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3E 427, Morrowind
It’s been…I don’t even know how long it’s been. Too long, too late. I’m so cold, so, so cold and I can’t get warm even sitting right next to a foyada. I’m so scared and I don’t know what to do. I had been hiding out in a Dwemer ruin, waiting out the ashstorm so I could find my brother again, and…and then they came, so fast, so strong, so fierce and terrifying…
I had been kept in a cage with the others. Living people, but…their eyes looked so dead, like… It was like being in the slave market at Tel Aruhn all over again, except we were hardly ever fed, and we were beaten if we didn’t submit to…
It makes me feel sick remembering it. The bites on my neck and shoulder still haven’t healed yet, and I’m so thirsty and scared and even more scared that I don’t feel hungry anymore, just so thirsty. I can’t even cry anymore, and I’m shaking and cold and just so scared, I don’t know what to do or where to go. I know I’ll have to find a cave or something come sunrise, but…
My hands are shaking so much, I can hardly write. I’m terrified to do anything. If I went to the Temple, I could be killed. If I went back to those… I’ll never go back. I can’t. Clan Berne, that’s all I know about them, but they said after the attack that if I turned, they would kill me. I can’t get help anywhere. I need someone to help, but I’m afraid that if I get too close to anyone, I’ll kill them and drain them dry and I won’t be able to stop it.
If anyone finds this, I won’t blame you for killing me. But if you know of how to cure me… I would be forever grateful for your help. Please help me.