Abagaianye Nagaia - Aminos' Journal [Mild Spoilers]

A neat leather bound journal, barely worn, sits on a desk in Aminos' bedroom. It appears the same as any book among the multitude strewn throughout the house.

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Loredas, Thirteenth of Rain's Hand


I've decided to write about myself for the first time. My father's been doing it for years, tells him it helps to chronicle his life after he's gone so I don't call up his ghost to ask stupid questions. Not that I'd ever do that, but he has a point in a very roundabout sort of way. So, I've decided to begin attempting to pen my notes about my research and goings on in this exotic part of the world.

Today is the thirteenth of Rain's Hand, day of the dead back home. The only dead I have around is myself, with this brutal hangover. I vaguely remember stumbling into a portal home, alone. I woke up in all my clothes, so I must've gotten much too drunk. Strange smell in the house though, can't place it. I hope Scootie didn't make a mess somewhere. Regardless, I've spent almost two months down here, moving between my new home in Auridon and that dense jungle of a town Cormount. At first, I wasn't particularly pleased by having to go through the muggy jungle in search for relics, but the place has grown on me. The town has a surprisingly large amount charm that has quickly wound it's way around me. Although, it may be due to comparing it to the death fields of Cyrodiil. I'll never be sure, but I can say I am ... content.

In terms of my research, it's coming along well. My supplies are slowly trickling down from Daggerfall by ship. Thankfully nothing has been raided by pirates or the like. I'm planning on having a house warming party of some sort when everything is in place, but I'm not sure who would come aside from a few friends I've made. I might have to hide all the Covenant Livery, when the time comes.

Middas, Twenty-fifth of Rain's Hand

My things are still not here. I believe some of the ships may have been sunk by Dominion Privateers. I shall have to charter Dominion Merchants from now on, or possibly stagger the shipments across multiple ships down the shore, much to my and my coffers distaste. But, it is necessary. My kitchen has been sparse, and my upstairs half completed. The house looks as if someone forgot to finish halfway through. Although, my study is cozy, which is a small comfort.

In the meantime however, I've continued my research into Aetherial Fragments, Meteoric Glass or the other thousands of synonyms for the things. The volume K'y lent me has been invaluable in uncovering and affirming several theories I've had about their function, which will hopefully allow me to get a working prototype of my design up sometime in the future. He also asked me while ago to look into research involving the cure for the afflicted. An odd request, but not exactly something not sought after within the academic community. Since then, he has told me it is not of as much importance, so he must have lost interest. Nonetheless, I continue. Most of my research I have found leads me to the Glenmoril Wyrd, the daedric hags. I have no interest to parley with them, but I fear I must for the continuation of this academic pursuit. Gods preserve me.

To end on a lighter note, I am planning a dinner with my student this Loredas. I've picked out an excellent establishment in Skywatch, and hope to show her the delights of the upper classes wide array of dishes, and frankly, you can't get more snooty about upper class than the Altmer. While father may approve of dinner with a beautiful woman in such a gorgeous setting, her would balk at the thought of me sitting down with an elf over candlelight. Thankfully, he is in Daggerfall, and I have not had to answer to his closed-minded ways in a long time.

Middas, Second of Second Seed.

The dinner went, to put it simply, wonderful. She looked radiant, enough to put Dibella to shame, should she grace Mundus with her physical presence. Gods, what an evening. I took her from the Guild Hall to Skywatch, where she saw the Cherry Blossoms of Auridon for the first time. I picked one of the blossoms to give to her, forgetting her a Green Pact Bosmer, but after some explanation of the way nature functioned outside the green, she accepted it as a gift. The dinner Narandor made for us was splendid, I could not have asked for a more perfect meal, atmosphere or dinner guest. I'd almost feel embarrassed to gush in such a way in public, but thankfully it appears these memoirs were a good idea, as no one will read the thing until I'm dead.

Father would hate her. And only because she's a mer. If she were a breton, an imperial, a redguard, or oblivion, even a nord, he'd have no issues with it. He'd praise her for her beauty and intellect. Her natural talent for magic, and her kind heart. She invited me to visit Silvenar and see her parents, soon. I just hope her parents are much more open minded than mine. I'm looking forward to it to be honest, aside from the grubs. I've never tried them, but I can't be impolite. Maybe they'll surprise me.

