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An Elder Experiment

by Lantis Ni'Jeref, Former Imperial Librarian

3rd of Morning Star. Tirdas.

“What we think, we inevitably become. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we either make or break the world together.” ~ Excerpt from the studies of the Ancestor Moths.

You’re actually pretty lucky if you get to read this... I’m Lantis Ni'Jeref.

Have you heard of me? Oh. Well, believe me when I tell you, I’m rather well known in the circles of the Empire. War-hero, deserter, war-hero once more, and now the owner of a quaint tavern and inn resting within the coastal rock arch of Solitude. And you’re lucky as I said, you get to assist me with a most ex officio experiment of mine. Well, not an experiment really, I know perfectly well what I’m doing, as I’ve done it before. But still, reading along with me is like getting your own personal autograph by virtue of your being my current reader. Quite a privilege.

On the subject matter concerning this small note among my journals, version 2 – Version 1 is all written in my noble craft, handwriting extracted from the mystic letters of the House Telvanni – Oh so much to explain. I charge thee with knowing that we of house Ni'Jeref were a race of Imperials, but brothers in arms with House Telvanni. Whilst they were naturally gifted with long lives to understand their craft, we Imperials do love our books. And we wrote such books, of passion and terror and prophecy! Those in our House were practitioners of old arts, perfecting that which we knew, generation to generation. Take our literature, perchance the greatest in the realm compared to every other in Cyrodiil. We could craft letters into words, and link words to worlds. We perfected the art of writing to evoke Visuals in the mind. And one could even take it higher: People have been known to lose themselves in the images we craft on living pages.

A magnificent feat now to me, but it’s quite meaningless. Or not. I’ve still yet to decide on it’s ultimate fate, for you see, I am the last of that noble house. And I’ve been played like the daedric fiddle.

You see, I never knew who I really was for some time. A silly coin to whom might come, so old I am and yet still quite young. A man of thirty-seven years might seem young to some, old to others. It’s all a matter of perspective I suppose.

Prior to the last couple of years, I thought myself talented. I was a Praefectus in the Empire's esteemed Fifth Legion, and chief guard to one of the greatest High- Summoners. But once the storm in Skyrim arrived, everything in my world changed.

One epic, yet erroneously long story short, I fell to the Prince of Destruction, Mehrunes Dagon, on a quest to understand the long-gone cult of the Mythic Dawn.
 

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