Torn pages

Original media : TES Online By Anonymous My colleague, Aban, pressed his hands blue against its walls. He searched weeks for a hidden compartment, a loose stone; any way in. He found none. I would kill for a way into Hel Ra Citadel, but they say no one has entered it in many lifetimes—that the entrance is barred and shielded by magical means. I go now for the simple honor to do the same as Aban. Visiting such a storied landmark left by our ancestors will stir my soul, I'm sure. [...] Trying to leave this alcove means death by beheading. Staying means death by whatever beast makes this place home. Why this, why now? I swear I will haunt this place if I die here not knowing. I've some arrows yet remaining. Perhaps it's time for Jenedusil's final stand. Yes, I think that's what I'll call this. [...] The fiends who plague us may well have dropped from the sky. They came upon us midday, with the sun casting naught a single shadow. I have no idea how. They move like men, kill like men, but don't speak. Can't be reasoned with. We don't presently hear them, nor see them. But they're there. They slayed scores of us in an instant, in a hail of arrows, and fire, and blades. The others fear to move. If those things don't kill us out on this bridge, the sun will. All you who read this, for I wish someone had told me: turn back. Turn and flee as fast as you can. Nothing good will come of approaching the Citadel.