Oblivion Mod:Order of the Dragon/Necromancer's Journal

Book Information Necromancer's Journal
ID	xx006694
	1		1.0
Locations
Found in the following locations: On a table upstairs in Jelin's house

Necromancer's Journal

An account of how a necromancer killed Jelin

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[The pages of this book seem to be in fairly good condition, but pulling at the edges brings dark crusts of dried blood along. It is very unpleasant to leaf through it.]

It's cold. Cold and lonely. Oh, this loneliness, how I hate it. As we all hate it. And yet we have no other choice. We crawl like animals, living in the dirt of the fort and Ayleid ruins, without recognition, without acknowledgment of our research, our versatile talents.

Hannibal Traven is damned - Mannimarco should take his soul!

I can't deal with this anymore. I do not want to hide anymore. What right do Hannibal Traven and his selfish worshippers have to expel me from the Mages Guild? To banish me to loneliness? I've always known - I just didn't want to admit it! Because I've work all my life in the name of the Mages Guild and now get inundated with verbal filth!

Teekeeus will still wonder, oh yes, he will, that arrogant bastard. Exposing me in front of everyone, expelling me and my brothers and sisters of the guild. And as he looked at me as if I were something Dirty, Smelly, Contagious.

Not with me, Teekeeus. NOT WITH ME!

Three weeks ago, the scales fell from my eyes. My dissatisfaction, my inner turmoil stems from the mere thought of him, not being able to avenge all the infamies that have caused me and my brothers and sisters in spirit. The Master spoke to me. He spoke to me in my head. He said that they had no right to treat me that way. He wants me to exact revenge. And I'll do that.

I've never committed murder, but the master was right: It's very simple. Jelin was already a strange fellow, no one will miss him. He's never struck me as right, while we have been living at cross purposes for years. As rarely as he leaves his house...

I watched him as the Master commanded. Jelin was shy, with few friends. He was very average, chatted briefly and rarely with other citizens of Chorrol. Every week he once went to the Argonian's store and stocked up with fresh food.

It was so simple.

So terribly simple.

In the evening I went through an open window in his house. He sat there and read a book, seeming not to notice me. As I walked toward him, raised the scythe and... It was so easy. It was so... unsatisfactory. Jelin was insufficient, a useless, little creature... he was not what I wanted, and the Master knows it. The Master appears in my dreams. He wears the white figure of a spirit. He tells me that I can only rest when Teekeeus is destroyed. He says I have to wait. The right moment will be here soon.

The Master will bring me to him. When the time is right, he will come and give me a perfect, immortal figure. My life will be forfeit, but I can serve him forever. So long as I kneel and pray and close the door. And in the evening, when the change of one day to another is complete, should the door be opened. Eventually, he will come. I know that he will come. And when the time comes, these traitors will no longer be safe from me.