Entry 386 – Day 516

Entry 386 – Day 516

Inifra has decided to return to Hamada. She’s arranged for a contingent of her priestesses to meet her there. She will come back to Matasten in a year to commemorate the opening of a temple to Infiri that is being planned. Her duty is to all Infiri’s faithful, she said, and though it seems prudent to make a home in Matasten, she cannot leave them without her ministrations indefinitely.


I’m glad that she’ll be leaving for her sake, but the idea is tearing me apart. I don’t want to see her go. If she comes back, she’ll only be in danger again. That is, of course, assuming I remain in Matasten.


Salisir’s words stuck with me through the night. I barely slept. There has always been something amiss about all of this, but I still can’t rest my hand on what exactly is wrong. Could it be that my mother was corrupted along with these traitors in the Tetrarch? How far-reaching could such a plot truly be?

And is it even my duty any longer to try and unearth it?

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Entry 387 – Day 517

Entry 387 – Day 517

The sun shines in Matasten in a way that I never thought I would see in the Nanten. The trees are sparse throughout the city, even as replanting efforts begin throughout. It glistens off the cleansed palace and plays along veins of jade and ebony strewn across the rooftops of the city. There is more than hope here now; there is peace.


I took the day to walk through the streets. We’ve spent so much time hunting down pockets of Daedric activity within the city that there seems to be little-to-none left. I needed a little reprieve in any case.

Wudan walked with me for a little bit. He wants to go back to Motasta, to Banditown. He wants to find his family and bring them here. He has been given one of the empty houses near the palace grounds along with the honors and treasures that have been bestowed upon him. He wants his mother and grandmother to share in what he has found.

The buildings throughout the city are scarred in many places, marked by scorched patches and strange runes. The citizens are steadily wiping it all away. Doing their best to forget what horrors were associated with the filth.

Commerce never fully left Matasten but it still feels stunted. The selection of goods would improve if three armies hadn’t just ravaged the area. It will take some time for the Nanten Kingdom to regain its footing. Under Hembila, however, I think that the restoration is sure.

I write this from the roof of a building far to the east, watching as the sun sets through the spires of the city and dances over the palace surface. I’m trying to give my mind space to think. I want to give pause to this city now so that I never forget it, even if my life is set to be quite short from here.

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Entry 388 – Day 518

Entry 388 – Day 518

Dionus believes we should go. He doesn’t want to stay in Matasten and I fear that if I don’t acquiesce, he may be tempted to leave me behind. Losing both Dionus and Inifra at once would be devastating.

Timber and I have resumed our daily exercises, now with Dionus joining us occasionally. She finally appears to be feeling better, more herself, though she still has moments of quiet pensiveness that appear tinged with sadness.


Salisir has taken his leave of the city. This morning he told Hembila that it was time to sweep the jungle. The Batsu treeborn have been set to that task, but Salisir said there are places they will not find and threats growing that they won’t uncover. He was already packed and left a few hours later. All he said to us before going was to keep our guard up.

“Keep those SwordSkills safe.” And then he left. It slipped my mind, but I forgot to remind him that he still owed me a few more lessons. That will haunt me if we don’t cross paths again soon.

Dionus kept his eyes on the old man until he was well out of sight. One last opportunity for vengeance, and then it was gone.

Entry-388-Salisir's-Secrets and exercises with Dionus

Hembila has asked us to stay. He wants us to liaise with his military as it reforms and help ensure that it is done equitably between the three nations. Homogeny is not his goal, he said, but peaceful compromise is.

“And in the end,” he said. “We all need to unify under one common culture. Even if we keep some little bits that made us who we were.”

More administrators arrive every day, men and women from different corners of the kingdom applying to take roles that desperately need filling. While I’m honored to be so wanted, I don’t think we will be needed for long. The treeborn have asked us to join them as well, to sweep the jungle clean of Daedric infection.

There are rumors of a powerful follower to the northwest, one who was able to escape with her own elite band of warriors. Perhaps we could help deal with her before making any large-scale decisions.

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Entry 389 – Day 519

Entry 389 – Day 519

If we stay here, we will live out lives of limited usefulness. But that usefulness will help lay the foundations of a new kingdom, one that could rise again to prominence and bring stability to a region that has been in tumult for a hundred years. Having such an effect would be well worth the sacrifice.

But what if there truly are systemic threats to the Tetrarch? What if it goes deeper than that? If there are Deadric agents in motion at home, at even higher levels than Lystra’s betrothed, then the results could be devastating. Returning home means that I could be killed before I even cross into the Old Empire. If I manage to make a case and keep the blades at bay, I will still face a retrial to have my exile appealed.

It will be very public and very messy.

I don’t have any desire to watch my old friends and family paraded out against me in another farce of a trial. And I get the feeling that going to trial would put me right back in the hands of those who would kill me if they could. Perhaps after all this time, they won’t have such a difficult go of it.

All of this assuming that these conspirators, whoever they are, don’t send assassins for me in the night and end it all before I get a chance to do any good. That death seems even more pathetic. Marceles, the man too weak to bear the burden of his exile and too foolish to survive even the return trip home.


We have a place here in Matasten that we have carved for ourselves. There is peace, and we have few enemies if any left here.

Perhaps that is why I have an itch for something else.

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Entry 390 – Day 520

Entry 390 – Day 520

I’ve finished debating what to do. I suppose my sense of duty rendered it a moot discussion in the end. I came here as I was bid and helped unseat the Daedric Society that I found. I’ve rooted out what notable threats remained.

Now that I know there’s some conspiracy back home that threatens the very existence of the Tetrarch, and possibly the Empire, I have little choice in what must follow.

It’s time to go home.


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