JoS/Henriette/11th Journal - Into the Dephts

Rain's Hand, 18th, 4E 202

Hello, my dearest diary, it's it great to have a home now? I've been able to lay low and just relax here in nature's harmony. Just me, Sofia, and sweet solitude. She likes working around the kitchen while I've been tending the garden. Neither of us like cleaning though, so we split the duties. I sometimes leave towards the woods to hunt, but besides that, there's no reason for us to go anywhere. We're self-sufficient here… Or, at least, can be. It will get lonely in the long run and I want to have more friends here… There are still two guest rooms open here. Maybe in the future?

I still don't know much about this lewd Daedric marking that has been printed on me, but I've at least learned the basics of how it works… Is it even the work of a Daedra? I'm not sure what other entity I could even attribute it to. Either way, that's beside the point.

It seems to get a little bit brighter anytime I get horny. It's barely noticeable, but the brightness is always, without mistake, noticeable through any clothing or armor I have on and projects itself on top of them. I can hide it with my hands, but not fully, my hands are not big enough, and besides, the magic on it burns my palms like a hot stove. I literally cannot hide it in any way. It's basically this huge advertisement on top of my crotch that tells everyone, "Hey look at me, I'm horny". It's so embarrassing…

I've gotten a lot closer with Sofia too. It started when she admitted to me that she's jealous of the fact that I never grow up. She said it would be weird of her to grow up to be an adult and still travel with me when I'm always going to be a little girl. So, she told me to change her into a Vampire too. I was really unsure, I couldn't believe she wanted to do it, especially since she had never brought it up before, but she assured me that she had thought about it for months now. Now she has made her mind. That kind of let us connect on a very personal level too, and our relationship has taken a very intimate turn since then.

We've been having a lot of sex, making love like only girls can. At one point, we even snuggled for two days straight… Just the two of us, playing around with toys around the clock. It's great fun, I tell you. She's obviously into me… I'm still more into boys, but so is Sofia, I think. It's not like we can't have any room for girls in our hearts too.

Now that we've gotten so lewd and intimate with each other, we have also discussed the possibility of sharing a bed with a man and even engaging in threesome, and who's to say we can't have even more participants?

Our training has progressed very smoothly too, and we both feel much, much stronger. I haven't gotten around slaying dragons, so I haven't been getting stronger from their souls, but I still gain strength from the blood I consume. This area is generally speaking a good hunting ground for Bandits. It's a good thing they haven't tried to infiltrate our home yet.

Well anyway, I didn't want to write in my journal today because of what we've been doing, or rather, the fact that we haven't been doing anything. I'm writing because recently, I've been itching for an adventure. I've been thinking about focusing my efforts on helping Lord Harkon fulfill his prophecy and finding the rest of the Elder Scrolls.

So, we'll be traveling to Winterhold together because if there's one place where someone could've studied those things in Skyrim, it's definitely Winterhold. From there, who knows where our adventures will take us? Well, I hope that no matter what happens, it will at least be exciting.

Rain's Hand, 20th, 4E 202

So… It seems that my notoriety has cost me some friends, if you could even call them my friends to begin with. After a long journey, we made it to Winterhold, and Sofia decided to stay behind in the inn while I went ahead alone.

Then, I tried to enter the college, but they didn't let me in. Faralda, the gatekeeper, told me that I've been suspended indefinitely from the college, putting a sudden halt to my search for the Elder Scroll.

I said I didn't understand why. Like first of all, I don't ever recall actually "joining" the college, as the last time I was here was simply to gather information. That's not how Faralda sees things here though. She said that the decision was made by Tolfdir, the man in charge of training me, the man who had been appointed as my teacher without me even realizing it. He apparently didn't approve of me anymore, and considering that there isn't really anyone here to train new students besides him, everything kind of fell apart apparently. Faralda said they had heard of my crimes in Markarth, rumors about me being a vampire and even whispers about my promiscuous lifestyle.

