Better Cities:The Arcane Chronicles

Book Information The Arcane Chronicles
ID	xx179352
	5		1.0
Locations
Found in the following locations: On a bookshelf on the first floor of the Skingrad Gold Horse Courier Office
Note
This Elder Scrolls Book Club selection was written by heldwyn

The Arcane Chronicles

by Vulyn

A journal detailing Vulyn's travels around Morrowind

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Entry 1

Of course I, as a young mage, had never really wanted to study the Dwemer or Destruction. Destruction was one thing that always seemed to ruin EVERYTHING. The Dwemer architecture and literature was astounding, but the mystery was much more complex. It was that troubling Arch-mage that vexed me most. Seeing that I was a dunmer, he quickly assumed I would master in either Mysticism or Destruction. Alteration had always interested me, as did Enchanting. The Ayleids had been interesting, but after taking a note to Nchuleft for Trebonis, the Dwemer became my new interest.

Destruction on the other hand, would never leave my arsenal of used spells. Though born in Mournhold to a wealthy Hlaalu family, I really never did encounter beasts of any size or proportion except on Vvardenfell. While lightning was very useful, the creatures seemed to resist fire, and poisons and frost just never registered as a viable source of destructive energy to me.

Mages were always scurrying around the Vivec guild hall, studying useless material, BUT the Dwemer were always an interesting subject. The main interests in the Morrowind chapter were Destruction, Dwemer, Enchanting, Conjuration and Daedra worship. Anyone working in the field in Vvardenfell had better be adept in either Destruction or VERY adept in Restoration. But... the Telvanni. They were an odd bunch.

ENTRY 2

I journeyed to Sadrith Mora, or should I say Wolverine Hall. At the time it seemed just a regular Imperial garrison, but when I exited the keep I was awestruck. After seeing the Telvanni mages do their routines, I became interested to know that they had integrated magicka into their lives. Whether it be floating orbs or coloured fire, they used it.

Being a member of the Hlaalu was discouraging, they had interests in plans far for what I was planning. The Telvanni council hall was a gate to Oblivion, or Aetherius. Even though I believed in both the Nine Divines and the Daedra, I was no strong believer in the Tribunal. Vivec never had done public speeches, and Almalexia had acted childish, now that I think about it.

The Telvanni mouths stared at me as I entered, the red glares of half a dozen Wizards was very discouraging (at the time). I realized that I had to speak, or make my peace some other way. I don't quite remember what I said, but of what I do... I don't wish to repeat it.

After a long discussion with the Telvanni, and a series of tests, I was a Hireling of the Great House Telvanni. I wore my brown robe with pride, as I knew that the Telvanni would be the best source of magical education. The way magic was prestige here had reduced twofold, when I returned to Vivec's mages guild. I was resigning. I was in the Great House Telvanni, a family member. To me though, Hireling was dull, I was about to make my title sharper than it ever had been.

Entry 3...

(The rest of the book seems to have been intentionally destroyed by magical fire.)