The Pink Haired Pirate: An Old Norse Saying
Rated: M for language, future mature themes, violence, gore
Warnings: Spoiler alert for Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
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The trek towards Snow Veil Sanctum was a relatively silent one. She has asked a few questions, mostly about this Karliah woman and the guild. While the answers were not exactly one-worded or half-hearted, there was still a trace of irritation and grief in his words. And much to his pleasure, Sakura has stopped with the questions. She was starting to feel that she was more of a nuisance than anything.
Snow Veil Sanctum was a Nordic barrow north from Windhelm. During the whole trip, however, Sakura has found out three things about Mercer Frey personally.
1. He was generally quiet, as much as he was temperamental. Funny, right?
2. He was constantly brooding. More than Sasuke ever did. More than anyone in her clan ever did. Hell, more than Zoro whenever he was out of booze. And oh boy, he brooded lot. Especially when he was out booze.
3. He was, an exceptionally strong swordsman. She wondered if he'd best the Marimo mentioned earlier in a spar. Not really. But nevertheless, he was strong.
A snow saber cat has ambushed them once and before Sakura could even react, his golden sword found its way right through the poor beast's belly.
The sword was gigantic in size, and since the sword was unable to be any kind of useful if it was made out of actual gold, it most like was crafted out of some sort of Dwarven alloy. It was strong, sturdy and cut through anything like a hot knife through butter.
As impressive as a glass sword.
Mercer scouted ahead, the closer they got. Unless the certain barrows with large stone arches and tall flights of stairs all over the mountain, this one belonged to the category of those dug into the ground. Imagine a hole, half-covered with stone, and then one massive and almost impenetrable iron door sealing away the dead.
When he walked ahead, she heard the sound of something akin to a horse's pained neigh, followed by a loud thud. She jogged and caught up to him.
"What was that, boss?"
Mercer sheathed away his sword.
"Karliah's horse. I just made sure she won't be able to escape. Come on, stop asking so many questions." He descended the stone stairs which spiraled all along the circular walls of the outer barrow structure. He stood in front of the iron door, appearing to be thinking. He then pulled out a tool and started meddling around with the door's mechanism.
The ironed ribbons coiled around the door creaked loudly and retreated in their cradles, leaving the door to be pushed and open.
"They say these ancient Nordic burial mounds are sometimes impenetrable. This one doesn't look too difficult. Quite simple really, I don't know what the fuss is about these locks. All it takes is a bit of know-how and a lot of skill. That should do it. After you."
Sakura's eyes widened for a second but nodded. She stepped inside the barrow, and the familiar stench of death was invading her nostrils. She instantly pulled her undershirt's turtleneck collar over her nose.
"Be on your guard. This place reeks of death."
"You don't have to say that twice."
Sakura heard Mercer comment from behind. She was walking very carefully, pumping her fists with chakra. The floor was littered with dead... deader Draugr, traps - much different than typical Nordic traps and a lot of rubble and debris. It meant that Karliah has already been here. She dropped traps and killed a few Draugr in the process.
She eyed the chest of potential loot but... no. She mentally slapped her cheek. They were on a mission. A very very important mission to catch Karliah.
Mercer wanted her dead.
Sakura has asked him before about it. Assassination and death was the domain of the Dark Brotherhood.
But after all she has done... after murdering her Guildmaster and almost killing Mercer... did she deserve to be brought before the Guild?
Mercer has already made that decision. It was not wise to comment on the irritable man's judgment. It could mean a death sentence.
A loud thud shook the ground and the ancient walls surrounding them. Sakura took a step back, getting ready her fists.
"We have company, boss..." she found herself saying. But she was not scared. She has fought Draugr before. But not this many.
They were crawling from every wall of the tomb, armed to teeth with bows, swords, axes, and magic. Mercer let out a fierce battle cry that could rival a Nord's and charged headfirst in the battle. Sakura merely filled up her fists with chakra and pushed them right through the chest cavity of the Draugr closest in the range of her fist.