Basically, they first named me an apprentice without my knowledge or consent and then kicked me off the college because they thought I was a murderous vampire slut. I mean, they're not wrong… That's exactly what I am…

Wait, wait just a minute, that's beside the point! Did they not think it was strange for me to be free if I was sentenced to death and imprisoned? And they even judge me based on how many sexual partners I've had? What, am I not allowed to have a private life anymore? I mean, I can understand the first two reasons for my suspension, but how is my promiscuity even a reason for them to consider? Who I decide to share a bed with and have sex with is MY personal choice! And what's this about me being a vampire? They don't even have evidence. It's not like being a vampire is a crime anyway! Okay, it is, I know that, but it shouldn't be! Why would being a vampire be my fault anyway? I didn't choose to be turned into one! I have a right to live just like anyone else does! Yeah, it sucks that my survival depends on the blood of humans and elves, but that's not my fault either!

Just to be clear, I wasn't exactly quiet about keeping these thoughts to myself either, and I could tell that Faralda was getting a little nervous hearing me rant to her. Can't blame her. I was pissed at what she had told me. She said that there was nothing she could do, but if I wanted to help, I could go to speak to Tolfdir, who's out in the fields surveying Saarthal. By Sithis, they're still at it? It has been like what, four months already? What in Oblivion do they even expect to find there?

Well, my best bet and finding clues about the location of the Elder Scrolls lies within the college, so I have to play along with their games. I don't really want to break in either, as I don't want to further damage my relationship with these people. I'm also a little afraid of these mages being actually able to defeat me using magic. I think that I need to try and improve my reputation with everyone and repair these broken relationships, starting with this institution. It's bothersome, but it's what needs to be done.

Rain's Hand, 21st, 4E 202

It's hard to say how much progress these guys had made before I got here, but something instantly told me that they hadn't made any significant discoveries. Tolfdir was quite angry when he saw me, but after I explained that I really needed to get inside the college and that I was willing to redeem myself and work for the college if need be, he said that he could give me a chance. "Just one chance", he said, very slowly and clearly, almost as if he was speaking to a toddler.

Since he didn't really want to deal with me personally, probably because he's disgusted by me or something, he sent me to on some other task in Winterhold. What does he take me for, a freaking errand girl? I was like, seriously? I came all the way here for nothing? He said it's actually important though, because one of his students has gone missing or something and that her life could be in danger. He described her as somewhat of a pioneer for her enthusiasm to study the unknown aspects of the school of Conjuration, but also said some of her experiments might've been a little bit too dangerous. "She's a bit too curious about meddling with the Daedra" or something. Now, something has undoubtedly happened to her because she's been missing for over a week, and he wants me to find out what this "something" is. I was to start my search in her field laboratory in some abandoned shed on the outskirts of Winterhold, where she often tried out some Conjuration experiments.

I told him that I'm glad to look into it, but I was sent here to help, and I could be of use, trying to reason with him. I've been in places like these before, I know what I'm doing, that's what I told him. He reluctantly said fine, but he still wants me to find that missing student to restore his confidence in me. Besides, he still didn't want to deal with me, so he sent me to one of his underlings instead.

Why do I get the feeling that he really, really dislikes me?

Anyway, Tolfdir's associate Arniel at least had some work for me, although it wasn't much. He wanted me to look for some enchanted items but swore that if I broke anything, there would be a steep price to pay and no chance of me making up for the things I've done outside the college.

So, I followed his instructions to the T and found an amulet on the wall. When I pulled it off though, I got trapped behind bars with no escape.

Both Tolfdir and Arniel were upset and embarrassed with me and said they told me not to touch anything I wasn't supposed to. I was like, "Look, I was just following your orders. This amulet looked important, and I can even feel magic from it."

Arniel was cussing me out, calling me a stupid brat, but Tolfdir was interested in the fact that the amulet was enchanted. He could feel it too and pointed out that it has some kind of connection with the wall I pulled it from. I tried casting a spell after he suggested that to me, which destroyed the wall into dust and pieces, revealing some corridor behind it. Never mind that, I didn't know my Destruction magic was this powerful. Or, maybe it's not. Perhaps this was supposed to happen?

