Daggerfall:Parchment

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-UpEdit

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. Love, (Name)

(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, (Name) (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. (Name)

Barenziah's BookEdit

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. Yours, Barenziah Queen of the Kingdom of Wayrest

BlackmailEdit

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. Helseth, 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 recitation. 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, Helseth

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. Helseth Prince of Wayrest

Dust of Restful DeathEdit

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. Gortwog Warl...

Elysana's BetrayalEdit

(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 EmpireEdit

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 VampirismEdit

(Date) 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 KnowledgeEdit

(Building) (Town) 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' RevengeEdit

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 PrinceEdit

(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. (unsigned)

23 Morning Star 3E 400 (Dungeon) 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 WeddingEdit

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

Princess, Done. --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 LettersEdit

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. Aubk-i 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...

OracleEdit

(Temple) (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 commodity. 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) (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 EmancipationEdit

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 NotesEdit

(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. Yours, (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 PostmanEdit

(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 AcceptanceEdit

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 sacrifice. 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. Akorithi 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). Underking

(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 FateEdit

(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 DebtsEdit

(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 ExaminationEdit

(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 (residence) in (first town) if you desire to join us. You have (time limit) days.

{Thieves Guild contact) (second town)

The Mantella RevealedEdit

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