Bone and decayed skin shattered through the ancient iron armor it donned. She charged through the horde of undead, advancing further and further. Mercer was not far behind her either, even if he was busy gutting through the Draugr. Sakura stopped for a moment, just before she could step on a tripwire. She took a step back, carefully, and ignited a spark of fire in her hand.
The Draugr were sleeping, waiting to be woken up by the bone chimes hanging from the ceiling. The floor was also stained with oil slick and at least one oil lantern would fall down if somebody tripped over.
"Boss. Do you think you could hit those bone chimes?" Sakura turned back.
Mercer almost opened his mouth to scold her, for being so reckless. But he understood then what the young recruit meant.
"Smart lass." He took out a dagger strapped across his cuirass and pushed Sakura back. He threw and even if the strings of the chimes were intact, the blade sounded them loud enough for the dead to wake up.
The sparkle in her hand intensified as eight Draugr gathered up. At that moment she set the oil slick on fire. They screeched, burning alive, tripping over the several bear traps Karliah laid out for them, as they carbonized and charred on the tomb floor.
Sakura continued forward, obeying Mercer's wish to take the lead in the exploration of the Tomb. Something was wrong, but a small voice in the back of the head tickled her ego. He finally accepted her as a comrade. He was viewing her as a fellow thief, not a vermin, or a wannabe who'd die within the first few minutes on the field. Or get caught and hauled in the bowels of a prison.
It gave her the motivation and strength to move on, the will to prove her worth. She was born for this. And she was willing to prove that Brynjolf has not just picked her off the streets out of pity.
They advanced through the maze. Mercer was close behind her, watching every movement. She held promise. She was silent, although she liked to talk. She was attentive, but she was too curious for her own good. She was also smart, but too blinded by her willing to prove her worth. A shame.
They carefully sneaked through the catacombs. Sakura was scouting ahead. They were silent enough for the Draugr not to wake up so far. And much to Mercer's dismay, she has already found a book to take home. She was eager to read it later when she found the time. Maybe they could all celebrate the victory of the Guild. Maybe that woman was the source of cursed luck that has been going on for decades.
"What are you planning to do with that little ship model, anyways?" Mercer commented from behind, as Sakura was tucking it inside her pouch - it was small enough to fit without getting it damaged. He has heard an explosion just a few moments before, and as he went to check what on Oblivion has she done this time, a few Draugr scattered dead, a few feet away from her, as one stain of oil slick burnt away.
Sakura inspected the wooden ship for damage, before putting it away. "Mr. Mallory said he's been looking for a model like this one. I just thought he might like it. Maybe we won't get the opportunity to come back here."
Sakura didn't know just how right she was.
But Mercer kept it to himself.
"Go, scout ahead. I will check around here if the coast is clear."
Sakura obeyed.
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It was happening again. That voice... that voice was back.
Sakura rubbed her eyes as she listened closely. She took a step to the left instead of going forward. She followed a maze. Her head felt dazed as the echoes grew louder and louder. Her hand awkwardly pushed open the door at the end of the narrow corridor. She swallowed dryly. It was that wall. That wall again. The groaning of bones moving and unsheathing axes and swords fell on deaf ears. She walked closer and closer. A few scratches on the wall obscured her vision as the echoes called out to her. She fell to her knees, in front of the wall, staring at the dragon sculpture hovering above her head. She panted softly.
"QETHSEGOL VahRUKIV.. ahZID ViiK DO BRiiNahMaaR DO SOT PeyT NaaKO Wah FIN LaaT NaaL UFiiK DO KORVAG KOL..."
Her mind was spinning. It was.. it was worse than last time.. like someone injected a whole new family of words in her brain and made her absorb it in an instant. It was.. painful. And foreign. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she almost jumped out inside her body.
"This stone commemorates the bitter defeat of the Sisterhood of the White Rose, eaten to the last by the trolls of Korvag Crag." She blurted out, as her eyes widened.
"We don't have time for nonsense, new blood. Get up."
It was Mercer. She got up, following him outside of the chamber, careful not to step over the dead Draugr Lord in her way. She was so distraught she has missed one of the books waiting to be picked up. She rubbed her eyes again. ViiK. Defeat.
