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povsslariondiary 
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Introduction
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I grow old. I am more than ever aware of my mortality. In my youth and maturity I did many heroic deeds but who will remember them when I have gone? They should be remembered, not just for myself but for the brave companions who together made up the Knightly Order of the Silver Nose.
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This will be a memorial to all of them.
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It all began some forty years ago. We were little more than a disorganised rabble of layabouts who used to hang around the inns of the Imperial City and jeer at the citizens. Sometimes we'd do a little work but mostly we scrounged what we could and scavenged the sewers.
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Who knows what we would have gone on to become without the arrival of the Aripotah, the mage who was to become our inspiration and founder of the order.
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I remember his arrival as if it were yesterday.
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Agilius Pranko had just placed a chamber pot on the top of the White Gold Tower when the mage appeared, walking purposefully towards us. I don't know what it was that made us look at him twice - surely not the spectacles? Perhaps it was the oddly shaped nose. Of course we did not know then that the nose was attached to the spectacles and came off with them.
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Still, this part of our history is less than heroic as we elected to give him a drubbing for looking so ridiculously studious. When we knocked off the spectacles we saw the silver nose. It made him altogether more interesting. So we dusted him down, put his fractured arm in a splint and took him to The King and Queen for a jug of ale.
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He told us the story of the nose; how he'd lost his own because he kept sniffing some strange substance. I can't remember what it was called but it sounded like it ought to have been some perfectly harmless soft drink. We offered him some skooma and moon sugar. He claimed never to have heard of them but when we explained what they were he said he was clean now and would never touch the stuff again. I thought he had to be rather mad at that point because he hadn't touched them at all, so how could he never touch them again? Anyway, then I got even more confused, perhaps because we hadn't stopped at one jug of ale. I recall that the wretched schoolgirl swot Herminia Cinna turned up.
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Aripotah muttered darkly about Herminia certainly being a Cinna, which we all knew anyway. Apparently she had introduced him to some heroine or other and this was what ultimately led to the loss of his nose. I can't say I understood half of what he was talking about. And yet the subject of heroism having been raised...
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And that's when it was set up. The Knightly Order of the Silver Nose - an underage wizard and a score of drunken wastrels!
<p>
Ah - but what it was to become....
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The diary goes on to describe the deeds of derring and do that the knights dared and did. None of it mentions seals. Eventually you find the reference.
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I do not know what the evil was but we have done as Aripotah commanded and left him alone to face it. This was no act of cowardice. We begged and pleaded with him not to be so foolhardy but he would not be swayed. Using our individual tokens we forged three great seals. After he had gone inside the tower to face whatever lay within, we sealed the doors forever.
<p>
Three of us were entrusted to carry the keys to unseal the doors and told to secure them beyond reach. However, no protection could be regarded as completely sure and, as Aripotah pointed out, they could be lost or destroyed. To reforge any one of them we would need the seven tokens. Each knight was to be responsible for his own token. The exception was Aripotah himself. As he was going into the tower to face the unknown his token was needed outside. It was entrusted to me.
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At the mage's request we then divided our forces into three groups comprising the seal makers and travelled to distant parts of Cyrodiil to secure the seals so no one could gain access to the tower until Aripotah called us together again.
<p>
I took the five members of my team north. The leader of the second team, Dummus Annox, went to the south and the third seal was taken east by Lemmy Attem. We were never to speak of how we secured our respective seals.
<p>
And so we waited and waited for a call that never came. At first we tried to maintain the three teams as they had been, forces to combat the evils of the world. But without the founder and guiding light the teams fragmented. And as the numbers grew smaller, the losses in the battles we tried to fight increased. Now old age and infirmity are slowly claiming the few of us who remain.
<p>
By chance I was passing the fateful tower earlier in the year and noticed that the seals were cracking. It seems they do not last forever but only for as long as we remain alive. If the seals break, whatever evil has been locked within for so long will be unleashed on an unsuspecting and unprotected world. We must act.
<p>
Of my own team only the Nord Bonehead the Brainless remains alive. He has retired into a religious community far in the north and taken a new name but I can leave him in peace. I know where our key is. If anything should happen to me read the entry on the last page of this diary.
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Dummus has died but I know at least two of his team still live. Ventus Verbosus is at Pell's Gate and Querulus Mona at Blankenmarch. The former was the more reliable as I recall so I will visit him first. Of Lemmy and his team I know nothing. I only hope one of those I can contact has news. Whoever is left must accompany me to the tower with the keys and deal with whatever remains within forever.
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I will send word to Ventus of my impending arrival when I am a little nearer.
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You turn to look at the inscription at the back of the book.
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<p>
We hid our seal in a cave worthy of a noble. The cave is just north of a village on the red ring road where it sounds as if the drink is very good.
