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Well, Journal, remember last time, when I had a gut feeling that writing “it could be worse” was a mistake? Well, just a few hours later, I found out just how wise my gut is. I probably shouldn’t...

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Hello, Journal. Steve again. I’m beginning to think you’re my only friend. You understand me, at least. Not like these others. These others are mean to me. They do not appreciate me. But that may...

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Whiterun. Sithis, I’m still only in Whiterun. Every time, I think I’m going to wake up back in Elswyr. I had said before that the magic map was asking me if I wished to “Fast Travel” to Bleak Fal...

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Dear Journal, It’s Steve again. This time I’m writing to you from the side of a mountain, separated from my horse. Allow me to explain how this happened. I spent a few hours updating my journal s...

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Dear Journal. Hi. Steve the Khajiit here. As if it would ever be anyone else, right? But anyway, so as I was saying in the last entry, I had entered a clearing in an effort to avoid some highway ...

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Hey there, Journal, how’s it going? Steve the Khajiit here. Just woke up from a much-needed nap, and I’m now prepared to tell you what happened when I followed the soldiers to Riverwood (after on...

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Okay, journal, I have a lot to catch you up on since I last wrote. It’s been a while, and a lot has happened; I just haven’t had the chance to stop and write about it, I’ve been so busy. Last ti...

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Greetings, trusty Journal. Steve the Khajiit here once again. When last I’d written, I was about to escape from the dank and smelly dungeon underneath Dragonsreach in Whiterun, after foolishly su...

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This will be my final journal entry from prison, as I think I heard the guard starting to doze off briefly, so I’ll need to use the opportunity to break out of here, possibly. In the meantime, I ...

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Hi there, Journal, Steve the Khajiit again, writing to you live from Whiterun prison! So last time I said I would explain how I wound up in this predicament. And I promise that by the end of this...

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Hello, Journal. It is I, Steve the Khajiit, and you’ll never guess where I’m writing you from. Unless you guessed “a prison cell,” in which case you are correct. The guards have confiscated all o...

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[Continued from the previous journal entry of the same name but without the (2)] As soon as I entered Alvor’s cozy cottage, he shouted, “Sigrid! We have company!” He was a scruffy-looking man who...

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Hello, trusty journal. I believe when I last left off, I was ruining my armored trousers as a dragon flew over our heads outside of the cave connected to the smoldering remains of Helgen. Fortuna...

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Hello, Journal. Steve the Khajiit again. I’m still recovering from my first day in Skyrim, so my account of that day is broken up by many naps and snacks, my apologies. So, where was I? Ah, yes. ...

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Once safely inside, Hadvar made the uneducated guess that we were the only ones who made it. I had no idea why he’d think this, but I didn’t argue, since he was the only one who could cut me loos...

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Greetings again. Steve here. I have decided not to address my journal as “Journal” each entry, as it can get tiresome and repetitious. Not that I couldn’t use some mundanity to my life as of late...

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Dear Journal - Steve here. Sorry for ending on such an abrupt note last time. I had to chase a firefly and then clean myself before continuing. So, when I told the guard with the clipboard that ...

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Dearest Journal- Today was a bit… odd. So I thought it best if I start keeping track of events, so that I can look back and remind myself I wasn’t just imagining them. At least, I don’t think I a...

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