Marudil's Journal: Entry #2

• Posted by MarkusMasterThief April 7, 2015 - 868 views

  Black Horse Editor's Note: As with the last "journal entry", Imperial research into the authenticity of the following document has been inconclusive. We here at the Black Horse encourage our readers not to regard this piece as the legitimate writings of the murderous outlaw Marudil (presently dubbed "The Brutal Bosmer" by Imperial authorities), but rather a curiosity inspired by a very real threat to the security of the Empire, and the safety of its people.

  

  4E 46

  I have found myself in the company of unlikely allies; a rebel organization of Khajiit that call themselves "The New Elsweyr Movement" have welcomed me with open arms and now regard me as one of their own. I admit, it warms my spirit to know friendly faces once more... but deep in my heart I do miss my sacred homeland. Often times I reminisce upon our folk tales; as a boy they always captivated my imagination. As I sit by the fire, writing my thoughts in this tattered old journal, I am reminded of an old Bosmeri folk tale about the origin of our race, passed down from our ancestors...

  Long ago, before the dawn of the first era, Red Man was sent by his village to find a new place for his people to live. He traveled to the great forest that would be called "Valenwood", and saw that it was a beautiful land inhabited by a great many animals. But among these animals was the predator Raging Wolf, who ruled the forest alongside of his own tribe, and so Red Man decided that if he was going to protect his people from Raging Wolf, he would need to learn how to evade the predator. He listened intently to the trees, as they could warn him of danger... but Red Man's ears were small and round, and so they could not hear what the trees said. He traveled deeper into the forest and met a small white Hare, whose fine fur coat stood out among the dark leaves and trees. Curious, Red Man approached the hare and spoke.

  "Why do you dress in white?" Asked Red Man, "You cannot hide from Raging Wolf this way."

  "I do not need to hide." Hare responded, "For the trees speak of his approach."

  "How can you hear them?" Red Man asked.

  "With my long ears." Hare explained, "They can hear many things in this place."

  Following Hare's advice, Red Man's ears became long and pointed as well. And he beheld the voices of the trees, as they guided him through the wilds and taught him how to live among the animals. When night fell and Raging Wolf prowled the forest in search of prey, Red Man followed the voice of the trees and took aim with his bow, then shot an arrow into Raging Wolf's heart. When the deed was done and Wolf was no more, Red Man returned to his village and told his people of the Hare's wise words, and their ears also became pointed. And in honor of Red Man's victory over his enemy, his people called him "Raging Wolf" and made him their champion. It was Raging Wolf who fathered King Eplear, the first monarch of Valenwood and the founder of the first era of Tamriel.

  According to my compatriots, this Bosmeri folk tale mirrors a similar story told by the white man of the north, wherein the mighty Ysgramor was nearly tricked into becoming an elf by a Daedric Prince in disguise. The implications are interesting... now I must sleep. For tomorrow we shall raid an Altmer settlement down south... and we will leave no survivors in our wake. My knives and tomahawks have been parched for far too long -- their thirst for blood must be sated!

  -End of excerpt-