訳文
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Introduction
<p>
I grow old. I am more than ever aware of my mortality. In my youth and maturity I did many heroic deeds but who will remember them when I have gone? They should be remembered, not just for myself but for the brave companions who together made up the Knightly Order of the Silver Nose.
<p>
This will be a memorial to all of them.
<p>
It all began some forty years ago. We were little more than a disorganised rabble of layabouts who used to hang around the inns of the Imperial City and jeer at the citizens. Sometimes we'd do a little work but mostly we scrounged what we could and scavenged the sewers.
<p>
Who knows what we would have gone on to become without the arrival of the Aripotah, the mage who was to become our inspiration and founder of the order.
<p>
I remember his arrival as if it were yesterday.
<p>
Agilius Pranko had just placed a chamber pot on the top of the White Gold Tower when the mage appeared, walking purposefully towards us. I don't know what it was that made us look at him twice - surely not the spectacles? Perhaps it was the oddly shaped nose. Of course we did not know then that the nose was attached to the spectacles and came off with them.
<p>
Still, this part of our history is less than heroic as we elected to give him a drubbing for looking so ridiculously studious. When we knocked off the spectacles we saw the silver nose. It made him altogether more interesting. So we dusted him down, put his fractured arm in a splint and took him to The King and Queen for a jug of ale.
<p>
He told us the story of the nose; how he'd lost his own because he kept sniffing some strange substance. I can't remember what it was called but it sounded like it ought to have been some perfectly harmless soft drink. We offered him some skooma and moon sugar. He claimed never to have heard of them but when we explained what they were he said he was clean now and would never touch the stuff again. I thought he had to be rather mad at that point because he hadn't touched them at all, so how could he never touch them again? Anyway, then I got even more confused, perhaps because we hadn't stopped at one jug of ale. I recall that the wretched schoolgirl swot Herminia Cinna turned up.
<p>
Aripotah muttered darkly about Herminia certainly being a Cinna, which we all knew anyway. Apparently she had introduced him to some heroine or other and this was what ultimately led to the loss of his nose. I can't say I understood half of what he was talking about. And yet the subject of heroism having been raised...
<p>
And that's when it was set up. The Knightly Order of the Silver Nose - an underage wizard and a score of drunken wastrels!
<p>
Ah - but what it was to become....
<p>
</font>
<FONT face="3">
The diary goes on to describe the deeds of derring and do that the knights dared and did. None of it mentions seals. Eventually you find the reference.
</font>
<FONT face="5">
<p>
I do not know what the evil was but we have done as Aripotah commanded and left him alone to face it. This was no act of cowardice. We begged and pleaded with him not to be so foolhardy but he would not be swayed. Using our individual tokens we forged three great seals. After he had gone inside the tower to face whatever lay within, we sealed the doors forever.
<p>
Three of us were entrusted to carry the keys to unseal the doors and told to secure them beyond reach. However, no protection could be regarded as completely sure and, as Aripotah pointed out, they could be lost or destroyed. To reforge any one of them we would need the seven tokens. Each knight was to be responsible for his own token. The exception was Aripotah himself. As he was going into the tower to face the unknown his token was needed outside. It was entrusted to me.
<p>
At the mage's request we then divided our forces into three groups comprising the seal makers and travelled to distant parts of Cyrodiil to secure the seals so no one could gain access to the tower until Aripotah called us together again.
<p>
I took the five members of my team north. The leader of the second team, Dummus Annox, went to the south and the third seal was taken east by Lemmy Attem. We were never to speak of how we secured our respective seals.
<p>
And so we waited and waited for a call that never came. At first we tried to maintain the three teams as they had been, forces to combat the evils of the world. But without the founder and guiding light the teams fragmented. And as the numbers grew smaller, the losses in the battles we tried to fight increased. Now old age and infirmity are slowly claiming the few of us who remain.
<p>
By chance I was passing the fateful tower earlier in the year and noticed that the seals were cracking. It seems they do not last forever but only for as long as we remain alive. If the seals break, whatever evil has been locked within for so long will be unleashed on an unsuspecting and unprotected world. We must act.
<p>
Of my own team only the Nord Bonehead the Brainless remains alive. He has retired into a religious community far in the north and taken a new name but I can leave him in peace. I know where our key is. If anything should happen to me read the entry on the last page of this diary.
<p>
Dummus has died but I know at least two of his team still live. Ventus Verbosus is at Pell's Gate and Querulus Mona at Blankenmarch. The former was the more reliable as I recall so I will visit him first. Of Lemmy and his team I know nothing. I only hope one of those I can contact has news. Whoever is left must accompany me to the tower with the keys and deal with whatever remains within forever.
<p>
I will send word to Ventus of my impending arrival when I am a little nearer.
<p>
<br>
<FONT face="3">
You turn to look at the inscription at the back of the book.
</font>
<FONT face="5">
<p>
We hid our seal in a cave worthy of a noble. The cave is just north of a village on the red ring road where it sounds as if the drink is very good.
