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This is a list of the various Parchments (sometimes referred to as Letters) obtainable through quests. They are similar to Books, but are all named "Parchment". For quality of life purposes, Daggerfall Unity uses the last two lines of each Parchment to give them unique names.

A Mix-Up[edit]

My Dear, Dear (player's name),

Sorry for this inelegant but expediential means of communication. Our enemies have made quite a mess of your, well, shall we say, not-quite-but-almost snow white life. As much as we respect and admire thievery, as you did not commit these particular honors, we think it best that you expose the true architect to the eyes and nooses of the admiring public.
The person with whom it would be most efficacious for you to speak is (witness's name), a (witness's description) you may find lolling about (tavern). You will probably not find (him/her) the friendliest of persons. After all, (he/she) is the witness who saw you at (employer's building)'s, stealing the (gem). Nevertheless, with a little effort, you might gain some information from the encounter.
Good luck, my dear. There is surely nothing more tiresome than being accused of an act of wanton, diabolic avarice for which you are uncharacteristically innocent.
-- The Necromancers

Dear (player's first name),

We know all about being falsely accused of crimes, but we are seldom in a position to combat the accusations. In your case, we are at least aware of the name of one of your accusers -- (witness's name). I do not know if (he/she) is working for one of your enemies or ours, or is a completely innocent pawn, but (he/she) was allegedly the witness to the burglary at (employer's building).
Be careful speaking with (witness' name) -- (he/she) may have powerful friends. Your best bet may be in speaking with (him/her) in public. I understand that (he/she) frequents (tavern) in (witness's town).
The Agents

(Player's first name),

Awright, this is gonna be a quick note, but your pals in the Thieves Guild want to help you out. Now we don't know who actually took that (gem) from (employer's building), but we know you didn't. Let's face it -- if you had taken that (gem), you wouldn't be in near as much trouble. You're a smart kid, smart enough to get away with it. But someone is framing you.
The person who identified a (player's race) who looked like you stealing the (gem) was a certain (witness's description) by the name of (witness's name). Couldn't tell you whether (he/she)'s telling the truth or not, whether (he/she) saw someone who looked like you or not, but we figure you can make those inquiries yourself. You can find this (witness's name) in a tavern called (tavern) right in (witness' town). Just watch out for yourself. This ain't a game.
The Thieves Guild

Dear Friend,

I know you didn't do it. You didn't steal that (gem) outta (employer's building) any more than I did. Who do I suspect? Well, there's this (priest's description) in (priest's town) who would be just as happy stealing gems and framing people as I would be drinking a cool ale on a hot summertide day.
I don't have any evidence, but you might wanna check into (him/her). The name of this cleric is (priest's name). Good luck.
A Friend

Dear (player's name),

Please forgive this intrusion. I am quite certain that your mind is on other subjects than polite chitchat, so I will come right to the point. I do not believe that you were responsible for the burglary in (employer's building), but unless you prove yourself innocent, you will be forevermore persecuted for it.
There is a (noble's description) of my acquaintance who I believe knows more about the affair than most. It may be that (he/she) even arranged or even commited [sic] the crime. I can say no more, except that (his/her) name is (noble's name) and (he/she) lives in (noble's town).
And one final thing: (he/she) has very powerful friends. Do not face (him/her) at a disadvantage.
A Friend

Dear (player's name),

Perhaps it would interest you to know that there is at least one person who doesn't think you did it. Or maybe I should say two people in (thief's town) don't think you did it. Me and the one who did it -- a (thief's description) who did do the burglary.
Now, the truth is that I don't have any proof, but (thief's name), that's the (thief's description), has done that kind of jewel-robbing before. (Oath), (he/she) even spent time in jail for it.
So, maybe (thief's name) didn't do it. Maybe. But if (he/she) didn't, I can tell you this -- (he/she) knows more about who really did it than you do. So if you want to find out who did it and who's framing you, go find this (thief's name) and ask (him/her) some questions.
A Friend

(Merchant's name)

(Merchant's town)

Dear (merchant's name),

I hope everything in (merchant's town) is fine and that you and your family are in good health. The weather, I understand, is clement, so I must commend you on ordering it for my visit.
On to business. You mentioned in your last letter that you were interested in a discount for my services because the (gem) is not of top quality and you have already found a convenient scapegoat for the crime. I agree to your terms, provided that you make certain that this (player's race) mercenary is the fool you suggest. If the worm turns, you know as well as I do, that it's every man for himself. And if that (priest's description) (priest's name) gets involved, (he/she) can destroy the whole affair.
I will see you soon, my friend.
-- (Name)

(Noble's name)

(Noble's town)

My Darling (noble's name),

What a crafty, wicked thing you are. Don't think for a minute that I didn't suspect you were behind poor (employer's name)'s misfortune. It was very sweet of you to get the (gem) I wanted, but I somehow thought that you were going to pay for it.
I don't want you to think I'm unappreciative, my dearest darling, but if that (gem) is taken out of (dungeon) and anyone traces it to me, you won't even be able to count how many fingers'll be pointing at you. I'd watch out particularly for that nasty little (thief's name). This is the sort of blackmail (he/she)'d love. Nevertheless, the (gem) was a very sweet thought and I thank you.

