Chapter Thirteen: A Journal

Angrond and Ah-Malz the Argonian followed the hastily carved-out tunnel to a large hole in the rock at one side. They both climbed in to find a desk and chair in a small room. A quill and ink bottle lay beside rolls of parchment on the desk and many skulls hung by a rope from the ceiling. Angrond unrolled the parchment and read it aloud:

Entry 15 - 17th Rain's Hand,

Mannimarco has been defeated, our cause lost.
The Champion of Cyrodiil has defeated him in battle and put us all to shame.
Arch-Mage, Pah! Committed suicide in fear of us, although I have heard the rumours.
The Champion himself means to become their leader, and I don't doubt it. I hear he is a good mage.

It was the diary of the traitor Nerastarel. Angrond read on. Ah-Malz stood on watch at the door for any signs of undead. The ones they heard earlier seemed to have turned back and returned to the main army.

Entry 16 - 25th Rain's Hand,

The rumours were true, the Champion has been crowned Arch-Mage.
This is worse than I thought; he is a big threat to our existence. I must do something.
I will think upon it in the coming days.

Entry 17 - 29th Rain's Hand,

Today is a good day, my old friend Rothvor has been crowned King of Worms.
I am in Fort Vlastarus at the moment, writing this entry. It is nice here.
I revel in the smell of dead flesh, the metallic taste of blood and the power held within these walls -
It is evil in itself. We celebrate at the thought of a new king, someone to rid the world of the Mages Guild scum.

Entry 18 - 30th Rai...

The rest of the parchment had been destroyed by ink. Angrond rolled up the remaining pieces of parchment and stuffed them in his backpack. The two warriors continued down the tunnel.

Now they could see it - a small ray of light shone through from the roof onto the dirt floor. They climbed up through it and looked back towards the town. Where once there lay the fairest town in Cyrodiil, now lay a smoking pile of rubble - only the castle was still standing. Shouts and screams rent the heavens asunder as the storm began to subside and the morning drew near.