This journal is the property of- (Sither Gearmaster)
5/23/1258- I Mr. Sinderion will be using this journal to document my discoveries on the Crimson Nirnroot. 11/24/1265- To anyone reading this journal heed my warning, don't trų§ţ~
11/26/1345 My na...
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My name is Sither Gearmaster, a member of the Riften Theives Guild and a frequent student at the Mages College in Winterhold. I have found myself in this land under the Dwemer Ruins called Blackreach (as stated by the journal) where I now currently reside.
How i got here is quite the story. I was just back to the College of Winterhold from a bedlam job in Solitude (I have to pay the college somehow) and just sat in my dorm when I heard yelling outside, being curious I went outside to take a look.
When I got to the courtyard , I hid behind a pillar and listened to the on going conversation. "Person 1- I am sick of you stupid mages and your devastating experiments!" "Person 2- Sir please calm down, we will try to help you to the best of our abili-" "1- ENOUGH! I want your college gone, that isn't something you can just fix!" "2- We can't leave sir, but if an any way we have upset you, we will fix the problems that we have caused you." As I peeked around the corner I saw several kegs and barrels around this man, and I don't think they were filled with mead. "1- I'm going to blow this place to the ground with all of you still inside of it, say goodbye you filthy witch." "Sir don't-!" But it was already too late, he dropped the torch he was holding into the black powder.
I saw my life flash before my eyes, every choice I had made, when suddenly My friend and dorm mate Jz' Argo shoved me out the window into the river below. Just as I was falling I saw him cast a ward, then it was just a flash of blinding orange flames and a loud kaboom.
