Survival Log for this unknown world I have ended up in. For the record my Earth name is Ellery Kingston. My ID number is 888-3 for all Expeditionary Forces of Earth. As of July 18 of 2096 I have successfully entered a new world. As per the rules of the EFE I am writing daily logs based on my experiences and observations in this new world. With the introduction to my logs done I shall start.
Survival Log Day Three
After a good rest I packed my stuff and went to the keep to find Calcelmo for my job. A few minutes after finding him I met the mercenaries I'd be working with. The group consisted of two bowmen, a large man with heavy armor and an axe. The twelve others had swords and shields or spears. I spoke with them some and set up a basic rotation for when the excavators would be working.
I designated an area to store Dwemer items and to search for attempted smuggling. In between working with my new 'underlings' I continued to read the books I had. I'd gotten a better understanding of the written language last night and continued to translate. As the hours past I studied what I had and continued to get the familiar feeling I'd gotten from hearing the nirnroot.
While studying I found something that got rid of the familiar feeling. A passage noted that the language of the dragons was mostly untranslated and unknown. The only users of this language being a group called the Greybeards and natural born speakers called dovahkiin. That was when everything clicked. I was in the world of Elder Scrolls. I was currently in Skyrim, the only game of the elder scrolls series I'd played.
After the civil war and the data wars, massive amounts of knowledge and internet data was annihilated. The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim had been one of the few games to fully survive the wars. My father had played the game in his youth and had insisted that I play it at least once. During and after the second data war, much better games had been created, but despite that I had still played it a bit.
The familiar feeling I got from the nirnroot was because the sound of the plant had been buried in my mind. While writing this log I am also writing down everything I can remember about the game. A few hours passed as I wrote stuff down and eventually I had to let people out for lunch.
Everyone, including the mercenaries in the excavations, had to be searched. Only two of the excavators had attempted to take anything and I excused them as the information I got from Calcelmo told me they were both quite poor. I'd already gotten my pay to the day so I sent them off with the other excavators to get a meal with some gold I provided.
I locked the door to the excavations and left a guard posted at it. I walked the city a bit, near the keep, and bought a small meal. After eating I went back to the site and opened it back up to the workers and mercs. I resumed my studies after sending a menial to request some basic magic books from the keep library. I have to note that most people here are birds, a race of man. Calcelmo is an Altmer or high elf. There exists multiple other races of man and mer, that is human an humanoid species. Met for some reason doesn't encompass all humanoid races such as the cat people called Khajiit.
When the young man returns to me with some books I pay him a few gold and get back to studying. I quickly learn how to 'use' the magicka, the equivalent of magical energies such as mana. The use of magicka is strange. Describing the feeling leaves me to simply attempt futile words. With the many words available to me I still cannot accurately convey what the feeling is.
After a few more hours of study and magic practice I finally attempt actual magic. The safest was a simple mage light as fire could obviously burn something and healing would require me to hurt myself. I begin by 'channeling' my magicka to do what I will it to do, in this case create a ball of harmless light above my hand. My first 10 tries do absolutely nothing. I read through some of the basics again and continue my attempts. My 23rd attempt grants me a small globe of shiny light that flickers multiple times as I hold it.
I refine my 'technique' over the next few hours till my mage light is bright and stable. It follows my will and does whatever I want. I leave the ball of light over my head as I move on to fire. It's the easiest of magics to do besides mage light as it's just creating fire. My fifth attempt at fire conjures a small candle flame above my palm. On my 16th cast I can use the flames like a flamethrower.
I then move on to healing. I will my flame to hurt me and give my hand a small burn. I channel my magicka and will it to heal the burn. The healing immediately takes much more than the previous spells and begins slowly healing the burn till fresh skin is left behind as the burnt skin peals off. I continue with increasing burns and cuts till it takes to long to heal.
My minor healing can heal any minor wounds and significantly slow bleeding of major wounds and slowly heal major burns over time. By the end of my heal testing I'm left with two long cut scars on my left arm and a large patch of fresh skin on the back of my hand. The healing even had an anesthetic effect if cast with enough power so the pain didn't bother me any.
I sent for the previous menial to return the books and bring me a few more magics books of destruction and restoration. As the sun descends I study and practice my magic and my new spells. Frost and sparks aren't much different to flames and lesser ward while draining is easy. I learn fast healing after an hour of attempting it and learn turn undead. Without any undead to test on however my turn undead spell goes unpracticed.
I also attempt lightning bolt and have a modicum of success as it is a more powerful and concentrated version of sparks. The other two elements prove more difficult as the firebolt explodes in my hands and the ice spike loses power and shatters against the ground. I even found oakflesh and detect life in the back of one book, but I only succeed once with detect life and it took a large amount of power.
As we prepare to lock up the excavation site for the night a few workers bring over a set of Dwemer armor. Every piece is heavily damaged with what looks like a dwarven ballista bolt stuck through the chest. None of us could tell why it was in such bad shape besides being under ruins with a chunk of metal through the chest. After locking the site and checking with tonight's guard I take the armor to Calcelmo.
I set the armor on a table behind the mer after I find him which draws his attention. He turns to find me arranging the armor in the table for him to look at. He walks over and starts looking over the armor with an expert eye. With a wave of his hand the scrapped bolt is pulled from the chestplate and her sets it to the side. He takes the helmet and a gauntlet from the armor and speaks. "Most of this armor is scrap. These pieces are in decent condition so I'll take them. If you want you can have the metal reforged and get yourself some proper armor. I know I don't pay you enough for the amount of paperwork and problems you solve so take that as a bit of a bonus. Now, go. Go, I need to clean these up."
I just nod at him and take the trashed armor. I toss it with the rest of the gathered stuff in the excavation sites storage. Only Calcelmo and I can open the door and the guard for the site can see the storage door. As I paid for a room at the closet inn I was already planning to have my own custom heavy Dwemer metal armor made with the two ebony ingots I bought reinforcing the chestplate. The black and gold design would also look incredible. I finished my night by writing this log while eating a good dinner of beef soup and vegetables with some fresh bread.
Thus concludes my day three survival log for this world.
Day Three Survival Log COMPLETE