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[Publisher’s Note: The scrawled contents of this journal were uncovered at the base of a large tree near the Southern Velothi Mountains. The journal is hereby published for scholastic purposes, as it hints at the potential of a remnant of the goblin-folk, a race long thought extinct.]

3 water fall from sky again water hurt Grimbo skin big hat from big~folk keep Grimbo dry maybe big~folk not so bad Grimbo find tree~seed today Grimbo bury tree~seed in soft ground watch as water fall from hat to soft ground Grimbo not enjoy water but tree~seed is different it enjoy water...

2 Grimbo see a big~folk with pointy ears on top a big beest big~folk is rotten, think he better than Grimbo Grimbo throw rock at big~folk’s beest big beest run away Grimbo laugh Grimbo sit on log by road big~folk with pointy ears sneak up on Grimbo talked at Grimbo some time big~folk give...

1 Grimbo last of his tribe no more strong goblin tribe but Grimbo find this book Grimbo will do big things and write many pages in his book Grimbo see a frog frog was not usual color ~ very not common frog frog not stand a chance good meal for Grimbo ~ but no goblins to share it with bad meal...

Entry 76: Mysterious forces and powers fill the island to its brim, and such powers seem to be at war with each other. Days ago, I slept in the Retching Netch, but woke at a strange stone-shrine just outside of the city among other sleepers. It felt as if I was asleep both for a moment and for...

Entry 75: Solstheim is at once both beautiful and savage. Our vessel The Northern Maiden made port in the town of Raven Rock, which I learned was under the authority of House Redoran, one of the great houses of Morrowind. I cannot pretend to understand this culture; it is entirely foreign to...

Entry 74: I write presently from the vessel ‘The Northern Maiden.’ Having departed from Whiterun, hiring the services of Bjorlam, we left for Windhelm and arrived there around around dusk. Desiring to enter the Temple of Talos, I asked Erik what he knew of the man who is deemed Divine. He...

Entry 73: We currently rest at Jorrvaskr, with Erik having met the Companions. While they have considered him to be weak in spirit, he has truly performed a mighty deed this day, which I will record here. We left Morthal at dawn and began our journey to Labyrinthian, arriving around noon. On...

Entry 72: I write again from Morthal, this time from the bridge as I enjoy my pipe. The process of translation took some few days, yet Calcelmo’s codex worked exactly as explained. By cross-referencing the Falmeri language with the parallel Tamrielic encoded on the rubbings, with the Tablet...

Entry 71: Erik came to me one evening having heard of the injustices committed by the Reachmen within the city walls, and of the guards’ unwillingness to protect citizens from the madmen. “We have to do something!” he told me. I had, in months past, disregarded the corruption of the guards in...

Entry 70: After the destruction of the shrine of Molag Bal, we rested at the inn and ate breakfast with Logrolf, the former priest of Boethiah. He marveled at the power shown by my invocation of the Ultimate Being, and begged me to teach him such a power. I explained to him that if he was...

Entry 69: Calcelmo currently travels with a team of bodyguards North to Mzinchaleft at my direction in search of the entrance to ‘Blackest-Reaches.’ As we awaited his return, I turned my eyes towards the shrine of Molag Bal. I brought Erik with me one evening to the house which hid the...

Entry 68: I took the road West from Nightgate Inn to Markarth, stopping at evening at the Frostfruit Inn in Rorikstead. I met there a man whose family I had once supported financially, who was excited to see me. He told me that since we had last spoke he had become a mercenary to gain fame and...

Entry 67: My time at the Nightgate Inn has been refreshing and profitable. I have spent many hours at the lake, filling my hands with fishing pole and smoking-pipe as I mused over many mysteries. I highlight this entry so as to mark it for further consideration. My meditations began with the...

Entry 66: New vistas of reality burst into my sight. I arrived in the ice-fields at noon, carrying with me the essence extractor which I had filled, holding within the facsimile of Dwemer blood crafted from the essences of the other merish races. I note here that all fluids were extracted...

Entry 65: I arrived at Winterhold near sunset, supping on the steps of the Hall of the Elements with J’Zargo and swapping stories. From the time I had last seen him, he seems to have really applied himself, and of that I am proud. He has been working closely with Faralda to progress the study...

Entry 64: The Night Mother is a heap of ashes and her few children are left listless. The night at Windpeak Inn passed smoothly, and I found opportunity to speak to Bjorn. I found him in front of the inn, standing against the wooden wall and looking directly up at the waxing moons. “Do you...

Entry 63: It had been four or five days of waiting, I was not sure at the time. My mind grew numb and my senses had been dulled. For a long time I prayed to the Master for success, for strength, for glory, but as minutes grew to hours, which morphed into days, I began to see, or perhaps...

Entry 62: I write from Breezehome, which will soon be the site of a great victory. I traveled with little incident from Morthal to Whiterun, where I immediately entered the door of the Drunken Huntsman, ordering a tankard of mead from the barman, Elrindir, who I had not previously met despite...

Entry 61: On my trip West I overshot Whiterun, traveling by night upon Arvak, who bore me swiftly to Morthal. It was there that I spoke for a good long while with Falion, the mage who holds the secret to curing vampirism, which I asked him to share with me. At first, he was hesitant to answer...