At this point, Arniel was pissed and shouting at me for damaging this precious, irreplaceable piece of history and about how I was going to get expelled for life, but Tolfdir, at this point, was completely focused on the fact that I had just discovered a hidden pathway. He calmed Arniel down and came to me, saying, "you said you've been into these kinds of ruins a lot, right?"

Well yeah, I have. I'm not the most experienced adventurer out there, but I assured him that I know what I'm doing. I didn't pull the amulet off just out of dumb curiosity.

I think I had earned his trust at that point. He told me that we'll be heading inside soon, that he wanted me to come with him, but he has some arrangements to make beforehand. He said that Sofia could come along too, even though she's not in the college and very much banned from ever studying there again. He said that she may be just about the most problematic student this college has seen in decades, but he trusts her in her abilities as an adventurer, just like he trusts me in that regard. I told Sofia about what happened, and now we're just waiting for him to come back…

So, yeah… Discovering a hidden pathway within just hours must've impressed him, considering that they've been here for months. And they even had the nerve to question my competence…

Rain's Hand, 21st, 4E 202

We found something deep within the excavation site. It was some kind of giant, floating ball. And by giant, I mean really big, like a mammoth or something. It was glowing, rotating, covered in pretty lines and markings… We had no idea what we had just found, but no doubt it was pretty much the most significant discovery the guild had made in these ruins. All thanks to me! Of course, Tolfdir was way too enamored by MY discovery to even pay any credit to me. Instead, he just wanted me to go and inform the Arch-Mage as soon as possible. At this point, I was convinced he really saw me as nothing but an errand girl.

I kind of had to remind him that I'm still suspended, to which he simply sighed and wrote me a writ of passage. Better than nothing, I guess. He said nothing about whenever he would formally recognize me as a student yet, but he must be getting around by now, right? At the very least, I can get inside and use the facilities when I need them. As far as I care, that's a big win, as that was my goal to begin with!

Then, I got to meet Savos Aren, the Arch-Mage. We hadn't actually met before, so he wanted to talk to me a little bit. He had heard whispers about me, who I am, and what I have done to make a name for myself, and he wanted to know which parts were true and which were not, perhaps to put his mind at rest. I admitted to getting to trouble in Markarth, but explained that I had been framed and didn't have any connection to the Forsworn. He believed me. I didn't outright admit to being a vampire, though… Not sure if I should have? Something tells me he knows I'm one… Perhaps being honest would've been better for me. I also revealed to him that I'm pretty much no good at magic and that I'm very much still a novice. I can cast a few spells, but nothing that could damage anyone. I'm a decent alchemist as well, but I'm not sure if that counts.

I felt like the discussion was dragging, so I told him why I came to him and told him about Tolfdir's discovery. He said that he'd go check it out, after which he asked me if there still was anything I wanted to talk about.

That's when I finally asked him if he could just please let me visit the college every now and then without being considered an actual member of the college. Like, I straight up told him I'm not interested in joining, for I'm not and never will be a mage. I reminded him why I was let inside in the first place: I'm a Dragonborn. Voice may not be magic, but me and them, we can benefit from each other. I'm a capable adventurer too. Fortunately, he agreed and said that it's okay, promising to inform Faralda and others so they would let me in in the future. Again, another big win for the history books.

Then, I went to Urag. He doesn't care about what I do outside the college at all, which honestly isn't all that surprising considering that he's probably some kind of closeted pervert. Oops, I meant to write, someone who values studying magic above everything else. Still, on that topic… Is he a top or a bottom? Being an Orc suggests he's very much S, but that might be just my preconceived notions towards Orcs. He's a weird one, so he could just as likely be M.

Anyway, I asked him if he had any books on the Elder Scrolls, anything at all. Well, he said not much, but he has something. He wasn't willing to slap them on the table without hearing about what I wanted to do with them though. He still remembers me asking about a Moth Priest too, and he was really, really curious about what in Oblivion am I planning. In the end, even though I didn't say why, he said that it's not his business. He was just curious. I'm glad that at least some people here don't care about sticking their noses to other people's private business.

