Dear Diary,
We reached our destination. Mr. E explained to me the meaning behind wall of the Blades, but we are still unsure of our next course of action. Delphine suggested I go and speak to the Greybeards again, so I set off out the back entrance to the temple. It was getting late, and noticed a Hold I had not yet visited only a short walk away, so I decided to detour and find a safe place to stay for the evening.
What a mistake. Overnight turned into several days. My curiosity and tendency to help those in need got the best of me once again.
But a moment after entering the city, a citizen went on a crazed rampage killing a woman before myself and a few guards took him down. A man by the inn whispered something to me and dropped a note. It said to meet him at the shrine of Talos, and curious as to what was wrong with the now splattered man, I decided to take him up on it. In the shrine he told me the Forsworn were the rightful owners of the hold, and they were making guerrilla attacks on the city against it's citizens and the merchant nobility - the Silverbloods. While this definitely upset me, I wasn't inclined to take action until he told me I could intervene in a specific case if I did a bit more digging. He gave me some information and I began my search.
As I left the temple I was approached by a man named Vigilat Tyranus. He asked if anyone had been in or out of the abandoned house he was standing next to. I said no, as I had just entered the city myself, and he mentioned some things about Daedra worship. Being a native of Cyrodiil this got my attention, and I offered to help him search the house. There isn't much my people hate more than a Daedra cult planning something devious in our own cities. As we walked in, I couldn't help but note how twisted this whole Hold was, and wondered if I should just walk out. I had other obligations after all.
But as we searched the house we realized something was not right. My newfound partner and I delved a bit deeper when things began to fly off the shelves. The house was haunted! I raised my shield to stop some cutlery and a potion from smacking into my head. A voice boomed from somewhere in the house, and from there I cannot remember much. All I can recall is it forced Tyranus and myself to duel to the death, and unfortunately his blood was spilled...The voice released me and I realized what I had done, and began to cry for the man. However I realized where I was, and that there was a possibility to get revenge on this voice that was now beckoning me deeper into the house. I ventured deeper into the basement, and then into a cave, where I found a shrine. There was a weapon on the altar, and I thought to take it so whoever was here would be defenseless against me (which was only fair for what it had just previously done!) but I was quickly trapped in a cage of Daedric metal and the voice began again. It was a Daedric lord, not a human after all. It asked me to bring an end to a man who was desecrating his shrine. Seeing no other way out I lied to the demon and said I would bring an end to it. It seemed desperate and was happy to hear me devote myself to his cause and let me go. As I left, I thought to seek out this man and offer him all he needed to continue to torture this monster.
I shut the door behind me, looked up at the beautiful sky and Markarth architecture and felt a great deal of relief. If only these citizens strolling by knew what was behind that door. I regained my composure and continued to look for clues on the Forsworn agents.
A long story leads to me being imprisoned. As it turns out, everyone was involved. Everyone! I was not the first to find myself in the Cidnha silver mines out of selflessness. There was no way I was going to rot in this prison though. I knew finding the Forsworn leader down here was my path to getting revenge and freedom. It took some persuasion to get to the man, finding the things I needed to let him pass, and when I finally did, I had to choose between another man's life and mine. A man who had just helped me out, and was innocent as well. I considered the alternatives. We could have both just served our terms and lived, but who knows how many more would be put down there in the meantime. I felt it had to be done, and I made it as swift and painless as possible. We escaped through a tunnel, and after a short battle the Forsworn had their leader again, while the Silverbloods lost a great deal.
I left the city as fast as my legs would carry me and hopped a carriage to Whiterun. I wanted to get as far away as I could.
Until next time.
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