Another thing about surprises, is that K'y and Kashya had a fairly... violent falling out. I've spoken to both of them, and I hope I can bring them about on the right track. They both clearly care for each other. I just don't want that child losing out on having two parents because they can't sort out their pasts. It's not worth it. K'y is a good friend, and an honest man, especially with what he's told me. Kashya just seems ... lost. She is perhaps one of the worst people to try to talk to about anything, but she opens up to me, much to K'ys surprise when I told him. I guess I can say I still have it. I should really start offering these services professionally to some of the others in town. They might need it.

Morndas, Twenty-eighth of Second Seed

I haven't written here in a month, I've been so busy, even my research has taken a back seat. To start, I've been appointed to the towns Council, an impromptu attempt at governance in Cormount. While it is not exactly what I imagined doing after the military, it seems like I am one of the only ones qualified to handle such a responsibility, and the situation is, abysmal, to say the least. There is no lumber trade, because of the Green Pact, there is no mining, because of the Green Pact. We can barely feed the town as it is, and we've resorted to exorbitant costs for drinks at the tavern through a frankly overburdening taxation system to simply sustain the guard. On top of all that, Kashya asked me for more coin to increase the effectiveness of the guard. I'm not sure where she expects it to come from anytime soon, since if this farm idea doesn't pan out, I can't see us succeeding without external intervention. I'd rather not deal with the Dominion.

However, I've already apparently caught someones eye. An Altmer came into town knowing far too much about Dalea and I, dropping veiled threats, including contacting my father. I should have killed them on the spot, but I thought it fair to arrest them, but they just got up and left. Next time, I will have to resort to my older, more direct methods. No one is ever going to come between Dalea and I, especially not if they mean her harm. She is the brightest star in my sky, and I will not lose that, even if it is the Dominion or Pact coming after me for what I did in the military.

Tirdas, Third of Sun's Height

Another month has gone by with me neglecting this journal, but more importantly, my work. I've been caught up in pedantic issues with Cormount, little financial spats and inconsistencies with the efficiency of how the town is run. Honestly, I don't know why I bother to stick to this job. It's clear they just wish to run things how they always have; independent and putting their own interests first. It's taxing, and I have too many things to do without worry about if the people of this town can't be bothered to properly put the structure in place to have it prosper. I've neglected not only my own studies dealing with this, but I've frankly become a poor teacher to Dalea. Sure, we still have a wonderful time together, but I haven't taught her anything of merit in some time, aside from our little stint into saving K'y from those slavers. She ended up getting burned, and my armour was ruined by that damned dunmer. I hope they choke on the bones of their ancestors. I never should have let her come.

I've committed to commissioning her some armour of her own when I go to get mine repaired. Hopefully we can get her a staff too. Then we can finally focus on getting her Mages Guild requirements completed, and I can go back to focusing on my Ayleid research, or perhaps even get that side-project started with K'y and Arietta. Gods, this town ...

Middas, Twenty-fifth of Sun's Height

With all the foot traffic coming through town, I decided to lower the sales tax on the drinks and food served in the tavern. The fact that it was so high before was, frankly, ridiculous, but I see the reasoning behind it. This town has nothing to offer accept a barrel of drinks to drown your sorrows in. If it wasn't Valenwood with people foraging for their food among the wildlife, I'd feel worse about having taken so much of their gold through taxing their evenings.

I've finally found a source of malachite for Dalea's staff and armour, as... unsavory, of an activity that it was. I'll have it within the week, but I can't risk going to Vvardenfell for another while. I've also finally spoken to Amelie about my Mage's Guild ranking. Instead of pushing to maintain my Daggerfall chapter rankings and privileges, I'll simply complete the tasks she puts forward. I'm not making a new staff however. This one serves me well, and was expensive enough to craft. But finding someone one to help in order to continue up the rank? I found it...endearing, when Dalea, and Kiri needed to do it. But myself? It's belittling of my service not only to his Majesty, but to the citizens I've protected and men I've served along with. I'll have to just do what I've done since I've arrived. Begrudgingly follow along with the status quo, with a smile painted across my face. As father always says, a man's worth is no greater than his ambitions.

