Cult of the Malformed Fork Posts

..I try. I don’t always succeed. A wrong-turn and a helping hand lead me to what could only be described as a shrine to incredibly bad ideas complete with psychotic devotees.

A dubious sorcerous trick I picked up back in Vvardenfell pulled me from what appeared to be a pocket of the Deadlands back into Blackwood only to see my would-be captors skulking about seemingly aware of my recent presence in their meager demesne.

With haste and caution I departed of course. I try not to deal with Daedra, their followers or their minions where possible.

My efforts were not in vain and while the town was saved I was personally thanked for my work. A rarity given my preoccupation with being as far from prying eyes and idealistic leaders.

It was a welcome break from trends. I quietly endured as I gazed on as several ancestral spirits took up their place guarding ancestral relics. Necromancy is weird.

The trail of corpses and strange disappearances led me to the sea. There, nestled amid the mast of expertly crafted ships and the dunes of an unforgiving desert I found them. Brazenly harassing the local townsfolk. Some chance encounters with Daedra had encouraged me to find stronger armor and I was thankful, spectral claws raked across the plating and put a shiver down my spine.

I’m not against Necromancers. At least not by profession. You could call a it a courtesy, harnessing Magick isn’t easy and I’m not about to frown on someone’s approach.

Mind you, it’s a little creepy, working with the dead. Often dabbling in ritual behavior and raising the recently deceased. Nope, not against it, just not a fan.

I had delved into the crypt with a strange itch at the back of my neck. This fellow clued me in. But it wasn’t the Necromancers.. it was the Daedra around the corner.

I venture to some dreadful places in search of knowledge and mystical secrets. I was nestled under a small town what had been decimated by daedric influence.

Yearning for things they cannot have, for loves lost or foes vanquished too soon.