Journal chronicling a descent into madness.
- Cellar of Hrodulf's House
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I've arrived in Solstheim, and moved into an old house on the hill by the shore. Whoever lived here before is long gone.
I can see well out into the waters from my vantage here, and can hear all things behind and around. Dunmer bandits wander the woods at night, but I don't fear them.
There is a calling from the depths; a rumble drone that sings to me at night. I've started sleeping in the basement + keeping a knife near. The call is loudest down here. I will to be ready for whatever is coming...
it is as if a great machine reverberates beneath me
i tire of waiting for the caller underneath to emerge
i walked to town + bought some digging tools: shovel, shovel, pick i started to break down the wall behind the bookshelf + dig down slow going i put the bookshelf back when i finish digging why? no houseguests here but i feel i have something to hide
how can i make bjorn hear what i have heard? i must not lose him yet i must remain in this place for i know i will know the truth soon
the murmurer in the earth and i we talk i lay my head against the dirt
fire from the deep— Hrodulf