(Priest's name)

(Priest's town)

Dear (priest's name),

Ignore my last letter when I applauded you for your enormous contribution to (priest's temple). That (gem) that you said was a donation was stolen from (employer's name). If it becomes known that the gem was stolen for our temple, our prestige in (region) would greatly suffer. (Noble's name) already hates us, and with (his/her) influence on the royal family, (priest's temple) will have much for which to answer.
We will discuss at our next meeting what appropriate castigation this situation merits. Do not think of challenging the temple.
Yours Regretfully,
(Priest's temple)

(Thief's residence)

(Thief's town)

My Dear (thief's name), So, you're back in business, are you? When I heard about the affair at (employer's building), I had a pleasant rush of nostalgia. Shall I ever fully forget the good old days when the two of us were partners? Surely no more than I shall forget when you framed me for a jewelry job in precisely the same way you're framing that (player's race) mercenary. That was at (merchant's name)'s business, wasn't it? Don't worry, this is not a blackmail note. I will not tell anyone a word ... unless, of course, they ask. Naturally, my memory may fade should you tell me where in (dungeon) you hide that (gem). Please write back with your own reminiscences.

Barenziah's Book[edit]

Castle Wayrest

Dear (player's name),

My beloved son has brought your name to my attention, and suggested that we might have some business to discuss. I understand that we have a mutual interest.
Please visit me at Castle Wayrest at your earliest possible convenience.
Barenziah Queen of the Kingdom of Wayrest


My Dear Lord Castellian,
Sorry about the necessity of delivering this
letter by the roughest possible service, but it
would be unthinkable to approach you at the castle
on such a delicate matter. I have long admired your
loyalty to the crown and neutrality in internal
affairs. Understand that I only want to save your
dignity from a possibly embarrassing scenario.
The problem rests in your sister, the Lady
Pasipha, who though she resides abroad still
communicates regularly with members of court.
I understand and respect the depth of your sibling
love and affection for one another, for, in
response to a curious inquiry of mine, Lady
Pasipha sent me several touching letters penned
in your hand.
"Have you ever espied with delight a red berry
half-drowned in cream? So I dream of you, my
dearest love, pouring my soul into you, sweet,
for your touch, dear, my soul is quite forfeit."
While your and I know the innocence of your
fondness for the lady, the more prurient minds at
court, as you are aware, are inclined toward
grotesque misinterpretation. Her husband, I
understand, is famous for his jealous rages. I am
of several minds on the matter, how to best avoid
possible negative reaction, and would appreciate
your response at the soonest possible opportunity.
I will await you at Castle Wayrest.
Prince of Wayrest
Prince Helseth,
I appreciate your kindness, and I
will meet with you very shortly at
your convenience.[sic]
Lord Castellian
My Dear Lord Castellian,
Forgive this rough delivery, but it
would have been impolitic to approach you
at the palace with this potential problem.
Unfortunately, your much deserved vacation
will have to temporarily suspended until
this matter is settled.
I refer to your sister, Lady Pasipha.
For years, she has been one of the most
glamorous figures at the Wayrest court,
the darling of all who appreciate beauty
and grace. Rather recently, rumors have
circulated that the gold she has spent on
her gowns and jewels could not have possibly
come from her husband, who is at present,
impecunious. Distasteful conjectures followed,
none of which worth the ink I would use for
To be quite blunt, a person, who must
remain anonymous, postulated to me that you
were borrowing funds from the royal treasury
to support your sister's extravagance. Of
course, I defended your honor, but copies of
the Royal books were produced that seemed to
support the allegation. I am thus uncertain
of the best procedure to take next.
Do not doubt, sir, that I am convinced
of your integrity as senior member of the
Elder Circle of Wayrest. I only wish for the
matter of the financial records be straightened
so if they are brought to Eadwyre's attention,
they can be confidently defended.
Please send a reply with this trusted
courier. I would prefer to meet with you as
soon as possible, of course.
Very truly yours,
Dear (player's name),
Due to the recent marraige of my sister Elysana,
I shall not be needing your services with regard
to the delivery of the letter to Lord Castellian.
Since you have acted on my behalf with honor, I
have instructed the courier to give you 100 gold
pieces for your time and effort so far.
Prince of Wayrest

Dust of Restful Death[edit]

This parchment was used as a wrap for the
packet of powder. Some of its message is
now illegible.
Lady Med...
...favor. They intend to slay him. I am
sending ........ers to stop them. You must
support me. If the empire finds I have
attacked royal advisers of Wayr......ven
if they are assassins, my people will never
win the same status and respect as the
Khaji................ians. However, with
your support I c............. a hero of the
empire, and win respect for my people.

