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10th of Rains Hand, 3E433<br>
Betrayed! Completely betrayed!! What did I do? I acted with honor, that's all. I ignored my desire and love for a woman because she was my brother's wife. Even when she offered herself to me, I did not act as my heart would have preferred. And what did this act of honor get me? The woman I love, and who professed her love for me, lied and betrayed me. My brother, whose honor I was protecting, attacks me with hate in his heart and blood on his mind. My Father, who I respected above all others, exiles me from my family. Completely betrayed by all those that I loved and cherished. And worse of all, not one of the people who I loved most, would even listen to what I had to say. They did not even consider the possibility that I might be innocent. I am on my own now, no family, no home, and no name. I will remember this, and I will avenge this.<br>
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12th of Second Seed, 3E433<br>
It has been about a month since my Father expelled me. I no longer consider it my home, or the Varos my Family. I disown them. I have spent most of my time living off the land in the countryside outside Windfall. It was hard, but there was plenty of food, and plenty of time to ponder the direction of my life. I am no longer a child of privilege and wealth. Now I am a man who is destitute and hungry. Life is hard, but I will not shy away from my fate. No! I will embrace it. I will make the best of my circumstances. All that was really taken away from me was money and the things money can buy. I am still me. I will put my life back together. And when the time is right, I will seek my revenge on the Varo family. First I need reliable food and shelter. A little cash wouldn't hurt. The Imperial City is the obvious solution to my immediate problems.<br>
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8th of Mid Year, 3E433<br>
I arrived in the Imperial City a few weeks ago. Things were difficult when I first got here. I had to resort to common thievery to meet my needs. I could not, and would not, beg. That was out of the question. Like anything in life, if you do it enough you start to get better at it. I thought I was pretty good. Then one night I see a Dunmer woman fumbling with her coin purse. Assuming it was easy money I made my move. I am still not sure what happened. The next thing I knew I was disarmed; she had a knife to my throat and my coin purse in her other hand. And so I met Aleccia. She has taken me under her wing and is helping me to improve my skills. No more dark alley muggings; Aleccia is teaching me the finer arts of theft. I could see a future with this woman, if it weren't for the Varos. I am not sure I could ever truly love again.<br>
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14th of Mid Year, 3E433<br>
Thanks to Aleccia's lessons in the art of stealth, I am becoming quite skilled in my new profession. Quite a profitable profession as well. Life could be good, should be good. Right now I can't fully enjoy it though. I left something unfinished. I will have to return to Windfall at some point and deal with the Varos. It is time I begin thinking of how to deal with them.<br>
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24th of Mid Year, 3E433<br>
A few nights ago Aleccia and I were liberating a few trinkets from some ruins, when we encountered a magician named Glorvin. It seems Glorvin had exactly the same idea. With weapons at the ready, we had quite the staring contest. Time seemed to pass slowly as everyone considered their options. Eventually Aleccia suggested that a solitary mage was no match for the danger of the ruins. To my surprise, Glorvin agreed. Of course, that was when he pulled his sword and announced that he was no simple mage. And so we continued to stand there, staring at each other. I do not know how long we actually stood there. Whatever it was, it was too long. We heard the rattling of the bones before we actually saw the skeletons. By the sounds, there were plenty of them, and they were coming from all directions. Normally a skeleton is no real danger to any experienced adventurer, but in large numbers they can be deadly to anyone. It did not even need to be said, we knew we had to put aside our differences and work together. Glorvin immediately released a spell. The skeletons were still in the dark, so I could not see the effect, but I could hear it. There were not nearly as many bones rattling; they sounded like a manageable number now. We stood back to back and faced the onslaught. It was a good battle. I am glad we did not have to kill Glorvin earlier. He is quite good with his sword and would have done some damage of his own. Once we had dispatched the skeletal threat we decided to work together. Glorvin will make a good addition to Aleccia and I.<br>
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27th of Mid Year, 3E433<br>
Glorvin has been a nice addition to our team. His magic has proven useful a couple of times. The three of us are bonding into a close-knit unit. Unlike the Varos, these are good people. I felt I had no choice but to tell my new friends of my past and my plans. Aleccia and Glorvin listened intently as I told the story of my family and my expulsion. I explained that I no longer consider myself Stilus Varo. I am a different person, but I will need to return to Windfall at some point. Aleccia spoke first, "Considering what you have been through you are acting like a saint, I would have killed them all. In fact, if you wish to leave the name Stilus behind you, that shall be your name. Glorvin, may I introduce you to the Saint." Glorvin agreed, "Going by Stilus would be dangerous for everyone. Especially if we are to go to Windfall and teach the Varos a lesson." It was decided, my new friends would stand beside me. We will leave for Windfall in two days. Glorvin will collect the supplies we need for the trip, while Aleccia and I arraign for some gem dealers to make donations to our cause. At least in Windfall we will be able to steal from people who truly deserves to be robbed.<br>
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6th of Suns Height, 3E433<br>
As I gazed upon Windfall for the first time since I was expelled, the feelings of hate and loathing came back. But to my surprise they were not as strong as I expected them to be. I feel as though I am at a crossroads in my life. I could turn back, not enter the city, and put the past behind me. With Aleccia and Glorvin, I could easily make a comfortable living elsewhere. We could travel to the far corners of Tamriel. Perhaps that would be the wisest course of action. But could I just leave? Forget that I have been wronged? If I continue and enter Windfall, someone will die. Of that there is no question. I am not so vain to think that it could not be me. Brend is an accomplished swordsman with years of training and experience, to underestimate him would be folly. Alas, I cannot leave this unfinished. The Varos must answer for their actions. I will enter Windfall tonight.<br>
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13th of Suns Height, 3E433<br>