One of the more curious books was written by a man named Septimus Signus, but apparently, he's been doing field research for years now. If I want to find more, I should go find him and meet him in his little cave to the north of here.

That's exactly what I'll be doing, but I'm tired after all of this. I need to get some rest.

Anyway, that adventure kind of made him forget about the task given to me originally… Helping Tolfdir find a missing student would surely do favors for me within the college. I wonder, should I actually go about that first? I mean, I promised I'd help him in that regard too, so I probably should. I don't have anything against him, even though he clearly doesn't seem to like me.

Rain's Hand, 22nd, 4E 202

I must've been dreaming because there's no way what happened just happened to me…

We started looking for the missing apprentice and found a place that had been described by Tolfdir. It was part of the city claimed by the sea in the great collapse, a ruined building down on the shore with an expansive basement. It was still in a pristine state, and it really seemed that someone had been doing something there only recently. There were drawings on the floor along with some candles and alchemical ingredients. It looked like some kind of ritual site, kind of reminded me of the Black Sacrament as performed by those seeking Night Mother's guidance, except that instead of presenting a sacrifice for whatever Daedra this ritual was set for, the person performing the ritual must present herself as an offering. All evidence suggests that the woman I'm looking for has completed this ritual and disappeared along with it, and that if we were to find her, one of us should perform the ritual…

I took a long look at Sofia and asked her, should we tell someone or try to follow along with this ritual ourselves? There's two of us, she said, so why not both? It seemed sensible. A simple game of rock paper scissors determined me as the person who's trying out the ritual, with her going on to actually cast the spell.

From there onwards, it all seemed like a nightmare.

Immediately after completing the ritual, I was sucked into a strange plane of Oblivion with walls, floor, and ceiling completely made out of flesh, like inside some massive beast's belly. There was red slimy water on the floor and dripping from the walls, and tentacles reaching out from the walls. I could hear cries of women along with moans coming from behind some of the walls, meaning that there were others here too.

I had nothing on me. All of my items, armor, and clothing were gone, along with my weapons. I couldn't tap into my Magicka either. I have no idea if I even had my Vampiric powers or my Voice, as I never had a chance to try. I was essentially trapped as a prisoner here, so I started looking for clues and an exit.

I was helpless to defend myself against everything around me. I could avoid some of the tentacles and slimy creatures, but there were just too many of them. Some of them were hiding in plain sight. I could fight off one, maybe even two. They weren't particularly strong, and I could mostly struggle my way to freedom, but they were tapping into my strength. I knew I wasn't going to be able to defend myself forever, especially if I were to be trapped in the clutches of multiple tentacles at once.

Then it eventually happened, I got caught one too many times and I was entangled in their inescapable embrace. They were finally able to penetrate me, and I thought it was over for me. I mean, who could've come to my help? I was certain that every woman who had come here had fallen a prisoner like me. They ended up only using me for about a quarter of an hour before retracting back into the flesh. I was free, but also spent. I wasn't going to be able to stop the next attacker.

So it was to be that during my advance further into the bowels of this grotesque place, I was stopped many times and raped repeatedly. I was able to fight free of some, while some simply had their way with me until the end. Eventually, I became unable to defend myself at all. Just a single tentacle was all it took to submit me again.

I was simply too tired to move anymore, and I must've passed out for some time.

When I woke up again, I was trapped inside a wall of flesh with my arms and legs completely within it. I couldn't make my limbs move an inch. Escape was impossible. Long bumpy tentacles impaled me and defiled me without mercy. They filled me with eggs and with their thick, gooey seed, but they didn't stop after filling me. I was still trapped. It was time for round two.

I was so confident that whatever Daedra this plane belongs to had defeated me and made me his slave for all eternity… He had turned me into a seedbed. I was forced to breed its disgusting babies for such a long time… I don't know how long I honestly spent time in there, but it felt like days.

And then, it was just over.