Loredas, Fourth of Last Seed

I'm so proud of Dalea. She's finally advanced in the Mages Guild to Journeyman, after getting her new staff and task completed. We got her a malachite staff, so it's light, but sturdy, and she decided to use one of my Welkynd Stones, or at least, a shard of one. She wanted something to remind her of me, and the qualities of the stone as a focus work well with her spell-casting. I know she'll just excel from here, she's a wonderful learner. Now if only I can get these ridiculous tasks complete. I took Dalea's advice and spoke to Mavos about something Varr needed help with, since she didn't feel comfortable with it after the ... incident. He apparently needs something to calm him, related to his son. So, I shall have to make a necklace of sorts, imbued with possibly a calm spell, possibly activated by a verbal command of some sort. It won't last forever, but certainly long enough for him to become accustomed to it, and associate the necklace with calming. He might not even notice when it runs out of magicka, if the association works well enough.

I wish I could throw a permanent calm spell over that bosmer mage, Alishine. The mer's been having a fit everytime she opens her mouth, accusing me of some grand genocide and murderous tendencies for killing an eel. An eel. The audacity of the woman to assume I gleefully murder things for some sadistic pleasure. I hope one of the animals she studies eats her so I don't have to deal with her incessant drivel. How she ever came to be a scholar is beyond me, since she clearly has the attention span of a fish.

Sundas, Thirtieth of Hearthfire

It's been too long since I wrote in here last. I've attained journeyman with the Mages Guild, finally. The requirements are utterly ridiculous for someone of my magical prowess, experience, and standing with the Guild back in Daggerfall. Thankfully, my research has led me down a more secluded path as of late, where I have no need to interact with the dolts who, as I have recently learned, allowed their Charter to be burned by a scamp. A scamp! Dalea, poor thing, was all broken up about it. She deserves better teaching environments than among those whom would allow such a disgraceful thing to happen. This may, however, come true, provided this research goes correctly.

I've spent the last month collecting, and ensuring, my preparation for the ritual will be perfect. The void salts and ether solvent were a tad difficult to attain, as simple conjured Storm Atronachs do not leave much behind to harvest. The harrada, similarly, provided an issue, since it does not naturally grow on Tamriel. Thankfully, some intrepid adventurers found some in nearby Firsthold, where they seemed to have taken root rather quickly following the attack by the Veiled Queen. An alchemist, a rather unscrupulous one at that, happened to cultivate some, for an obscene price. He was more cooperative after we had a chat regarding his other activities in relation to the local ordinances. The gorvix, I thankfully had on hand.

Once this is complete, and I have what I need, I can finally complete my thesis on Aetherial Fragment Arcane Networks in Ayleid underground complexes. Discovering the intricate enchantments and spellwork that took place in those cities could change everything.

Fredas, Fourteenth of Evening Star

Paper. It's all I've seen for weeks. Mages Guild documents, research, tomes, my entire life has been consumed by paper and that written upon it. I haven't been able to complete my trip to finding that last piece I have so long sought after to finish my crowning glory, but another opportunity has arisen to allow me practical application of what I've learned thus far. Apparently father wants to have some warding done throughout his keep, so he asked me to develop it. He's providing the material, I simply need to not break it, and ensure it works. Without my final piece of research, it's only going to be crafted on conjecture, based on my limited findings. It may not be full proof, but it's better than nothing, and I can always alter the enchantments and spellwork later.

At least I've found an interesting side project. Someone appears to be using old maormer ritualistic magic to bring about very weird undead and atronachs along some of the smaller coastal towns of Auridon. I'm not sure who is behind it, but it seems we're getting closer to figuring out enough to perhaps attempt to scry it, provided they haven't blocked themselves from such things.

Another interesting thing is that Lucia appears to react oddly to restoration magic. I've never heard of such a malady before, but 'Brother Terrance' apparently cleared her of anything that could be dangerous. He is not a healer, and I do not know enough about the man to trust him, so I'll keep my eye on her for now.