02-02-2006, 02:45 AM
Ok, this is for the daedric ruin I'm working on, its a note, not a book. Its in the same room where all the events happened and it ties in with a weapon I'll (hopefully) make. And since I suck with any kind of scripting, tell me to put that bizarre little code so it looks like journal entries in game. Thxs and don't be too harsh on the critique.
<DIV ALIGN="LEFT"><FONT COLOR="000000" SIZE="3" FACE="Magic Cards"><BR>
DAMN HIM TO THE LOWEST PITS OF OBLIVION! The foul dunmer has beat me to it! After All of these years of searching he snatches it right from under my grasp! How could have he, and not be right before me now? His cohorts lie dead by my hands and I see no sign of him what so ever! He must still remain in this shrine, the cavern has trapped him the same as I and he must know I have supplies. I'll just wait for him here, he will come to me soon enough. My searching will not be wasted.
(The fading of the writing indicates that this entry was written quite some time later)
The sounds are getting worse, the beasts are sensing my weakness. For DAYS the damn things have been pounding on the piles of debris in the passage. I can hear the sounds at all times. Even Daedra must tire! I yell for the Dark Elf for help but he does not anwser. He must still be trapped in this hell
(This entry is even older then the last)
Her laughter echoes through my ears. I can see her in my nightmares, the few times I am able to sleep, her stone black hair and cold, soulless eyes. The things will be in here soon. By the Nine, how did I let my greed become my own prison?
(This entry is about as old as the one before)
Oh by the name of Stendarr. My dunmer friend is less fortunate then I thought. He appears to have tried to to make a escape through a broken wall on the top level. His face is covered in finger-nail like scratches and his chest has suffered numerous stabbing wounds. Has the women already gotten in? Where is the weapon? I must prepare myself. The food runs low even with the dunmer's joined supplies
(This appears to be written a long time after the previous entry)
So hungry. I may soon starve, but the statue helps me. The statue speaks to me. It tells me to reap the rewards of the enemies I have slain. The statue tells me not to be scared of whats to come. He is watching me. He tells me to prepare and regain my strength, so I must eat. I've always wondered if these elves tasted good.
(Much of this last entry is illegible or covered with blood and some other mysterious liquids)
Woman. Daedra. Still alive. Talks me. Statue lied. Scared.Got in. Dunmer.Red Eyes. Help. Flesh. I . Monster. Sick. Still talking. Sed.... Taunts. Beautiful. Ugly. Darkness. Mind. Darkness. Find it. Darkness. Surrounding. Blade. Its everywhere. Of (The next word is cut out rather crudely, right out of the paper). Zyphr....(The rest is scribblings and strange pictures of a beautiful woman and daedric looking characters you have never seen before)
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Oh and this hints too something Im adding to silgrad which I think is rather neat
<DIV ALIGN="LEFT"><FONT COLOR="000000" SIZE="3" FACE="Magic Cards"><BR>
DAMN HIM TO THE LOWEST PITS OF OBLIVION! The foul dunmer has beat me to it! After All of these years of searching he snatches it right from under my grasp! How could have he, and not be right before me now? His cohorts lie dead by my hands and I see no sign of him what so ever! He must still remain in this shrine, the cavern has trapped him the same as I and he must know I have supplies. I'll just wait for him here, he will come to me soon enough. My searching will not be wasted.
(The fading of the writing indicates that this entry was written quite some time later)
The sounds are getting worse, the beasts are sensing my weakness. For DAYS the damn things have been pounding on the piles of debris in the passage. I can hear the sounds at all times. Even Daedra must tire! I yell for the Dark Elf for help but he does not anwser. He must still be trapped in this hell
(This entry is even older then the last)
Her laughter echoes through my ears. I can see her in my nightmares, the few times I am able to sleep, her stone black hair and cold, soulless eyes. The things will be in here soon. By the Nine, how did I let my greed become my own prison?
(This entry is about as old as the one before)
Oh by the name of Stendarr. My dunmer friend is less fortunate then I thought. He appears to have tried to to make a escape through a broken wall on the top level. His face is covered in finger-nail like scratches and his chest has suffered numerous stabbing wounds. Has the women already gotten in? Where is the weapon? I must prepare myself. The food runs low even with the dunmer's joined supplies
(This appears to be written a long time after the previous entry)
So hungry. I may soon starve, but the statue helps me. The statue speaks to me. It tells me to reap the rewards of the enemies I have slain. The statue tells me not to be scared of whats to come. He is watching me. He tells me to prepare and regain my strength, so I must eat. I've always wondered if these elves tasted good.
(Much of this last entry is illegible or covered with blood and some other mysterious liquids)
Woman. Daedra. Still alive. Talks me. Statue lied. Scared.Got in. Dunmer.Red Eyes. Help. Flesh. I . Monster. Sick. Still talking. Sed.... Taunts. Beautiful. Ugly. Darkness. Mind. Darkness. Find it. Darkness. Surrounding. Blade. Its everywhere. Of (The next word is cut out rather crudely, right out of the paper). Zyphr....(The rest is scribblings and strange pictures of a beautiful woman and daedric looking characters you have never seen before)
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Oh and this hints too something Im adding to silgrad which I think is rather neat