I woke up for real this time, laying on a bed in the very same basement with Sofia sleeping next to me. It's like, I was out from that place like nothing had ever happened. I have no recollection of what happened between me passing out and being stuck inside that wall, or what happened next.

After waking Sofia up, I asked her what had happened here in this world. She said that I lost consciousness after casting the ritual and slept for solid twelve hours after that. Sofia said she was freaking out, but fortunately, she didn't have to look for help. The apprentice we were supposed to look for just came about and showed up, reassuring Sofia that I'd wake up eventually.

Yeah, this whole thing was pointless because it turned out she was never "missing" to begin with; she had just been on a trip to collect ingredients! It must've been quite an adventure just for the sake of some ingredients if she was considered missing by Tolfdir! And to top it off, this absolute scatterbrain of an apprentice hasn't even had the common courtesy of telling her own teacher what she's been up to for the past days she's been "missing"?

The ritual in the book was indeed something that Tolfdir's apprentice has been studying and trying out, a ritual she was recently able to perfect. She talked something about it being a dreamworld and about being a little bit ashamed for me knowing exactly what embarrassing secrets she had been holding onto. Lastly, she was apologetic for me having to experience "her dreams" first-hand. I, too, feel so embarrassed by this whole thing, but I'm also glad nothing serious is actually going on here. In hindsight, the whole thing just makes me laugh.

Still, even though the job is done, I can't just keep that "dream" out of my mind. She called it a dream, but was it really even one, or did it really happen? I mean, my body feels normal… Well, almost. I'm not filled with their foul eggs or anything like that. She unfortunately couldn't tell me much about the nature of this ritual because not even she knows what entity it's connected to. She just said it's some ancient Ayleid Conjuration ritual she's been dipping her toes into to learn more about it.

This is all just so strange. I just can't wrap my head around it… But Tolfdir should be happy with me now… Right? I mean, I helped him find his student even though it clearly was a false alarm to begin with, and even made that discovery in Saarthal.

Rain's Hand, 23rd, 4E 202

Tolfdir admitted that he might've been wrong about me and that there might be valuable for the college to have me as their unofficial member. He still clearly has reservations about me and he thinks that I should do a better job studying magic or at least pretend I do. It weirds him out to see a leather-clad little girl roaming the college with a bow and a dagger instead of a staff, but since I have proved valuable, and since Savos allows it as well, he will not protest the decision. After that, he told me to go my own way. He said he will have work for me later, and he'll be contacting me via letter when he does.

On a side note, I think they're also coming around to maybe accepting Sofia back as well? She may not cast too many spells when she's with me, but she's obviously talented.

From there, we went out to the northern seas to look for Septimus Signus. When we asked where to find Septimus, Urag suggested we'd look for a ferryman for hire at The Frozen Heart, and even gave me a name of an old acquaintance he had. This was more or less required for us because the island he had his outpost on wasn't reachable by foot. Sure, there are a lot of ice sheets, but the Sea of Ghosts is too stormy and volatile to be frozen thoroughly. Needless to say, you can't really swim through those waves either.

Now, regarding Septimus, that guy is either incredibly stupid or incredibly smart. I'm not sure. Cicero looks normal in comparison to this old man's insanity. Well, he can help me, which is more than enough for me. But in return, I have to help him. I'm not sure if I need to, but… Sure, whatever. I'm sure that the mages would love getting him back doing his studies in the college too.

I'm not even going to pretend to fully understand what he was talking about, but for what it's worth, he knows where the Elder Scroll is located, and he so graciously asked that while we'd be there, we would also do something for him. Apparently, those dwarves built some kind of "instrument" that can read those scrolls and even transcribe the contents into some cubes. He even had one of those cubes on him, or as he called them, "Lexicons". Why he personally needs to have the contents from the scroll transcribed is for him to have this large Dwemer cube opened. That's why he's here. So, he needs an inscribed cube to open up an even bigger cube or something. I guess we'll have to figure out what to do once we're there!

