Star Gazer
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Entry 38:
Nightmares plague my sleep. While I am still attempting to rest off this illness, I am hardly able to close my eyes before horrible visions encircle me. I cannot bear to even record the atrocities which my mind concocted, but every vision ends the same- standing before the altar of Molag Bal in Markarth. I have been contenting myself and calming my nerves with canis-root tea, which I have been purchasing from Sharamph the medicine-woman. I have found it to be a reprieve for my aching head as well.
At sunset, I was finally able to withstand the heat and light, and I enjoyed another successful night of research. I met my spider friend again and was working on calming him after repeated antagonization to great success when I saw a skeever peering at me from the brush which then approached quickly and angrily. Perhaps I had come too close to her nest. I cast my spell at her with both hands and she became little different than a domesticated canine, strutting around carelessly. I strolled the countryside and forests seeing the effects of pacification on many such animals, I had even successfully calmed a wolf who was stalking me from some small distance, after which, I approached and pet him. Laughing, I rushed off before my spell would wear off. (as none of my illusions have lasted for any great duration)
I returned to the settlement again before dawn and entered the hall. Orcs within the settlements are notoriously early risers, valuing hard work and productivity, yet I arrived early enough to catch many still asleep. I approached the cot on which I had been staying, and as I was removing my boots I caught a glimpse of the woman who was sleeping on the cot next to mine. I felt a great desire for her and my blood boiled within me, however I attempted to quiet myself. What I felt rang similar to passionate, romantic attraction and I was caught off-guard, not having felt such an emotion since my Aris passed in Valenwood years ago. I attempted again to enter my cot and sleep, but my mouth watered, knowing she was only feet away from me. I heeded the words of my father, “move a muscle, change your mind,” and rose, exiting the hall, choosing rather to face the ferocity of the sunrise. As expected, the light caused irritation to my skin and eyes and I went directly to Sharamph. I explained my illness and that I had been suffering for two nights from such symptoms. She asked if I have had any encounters with vampires or their minions, which I affirmed. She mixed me a simple potion, handed it to me, and said with a gruff sternness typical of Orsimer women, “Sanguinare Vampiris.” I recognized the name immediately and downed the concoction. She informed me I should be better by evening. Even moments after drinking the potion, my headache subsided.
I thanked her and asked her what I owed her. “This one is free, blood-kin,” she said. As always, I am inspired and amazed by orcish hospitality.
I feel that my time in the wilderness has been extremely helpful in clearing my mind with simple study and works. I plan to travel to Whiterun in the morning to share my discoveries of Orsimer bone smithing with Eorlund and hopefully we will be able to unlock the mysteries of molding the bones of the dragons in weaponry. From there, I plan to return to Winterhold and pursue my studies in illusion magics and assist with their inquiries on the orb.
Nightmares plague my sleep. While I am still attempting to rest off this illness, I am hardly able to close my eyes before horrible visions encircle me. I cannot bear to even record the atrocities which my mind concocted, but every vision ends the same- standing before the altar of Molag Bal in Markarth. I have been contenting myself and calming my nerves with canis-root tea, which I have been purchasing from Sharamph the medicine-woman. I have found it to be a reprieve for my aching head as well.
At sunset, I was finally able to withstand the heat and light, and I enjoyed another successful night of research. I met my spider friend again and was working on calming him after repeated antagonization to great success when I saw a skeever peering at me from the brush which then approached quickly and angrily. Perhaps I had come too close to her nest. I cast my spell at her with both hands and she became little different than a domesticated canine, strutting around carelessly. I strolled the countryside and forests seeing the effects of pacification on many such animals, I had even successfully calmed a wolf who was stalking me from some small distance, after which, I approached and pet him. Laughing, I rushed off before my spell would wear off. (as none of my illusions have lasted for any great duration)
I returned to the settlement again before dawn and entered the hall. Orcs within the settlements are notoriously early risers, valuing hard work and productivity, yet I arrived early enough to catch many still asleep. I approached the cot on which I had been staying, and as I was removing my boots I caught a glimpse of the woman who was sleeping on the cot next to mine. I felt a great desire for her and my blood boiled within me, however I attempted to quiet myself. What I felt rang similar to passionate, romantic attraction and I was caught off-guard, not having felt such an emotion since my Aris passed in Valenwood years ago. I attempted again to enter my cot and sleep, but my mouth watered, knowing she was only feet away from me. I heeded the words of my father, “move a muscle, change your mind,” and rose, exiting the hall, choosing rather to face the ferocity of the sunrise. As expected, the light caused irritation to my skin and eyes and I went directly to Sharamph. I explained my illness and that I had been suffering for two nights from such symptoms. She asked if I have had any encounters with vampires or their minions, which I affirmed. She mixed me a simple potion, handed it to me, and said with a gruff sternness typical of Orsimer women, “Sanguinare Vampiris.” I recognized the name immediately and downed the concoction. She informed me I should be better by evening. Even moments after drinking the potion, my headache subsided.
I thanked her and asked her what I owed her. “This one is free, blood-kin,” she said. As always, I am inspired and amazed by orcish hospitality.
I feel that my time in the wilderness has been extremely helpful in clearing my mind with simple study and works. I plan to travel to Whiterun in the morning to share my discoveries of Orsimer bone smithing with Eorlund and hopefully we will be able to unlock the mysteries of molding the bones of the dragons in weaponry. From there, I plan to return to Winterhold and pursue my studies in illusion magics and assist with their inquiries on the orb.