Elysana's Betrayal[edit]

(Player's first name),
If you don't want to be dead as
Lysandus, stop your investigations
immediately. Do you really want to
risk your life for a dead man?
You are being watched.
Kill (player's name) before too much is
learned. Use any means.
-- W.
(Player's name),
My good friend Lord Woodborne says
you are a hero that can be trusted.
I would be truly indebted to you if
you would stop by some time to chat.
Maybe you could even do something
for me. I would be oh so grateful.
Princess Elysana
Castle Wayrest

Instructions from the Empire[edit]

Dear (player's name),
I heard about your accident at sea, and feared the
worst. Now that I've heard you're alive and well, I
would like the opportunity to meet with you and discuss
our beloved Emperor's mission in the Iliac Bay.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Magnessen,
the Emperor's agent in the court of Daggerfall. My
position is not so official as an ambassador. None but
other agents of the Emperor know of my true affiliation.
The Iliac Bay is rife with rebels against the Imperial
throne, so your discretion is required.
For the purpose of our meeting, I will take a room
at an inn, (tavern) in (town)
of Daggerfall, for a month. After that, I will no longer
be available. I will expect you as soon as possible.
Yours sincerely,
Brisienna, Lady Magnessen
(Player's name),
I sent you a letter weeks ago. I only hope
it caught up with you. If this one crosses your path
after you have visited me on your way to see me in
(town) please do not take offense.
As I mentioned in the previous letter, I am the
Emperor's agent in Daggerfall and it is imperative
that I speak with you. I have extend [sic] my stay at
(tavern) in (town) for two more weeks.
Of course there is the possibility that you have
intentionally snubbed me and shirked your duty to
the Emperor. I hope that is not the case. If you
fail to arrive, I will be forced to assume you are
a traitor to his Imperial Majesty, Uriel Septim VII.
Yours sincerely,
Brisienna, Lady Magnessen
(Player's name),
I waited and you never arrived. I shall report
this to the Emperor. If I have my way, you will
be barred from service.
Lady Magnessen

Cure for Vampirism[edit]

Dear (player's name) of (bloodline),
Let me introduce myself. I am (hunter's name).
You may have heard of me -- the renowned vampire
hunter? Do not be hasty in your judgment of me,
however. I am not your enemy, at least not yet.
While I abhor vampirism with a passion, and have
devoted my life to stamping out this dark plague
from Tamriel, I understand that many are innocent
victims like yourself. The will to live is not
of itself evil, and I always try to offer my quarry
one chance to prove that their bloody work is based
on necessity, not love for killing.
I am sure that your "kinfolk" have not told
you this, but vampirism can be cured. To do so,
you must kill your "bloodfather", the ancient evil
that created the line of vampires leading to you.
In doing so, you will not only free yourself, but
rid (region) of a cancer at its heart.
I myself do not know where to find your
"bloodfather," but my sources have revealed the name
of one high in (bloodline) who should have this information,
(first vampire's name) of (first town). I will wait
(time limit) days before moving against the vampires of (region),
to give you a chance to save yourself.
Consider my offer well, (player's name). You have
(time limit) days, then you and the rest of (bloodline)
will be hunted down like vermin.
(Hunter's name)

Deadly Knowledge[edit]

