7th of Sun's Dawn 2E
This Adept, Savini Sadamyn, has been assigned to me. Said I should write down scripture and anything I wish as it will help fight the supposed disease along with the every three hour potion consumption. This new book impedes on the progress of my autobiography I'm writing, but I suppose writing it here wouldn't hurt.
The time had finally arrived to assault a cave. The main mission was to extract an Ordinator initiate who had gotten trapped by a cave prior to the defense of the reliquary from a Falmer breach. The delay was long and massive, of which I don't approve, but Drovas, my best friend and High Ordinator, wanted to wait and prep. I have faith and trust in the decision as I am the one who trained him in everything he knows anyway.
Behind the rubble is a plethora of active dwemer defences and automatons. When we made it through the barrier, a novice carelessly triggered the automatons. Spiders and spheres emerged from pipes. One of the Armigers stationed at the Temple sustained some troubling wounds, a few large punctures in the chest and a large gash on her cheek. The face was easy to get with the mend wounds spell I know, but the chest required some field medicine. I suggested she get to a healer on the surface, but she refused to carry on. I didn't bother to argue; she seemed a little too stubborn.
Drovas got flung in between some machinery- luckily me and High Ordinator Brin Dorano pulled him out and he sustained only a cracked rib, maybe a concussion. Moments later, while I attended to some of the other wounded, a recruit sent High Ordinator Drovas down a lift of some sort. Everyone, including myself, who could still carry on, went down after him.
Upon reaching the end, we were immediately ordered to remain silent and some kept watch while I and Dorano crept forward to his position. Upon the approach there were dozens of "dead" dwarven spiders next to a shriveled body. We immediately assumed it was the Initiate. High Ordiantor Drovas suddenly ordered everyone out of the room. Of course he decided to stay behind and I ignored the order to leave.
A low and deep supernatural voice filled the room, taunting the High Ordinator. A banekin spawned into existence not six feet from him. Again the high Ordinator ordered for me to leave, but I still refused. In an attempt to injure the creature, I shot a lightning ball spell at it. Of course the spell did nothing, and the banekin began to drain the life from my friend. I drew my thrice blessed silver dagger and lunged at the beast, stabbing repeatedly. The spell suddenly moved onto me and I continued my stabbing to the best of my dying ability. Suddenly Drovas was there and smashed the creature's skull in.
We retreated back up to the dwemer room with the initiate's body over our shoulders. I lined up for the purity test and my blood boiled on the knife. I had been exposed to daedric influence. That was worrying. I vomited in the corner away from the Templemer. This worried High Ordinator Dorano and he suspected I had contracted some form of vampire's disease. I was scared of my purity test result, had the literal life drained from my body and been mildly beaten up from a dwarven I don't think Porphyric Hemophilia is possible with a Banekin. So now here I am, sitting in a cell within the Inquisition's headquarters waiting, trying to recover.
8th of Sun's Dawn 2E
By the Three. I can't believe High Ordinator Brin Dorano was right. Last night was rough. I had a dream. A very troubling dream. I dreamt of long days spent basking in the sunlight of a home's garden. It was warm and the heat made me feel refreshed. Then I awakened, knowing it was a dream. I was alone in the dark and then I suddenly saw my ex-wife holding one of our firstborns to her breast. As I drew near, I realized that the babe is a desiccated corpse and my wife is purple and bloated, dying of a plague. I screamed and they crumbled to dust. That's when I awoke
I've heard of things about people and dreams with vampire's disease. My only conclusion is that I have it. Adept Sadamyn told me yesterday that he's here to help me cope with this predicament. I am an Ordinator and a soldier prior. I've faced death since age thirteen. I am ready for it. I am a statue, not of stone, but of steel. I shall face the troubles ahead of me and it will take a lot of force and weathering to make me budge.
A meal had been left for me during my sleep. I can tell it was Drovas' cooking, so maybe it's a thankyou for saving his stubborn ass. Though I won't come to a conclusion like that, maybe it's a pity for not leaving him behind and this is the price I pay.
9th of Sun's Dawn 2E
In a dream from my childhood I remember playing hide and seek with my newly made friends within the tribe in the hot desert afternoon. I hid in a yurt, sure I wouldn't be found. The sweet smell of freshly baked food is replaced by a darker, sickly smell. Further in I stumbled onto the rotting corpses of my mother and Ri'shajirr with their throats ripped out. I tried to scream as they rose and pulled me into an embrace.
It seems the dreams of those inflicted have nightmares. Troubling necromantic nightmares of those I know, once knew, and loved. At least so far it seems that way.
I had a visit today. A dear friend and past lover. We talked for a few minutes and I offered to have my sister, Fervyne, return the cat. Not much to say after that. The Adept says things like this will help me grasp onto my mortality.
10th of Sun's Dawn 2E
In my dream, a clergy healer treated me for burns on my hands. She applied a salve to my skin and I felt the tingle of magick as the pain began to subside. As I watched, the flesh of my hands began to bubble, crack, and split, falling in chunks to the floor. As she smiled I woke up.
This dream is different. I'm unsure of the connections between the other two aside from decay. I need other dreams to find a correlation. I do not look forward to them, but I guess they are imperative to understanding more about the disease. I have not turned and I want it to stay that way.
I've written a letter to my kids in Balmora about my absence. I hope they understand the circumstances. Talym will, maybe Thadar, but the twins won't. I'm sure Mother can handle it while I'm gone.
This disease fatigues me when I sit here, writing. Food has become slightly tasteless. I am worried I am failing my grasp oh hanging on to my mortality. I dread when I will pass out and experience another cursed dream. I will stay awake as long as I can. surely this will help me resist.
ALMSIVI guides me with their light and truth. I must not show weakness or falter to this daedric taint. I will prevail as an Ordinator should.