We entered Windfall a week ago, under the cover of darkness. We immediately made our way to the slums. That is where I felt we would have our best chance of finding food and shelter, unmolested by Brend's people. We ran into an old friend of mine, Rosalie Tuverd, in the streets outside the Thirsty Peasant. She seemed happy to see me and immediately offered to give us shelter for a few days. As we settled in for the night, Rosalie filled me in on current events in Windfall. Apparently Brend is running the city since I left. Running it into the ground by the sounds of it. That would be just like Brend, using the backs of the peasants to make life easier for his privileged friends. Rosalie also told me that Acretia has disappeared. The little witch deserves whatever happens to her. Brend must be heart broken. Good, now he has a small glimpse into what he has done to me.<br>
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14th of Suns Height, 3E433<br>
More news for Rosalie. The Count, my father has died. I wonder if he even gave me thought while he was on his death bed. Perhaps he realized his error, perhaps not. Now that he is gone, I find that I do not hate him for what he did. But, I cannot forgive for it. He is gone now, there is nothing more to do about it. I will need to find Acretia so I can extract my pound of flesh for the trouble she caused. That will have to wait. I have no idea where to start looking for her, and Brend is still here in Windfall. Although he appears to have his own troubles as well. His policies are so disruptive that the peasants are refusing to work. The city is not shut down completely, some of the commoners are still working. But the city cannot function indefinitely without the peasants doing their part. Windfall is a commerce town. Without the peasants, the commerce is disrupted. Without the commerce, Brend and his privileged friends have no income. Brend never understood that. He and his friends have the finest in life because of the peasants. If they aren't treated fairly, he will lose everything. That might be worse than anything I could do to him.<br>
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19th of Suns Height, 3E433<br>
I must admit, I do like these protesters. I am sure Brend is beside himself with anger. He doesn't help himself much either. He always manages to do the wrong thing. If this keeps up, he will exact revenge upon himself for me. The protesters aren't always the best people either. They are beginning to fight amongst themselves. The violence is getting worse. If this continues, the Legion will use it as an excuse to get involved.<br>
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20th of Suns Height, 3E433<br>
I have just heard the most delicious rumor. Brend doesn't have the Family Signet ring. Without it Brend cannot prove the Count named him the heir. I could have just as much claim to govern Windfall as Brend does. Actually, if I had the ring, I could claim the Varo holdings, including Windfall. That is perhaps the worse thing I could ever do to Brend. Perhaps these protesters need a little help. A little guidance to make them more effective. Just enough to keep Brend busy with them, and not looking for that ring. Once he finds that ring, Brend will solidify his control of Windfall and end these protests. I may not even need to find the ring myself, as long as Brend doesn't. I think if he knew where it was he would have gotten it by now. I doubt he knows where the ring is. I need to talk to the peasants' leader.<br>
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16th of Last Seed, 3E433<br>
An Orc of all things. I wish Glorvin had warned me. Had I known the peasants' leader was an Orc I would have brought Aleccia to the meeting. Gruff Grub-Lok is a nice enough fellow, even fairly intelligent for an Orc. Still telling an Orc that he is wrong usually results in a certain number of bumps and bruises, no matter how you try to do it. Gruff took it rather well I think, only two goblets and one plate came flying across the table. I obviously had his attention though. This Orc is not just out to cause trouble. It seems to me Gruff is seriously trying to help the peasants'. I suggested ways that Gruff could improve his effectiveness. For example, instead of robbing each other for food, they should get together and raid the caravan coming in a few days. It should be full of food going out to trade. Instead of fighting with each other, maybe they should get together and harass the town guards who patrol the area. When we were finished, he thanked me for my time, and offered to let me consult him from time to time. I am not sure Gruff quite understood the point of the meeting. If he wants to think he is in charge, let him.<br>
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22nd of Last Seed<br>
Life is good, things could not be going better. It took a little time, but Gruff has come accept the fact that he is not running the show. I did not totally destroy his ego. He believes he is second in command. This actually works well. Very few people know who I am. They know Gruff is no longer running the show, but they do not know who is. Keeping my identity secret is even more important now. A Legion detachment arrived in town recently. So far they have not interfered too much. They just patrol the Commerce District to ensure the trade routes stay open. It seems as long as we do not interfere with the Empire's trade, the Legion will not interfere with us. Oddly, the detachment is lead by Fracus, the Count's former bodyguard. He is up to something, I just don't know what. Otherwise he would put an end to this before is becomes a revolt. I know Fracus, he is definitely up to something. I can feel it. Even so, it must be making Brend crazy. He hates having someone watch over his shoulder. In fact the only thing not working out is finding the Count's ring. I had Gruff send someone to the keep to search for it, but it wasn't there. Maybe I should have sent Aleccia, but I needed her and Glorvin to set up a smuggling operation so I could keep the peasants supplied. They would have given already if I could not get food and ale into the slums without going through Brend's people.<br>
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24th of Last Seed<br>
The city is totally split now. Brend controls the Wealthy Section, Fracus the Commerce District, and I the Slums. There is almost no violence anymore. The town guards refuse to patrol the slums. My guards do not enter the wealthy area. The Legion soldiers keep the Commerce District neutral. Rumor has it Brend is aware that I am trying to take control of the city, but he still doesn't know who I am. My information says he knows me only as the Saint, and has no idea where I am, or what I look like. He can't take the slums by force, it would ruin the city and the Legion would take control. I can't take the town by force. If I try to take the town, the Legion soldiers would join with the town guards, and the peasants aren't strong enough to defeat both. It looks like we have a standoff, for now at least. I do not know how this will ultimately end, but it will certainly be a fun trip.<br>
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