Dear (player's name),
Those doddering, unenlightened
barbarians who call themselves the Mages
Guild are involved in yet another rather
pointless endeavor. This time, they may,
though accidentally, be on a path toward
breaking the shade and exposing (bloodline).
It seems inconceivable that the Mages Guild
actually accomplish anything, but we must
make provision for such an eventuality.
Come see me as soon as possible at
the address above.
Yours in Death,
(Vampire's name)
(Bloodline) are the dominant
tribe of (region), though they are
by no means the dominant tribe of the
whole Iliac Bay region. (Fill in this
about the Montalion, Vrasethi, Ghulari,
Selenu, et cetera, blah, blah, blah
Different powers but basically same
internal structure, blah, blah, blah).
How is one cured of vampirism (find
that Vampires of the Iliac Bay book,
references to a society of former
vampires)? Slaying the preeminant [sic] member
of the same bloodline, from what I can
gather from personal interviews and
whatnot. (Note to me: that rather
(vampire's description) in (town) has
expressed interest in my work. Possible
interviewee or trap?) Vampires infiltrating
royal courts, Dark Brotherhood, even the
Mages Guild in (region) and else
where. Is the (ruler's title) of (region) under
influence of (bloodline) or perhaps
more than under the influence? Run the
standard test (pend that patent) and see
what's what. Need Nymph Hair, holy symbol,
et cetera, et cetera, fresh this time for
(random god)'s sake. Talk to (mage's name)
about increasing funding. Going nowhere.
My Dear Old (player's name),
Whenever you might find yourself in the
vicinity of (mage's town), your
ubiety at (building) would be
most efficacious to our present needs. In
return for your support in an endeavor, I can
offer you the gratification of personal
economonic prosperity and the more sublime
pleasure of aiding your Mages Guild compeers.
I hope to see you very soon.
Yours and all that,
(Mage's name)

Lysandus' Revenge[edit]

Page 7
...from childhood. I know that Gothryd would not refuse
his aid, but I must bide my time to ask. After all,
Elysana is still heiress of Wayrest and I am her
bethrothed. So it should be that when Eadwyre dies
(which he is bound to do, sooner rather than later)
I will be king.
If it weren't for that bitch queen and her brats,
I would and could be patient. Never trust a dark elf
the old saying goes, for you cannot read truth in
their eyes. If Barenziah has her way, Helseth will
be heir and Elysana will be married off to some far-
off kingdom. Morgiah is already promised to the
heir of Firsthold, but they keep her around to spread
the poison against Elysana, and especially, me.
Barenziah doesn't trust me, this I can tell.
I will deal with her just as I did with Lysandus.
The fool should have agreed to support me. Gortwog
and his orcs almost saved him. I'll deal with those
sub-humans once I sit upon the throne of Wayrest.
First it is important to solidify my power base.
I can (almost certainly) rely on Gothryd to support
my bid for the throne, if Helseth is made heir. I
have a spy network equalling Eadwyre, Gothryd,
Akorith-i, or the Emperor. Perhaps the Necromancers
and the Underking's networks are more extensive, but
I doubt it. The problem is raw physical power. I do
not have a standing army. I need the gold to raise...

The Missing Prince[edit]

(Player's name),
Greetings and salutations. I hope your trip
was uneventful. They say that you are keenly
interested in the haunting of Daggerfall. My
father and King Lysandus were somewhat close.
Should you come visit me, I might be able to shed
some light upon recent events involving Lysandus.
Prince Lhotun,
Castle Sentinel
Dear (player's first name),
If you are interested in learning the truth,
about prince (prince's name), meet me at
(tavern) in (town) of Sentinel.
23 Morning Star 3E 400
Two days I was sealed within this crypt without food or
water. I do not know whether hunger or poor health or
one of the creatures who share this dank hole with me
will kill me first -- I only know that I will soon be
dead, and not even my bones with remain. My hope is that
in the years that come, this letter will be read and the
sad story of (prince's name), Prince of Sentinel will be told.
I am fifteen years old at the time of this writing, and
have been plagued with bad health for most of my life,
to the frustration of my hearty parents. The finest
healers and apothecaries in western Tamriel have labored
over my every cough and fever, but while they could save
my life time and time again, they could not improve my
sickly constitution. In retrospect, I received little
real affection from the king and queen, embarrassed as
they were about begetting such a cripple as the heir of
the kingdom. I cannot say I missed the love; I received
much attention from the doctors, priests, and herbalists
constantly at court. Certainly I was not to be the sort
of warrior that King Cameron [sic] was, but one of my dearest
friends, a priest of Stendarr said that I might be the
first scholar-king in the history of Sentinel.
My younger sister Aubk-i was the true favorite of my
parents: athletic, beautiful, and charming. It is hard to
think of an uncomplimentary word for her. I am resigned
to my imminent death, and yet, I would like to see her
once again. For six years, Aubk-i and I were the only
children of Sentinel. Eight years ago, the queen had a
boy child and named him Greklith, after the ancient
Redguard word for Strong King. Few speak that tongue
any longer, but all the scholars and nobles of Hammerfell
understood. And Greklith is a strong boy indeed -- I have
never so much as seen him cough. The Queen's next child,
born only a year after Greklith, had an even more ominous
birthname -- Lhotun. Second Boy. Perhaps had I been less
sheltered, more suspicious by nature, I might have read
into these nominations. Lhotun and Greklith are common
enough names in our family, I reasoned. Now I know that
even then, I was disinherited -- even if it was
not official yet.
For several months before Lhotun's birth and over three
years afterward, I was in the throes of a very serious
fever. The doctors despaired of me, but somehow and very,
very gradually, I recovered. For the first time, and the
last, I read an expression on my father, the King's face
that was not indifference. It was disgust.
That was a fortnight ago. Three nights ago, I was seized
by men I had never seen while I was having a walk. My
nursemaid stood by watching placidly as I was gagged
and tied and thrown roughly into a sack. I do not know
how long they rode with me, but I was eventually left
here. When I finally freed myself from my bonds, I found
that I was alone. My wanders have gotten me nowhere.
This place is filled with undead creatures that prevent
me from finding any exit.
I have no hope left, but no fear either. A few regrets.
Perhaps had I studied magic instead of history and
science I could free myself of this place. One of my
tutors told the story of the Underking, how he had
placed his lifeforce in the body of a powerful being
and had thus conquered all Tamriel long, long ago.
Had I only had the strength of a more powerful body
like that.
But I did not study magic. I studied history, so I
leave this letter -- not to revenge myself, but as
an historic document.