But Mercer did not question the weird episode of madness. Instead, he focused on the task at hand and had Sakura follow immediately through the Hall of the Stories.
"This is..."
"One of the infamous Nordic puzzle doors, yes," Mercer confirmed it, nodding. "How quaint. Without the matching claw, they are normally impossible to open. Since I'm certain that Karliah already did away with it, we are on our own." He pulled out that tool again. This time, she was able to take a closer look. It was the color of copper, with multiple protruding spikes right at the bottom. It also had a blue orb right on top, and the color reminded her strongly of the Occulory incident a while ago. "Fortunately, these doors have a weakness if you know how to exploit it." It did not take long for the mechanism of the door to click and lower the stone gate, arranging the rings in their respective order.
"Come on. Karliah is waiting."
And she was, indeed.
A cowled Dunmer woman was aiming right down at Mercer. It did not take long for Sakura to step forward. The arrow whirled right past him and impaled right through her side, as he was pushed out of harm's away. Her body twitched in pain but soon became numb and for the second time that day, she fell to her knees. Her vision became foggier. Her chakra pathway couldn't clear her blood. The arrow must have been poisoned. But her boss was unharmed and that was what she hoped for. Right? She succumbed to her side and slumped again the cold floor of the tomb.
Mercer merely stepped forward.
"Foolish loyalty." Sakura's heart sank as she watched the two of them weakly.
"Do you honestly think your arrow will reach me before my blade finds your heart?" Mercer unsheathed his sword, but the woman made no move to step forward.
"Give me a reason to try."
"You're a clever girl, Karliah. Buying Goldenglow Estate and funding Honningbrew Meadery was inspired."
"To ensure an enemy's defeat, you must first undermine his allies." It was the first lesson Gallus taught us."
Gallus...
No... what has she done...
'What was expected of you, you and that big forehead of yours.'
"You always were a quick study."
"Not quick enough, otherwise Gallus would still be alive." The grief in her voice... Her eyes widened.
"Gallus had his wealth and he had you. All he had to do was look the other way."
No...
Sakura tried to move. But she couldn't let out a single sound. All she could do was stare and watch.
"Did you forget your oath we took as Nightingales? Did you expect him to simply ignore your methods?"
Nightingales?
"Enough of all this mindless banter! Come on, Karliah. It's time for you and Gallus to become reunited!"
"I'm no fool, Mercer. Crossing blades with you would be a death sentence. But I can promise the next time we meet, it will be your undoing." Karliah pulled out a flask and drank its contents. She disappeared soon after.
Sakura watched Mercer lower his sword. He turned around, and there it was again. That look of inner malice she has seen the first day. The first day everyone just called her paranoid more or less.
"How interesting. It appears Gallus' history has repeated itself. Karliah has provided me with the means to be rid of you, and this ancient tomb becomes your final resting place. But do you know what intrigues me the most? The fact that this was all possible because of you. Farewell. I'll be certain to give Brynjolf your regards."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
Was it... was it ending like this?
She could not move.
She could not scream.
She could not fight back. But even if she screamed... who would come to save her? The Draugr? She'd join them soon anyways.
The pain was burning through her body like fire. Mercer pulled the sword back, coated in her blood, and sheathed it as he walked away. She tried to move, but nothing would respond to her call. No chakra, no will to fight. Several dots started to appear in her vision. Sakura struggled to stay awake as her whole body was on fire. You'd think you could not go to sleep if you were burning alive. The pain started to dull, as she closed her eyes one last time.
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It was bright, and she could briefly hear seagulls in the distance. She saw the sun right above the sea of water. Sakura turned around and flapped her tail, swimming to the surface. Where... where was she? A part of her wished nothing of Skyrim has actually happened. A part of her wished she stayed with her crew. They would not betray her like that. The memories of the Snow Veil Sanctum invaded her mind once again. There was water everywhere. What if it was all a dream? Or an illusion?
No... it couldn't be.
She dreaded it actually.
She loved Skyrim. The people, the landscapes, the food, the music, the culture...
'But Skyrim betrayed you...' The same, self-contradicting voice whispered again.
