Entry Two

We must have traveled miles by now. We met with Azura's shrine, meaning we are very near both The Temple and the place known as Dive Rock. It is night again, and so a messenger will be sent to a high spire tomorrow in order to look out for the two destinations.

Ascending the mountainside, we found a pile of dead deer. After investigating around, we came across a bandit camp. Having dispatched of them, we took the venison from the pile and moved on.

It was also not long until we crossed paths with an oger. The battle was long and furious, though, due to how insanely strong this oger was. Arrows simply bounced off him! One arrow lodged into him, but it was most likely due to a crevice in his rocklike flesh. Unfortunately, we lost one guard in the process. The horrible beast picked him up by the skull and thrashed him against the cliffside until his body flew from the troll's grip and all that was left in his hand was the guard's head, which he threw to the ground with a bloody explosion. 

After plenty of fleeing, I mustered up all the will I could and paralyzed the monster. The guards stuck a dagger through his eye and into his brain, killing the beast. Not a single man here sleeps soundly after such an awful encounter.

For a while, Dehkan and I trailed behind the rest of the crowd to speak more privately. I asked him,

"How was it that you convinced the entire Cheydinhal guard to come with us, anyway?"

"It was easy," he said. "No humanoid knows much about Elsweyr at all, right? I told them there was a war in Elsweyr waged over the invisible troll. Ancient scriptures said that the troll would rampage through the land on a certain date. One large group of Khajiit citizens want to march into Cyrodiil, but the Imperial Legion in the country prohibit them. A war has ensued, and now almost everyone in Elsweyr is fighting for some reason. The only way to stop them is to kill the beast."

"This is all false, isn't it?" I asked.

"All of it," he replied. "I'm hunting the thing just because it's what I was sent here to do. I would shame myself to everyone in my life if I failed to do it. I came to Cyrodiil a warrior and discovered that heroism no longer pays. I was unable to even make it to the fighters guild; I sail straight to the Imperial City and fell to my feet. I met you on my way to Skingrad."

"So I assume the Guard is doing this just for the popularity?" I inquired.

"Of course," he replied. "Cheydinhal is already looked down upon and they'll do anything to gain any sort of positive reputation."

I recall a poem by a columnist in the Black Horse Courier:

"Blessed art the fruits of man, His crops are tall and strong. A fool he is to keep them, though; His labor's hard and long."

It spoke of how mankind busies himself with things that bring him nothing but toils and troubles. The columnist went on to say in the poem how the only truly logical way to lie is to do, for then you are truly free of all problems. He went so far as to say nothing truly matters, and that there are only the elements and the soil beneath your feet, and everything else is man's own projection of his own imagination. What a fool. We are in this life and fully aware of our emotions and feelings, therefore we ought to enjoy it in any way we can. 

As disconnected as this journal entry is, I must also give some backstory to Dehkan and I. I was kidnapped by him. He was a Khajiit bandit. He read my journal and discovered who I was, and introduced himself as Dehkan, the mighty warrior sent from Elsweyr to kill the invisible troll. We decided to band together for the sake of our own protection, being that two able fighters traveling is better than one able fighter traveling. We would escort each other to our destinations, which are in close proximity to each other. I am on my way to the Temple of the Ancestor moth on account of unexplained business and his destination is Dive rock. 

No more to be said now. I shall write again tomorrow.