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Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 27, 8th of Hearth Fire

We were attacked by a horrible insect in the marsh today. It spits like a frostbite spider, but its bite is far worse. Erandur was bitten very badly on the leg. I was hurrying to heal him when an Argonian joined the fray alongside Kharjo; between the two beasts they were able to kill the nasty creature. The Argonian said her name is Anum-La, and she’s been encountering these ‘chauruses’ more and more these days. She is a cheerful warrior, though a bit sarcastic. In thanks for her help in exterminating the chaurus, I offered her a spot at our campfire, which she accepted. I will ask her if she would like to accompany us tomorrow.

Kharjo is telling Erandur some stories of Elsewyr. I admit that after a couple of days in the marsh, traversing hot desert sands does sound fairly appealing. Perhaps someday Keeper Carcette will send me to another province?

Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 27, 8th of Hearth Fire

We were attacked by a horrible insect in the marsh today. It spits like a frostbite spider, but its bite is far worse. Erandur was bitten very badly on the leg. I was hurrying to heal him when an Argonian joined the fray alongside Kharjo; between the two beasts they were able to kill the nasty creature. The Argonian said her name is Anum-La, and she’s been encountering these ‘chauruses’ more and more these days. She is a cheerful warrior, though a bit sarcastic. In thanks for her help in exterminating the chaurus, I offered her a spot at our campfire, which she accepted. I will ask her if she would like to accompany us tomorrow.

Kharjo is telling Erandur some stories of Elsewyr. I admit that after a couple of days in the marsh, traversing hot desert sands does sound fairly appealing. Perhaps someday Keeper Carcette will send me to another province?

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Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 26, 7th of Hearth Fire

After explaining things to Jarl Skald, a quite unpleasant and warlike man, and being not-entirely-assured that he would settle the burials of the priests and orcs, we set off. I know the Pale best, as do Erandur and Kharjo, and since I’ve encountered necromancers at Fort Snowhawk it seems likely there are more accursed folks in this hold. I’ve also been wanting to return to the marsh between Morthal and Solitude to gather plants. Kharjo keeps muttering under his breath that this swamp is no place for a desert-dweller, but is using his keen eyes to spot the well-camouflaged canis roots for me.

Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 26, 7th of Hearth Fire

After explaining things to Jarl Skald, a quite unpleasant and warlike man, and being not-entirely-assured that he would settle the burials of the priests and orcs, we set off. I know the Pale best, as do Erandur and Kharjo, and since I’ve encountered necromancers at Fort Snowhawk it seems likely there are more accursed folks in this hold. I’ve also been wanting to return to the marsh between Morthal and Solitude to gather plants. Kharjo keeps muttering under his breath that this swamp is no place for a desert-dweller, but is using his keen eyes to spot the well-camouflaged canis roots for me.

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Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 25, 6th of Hearth Fire

I have spoken with a Daedric Prince and lived to tell the tale.

There are bodies that must be seen to, scattered all throughout the temple. Erandur will ask the Jarl to have the guards attend to their burials in the morning, and then he is joining Kharjo and me…after today, it didn’t feel right to simply leave him all alone with his Divine. Not when he’s worked so hard to rejoin the world again.

I drank the Dreamstride, and I saw through what I know now to be Erandur’s eyes—the attack on the temple and the release of the Miasma. I saw his friends, his brothers…the defenders of the Staff of Corruption. Erandur is a powerful mage, but even his spells faltered when it came to facing his brothers. Kharjo and I had to deal with them, leaving Erandur to destroy the staff.

Which is when I heard Vaermina’s voice in my head. She tried to tempt me with her power, telling me that Erandur would betray us and seize the staff for himself. And while I did not trust him before…I certainly trusted a Daedric Prince far, far less.

Most of the villagers have gone to sleep at last. I think I don’t need to return to the Hall immediately; after facing Vaermina, we can certainly take on a few smaller concerns in the Pale.

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Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 24, 5th of Hearth Fire
It has been a very…busy two days. I left the Hall yesterday morning for Dawnstar, making a stop with Ahkari’s caravan. I gave Kharjo his Moon Amulet, and he was very grateful—he offered to travel with me as my personal guard, if I wished. I thought that without knowing what menace I might be facing in Dawnstar it might be a good idea to have a skilled warrior at my side, and so I agreed to have him accompany me in my journeys. I told him he could leave when he wanted, though; I would not want my Khajiit friends to be without his protection for long!

We walked on to Dawnstar, and I asked around about the nightmares for a while. I was eventually directed to talk to the priest of Mara staying at Windpeak Inn by one of the miners. Kharjo and I met Erandur, the priest, who explained that he believed the nightmares were caused by something that happened at Nightcaller Temple—something having to do with Vaermina. He asked if I, as a Vigilant of Stendarr, would aid him in dealing with the situation, and of course I told him that was why I had been sent in the first place. He was gracious enough to pay for our rooms at the inn last night, and we set off for the accursed temple this morning.

Which…well.

Erandur is certainly a priest of Mara. No devotee of a Daedric Prince could receive her blessing, as he did. But he was also once a priest of Vaermina. I suppose the signs were there even from the start—he knew way too much about the temple’s layout and the Staff of Corruption at its heart. And its history—why would a priest of Mara know anything about the Miasma? But I believe—and this may be because of what I have learned about how Keeper Carcette truly sees the world—that Erandur is a good man.

He didn’t want to endanger me with the Dreamstride; he thought that Vaermina would know I am one of Stendarr’s chosen. But who better to face her realm than one blessed with Stendarr’s infinite mercy?

We haven’t found the book explaining how to access the Dreamstride yet, though. Kharjo and I are tired; Erandur thinks that we will be able to sleep unaffected by the nightmares. Our bedrolls are laid out in a corner away from the dead. I am not certain that I will be able to fall asleep despite Erandur’s surety; this temple is thoroughly unnerving.

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