Tarvala Sul'Morin Jouranl Entry 2

Hey Mr. Journal!

Sorry if the penmanship is sloppy, I can barely feel my arms. Or legs… or hips… or back… I think even my hair has gone numb. I’ve gained like five pounds or more since I’ve gotten to the Abbey, what with the constant runs and push ups and fighting. If the priestesses at the Temple in Necrom could see me now. They always gave me a hard time for my size, like it was my fault I just kept growing. At least here it’s finally an advantage. I threw the Archon!

Ok, so… he still beat me like a drum, but I got a few hits in. By the Three it was so exciting! It was a few weeks ago after training and AMAZING steak. I got a blow in, he got in a few more, then he kneed me in the stomach and all I could think as air rushed out of me was… grab it and throw! Then he …. Did something, I think I blacked out on the way down but only for a second. Still, as sore as I was, I learned a lot during that fight. Biggest is, his bite is just as big as his bark.

A few recruits got promoted to Initiate, one of them, Ivulhe, I like. She’s been very helpful to me as I learned the ropes, I was very honored to be there for her promotion. Also Nethala, she’s a full Ordinator, has been as well. Because of the things at my previous temple, I don’t know… I just never could learn what I needed. Stealing my books and parchments or, replacing them with ones with wrong information. It’s not been easy. Still, she said she’d help me and I will definitely be doing so. She’s the reasons I’m so sore right now, she’s a harsh task master but not completely unfair.

Mmm, there was a pack of werewolves. It was very sad actually. Some kind of alpha beast as leading them, smart enough for speech even, or was. A few injuries, only one or two severe. The worst though, was a dunmeri woman who was clearly bitten. Archon Raj tested her and her blood fairly boiled off the silver. I’ve seen it before, there was no hope for her, she was already turned, just not transformed. Some of the other recruits struggled with the concept and Rajere put a blade into her heart. It was his duty and he didn’t act like it was anything but dispatching a monster that was pleading for her life. I’ve learned enough though, he did execute her as painlessly and quickly as possible. I have not entered into an easy life.

I’ve been so busy with training and trying to “fit in” and do as I’m told, I’ve not really made any friends yet. Comrades, perhaps. Even without having taken my oath, I’ve done so in my heart and would give up my life for any one of them, but that’s not the same as being friends. I’ve never been good at it anyway, but perhaps with time that will change.

I better get to bed. I’m not on duty for some time tomorrow, but I’ve been continuing to practice with both my Ordinator weapons, the standard mace and shield, along with the greatsword I got from the fallen Ordinator Reylin during the ambush. It’s hard and I’ve little time for much else, probably why I don’t have friends, now that I think on it. Guess there will be time for that later, you know, if I survive that long.

Night Mr. Journal! Three watch over us!

Tarvala Sul'Morin Journal Entry 1

The book is simple. Bound in a dark brown leather with the wolf head insignia of house Indoril upon it as well as a simple lock and key latch binding it closed. Tucked away safely among her belongings, often wrapped up in her small clothes in the bottom most drawer.

“Starting over, a new chapter, requires a new book. Hello new book. My name is Tarvala Sul’Morin of House Indoril. Contrary to mother's wishes and self delusion, Sul’Morin is of some import but no where upon the scale she believes. Locally it is known, but few outside Necrom would know of it. There will be time later for mother though.

I’m at the Abbey. Under a Magistrix Sebaya Indoril, who is of the actual house, not a faker and hanger on like so many others… myself included. I’m here as an Ordinator, or will be, for now I’m nothing more than a recruit. It is a far step down after two years at Temple to be a priestess. The Commander and the Archons shout and yell and are very confusing individuals. They get onto me for their failures in leadership not having even informed me what I did was wrong before hand. No orientation, do’s and don’ts… At first this vexed me, greatly… now though, I wonder if that is not the point.

A test of our competence and current level of understanding and the correction itself is the actual teaching and leadership. Ordinators and the clergy are vastly different in their ways after all. The clergy were so focused on structure and etiquette in our devotion to the Three, were as the Ordinators are here to protect and destroy their enemies. There is no place for etiquette and polite words in a sword fight. I have only had this revelation two nights ago after a battle with a necromancer when I lay awake so sore and bruised sleep would not come. I am going to move forward with this thought in my heart and praying to the Three, I felt no nudge that it was otherwise. I will trust in them.

The fight with a necromancer, had me second guessing my choice leave the clergy but… I feel I was useful during the fight that ensued. I was one of the few standing at the end and so many were far more injured than I. I’d never felt anything like it though. The magicka was, twisted, evil to a level I’d never experienced in my life. The zombies, the weak ones, as they got killed empowered the rune. We know this, everyone does except N’wah’s and fools. The necromancer knew we would, and thus let his zombie charges soak for, what had to be days in a river. They fell apart like dandelions under a child's breath. The slightest touch, the barest shove, it was actually a brilliant idea. Evil, but brilliant.

The rune itself grew to such power even the Archons were unable to stand. It felt as though a nest of starved rats were released with in our guts and then those rats were set afire and eaten by some larger daedric demon dog that then started to dig a hole. Even that barely describes what it felt, but I believe you get the idea. In the end though, it exploded. Destroying a windmill and injuring anywhere near it. I was far enough away due to a Anorach I got hit with large pebbles and stones, the blast only knocking me over and ringing my head like a bell.

It was chaos. Everyone survived though, I can only imagine by the will of the Three, how else could so many survive so close to such a blast? Thank their divine grace for that. As much as I want to be promoted in the ranks, that is not the way. I will earn that.

For now though, I must get some rest. Standing at attention during a debate tonight was exhausting, not the standing itself, but rather listening to some of the “arguments” made by many of the people participating. It was entertaining, true, but far more enlightening. You can learn much from listening to others and more so when given a direct topic.

For now though, Mr. Journal, ALMSIVI in every hour.