going to talk to Martin Septim before dawn outside of Chorral. The Counts cure worked, and I feel somewhat human again, but will never forget the monster I once took a pride in being. I have found that the Ammulet of Kings was stolen by a daedric cult that threatens to unleash Oblivion onto Tammriel. We prepare for war soon.