He also gave us another Dwemer artifact, this one in the form of a sphere. If I understood his ramblings correctly, it's some kind of key. We'll see.

That place we're going to is called Blackreach. Not a Dwemer ruin per se, but rather a collection of Dwemer ruins. It's a vast cavern system under Skyrim, basically its own whole world. I've never heard of it before… It's pretty crazy to think a place like that could exist under our very feet!

We'll follow this lead. I'm a little scared though, not going to lie. I've never faced Dwemer constructs before, and who knows what else lurks down there…

This better be worth it.

Rain's Hand, 24th, 4E 202

We found one of the entrances to the ancient city of Blackreach on the surface near Saarthal, buried deep under ice and snow. Only the highest towers of the old Dwemer city remain visible, along with one little entrance that can be used to access the ruins. On my map, this ruin is marked as Alftand, and it seems like this area has been excavated in the past, considering all the ropes, bridges, and even bedrolls lying around. I get chills just thinking about sleeping out here in the open. It even seemed like someone had been here recently, and based on what we discovered inside, that might actually be the case.

Then, we got inside the pitch-black ruins. I've heard that some of these places are well lit, but not this one, at least not by the entrance. The machinery is still running, and there's noise all over us. Even the old cogwheels keep grinding after thousands of years.

Then, we got our confirmation about not being alone here.

There must've been two Khajiit here up until we came here. They were Skooma addicts, and they had run out of it. It must've driven one of them insane, or maybe even both. Who knows, only one was left to testify while the other laid dead at the hands of his old ally. We had to get rid of him too, as he attacked us. It's pretty scary what that drug can do to people… I have to be more careful about using it in the future.

Based on what we saw outside and what we found in their possession in the small makeshift camp inside the ruins, there'll be more of these bandits, explorers, whatever you might want to call them. One of the Khajiit was keeping a journal, and it talks of a larger expedition. It didn't specify why they're here or what they're looking for, but the journal did talk about this "J'zhar" fellow being frustrated at his brother "J'darr", who's angry and hallucinating. I suppose it was him who we killed. The journal also mentions J'darr having seen some pale creatures coming out from inside the ruins and about the disappearance of "Valie", who is also part of this expedition. I'm guessing there are Falmer here. Great.

We also had our first real taste of the ancient constructs, the guardians who still roam these ruins. I wasn't sure what kind of weapons even work on them. They're very sturdy at places but also brittle at others. Magic keeps them going, and those magical circuits are easy to disrupt even with weapons that can't harm their metal exterior. Even a well-placed shot with an arrow does the trick. Sofia is a little careful about using her swords on them. Can't blame her.

We're now resting and recovering our strength. The area ahead is better lit and free of ice. It's warmer here, so we can actually stop, but I'm afraid of what might be ahead. Surely these spider automatons aren't the only things the Dwemer built to guard this place? We need to be extra careful.

Rain's Hand, 24th, 4E 202

Good grief, is it really worth it risking my life for something that might not even be here? This place is genuinely terrifying.

At places, it's pitch-black. I can barely see what's in front of me and the sounds of ancient Dwemer machinery all around me are so loud. I rely a lot on my ears, but there's no way I can hear my enemies approaching from the midst of all this noise.

We also got a taste of another kind of Dwemer construct. They're some kind of Spheres, and they're much more powerful. Their firepower is scary strong… And the oil spills on the floor, fuck them. I thought I was stepping on water because of all the ice, but then one of them ignited thanks to those blasted spiders with their blasted magic beams. I swear, I thought I was going to die… I should've known better. This oil smells horrible after all. Being burned alive doesn't sound like a pleasant way to go.

And then we found a damned Falmer shield. Yeah, the journal already suggested that there's some of them here, but now this, this is solid proof.

We also found another journal, but we haven't found its owner, so we don't really know who it belongs to. It also talks about Valie, the woman who disappeared, and also some guy named Endrast who has disappeared too. It also talks of someone named Sulla, who based on what this journal says, is still alive and accompanying this journal's writer. Lastly, it speaks of someone called Yag, but we've got no clues what could've happened to her.

