Faengorn's Journal

[You glance over pages and pages of dense writing, cryptic sketches and obfuscated diagrams. You squint to read the latest entries.]

I've finally made my way to Narsis. That old fool Vemyl wasn't lying: these sewers are massive! After several days of exploration and careful mapping, I think I've found the connection to the catacombs I was looking for.

I settled my study right next to it. A brutal gang war is raging down there, and no one seems to be doing much about it: the Empire doesn't care, and the Hlaalu are probably getting their cut. In any case, that gives me a steady supply of strong bodies to pursue my experiments.

I've started to send small groups of skeletal warriors across the sewers and into the catacombs. I don't expect them to have made it very far yet. The place must be crawling with undead. Despite their disgust for our science, those Temple Dunmer sure know how to make a dead walk!

I must make my move soon. The old funerary wards of the Chimer have no secret for me now. The minute I manage to set foot in these tunnels, the dead of past eons will be heeding my call as if I'm Veloth reborn!

[An angry scribble has recently been added at the bottom of the page.]

The fools! The door to the catacombs have been sealed! I was so close! There has to be another entrance somewhere. In any case, this hideout is useless to me now. I must prepare to move out.