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10th of Second Seed
Fuck these nords! Fuck their country, fuck their snow, and fuck their piss reeking people. Morons! Idiots! I would sooner trust a skeever than another one of these fucking snowbacks! They told him! They told Scales! A group of guards confronted the argonian when he returned to that pathetic excuse for a city called Dawnstar. Stupidstar more like! They asked him why someone would be looking for him and before they could attempt to bully any answers out of him (I wish they had tried because the world would be a better place without them fathering more stupid snowbacks!) he fled the city! Now he knows I am after him!
Well....perhaps that is untrue....again....I do not know because stupidity works both ways the nord guards possess a memory no better than a horker apparently because they can't remember if they gave any details of who I was to Scales when they confronted him. All I could get out of them was that the big argonian returned from the south (frustratingly avoiding me), went straight to the jarl's hall, cashed in some bounties and was attempting to use his newly earned gold to make a deal with the local blacksmith when the guards approached him. All I know is that he fled west....into the swamps of Morthal. The Argonian. Fled west. Into the swamp. The swamp. That is. Without a doubt. The worst. Place. For an Argonian. To go. I would have better luck trying to find a tick on an enraged mammoth's backside.....
12th of Second Seed
I have exhausted almost all of my resources in two short days. The marshes of this region are filled with argonian prints....Scales is much too smart to be caught unaware now. Instead of trying to cover his tracks like a sly opponent would he was literally run all over the muck and mud, in and out of puddles and pools to the point where I can't tell where he is coming or going. If I wasn't so irritated right now I would be applauding the brilliance of the play.... But alas no Scales means the master will not only not pay me...but will likely decorate his office with my hide as his new rug. I shudder to think of such a fate for my pretty pretty hide.
Regardless, I have bribed several locals....hopefully ones that know how to keep their fucking tongues behind their teeth. Against my better judgement I have also enacted the Black Sacrament.....perhaps an assassin with some paralysis poison will have no luck where I have failed. Currently I am not stupid enough to stay anywhere near the swamp. I travel daily into different areas, checking rumors to see if the brutish lizard remains in the swamps and best I can tell....he does. Bastard makes friends quick though. Despite looking like hulking lizard on two legs his stupid desire to help others (though killing things I might point out) somehow wins him way more friends than all the coin I can carry.....
15th of Second Seed
The assassin is dead....I found his body this morning gutted from shoulder to groin by those savage axe strikes. These ones are slightly different than the ones I saw to the east....different shaped...slightly more precise. This tells me he is fashioning himself better arms and likely armor. A merchant in Morthal mentioned his stock of iron and steel was all bought up by a large argonian that came by, one that it is whispered was seen talking to the jarl herself. Rumors also say that this argonian was seen building a structure of some kind in the depths of the swamp....he seems to have found his home and is building his nest to defend himself like some animal..... probably not an entirely untrue statement. If I give him anymore time I fear that he will be beyond me. I have some idea where he is....and he seems to only grow more prepared and formidable with each passing day. I cannot wait any longer. My choice is simple....likely death at the hands of my old friend and object of my hunt.....or certain death at the hands of the master....poor odds at any rate. Tonight I will consume every last drop of skooma I have left and make my move. May Jone and Jode protect me.
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Comments
Now you have a few of them, can I also suggest that you think about three links at the bottom of your chapters?
Previous, Next, ToC? These make it easier for... more
What made you come up with that?
What made you come up with that?