No, not Skyrim. Mercer. It was Mercer Frey who betrayed her.
Marcurio... Brynjolf... Keevara...
The rest of the Thieves... I bet Mercer has informed them of her death already. Brynjolf had faith in her. Would he miss her? Maybe a tiny bit.
She was supposed to visit Cyrodiil... Marcurio's country. She could bet it was beautiful.
Sakura's head finally reached the surface. She saw a rock in the distance, and on the rock, was sitting a woman with pink hair. Was that her own self? Like in those stories where you reflected upon your mind by seeing yourself like in a mirror? Sakura swam closer in curiosity. She circled around the stone and looked up. She could not believe it. She has not aged a day over ... over...
"Mama?"
The woman looked down and simply smiled. She merely scooted over, to make space for Sakura. She gently patted the rock. Sakura nodded numbly as she lifted her body up and right on the stone, letting the tail flop down, hanging. Orihime had no tail. Her legs were tucked gently beneath her. The old nightgown stayed the same, it has not changed one bit.
"You have grown a lot. I thought you had my eyes but.. no... they are your father's."
The exchange.
"Am I dead?" She found herself asking. Much to her surprise, the woman shook her head.
"No. Not yet. Maybe. Maybe not. Welcome to limbo, Sakura."
The purgatory more or less. A state between life and death.
"It up to the strength of your body if you make it or not. Or if somebody found you fast enough to nurse you back to health. But you're stuck here until then. Along with every other soul who was unable to pass on."
Sakura simply nodded, staring at the ocean.
"Mermaids are different, Sakura. We have similar anatomy to that of a human's but our soul is much much different." Orihime sighed. "Our life continues after death. As a spirit of the sky. But since I traded my legs to be with your father.. it has cost me that privilege. I knew of your father's plans, my darling. I knew. But I couldn't go to their Hokage and divulge them. I couldn't tell him that Madara has stolen his brother's eyes. I couldn't have told him that his brother was the one who unleashed Kyuubi all those years ago. I couldn't tell him that Madara has orchestrated the massacre and sold that horrible man a tip... that he could steal all those Uchiha eyes."
Orihime's face was full of regret. "I know the eyes of my husband's. I noticed instantly when he switched them. But I couldn't do anything. I loved him. I gave my tail to be with him. A mermaid without a tail is like a ninja who can't move. Who can't experience the thrill of a battle."
"Mama..."
Orihime wrapped her arms around Sakura's shoulders. She pulled her daughter close, allowing a few tears to fall freely.
"I'm sorry... it's unforgivable what I did... I... " Sakura was silenced.
"It was your father. He twisted your mind in a way I could never comprehend he was capable of." Sakura reluctantly returned the hug, allowing for the first time to grieve her mother properly.
"I..."
Orihime smiled softly.
"You have to go."
Sakura's eyes widened. "Go?"
"Yes, go. It's time for you to return. Your spirit is fading... it found itself away to return to your physical body."
Orihime let her go. "You're not dying so soon..."
Orihime watched the confusion and dread marrying her face. "Go into the water and swim as deep as you can. You will find your way back to Nirn like that."
Sakura eventually nodded. "Alright, mama." She swallowed dryly before hopping off the rock and diving right into the water. She allowed the tears to blend freely with the seawater as she swam all the way to the never-ending bottom. She wanted to go back. She wanted to go back to her mother. But what if someone needed her in Skyrim? What would her brothers say anyways? She could never see Sasuke or Naruto again. Or her friends. Her nakama.
Or Skyrim. It held so many mysteries, so many beauties...
Sakura started to swim faster. It was getting darker and darker, and the sun above seemed just like a small bead of brightness that couldn't shed any light anymore.
Mercer was going to pay. For what he did to the Guild, to Karliah, to the old Guildmaster... to her... he was not only going to pay for his betrayal. She was going to watch him squirm. Beg for mercy. He fooled her once, now she was not so blind anymore.
She kept swimming. Everything around her was pitch black. Then, she opened her eyes.
