So I think I'll stick with these three people, maybe add one or two more regular writers, then just keep it between those and more one-shotty chapters.
From the journal of Thales Hammer-Arm,
Tirdas, 4 Second Seed, 4E 204
Aazin and I began our move today. Aazin said we wouldn't be able to take anything we couldn't carry, so we loaded what we could and left. Aazin transformed into her dragon form. Initially, I had expected her to carry me off like she had when we came here. Instead, she had offered me to ride on her back, as the ancient Dragonborn had done. It was exhilarating, riding atop the back of a dragon, the apex of aerial superiority! I can't quite describe the experience, it was almost mystical.
On a more important note, when we were arriving at our destination, I saw the remains of a rather large shack. Aazin seemed to somehow notice my bewilderment, as she explained that it was the Vigilant of Stendarr. The Daedra-hunting organization has been sacked and burned the first day after the sun had been darkened. Apparently the Daedra had almost complete access to Mundus, and they had gotten rid of a thorn that had been in their side for quite some time.
Aazin landed nearby, next to an old Nord tomb. She informed me that this was our new residence, Frostmere Crypt. We entered into the old ruins, and found it was completely empty. I asked Aazin if she would be able to transform into her dragon form while in the caves, but she indicated that there was a deeper chamber, Frostmere Depths, that would be able to adequately house her and I.
As we entered Frostmere Depths, I immediately felt amazed at the underground flora, but that feeling was quickly averted by the sounds of swinging blades. We rushed forward to see a Khajiit locked in combat with three ghosts. The Khajiit wielded a large, curved sword in one hand, and a shorter, archaic sword in the other. Aazin held her hand up, signalling me to stop my pursuit of him. She informed me of the nature of his weapons, one being the Daedric Ebony Blade, and the other being the Pale Blade, something he must have taken from here. I stared at the spectacle of the Khajiit battling. He possessed some combination of ruthless efficiency and stunning grace. How he hefted the heavy Ebony Blade over his head so swiftly, I might never comprehend. I didn't have time to ponder on it. He had dispatched what I had been informed to be the Pale Lady.
He quickly turned his attention towards us. He stood still for just a few seconds before making a wild charge towards us. I was sent aback by his movements yet again. He did not move like a normal Khajiit, he didn't move like a normal anything. He had launched towards me with agility that couldn't be compared to anything natural. He didn't even move with his own two feet, instead employing several flipping motions in which he used his hands for support, and a single moment where he pushed down on the Ebony Blade for added speed. I was utterly stunned, completely bewildered by this supernatural ability that he seemingly had.
But Aazin wasn't as dumbfounded as me. She quickly uttered an Ice Form shout, freezing him in his tracks. His momentum carried him forward to some mere feet in front of me. Aazin yelled at me to disarm him. Her voice helped me gather my mind, and I shouted the Disarm shout at full power. The Pale Blade went flying from his hand, but the Ebony Blade responded with a violent outburst of black and red light. I ran as fast as I could will my legs to go to reach the Pale Blade, and was able to grab it just as he recovered from the ice.
The three of us stood still in stalemate. He muttered several curses under his breath as he turned towards the exit of the cavern. He again used his vexing style of locomotion, flipping over himself, but not a single time losing his footing. He reached the stairway leading out of the cavern, but again stunned me into immobility. Eschewing the stairs, he opted to dig the Ebony Blade into the wall, using it as a sort of pivot to launch himself up to the next level. The most bizarre aspect of his movement was the fluidity of it, like it had been practiced several thousand times. Before I could recover from the awe of watching him move, he was gone, and the Ebony Blade with him.
I recovered eventually, and let my arms go limp at my side, the Pale Blade still tight in the grip of my right hand. I turned to Aazin. She, for the first time since we had met and I became enthralled, looked genuinely stressed. No longer worried of what might come, but stressed over the inevitability that something already had.
Loredas, 8 Second Seed, 4E 204
I've been training with the Pale Blade for the past three days. It was surprisingly solid for something as old as it was. Aazin had always recommended enchanted items over plain ones, so I think I'll keep this one. It can't be any harm.
The next few pages are burnt over to a fine, black crisp.