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V. Light and Darkness: Mount Kilkreath

---Last Seed, 28th, 4E 201--- Tried some spellcrafting last night. No such luck. It fizzled out in my hands. This will need more time and work. The first item Auryen wants is south of Riften, in Broken Helm Hollow. A long carriage ride ahead. But first, Mount Kilkreath. Auryen was kind enough to point me in that direction, but warned that there are undead in the region around it. I remember now. Meridia is Daedric Prince of Light. She commanded me to cleanse her temple of a necromancer nesting within. He abuses her sacred artifact to twist the souls left behind by this civil war into undead. I'll gladly remove him. Skyrim does not need more

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Snowballs

The first snow of the year dusted Nyota’s fur and crunched under her feet, fluffing out in a thick flurry as she shook it out of her hair. Marcy laughed and scooted out of the way as it drifted down around her. “Hey, watch it!” she scolded, lightly punching Nyota’s arm. “It’s like being caught in a blizzard, standing next to you.” “Sorry,” Nyota said. She tugged her collar a little higher. “I forget how easily buried you short humans are.” She grinned as Marcy punched her arm harder. “Ow. What are you made of, rock?” Marcy grumbled, shaking out her hand. “&#

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XXV. The Greybeards

---Frostfall, 18th, 4E 201--- Dawn, good time for journeys and beginnings. Maybe for accepting too. I dreamed of sunlight. Felt like quiet sleep, woke to a few half-coherent spell-scribings near my bed. Glad to see the mage-madness didn't take long to steal me. Zora is laughing. East of here, the sky seems to go on forever. Met a fisherman named Klimmek as I left town. He makes deliveries of food to the Greybeards. I offered to take it up for him, spare his knees from the climb. Kind man, good smile. He warned me to watch for wild animals and ice on the stairs. Bears. Good warning. Small shrines all up the side of the path here. There's his