Morgiah's Wedding[edit]

Dear (player's first name),
My eyes and ears abroad say that you are
interested in the fate of a certain letter.
Any emperor should not be so careless, nor should
a queen. You really should come visit me in
Castle Wayrest. I have some most interesting
tidbits that I am sure you would enjoy hearing.
-- Morgiah
Princess of Wayrest
King of Worms,
I agree to your terms. I will give you
my first and you will exert your influence
on the King of Firsthold on Sumerset Isle.
Only you can let him speak with his dead
son. For that, he would even marry Nulfaga!
-- M
--King of Worms
King Eadwyre and
Queen Barenziah,
Sovereigns of the Kingdom
Of Wayrest
Are proud to announce The Engagement
of Morgiah, Princess of Wayrest,
To Karoodil,
King of Firsthold
In the Isle of Sumurset.

Mynisera's Letters[edit]

Dear (player's name),
I need your assistance once more. Your valor and
discretion were invaluable when last you served
me in the matter with Nulfaga. Please meet with
me at Castle Daggerfall when next you pass through.
Queen of Daggerfall
(first page)
... been from thee too long, my heart doth ...
(second page)
... you loveth my lips, but forget the words they breath...
(third page)
... she doth suspect you cuckold her ... and I worship and
adore all parts of thee but thy hollow crown and thy hollow
wedding ring, those two empty circles that trap and bring thee
pain ... an I be so vain to be Lysandus' Medora evermore ...
body and sip nectar from thy hand ... love m ... forever ...
(fourth page)
...rcs. But they did assume the worse of the settlement, even
after all the stallion orcs had been killed and the stro ...
(for mare orcs are seldom weaker than stallion orcs in an ...
only old and sick remained in the rude cam ... who could
speak base Cyrodil [sic] ... ied and begged for mercy for the
children, but Prince Klaius said that the children would
grow strong and hearty and and [sic] only an unwise leader would
show mercy to the subhumans. He gave his men leave to make
sport with killing the children, and they were all murdered
in ways that I cannot pen. I witnessed it, my lady, and
though I beg your pardon, your father did great evil th ...
the shame of mine that I didn't say no ... shame to all ...
(fifth page)
...shall abandon mine responsibilities. You and...
together. The rest of the world be damned. Let me
put this...Betony behind. I shall crush them at
Cryngaine. During...dead. No one will suspect that
a king would give up...


(Temple town)
Dear (player's name),
Far have I come to speak with you on
behalf of the Oracle, the wise woman of
Hammerfell. The Archmagister of the Mages
Guild has spoken highly of you as an
honorable and talented caster of magicka.
Please come meet with me as soon as
possible; time is a circumscribed
Without your help, the Oracle's dark
prophesy will come to pass in (time limit) days, and all (region) will weep.
I must see you soon.
Yours cordially,
The Acolyte
(Temple town)
Dear (player's name),
It is imperative that I speak with you
as soon as possible. I represent the Oracle
of Hammerfell. For the next several days I
will be staying at (temple).
There are but (time limit) days before the future
is irrevocably set, so I must see you soon.
This matter is grave indeed. Please do
not fail to meet me.
The Acolyte

Orcish Emancipation[edit]