It seems that despite this writer being scared shitless of what could be going on here, and the fact that this writer has lost some of his or her allies to these ruins, it seems they've ventured deeper. Since the journal was left behind, makes me wonder, are they even alive anymore? There's something dangerous further down there, that we can be sure of.

As for us? We're going to do what they did and delve just a little deeper, but my gut tells me to get out of here.

Rain's Hand, 24th, 4E 202

A safe journey built our confidence, luring us into a false sense of security.

We thought there was steady ground underneath our feet, we made sure to avoid the rubble, but that didn't matter. We fell down a few floors. We're both still alive and in one piece with only some bruises, but getting up from here is impossible. We have to find an alternative route for getting out of here, or else never see the surface again.

There are two Falmer corpses ahead in the direction forward. We're still gathering our strength. Did they fall like us, or did something else kill them? The bodies look fresh.

We also found two more explorers, both dead. I'm guessing this female Orc is Yag, but she had no journal or documents for us to confirm this. She's got multiple stab wounds, her clothes are in tatters, and it looks like she's been raped. I find it hard to imagine that the Falmer would've killed her in captivity, but who knows, it could've been an accident on the Falmer's part. Either way, she's hopefully in some better place in the afterlife.

Then we found Endrast along with his journal. This Bosmer male was dead too. He talked about Falmer attacking them in their sleep, about the two Khajiit going missing, and about them having to fight for their lives. Sulla, who I now imagine being the expedition leader, is still with the author of the second journal we found, who we now know is a woman by the name of Umana. This journal also talks of how Yag saved his life from the Falmer, and about how he actually heard Yag get killed and raped by those monsters, all while he was unable to save her from that horrible fate.

Still no sight of Sulla, Umana, or Valie, so I'm guessing they're further down the bowels. I don't want to even think about what could wait deeper inside, but it's the only direction we can go towards…

Rain's Hand, 24th, 4E 202

This is some kind of Chaurus hive we've found ourselves in. There are a lot of eggs here, and their slimy tentacle guardians are very protective of them. I didn't have to even pick one of them up for a tentacle to reach up to my leg. Just walking too close was enough for them to get aggressive with me. I'm so glad Sofia was able to protect me. We're both spared, for now.

Why does it have to be so… We have no other direction to go to. It's not like we're going to wake up and realize that it was all some nasty nightmare all along if we end up being raped by those tentacles.

Other than that, it's been just Falmer, and we've been effective in killing them. This is going surprisingly well so far. Still no sight of other explorers. I feel like we have to rest properly now though. It's tiring down here, and we're going to need to conserve our strength.

I hope we can catch some sleep despite all the machinery rumbling around us.

Rain's Hand, 25th, 4E 202

So, it happened. The Chaurus got to us. Navigating past their eggs was impossible, and they caught us. They got us both, they raped us, and they impregnated us. I think they were even coated in some kind of poison with intoxicating properties. My body seemed to be absorbing something from the tentacles anyway, and my holes felt so strange, tingly, and hot even after being freed. And, by the way, it's a good thing we did manage to sneak away from their grasp.

Oh, I'm so thankful that there weren't any bugs or Falmer left here, but rather just tentacles. Had they found us, we'd probably be either eaten alive or serving as their slaves right now.

I'm still so damn horny, out of breath, and wet I can hardly bear it. I'm still feeling lightheaded, almost as if drunk, and I just can't calm down. If we weren't in danger, we could probably even appreciate how we're feeling right now. Sofia, who's showing the exact same symptoms as I, said that she had never come so hard. Like seriously, it's nothing like the last time I was raped by Chaurus tentacles… Or is it just that I've gotten more perverted and sicker? When I was first raped by tentacles, I was still a novice, a newbie, hadn't had too many sexual experiences under my belt… But now my body has been corrupted from being fucked so many times… It's like my mind is playing tricks on me or something…

It's such a dangerous state we're in. We don't even know how to get out of here, and now this horniness has taken over our minds and bodies. It won't settle down at all. We even tried fingering each other, and while it did help us relax for a while, the horniness and symptoms just kicked back in stronger. It's like Skooma, except instead of getting withdrawal symptoms, we're just getting hornier and hornier.

