Oblivion:Corelian's diary

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Corelian's diary

by Corelian

The diary of a mad lich

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Entry 650

That was Excruciating [sic]. Passing's [sic] one [sic] soul through a phylactery is definitely unpleasant. But the pain is now a distant memory, as were most of the other basic mortal needs and senses. I am so much more now, so POWERFUL. The fools that believe themselves powerful have no idea the magnitude of the spells I can now use.

Destruction being as natural for me as breathing was back then, I will focus on unravelling [sic] the mysteries of Illusion and Alteration. An eternity of power awaits me, Mundus will be mine for the taking.

Entry 900

I have never felt better. Felt? Maybe the term is wrong for a being such as myself. Maybe I should find new words to better describe my state of existence. I wonder how the Divines think about themselves, they are the closest thing to me after all.

I am having trouble finding enough test subjects for my different spells and apparently the authorities have been warned something is going on. Time for me to move to another place.

Entry 1200

Beldaburo is our new base of operation. Our genius shone again while travelling [sic] there. Why bother ourselves with kidnapping people? On the road I found several apprentices that dabble in the [sic] necromancy and that dream to reach the same state I am, one day. No, no, we won't allow it, of course not. But they are so useful and… eager. I sometimes wonder if I was as naïve when I was… I can't remember what I was, how weird.

But then again, we know so many things now, it is expected to forget minor things.

Entry 1300

Something is wrong. I feel our, MY, mind drifting. One of my dear minions dared question me today after we spent a few hours looking toward the phylactery. Their skeleton isn’t so talkative anymore, are they?

Though I do wonder. I have been losing track of my thoughts lately. Then again, we have the mind of a Divine, is it not normal for mere mortals to wonder at our concentration?

Entry 1500

This is bad. I must focus to remind myself of my name. Of what I am. I left Beldaburo to look for another Lich. The one I found was raving mad! Is it inevitable? I disposed of the poor thing, granting them a swift rest.

We must, I MUST find something. Eternity being crazy wasn't my plan and we will find a way to restore my sanity.

Entry 1550

There is no cure There is no cure. There is no cure.

Think, I must think. Magic is now my friendly pet. There must be something, something that can be done. I will research other forms of lichdom. Other ways to STAY MYSELF.

Entry 1650

I’ve found a… solution. Lichdom isn't the answer. Parting from one’s soul has definitive side effects. So we found it. An idea.

The small minds of the Order of the Hour will probably know how to break the rules of their Patron. I will raid their precious Enclave they think is hidden and find how to open a portal to the past.

Entry 1700

I have found something. They kept an Elder Scrolls [sic] in their basement. Reading it was difficult even for someone such as us. We will go back through Time and prevent myself from becoming mad. Other forms of ascension are possible. I’m certain of it. We will be eternal.