Lord Gortwog,
King of Orcs,
Warlord of the Subterranean Realms
Hail and long life King Gortwog. Long
have you and the Orcish people sought
formal recognition by the empire. My dead
husband King Lysandus supported your claim
to sovreign [sic] rule. I would now help you in
your cause. Sadly, a minor missive from
the emperor has been misplaced. For me to
truly hold the trust and ear of Emperor
Uriel Septim, I need to reclaim this note.
Should you be able to place in my servant's
hand this trifling letter, I would be far
better able to forward your claim to the
emperor and his court.
The Dowager Mynisera,
Queen Mother to King Gothryd of Daggerfall
Queen Mynisera,
I have grave news. The Totem of Tiber
Septim has been found. You know what this
means. The power behind Tiber Septim could
be unleashed upon Tamriel again. Rumor has it
that Lord Woodborne, a minor lord of Wayrest,
has possession of it. He will doubtless
"lose" it soon. You must persuade him to turn
it over to you or Lady Brisienna. The court of
Wayrest has no love of King Lysandus, but you
still have influence there. I am asking you to
use it on my behalf.
Uriel Septim
Emperor of Tamriel

Research Notes[edit]

(Player's name),
Do not make an enemy of the Dark Brotherhood.
We can be great help to one another, but you could
not wish for a worse enemy. When you have
(scholar's name)'s research paper, bring it to
me here at (contact's building) in (contact's town).
Fail not, or the wrath of Mephala, Queen of
Oblivion be on you.
(Contact's name)
(Contact's building)
(Contact's town)
Dear Old (player's first name),
Well done, (player's first name). (Scholar's name)
was characteristically pigheaded about giving
us (his/her) research notes, but (he/she)'d be pleased
as a pumpkin to give it to a "representative"
of the right-minded Mages Guild.
You'll have a lovely bit of gold waiting
for you here in (contact's town) when you
get here with the notes.
(Contact's name)
The manner by which the diastolic pressure of any two scarce commodities (creating a type of propulsion with no moving parts and virtual silence) has been postulated by thyrionic mathematicians for many years. In conventional thinking, the default parameters of any formula (objectively speaking, it is essential to remember that objectivity is indeed subjective) will always return to what Mornthaur called the "back medium." However, starting with a grid of complex numbers that more than covers the unit circle and three cube roots of one, we can backtrace, by uptracking the negative "half numbers," and create an infinite basin with dual natures of blackness and whiteness. The rate of adiabatic cooling or warming in unsaturated air can thus be made directly proportional to the fourth power of its absolute temperature.
When white light is passed through a gas under a medium dense gas at high temperature, a dynamic thermal instability occurs. Since magicka is usually a very faint source of illumination, gases, under much greater pressure, are forced to combine with degenerated matter, creating dual forces, beyond and beneath. The end result is a quasi-horizontal chonolith composed of anastomosing ductoliths, whose distal ends curl like a harpolith, thin like a sphenolith, or bulge discordantly like an akmolith or ethmolith. There are thus five elements that must be contributed towards a universal confederation of what Galerion Vanus called "gray matter" -- perception, evidence, essence, morality, and extraction.

The Postman[edit]

(Recipient's name),
You are a most spiteful man. How could I ever
have thought that I loved you. Since you caught me
on the balcony in the arms of (suitor's name),
I can now reveal that we are indeed lovers. (He/She) is
able to give me everything that you cannot. You made
me feel unclean with your disgusting gifts of gold.
Do not ever darken my doorway again.
(Sender's name)
My dearest (recipient's name),
I know you are angry and hurt. I would do
anything to regain your love. What you saw on the
balcony was not of my desire. I had too much to drink
that night and (suitor's name) took advantage of
the moment to steal a kiss. (He/She) has been flogged and
is no longer in my service. Please forgive me.
I love only you.
(Sender's name)
Baron (baron's name),
Count (count's name) will have (his/her) forces
waiting to ambush you in the pass. Do not
fall for his trap.
(Sender's name)
Baron (baron's name),
Count (count's name) will be
waiting for you in the pass.
(His/Her) truce agreement is an
honorable and fair one.
(Sender's name)
  • The merchants' deal:
(Recipient's name),
Your offer is ludicrous!
I can buy at half that price
from any other merchant in
(recipient's town), and I will.
(Sender's name)
(Recipient's name),
Your price is a fair one.
This letter is my bond of
payment for the goods. Present
it to my factor when you
deliver them.
(Sender's name)
Honorable (recipient's name),
I have decided to cast my
vote for you when the guild
ballots for treasurer. Of
course I expect to be treated
well in the near future.
(Sender's name)
Honorable (recipient's name),
I have decided to cast my
vote for (guild member's name) at the
next guild meeting. (He/She) has
shown (his/her) faithfulness to
the guild many times.
(Sender's name)

The Rite of Acceptance[edit]

