First things first... Hi.
Now that that is over with, onto the story!
Oh yeah this has blood you dont read if you dont like.
“Sanity is but a figment of your imagination”
I was once a great hero. Known throughout Vvardenfell as the Nerevarine, I defeated Dagoth Ur and brought peace to Morrowind.
I traveled to Solstheim and defeated the Hunter and his wolves, thus stopping my own progression into madness due to Lycanthropy. I even destroyed the false-god Almalexia. Though I survived all that, there is only one thing I could not stop, my own insanity.
I do not know why I write this, maybe it is because I want the world to know that I am not a monster, perhaps it helps keep me sane.
I began to write these records after the first week of the infection, I wrote them during the day as I, unfortunately, have insomnia. An odd side effect of porphyric hemophilia that I suspect the gods had a hand in.
I leave these in the possession of my closest friend. I hope that he does what he feels necessary.
Well you like? I have more but I wont put it up untill it is finished(The chapter I mean, not the whole thing.).
P.S. This is my first FF so go easy on me.
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The Sun and Moon transform day to night, but what transforms the mind? The best techniques are passed on by the survivors.
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