Journal
—Heartfire, 14th, 4E 201—
I’ve been left in this house with enough ink and paper to write a journal.
Guess I’m going to need it: this endeavor is going to take a while to complete. Writing my thoughts on paper should help me to get along.
I’m glad Lucien and Vilja did not join me when I jumped in the shaft.
They spared themselves such a crazy journey. Citizens of this city say we are twenty years back from my current date. HoonDing, forbid me.
The Jarl himself has assigned me to do a full investigation about his citizens. Says some of these people will break a “Dwarven Law,” whatever the fuck means, causing a full apocalypse to fall upon us.
I’ve not happened to meet somebody’s satisfaction with this place from what I saw, though. Miranda and Habiq say they’re being discriminated against because they’re not Imperials. Rykas, the paranoid Nord guy, would flee this place as soon as possible, had he the chance. I will investigate further tomorrow. I am going to get a full night’s sleep, for now.
—Heartfire, 16th, 4E 201—
My investigations went about as best as I could.
Here are my reports.
Ananshi – former skooma addict. She seems trustable.
Habiq – could be motivated to bring an uprising, still concerned enough about the Dwarves Law, though.
Dooley – gave me some key, bringing to a hidden treasure.
Marius – former Dark Brotherhood assassin. Watch on.
Ulrin – has a quite dark backstory with his dead wife. Watch on.
Also, I’ve been tasked to obtain Rykas shiny armor. I still have not figured out how to do it.
I noticed some people on Jarl’s notes bear a POTENTIAL remark. I wonder what that could mean.
Domitus – Anger problems, another potential suspect.
Must speak with the girl with him.
—Heartfire, 17th, 4E 201—
I made up my mind. I will report Gulvar to Metellus.
He’s the only one who seems that could actively break the law.
Perhaps I will make the wrong decision. But I might follow Atreius example if I have to stay one day more in this place.
No. He was not the one.
—Heartfire, 18th, 4E 201—
THEY WERE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIGHT.
What a son of a bitch. Jarl Metellus kept that woman…
He possibly tortured her. So this was the meaning of the “potential” notes. Oh, the absolute scum. I wish I could crack his skull open with my axe. But Maisi was faster than me.
Killing the old man opened some warp in the timeline, bringing me back here in the Reach.
I returned Cassia her brother alive, so at least my first objective was accomplished. She rewarded me with an amulet. Sounds good enough. But this journey, despite being brief, left me with a sour stomach. I don’t know what I’m going to do now.
For the days I will enjoy some freedom, talk to some people, before setting off again.