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A gray hand was touching her pale forehead. Her left side was totally numb and the other was burning up. A damp cloth was spread across her heated forehead. A blanker was brought up to her chin and she appeared to be laying inside a bedroll. The small opening of the leather tent revealed a picture of snow falling to the ground. A woman was sitting cross-legged right across her, clad in Thieves Guild garb, holding a wooden cup of what it seemed to be water.
Sakura sat down her elbows and tried to sit up. The woman was immediately at her side, handing her the cup to quench her thirst and her sore vocal cords.
"You're...Karliah... right?"
The woman nodded. "Indeed I am... easy now. The wound he gave you was pretty deep... the poison was slowing down the wound but I never watched a gash close down so quickly on its own..."
Must have been Matatabi's leftover influence. As the poison burnt out, her self-healing ability must have also returned.
"Thank you... I didn't know... " She sighed. "All this time.. we chased the wrong person. I have been with the Thieves for very little time but I really didn't expect this..."
"Then I can't blame you," Karliah replied gently. "You did what you were expected to. Protect your Guildmaster."
"You know... I admire you for undermining Black-Briar like that. You.. have to teach me sometimes. But still... I owe you my life."
Karliah sighed. "That poison took me a year to perfect it. I only had enough for a single shot. I wanted to bring in Mercer alive. He... has to pay for Gallus' death. I did not use the Snow Veil Sanctum just for the sake of irony... I retrieved a journal from Gallus' remains. Unfortunately, it's written in a language I have never seen before..."
Sakura let a wave of chakra wash through her sore body. Examine, heal the damaged tissue and clear away the lingering
"What if the journal can be translated? I... I'm not versed enough in... well the languages of Tamriel overall... much less the ancient ones... but there must be someone who should be able to transcribe it." Sakura mumbled. She sat up, cradling her aching head.
"Of course..." Sakura saw Karliah mutter. "Enthir... Gallus's friend at the College of Winterhold. Of course... It's the only outsider Gallus trusted with the knowledge of his Nightingale identity."
Sakura nodded. "Winterhold, you say. Any distinguishing features? Only the Gods know what is Mercer up to right now and we have to get moving if we want to catch him." Her whole body groaned in protest as she moved her aching muscles. She secured her boots around her feet and tightened the cuirass around her body.
Karliah watched her get up; she couldn't say she did not appreciate the willingness to help and try right everything that Mercer did wrong.
Sakura had more questions meanwhile. For example, what did she mean by 'Nightingale'? It was a small brown bird who had a very beautiful song but what kind of organization would be named like that? Was it a secret Guild branch? Because if it was, nobody has bothered to tell her about it. If they knew of its existence, of course.
"His laboratory should be in the north-west wing of the College, on the second floor."
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Sakura scouted the area a little. She has seen the College before, back when she has just arrived in Skyrim and started traveling on her own. But she has never seen it up close. The gigantic structure was holding itself well after the phenomenon known as the Great Collapse when the Sea of Ghosts came alive and swallowed several districts of Winterhold.
Of course, the blame was put on the congregation of several mages and scholars specializing in different aspects of magic. It was one of the reasons why people never trusted them, recalling that man living inside the inn owned by Dagur and his wife, responsible for a few failed experiments and strange smells over time.
Sakura carefully opened the window and slipped inside the room, shutting it close gently from the snowstorm outside. She shook the snow off her hood and started to look around. Besides the bed and the dresser pulled far against the wall, the room lacked personal decorations. The table was piled and towered by notes and parchment paper, stained with ink and stacked with books, right next to a bookcase which might collapse immediately from all the pressure the tomes put on the shelves.
She flapped open Gallus' journal, looking over it for a brief moment. She could recognize a few words. Very few and barely important. But she has read a book on the Snow Elves and a few distinguishing characters were printed in the glossary at the end, to showcase the difference between the culture they had and the savagery they have evolved into.
She was almost positive it was Falmer language. But why on Earth would Gallus write his journal in a language as dead as Falmer?
Sakura looked over the notes. They were named and labeled by Enthir. Thank the divines, she has not busted into someone else's room. She sighed, looking them over. She knew she shouldn't peek but... she sighed. Again. It was an emergency and the violation of privacy had to be put aside until she found a way to translate the journal.
