Serinal's journal

Entry 1:

Well since everyone else in this place seems to have their own little journal thing, and I know, because I looked in all of them, I figured I might as well do one too, you know? Well uh, not really a journal as much as a fancy thing I bought off of another stray Kyn in the black market. Man there's a few more of us around than I thought there would be. Anyway, its some magic orb that records what I say so I don't have to bother with writing, which I'm totally the best at but whatever, talking is easier. I don't really have anything to talk about today though so I'm just gonna end this entry now.

Entry 2:

By Sanguine I think I might have messed up a bit here. I wanted to do an experiment with Yvenn. Now I gotta give some context here. Yvenn is a little bitch, but he's actually a vampire on the down-low. Shocking right? Seems like he isn't a fan of it, but whatever. Anyway, I know what he is, but he doesn't know that I know. Naturally, I'm going to use this to mess with him. Usually I just off-handedly say stuff that'd only make sense if the listener was in the know about vampiric lifestyles and then watch him get flustered while I act all innocent. Its bloody hilarious first of all, if someone ever reads this and has a vampire friend, they should try it out. When I got the chance I dragged him to a bar while me and the boys were on leave. I figured that since he's already dead, he can't die from alcohol poisoning right? So I wanted to see how drunk I could get him. Long story short he couldn't move his arms or legs after I was done. But uh the thing is I kind of forgot about all that and left him in the bar. It happened yesterday by the way. I should probably get going now.

Entry 3:

Well this has devolved into me rambling about other people pretty quick and I don't see the point in stopping. My master, Adaliz, has been keeping me busy all bloody week recently. Some big deal is going down soon so all the staff are getting run ragged. He's a real slavemaster when he wants to be, the little brat. Still, its a pretty sweet deal mostly. He kinda has me under his thumb since he knows what I am, the rest of the crew thinks I'm just a Dunmer, illusion magic is one hell of a drug, but anyway yeah he could rat me out to all manner of scary people if he wanted, which results in me getting sent back to Oblivion, which I definitely do not want to happen any time soon. I just hope he understands that I could probably take him down with me if I tried hard enough, since I could act like we were up to nefarious stuff or something instead of just normal business stuff. Well, relatively normal, what with all the weirdness in this province. I've seen traces of many different Princes all around Skyrim. Makes me a bit edgy to tell the truth. No idea what's gonna happen with that. But whatever, back to the original subject. My master is a pain and I'm just gonna do some skooma and go where it takes me. Preferably away from here.

Entry 4:

Well that was a rough night. I woke up in the sewers actually. No idea how that happened. Other people were there too, so I guess it was a party? No use thinking about it probably, it'll be fine probably maybe. Anyway yeah the guards didn't act like anything big happened so I'm probably in the clear. Also I snuck in the boat at night and no one noticed I was gone. Looks like everyone's asleep too, probably because Adaliz worked them to exhaustion. I briefly considered carrying Yvenn over to Adaliz's bed and dropping a bunch of empty wine bottles around and then waiting for them to wake up, but I'm also very lazy and that's a long flight of stairs. So I did it with some of the guardsmen instead. Also, while I was contemplating doing the first thing while in Yvenn's room, I found out he had a small shrine to Azura. Didn't know the kid was into that sort of thing, but it explains why he's such a milkdrinker, as the Nords put it. Can't even man up and accept who his new god is so he's trying to hide behind the skirt of another one. Kinda cute in a sad way. Not that I care about mortal problems. But I'm not tired and I think the Skeever is still open so I'm gonna head back there and see if anything is going on.

Entry 4:
Went to Windhelm today, it was cold and boring, especially for me. Tried to have some fun in the tavern but I nearly got jumped by some of the locals. Beginning to regret pretending to be a Dunmer, considering how many people here dislike them. Luckily Adaliz stepped in and berated me for getting up to perfectly acceptable behavior in my opinion. But I guess I owe him one, unfortunately. Didn't expect him to actually bother to help. Anyway him yelling at me and calling me his servant made the Nords laugh at me and let me go. Said a dog should learn to properly obey its master. But yeah I'm going to slip something in their drinks tomorrow. Probably something that loosens the bowels unexpectedly, that could be fun.

Entry 5:

So it turns out there's actually a whole chunk of the city where Dunmer live, and man do they know how to have a proper party. Quality Skooma too, the refined stuff not the trash you get from a back-alley dealer. It was also kinda intense for other reasons too. You ever tried to impersonate an entirely different race while on hard drugs? I mean, probably not, you're an orb. Unless someone else is reading this, then I'm addressing you not the orb. Anyway you probably haven't. I must have slipped a bit here and there because I hazily remember a brawl with some displaced Ashlanders who thought I was mocking their accent. I should probably tone that down maybe. Not really. Only if I have to. I should probably bring some friends with me next time too, if Adaliz doesn't whip us into actually doing our jobs again. Also Yvenn. I kind of want to see what happens when you give drugs to an undead.

Entry 6:

Oh Sanguine, I've had such fun today. I managed to persuade Yvenn to walk with me about town and such, since we're such good friends you know? Hah. Anyway we spent the day at one of the local bars and just talked for a couple hours. The whelp made for gloomy conversation, I'll tell you. I mean sure the topics weren't that far from normal, but he looked like he was about to cry at any moment. I hate it. Really brings down the mood, you know? I don't understand why so many mortals can't ever seem to lighten up a little. Sooo I decided I'd help with that. Like usual I started getting him a bit sloshed, but unlike usually where I drink him under the table and watch him flop around for my own amusement, I stopped when he was just a little buzzed and shoved him towards a group of merrymakers down the hall. He kind of bumped into them and it looked like they were going to beat the life out of him for a second but they actually just laughed and said hello. Now this is where my brilliance comes into play. Poor sod would inevitably mess it up if he was sober, but as long as he has that old liquid courage in him he can be mostly tolerable in social situations. Maybe having actual normal mortal friends might make him less of a pain to talk to. Now uh, you may be wondering, why did I do all that? Well, the reason is because of what I said, of course. But also, I wanted to go through his stuff to see if he was hiding anything interesting. I'm in his room now actually. Its really a mess, filled with books and other strange, boring things. Lots of fiction, I think. Must be where he spends most of his time. Hrmmmm... what's down here? More books? Under the bed seems a pretty odd place to keep them, wouldn't you forget they were there? Now why'd he do tha- oh myyy, now that's one interesting title. *The sound of quickly turning pages could be heard, along with devious laughter.* Ohohoho, I didn't know Yvenn was into these kinds of books. How absolutely- Wait, isn't this one a play? Oh it is! *more laughter* I am going to have unimaginable fun with this. Now, where can I find the local theater...