Victor picked up his journal and turned it over slowly in his hands. He hadn't held it in over a year. Even after he stopped adventuring he had kept it with him as it just felt odd not to have it. His time as a soldier back in Daggerfall had taught him the importance of keeping things written to help him remember them later. Opening the journal, he found several things written on the first page, all of them ending with 'Completed'. The sense of accomplishment that came with writing that one word was a good feeling that he had missed. Victor had to leaf through twenty pages before he came across the first entry that didn't have that word at its end.
18 Frostfall 4E 201
I came back to Whiterun after helping kill the dragon. One of the guards that survived called me Dovahkin, Dragonborn. He said that the event that happened when I approached the dead dragon was me absorbing its soul. Needless to say, I was a little creeped out by the attention I was getting from them, so I left in a hurry. Just inside the gates, when I returned to Whiterun, I heard some strange voices shout with a crack of thunder the same word; Dovahkin. The Jarl said it was a summons and that I should walk the 7000 steps to visit with the Graybeards. Stupid name, if you ask me.
There had been so much left undone when he decided to settle down and start a family. The next few entries had been labeled 'Completed', but a few pages later he came across another incomplete entry.
29 Frostfall 4E 201
Cleared out a mine of some bandits for some extra coin today. Nothing too special. Only thing that was interesting and out of the ordinary was a white orb, about the size of my head that I found in one of the chests. When I picked it up the voice of a Deadric Prince came to me and tasked me with finding her shrine so I could do some menial quest for her. I really wish disembodied voices would stop talking to me.
Victor laughed at himself. It didn't seem possible that he could have been such a different person three years ago. He would give anything to be summoned on a quest now. The sudden realization of what he was considering came to him with a feeling of disgust. He moved across the bed and set the journal on top of the safe that sat next to the nightstand. The hint of a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth when he remembered what was inside the safe. Most of the items he had collected during his adventures had been stored in several chests in the armory, but he had locked Meridia's Beacon in that safe. There were several reasons, the greatest among them being that he didn't want his daughters to think it a toy and try to play with it. Inadvertently incurring the wrath of a Daedric Prince was not something he wanted for his girls.