'Theory of Destruction magic... no.'
'Conjuration of Ash Atronach...? There are more types of Atronaches..? Amazing...'
She sighed. The desk was a mess and it was impossible to find anything or even remotely related to the Falmer. It was like searching for a needle in a bundle of hay.
But still, she left no stone unturned.
It was only a small while later when the door of the room opened. Sakura was so engrossed in searching for the damn paper that she has not seemed to startled by it.
Enthir was, however, startled, to find a thief browsing through his notes. His hands projected fireballs, ready to blaze the thief away until he heard him .. her speak.
"Well. No Falmer language translation texts. After so much time I spent searching, I'd figure there was something to help me with this damn journal." She turned around. It was only then Sakura realized the gravity of the situation.
She raised her hands and dropped the paper she was holding.
Enthir narrowed his eyes and lowered down his hands.
"You should not be here. What gives you the right to just barge in my room and snoop around my notes? State your business right now and maybe I won't drag you right to the Arch-Mage."
Sakura blinked. "I'm sorry. I kinda left too fast and Karliah had no time to let you know. We need to decode this journal very fast..."
Enthir watched the young woman walk over and hand him a leather-bound journal. "Karliah?" He watched her nod and the flames in his hands extinguished. He reached for the journal and flipping through the pages almost rendered him speechless.
"This is..."
"Gallus' journal. I know. Most likely the Falmer language is not a coincidence, but we can't afford to go by gut instinct and search every Dwarven ruin in Skyrim. It.. would be a waste of time." She sighed.
Enthir flipped through it a few more times. "This reminds me of I how I met Gallus, years ago. He was busting through my laboratory. Instead of fleeing on sight, he made an astute comment on my notes." He almost chuckled. It was a nostalgic feeling.
"I can't translate this, unfortunately. But Calcelmo, the court wizard of Markarth just might. I will have to wish you luck; he's a tough guardian of his research work."
"Duly noted. He couldn't have chosen something easier to translate..." Sakura shook her head and left the journal on his desk. Maybe he'd get some more ideas while she was gone. She wasn't going to need it just yet.
"I'll be back then." The pink-haired thief opened the window and jumped right down.
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A/N: Phew. Finally. It took me a while to finish this chapter, honestly. It was a combination of procrastination, work on a few other chapters and headaches. The limbo sequence of the chapter was inspired by that scene when Kakashi almost died and met his father. Her encounter is not that dragged on because her stay was really short. Karliah recovers your body the moment Mercer disappears.
The mermaid's afterlife was inspired by Hans Christian Andersen's work, The Little Mermaid. In fact, I kinda inspired Orihime a bit on the story. The only difference is that she did not turn into sea foam and that the sea witch is actually Arlong's sister. Arlong was her captain and a good family friend.
Madara is a little different in my story as you may have noticed. Madara never attacked Konoha by unleashing Kyuubi because he was kind of young when Hashirama's failed jutsu landed him on the Grand Line. His spot was taken by Izuna. He eventually killed an old Izuna and took his eyes, and shit started to hit the fan afterward. Sakura's eyes got replaced at the end of the war as a gift/semi-apology so she would not go blind by her extensive use of the Magenkyo. It's also an ironic way of 'Seeing the world crumble through your eyes.' thing.
Sakura is the real cat burglar here.
She has read a lot of books prior to the start of her adventure in Skyrim. She's been studying Tamrielic for months before Septimus handed her the blood-collecting task if you remember well. The guy was a genius mage who went mad after reading an Elder Scroll, he did not have other books for Sakura to read and practice with, except for advanced tomes on the Elder Scrolls, the Dwemer, Falmer and so on. Plus I always viewed her as a potential scholar. Now that I think about it, she might resemble Gallus in more ways than one.
Sakura is also slowly catching up on understanding the dragon language better and better. The first one was scary as fuck. The second one was even worse because she started to absorb more and more knowledge at once. It's the in-born voice supplying the words and translations for her. I mean, the Dragonborn doesn't know the romanticized version of the words on the walls yet they can shout and pronounce them perfectly. There's also the translation right under the word in your tab when you select what shout to use so yeah. I'm trying to keep it real.