Dear (player's name),
For some time, we have watched you. In fact,
we have watched you since you received the unholy
blessing of vampirism. You have had your odd
and awkward moments, but we are not displeased
with the vampire you have become.
The time has come for you to learn of your
heritage, the proud lineage of (bloodline),
the greatest of the vampiric bloodlines. To
prove your allegiance, however, we require a
There is a haunt nearby where lodges a
member of a lesser bloodline. Go to the place
called (dungeon), and slay (vampire's name),
this foul insult to our race. When the deed
is completed, come to (building) in
(town) and find me. I am instantly
recognizable: look for a (vampire NPC's description).
I will wait for (time limit) days,
(player's first name). After that time, I will leave.
I hope we do not miss one another.
(Vampire NPC's name)

Totem, Totem, Who Gets the Totem?[edit]

(Player's name),
Come at once to (town) in
(region). I will be waiting at
(tavern) for you. The fate
of the empire could be at stake.
-- Lady Brisienna
(Player's name),
You are on a quest to retrieve the Totem of
Tiber Septim. Do not deny it. My spies have
confirmed this. The Totem is not for commoners,
and you cannot use it. Bring the Totem to me
and I will pay you 100,000 gold pieces.
It is a king's ransom by any measure.
You should be warned, neither Wayrest nor
Daggerfall are loyal to the throne. I am the
only regent on the Iliac Bay that can be trusted.
The others will only use it to destroy me.
Queen of Sentinel
Noble (player's name),
My ears have picked up rumors that you are
searching for the Totem of Tiber Septim. I
too have hunted for this wondrous artifact
for many years. Should you find it, I would
pay you a healthy ransom, enough to buy your
own ship. I will match or exceed any price
that Gothryd or Akorithi might offer. Never
forget your real friends.
King Eadwyre, of Wayrest
(Player's name),
You are not orcish. How could you possibly
understand what it is like? My people are
treated like barbarians. Slaughtered upon
sight. Is it so unusual that we respond in
kind? Violence begets violence.
I aspire to raise my race from the mire. I
will bring them to equal standing with the
other races of Tamriel. To do this I must
have the Totem of Tiber Septim. I will not
insult you by promises that no blood will
be shed. I do swear by my crown and by my
heirs I shall not attempt to hold sway
beyond the borders of Orsinium. My goal is
not to conquer Tamriel, but to create the
orcish homeland. I am in possession of an
artifact that I am sure you would want to
possess. It is yours if you but give me
the Totem of Tiber Septim.
-- Gortwog, Warlord and King
(Player's name),
You will soon have the Totem of Tiber Septim
in your hands. It is forseen in the stars,
and I have read them. Know you this. All of
mortal stature are filled with pride and greed.
To give the Totem to any of them is to let
loose mortal vanity upon this world. They will
destroy the very thing they covet.
I have no earthly desires. I have no mortal
pride, no petty greed. Only one such as I
can wield the Totem safely, for I would take
it into the Aetherius and leave behind this
earthly shell. So long as the Totem exists,
it is a danger to all on Tamriel. Bring me
the Totem and I will safeguard the world.
I will not offer you gold or gems. I will
offer you what only I can give. Fame. Your
reputation throughout Tamriel will soar.
Lord of the Necromancers,
King of the Worms
(Player's name),
Centuries ago, Tiber Septim ruled the land
and forged an empire with great Numidium. The
secret of Numidium's power lies in its heart,
carried within the Mantella. It is the heart
of Tiber Septim's battlemage. It is my heart. It
is my Mantella. It is my Totem. It belongs to
me, and to none other.
I have won and lost an empire. I have no desire
to tamper further with mortal affairs. I have in
my possession Necromancer's Amulet, one of the
world's greatest artifacts. You may have it in
in exchange for the Totem.
My most loyal agent will await your arrival in
(regional temple) of (region), at (temple).
(Player's name),
If you are reading this, you must have gotten
the Totem and escaped from the dungeons of
Castle Daggerfall. I am in (new town),
of (region) at (building).
Bring the Totem there as soon as possible.
-- Lady Brisienna

To Assist the Fate[edit]

(Player's first name),
(Lover's name) is being held in (lover's dungeon). Do your worse [sic].
We don't mind. The kidnappers are bloody freelancers.
-- The Thieves Guild

A Noble's Debts[edit]

