Author’s Note: This journal uses the character build – Vigilant of Stendarr. Click the link for character background, as well as roleplaying and gameplaying specifics.
I can’t believe it’s gone. The Hall of the Vigilant has been destroyed. The Vigilants have been massacred. Keeper Carcette is missing, but I presume her body is with so many others, buried under the smoldering debris.
Despite the freezing temperatures, we buried what bodies we could behind the Hall. Rayya, a fellow Vigilant I shared the road with from Morthal, helped me in stunned silence. The mournful wail of the wind was the only sound for hours.
I had no intention of stopping by the Hall. I knew I wasn’t welcome. But when we saw the smoke from the road, I knew there was trouble. It would seem vampires attacked early in the morning, possibly between patrols. We left their cursed bodies for the wolves.
I salvaged what I could from the ruins, including the amulet of Stendarr I had been forced to surrender so many days ago. It felt good to have it’s weight back around my neck.
We departed as evening approached. Rayya didn’t know what else to do, so she followed me. I was hoping to trek through the night and reach Windhelm, but it’s just too damn cold in The Pale. We were forced to take refuge at Nightgate Inn, and will resume our journey at first light.
The brazenness of these vampires has me afraid for Emma.