“First you take me out of Markarth and now you help me join the companions?”

“You’re not… angry?”

“I never really liked Markarth, it’s one of the reasons I was a sellsword.”

“I…” I’m confused.

“Here,” He hands me a sheathed Dawnbreaker, “you don’t need to apologize. I’d like to keep the armor though. If you don’t mind.”

I shook my head, “It will do you more good then it ever could me.” Which made him smile.

“Well, don’t get into too much trouble without me. I know how you are.”

I snorted, “See you around.”

It would have been nice to know back in the Reach but I’m not going to complain.


Selene and Vilkas’s journey of magic and friendship! gaining mutual respect for one another.

Involves trying to figure each other out (and failing), lewd jokes (on both ends), a lot of blood, dead people, and a botched job (because you can’t save them all.)

13th of Second Seed

There has been an… Interesting development.

Vilkas has caught my illness. I am fine now but Vilkas is lying in his bed, muttering about something.

I don’t think he’ll remember it, but we made amends; apologized for the names and general hostility.

“You’re– you know, you’re not that bad.. for a thief.”

“Thank you, Vilkas.”

“…You’re supposed to return the sentiment.”


“Yes!” His frail voice raised an octave. “You’re such an honorable, handsome Nord.”

“Go back to sleep Vilkas.”

I’m pretty sure he’s also delusional.

11th of Second Seed

For the past two days I’ve been lying in a bed sleeping, coughing, and apparently puking. Vilkas (who’s still here for goddess knows what reason) tells me I caught a nasty bug and haven’t been able to keep anything down.

Every chance he gets he somehow slips in how I threw up on his boots.

Regarding the vomit in Vilkas’s shoes… I need to think about what I’m going to tell the Guild.


I swear by every bloody Divine, if I hear one more Nord say he wants some ‘variety’ and then give me this smile, I will become extremely violent.

I punched that disgusting man out of his chair. Vilkas came into the room to see me holding onto the wall, giggling at the look on the floor-man’s face.

Because you know who else I won’t have sex with?

  1. Him.

Vilkas won’t stop chuckling into his food and I can feel the eyes boring into my back.

…He’ll stop laughing when I tell him I want to sleep in his room tonight.

Sundas, 16th of Sun’s Dusk

Mercer hasn’t even been to Riften. Or at least, no one saw him take everything from the Vault.

It also turns out no one knew where we were going. Mercer told no one, I only hinted at it to Delvin. So imagine my surprise when Rune hugged me, lifting me off my feet saying, “We thought you we’re dead!”

Or when Vekel revealed that Brynjolf had gone looking for us.

After talking about it for awhile we came to the decision to hunt down and kill Mercer. Or rather, Brynjolf finalized it because whether or not he wishes to admit it, he is acting Guildmaster.

So, it’s fallen on me to search Mercer’s house.

“Be careful lass, this is the last place in Skyrim I’d ever want to send you.”

I’m sure his place will be full of tricks and traps and other things that will try to kill me.

But first I need to rummage through my closet and find something that makes less noise when I walk. And perhaps take a nap this ordeal has left me… drained.

Coming into the Cistern and seeing all of them alive? Angry, sure, but they’re alright. It was like releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

After arriving at the college

Turns out there’s a Thalmor here.

But he’s not interested in me, or anyone like me, or even Talos worshipers. He’s looking for powerful items the college might have, even if he says otherwise. As long as I stay away from him, it’s shouldn’t be a problem.

But I swear to the gods, it’s like the Thalmor can smell half-breeds.


At least Gerdur, Ralof’s sister, knows how to lay off the propaganda. In exchange for using her house she’s asked if I could go to Whiterun and ask the Yarl Jarl to station some extra soldiers here. While I hate to visit another city… she has a point. This is a small village, with no walls, small force. If a dragon were to attack, they would stand no chance.

I’m not going to stay at her house, though. I don’t trust myself around Ralof and anything sharp.

Loredas, 15th of Last Seed

After a group of bandits, some walking dead, and a giant spider I found Lucan’s stupid claw. But there was still more cave to explore and I didn’t really want to go past that spider corpse again, so I kept going.

If I had known it would lead to a wall that glowed when I got close and a corpse that nearly cut me in half, I would have braved the dead spider. Now, I have the word “Force” floating around my head and cut across my ribs that will probably scar.

Fuck Lucan and his claw. I wonder how he’d react if I just dropped it in a river somewhere.



After moving through this cave we came upon a door which was obviously wrought with traps that I wanted to disarm. My fumbling fingers did something wrong and the door slid upwards instead.

I was then greeted with the largest Sabercat I have ever seen with a coat I did not recognize. When it lunged I stopped breathing. But it triggered all of the traps set near the door and landed at my feet, dead.

I think I nearly shat myself.


After a walk the Blackreach-looking cave (filled with large green-stripped deer and even larger Sabercats) ended in a shrine, of all things.

A shrine to Auriel. Which means we’re on the right track.

But the person tending the shrines is… a Snow Elf? If this place didn’t remind me of Blackreach I would have liked to stay and speak with him. He seems lonely, anyway.

However, we need to embark on a pilgrimage so we can get into the place that holds Auriel’s Bow and… Gelebor’s brother. Who he wants us to kill.

“The shrines will be tended by the priests, they will open the way for you.”

“So, will they be able to help us find the other shrines?”

“I am afraid not. Their ghosts still believe that this is an active pilgrimage. they will treat you as they would treat any other pilgrim.”

“Well,” Serana turned towards me. “At least I can’t freeze to death. That portal looks like it goes somewhere cold.”

“I’m afraid those will not be the only dangers you face. There will be those of the Betrayed in the Vale.”

So far as he knows, he and his brother are the only snow elves left living on Tamriel so–


18th of First Seed

I guess my brother can become friends with anyone.

“Oh, wow you brought a dog. I would have preferred the horses.”

“Shut up. Let’s get this over with.”

“At least I’m alive.” Felix said as he walked past both of us, into the cave.

“Oh I see how it is.”

“Yeah, It’s easier to come up with insults for Vampires then Werewolves.”

“Like how you’re all savages?”

“Would you two shut up? If a cave full of–”

“There’s no one here.” They say it together and I already hate this trip.

This cave is nestled in the Jerall Mountain range and I could just go over t– and remarkably warm… and empty. I got a look when I said I wanted to soak in the spring here before reading something that could make me insane.

I won and now I won’t die with blood in my hair.

These trees also smell really good.


“Unless I’m seeing things, you’re glowing.”

“I think that means it’s working.”

I really don’t want to read these scrolls.

Middas, 28th of Frostfire


You know, I just found out my brother is a werewolf and subsequently beat him up for it. I left the mead hall without saying goodbye to anyone and lost my horse to cliff.

I thought ganking some vampires would take my mind off how much I hate Skyrim distract me. It was kind of out of the way but I went to check out that cave Isran mentioned.

Do you know what I found?

A person. A vampire.

In a box.

Do you know who does that?

Crazy people.

Or, I guess, vampires.

“So… you want me to take you to your home?”

She nodded.

“Which is going to be, let me guess, full of vampires.”

Hesitantly, she nods again.

“With an Elder Scroll.”

“What part of that isn’t clear?”

“The part where I should care.” I hold up my hands, “You know what? Whatever, you’re on your own.”

Well, she’s still with me. Tailing Gulum-Ei is something I should do alone, but she’s insisting on coming along.

This just keeps getting better.