(Player's name),
(Noble's name) is a thief, but not one of ours. We
would like (him/her) to be caught as well. Please accept this
contribution to your expenses, and this other bit of
information: (noble's name) is not working alone.
There is a gang of mercenaries under (his/her) direction
in a place called (dungeon). Some of (his/her)
treasure may be kept there as well, but I do not think
(noble's name) is there.
Good luck, (player's first name), and walk with Baan Dar.
-- The Guild
Nightside Asylum
Dear (player's first name),
We understand that you are looking for (noble's name).
Because we respect you and your work, we have decided to help
you in this matter. (Noble's name) used our services once
some weeks ago, and we received our payments through a small
but fierce band of (his/her) allies garrisoned at a camp
called (first dungeon). If you are truly interested in
finding (noble's name), you would be smart to start there.
Good luck and may Mephala steady thy aim.
-- The Brotherhood
Dear (player's name),
I might have some information that might help
your search for that rat (noble's name). If you're
interested, ask for me in (prostitute's town) at a
dump called (prostitute's building). And bring 10 gold
pieces with you. This information ain't free.
(Prostitute's name)
(Player's name) is your target, a (player's race)
adventurer and mercenary. Use extreme caution
and be prepared for a fight.
No jellyfish this one.
-- (Noble's name)
I'm going to need some reinforcements if the
rumors about this (player's race) are correct.
Keep the deed in hiding in (first dungeon)
but bring the gold and your men over here to
(second dungeon). We'll discuss this further

ü:when you arrive.

-- (Noble's name)
This document bears witness to the ownership
of (deed residence) of (deed residence town) in (region).
Let all who read this know that (noble's name)
is the sole and rightful owner of the
afore mentioned [sic] property.
(Player's name),
If you are anticipating a long and healthy career
in the Bay area, I would advise dropping your pointless
and doomed hounding. Tragedy is the only possible
result, and the tragedy will be your own.
I won't be caught, (player's first name). I have too much money
to be caught.
Yours truly,
(Noble's name)

The Qualifying Examination[edit]

(Player's name),
You are a thief. Do not
try to deny it, you have
been seen in the act. There
is honor among thieves.
Either join the guild or
face the consequences. Steal
the (clothing) from
in (first town)
if you desire to join us.
You have (time limit) days.
{Thieves Guild contact)
(second town)

The Mantella Revealed[edit]

Dear (player's first name),
You have probably not heard the fairy tale of
Numidium, but you need to.
The legend dates back to the earliest parts of
the third era [sic].
Numidium was supposed to be a giant so big his
hands could knock the moons from the sky. I do
not recall from the stories whether Numidium was
supposed to be good or bad, but the legends used
to scare me as a child.
The legends are, in fact, true. There was a
Numidium, and, if situations continue, he will
come again. The Totem of Tiber Septim is used
to control Numidium. However, legend has it that
great Numidium lost his Mantellan heart,
whatever that is, in the final with Tiber
Septim's Battlemage. Until his heart is found,
the Totem is useless.
A Friend
Dear (player's first name),
Numidium was Tiber Septim's secret weapon in his
bid for supreme power: a thousand foot tall automaton,
a golem or an atronach of sorts powered by a gem called
the Mantella. The Mantella was infused with the life
orce [sic] of Tiber Septim's Imperial Battlemage, and with
it, Septim crushed all who stood in his way. After the
complete and total defeat of all his opponents, Septim
began using Numidium to crush the neutral royal families
of Tamriel so that he could enthrone only persons he
knew to be loyal. His Imperial Battlemage was furious
at this use of his creation, and fought to reclaim the
Mantella. In the ensuing battle, both the created and
the creator were vanquished: the heart they shared
blown out of this reality into the netherworld they
call Aetherius. Numidium's body was scattered throughout
Tamriel and the Imperial Battlemage, without his life
force, went into a semi-slumber in a subterranean vault.
In the centuries that followed, the Emperor's elite
soldiers, for generation after generation, collected the
pieces of the Numidium and became known as the Blades.
Tiber Septim's Imperial Battle Mage [sic] became known as the
Underking, and set his forces out to find the Mantella.
Be warned, therefore. Those who search for the Totem of
Tiber Septim are searching for the mechanism the first
Emperor of Tamriel used to control Numidium. Should
Numidium return, he or she who holds the Totem will
control Tamriel's fate.
A Friend
Dear (player's first name),
I must tell you about the Totem of Tiber Septim, which
all covet. You must know the truth about what you are asked.
The Totem was crafted by the original Imperial Battlemage
of Tamriel, by orders of Tiber Septim. It is essentially a
means of controlling a gargantuan creature called the
Numidium. Without it, the Numidium would simply not
function. The Imperial Battlemage placed a seal on the
Totem so that anyone not of Septim lineage or possessing
a special supernatural affinity, such as himself, would be
instantly killed if they attempted to use it. The Totem,
with the rest of Numidum, was lost during the epic battle
between the Imperial Battlemage and his own creation.
A Friend