We both agree that we're not going to give up without a fight. Even if the Falmer were to find us now, we would fight until the end. We're going to relax a while longer though, but we will eventually push forward slowly. Very, very slowly. Hopefully, we can find someplace safer or even a way out of these ruins.

Rain's Hand, 25th, 4E 202

We made it out, but the weather is horrible right now. We'll rest here while we wait for the snowstorm to die down. At least we now have a safe passage into and out from the ruin. It was physically demanding, especially since there were some Falmer ahead on the way, but being slowed down by horniness couldn't stop us, not today anyway.

Before we managed to get out, we found one final corpse belonging to an Imperial male. I'm guessing this is the Sulla we had read about earlier, and he had a journal on him as well.

Based on what I'm reading and what he was wearing, he was with the Legion. He had been contacted by someone to assemble a searching party for some unspecified great treasure that could or could not lie within these ruins, but these texts hold no clues to what it could be. In fact, the journal didn't have much of any important information at all, as it was mostly just self-aggrandizing bullshit and mumbo jumbo I didn't care to read much about.

There were also these huge, absolutely massive Dwemer constructs outside the building they were inside, out of which they had taken out one. We were left to fight the remaining one. Let's just say it wasn't an easy fight. Even dragons are less of a threat than those things. I never, EVER want to fight one again.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the corpse! We had to figure out what had happened here, and I'm guessing that Sulla here got killed by Falmer. Not sure. We are standing on top of the entrance to Blackreach, to which the Dwemer cube Septimus gave us was needed. They actually had one of their own and had opened the door already, meaning that we never had to use ours. Still, there's no sign of Umana or Valie. They're both women, so if I had to guess, the Falmer have gotten them both but haven't killed them, meaning we might actually find them alive somewhere down there in Blackreach.

Anyway, since we found an exit we can use to get outside, we're gonna skedaddle as soon as the weather takes a turn for the better. We need to go somewhere safe and warm to rest and recover properly. No way we're going to stay here longer than we have to, not in this sorry state. Heljarchen is straight to the south from here, so we'll probably head there and rest in the Nightgate Inn. It's a straight and safe road.

Rain's Hand, 26th, 4E 202

When we finally made it to the Nightgate Inn, we were so ready to just lie down in a bunk and make love to each other all night. We were getting so horny, but unfortunately, we never got to indulge in each other. Or, more like, fortunately? You see, we found some company instead.

There was a group of mercenaries as patrons here. They were probably Bandits, but I don't know, and I don't care. They weren't causing any trouble to anyone. They were very interested in us from the moment we entered the inn, as there were no female patrons here. That was the fastest either of us had ever been hit on.

They had no idea we would be such an easy target for them. I was ready to drop my panties the second they said they were looking for a good time.

They had rented the biggest room, and they let us stay there too, but we had to pay with our bodies. From there onward, these five adult men used us, sometimes even at the same time. It was a proper alcohol-fueled gangbang with two tiny girls and five big adult men. They couldn't believe how willing and lewd we were. I swear, I took three of their dicks at the same time, and I enjoyed it so much. I took them all so effortlessly. Pounded from three directions at the same time had never felt so good. I swear, I've never had so much fun!

Most of the night was kind of a messy blur. We drank a lot of mead too. My delicate taste buds don't like alcohol that much, but I had no trouble downing mugs full of Honningbrew like water, especially after the second drink. Sofia is much more attuned to alcohol.

They're out for now, and we're finally feeling a little better. It's like the alcohol washed away the effects of that Chaurus poison or something, or maybe it was the sex. Our stomachs have inflated a little though… I hope we can get rid of these parasites soon. Until then, we're going to keep relaxing during the day and serving them during the night. Those boys are exploring some Nordic ruin close by, and they'll be getting back in the evening. We'll be waiting to comfort them.

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