Well.. this should be all so far. Stats!
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Balance: 8042 Septims.
Apparel
Amulet of Mara
Amulet of Talos
Amulet of Zenithar
Boots
Clothes
Thieves Guild Armor
Thieves Guild Boots
Thieves Guild Hood
Thieves Guild Gloves
Weapons
Iron Sword of Fire
Iron Dagger
Books
2920, vol V - Second Seed
2920, vol VIII - Last Seed
A Children's Anuad
A Dance in Fire v4
A Game at Dinner
A Kiss, Sweet Mother
Advances in Lockpicking (R)
Aedra and Daedra (R)
Ages of Man
An Explorer's Guide to Skyrim
Antecedents of Dwemer Law
Argonian Account vol.3
Begger Prince
Biography of Barenziah v1
Biography of Barenziah v2
Boethiah's Proving (R)
Brief History of the Empire v3
Brief History of the Empire v4
Cats of Skyrim
Enchanter's Primer
Fall of the Snow Prince
Galerion The Mystic
Guide to Better Thieving
Gods and Worship
Ice and Chitin
Life of Uriel Septim VII
Mixed Unit Tactics
Mystery of Talara v1
Mysterious Akavir
Night of Tears
Oakflesh (Spell Tome)
On Oblivion
Proper Lock Design (R)
Report: Disaster at Ionih
Ruins of Kemel-Ze
Shadowmarks (R)
Spirit on Nirn
The Aetherium Wars
The Amulet of Kings
The Black Arrow v1
The Book of Daedra
The Real Barenziah v1
The Real Barenziah v3
The City of Stone
The Exodus
The Legend of Red Eagle
The Song of Pelinal v1
The Song of Pelinal v5
The Song of Pelinal v6
The Talos Mistake
The Wolf Queen Book I
The Wolf Queen Book II
Walking the World - Volume XI: Solitude (R)
Yellow Book of Riddles.
Journals
Sakura's Journal
Hamelyn's Journal
Gallus' Journal
Letters
N/A
Keys
Honningbrew Meadery Key
Honningbrew Brewhouse Key
Riften Warehouse
Potions:
Potion of Healing
Scrolls (spells)
N/A
Ingredients
Deathbell (20)
Nightshade (20)
Nirnroot (20)
Lavender
Misc:
Black Soul Gem (1)
Inkwell
Lockpicks (8)
Stone of Barenziah
Storage scrolls
Quill
Model Ship
Dragon Claws
Sapphire Dragon Claw
Jewelry
Amethyst (2)
Garnet (4)
Gold Diamond Ring
Gold Ingot
Gold Ring
Refined Moonstone Ingot
Silver Amethyst Ring
Silver Ring
Passive Effects
Agent of Mara (15% Resist Magic.)
Spells:
N/A
Shouts:
Kyne's Peace ( KaaN - To be unlocked)
Perks:
N/A
Quest Log (Started):
Join the Stormcloaks (Misc.)
Litany of Larceny (Misc.)
No Stone Unturned (Misc.)
Speaking with Silence (Thieves Guild)
Quest Log (Completed):
A Chance Arrangement (Thieves Guild)
Blood on the Ice (Eastmarch)
Bring It! (The Rift)
Dampened Spirits (Thieves Guild)
Discerning the Transmundane (Daedric)
Distant Memories (The Rift)
Drowned Sorrows (Winterhold)
Grimsever's Return (The Rift)
Helping Hand (The Rift)
Ice Cold (The Rift)
Loud and Clear (Thieves Guild)
Meeting the Family (Thieves Guild)
Ringmaker (The Rift)
Scoundrel's Folly (Thieves Guild)
Sealing the Deal (The Rift)
Stabilized (The Rift)
Stoking the Flames (The Rift)
Supply and Demand (The Rift)
Taking Care of Business (Thieves Guild)
The Book of Love (The Rift)
The Raid (The Rift)
Truth Ore Consequences (The Rift)
Bounties Collected
Steamcrag Camp - Giant
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