The Diary of Jacos Farinas

[Jacos]

(( Hello, just a little RP diary here. Feel free to read along and make a comment. If you want to make an appearance, message me. ))
(( Also, most of these charaters are NOT Oblivion charaters. and in this version of Oblivion, the events are quite different! ))
(( Finally, it'll go into live things also, not only diary pages. It'll get alot more exciting too. Give it time. ))
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Jacos Farinas, the tall, fairly handsome male Imperial, whom was twenty-one years of age, sat at his desk, dipping his quill into a pot of black ink, and writing out a page in his diary.

Last Seed, 23, 3E433.

I write this with great sorrow, for my father, Bennis Farinas, has recently passed away, at an old age of 67. He died of an illness he came into contact with when he was bit by an old, diseased rat he found in his basement. I shall not forget him. I remember the hunting trip he brought me on, when I was seventeen, and we hunted deer. I still hunt deer now, selling the venison and other parts of the deer and occasional boar I chance upon at the market. I make an exellent hunter. My father was always proud of me. I'm sure he still would be.

I have begun writing this diary, and on a bad start. Hopefully, news shall become brighter in the next few days.

Angelina, my good female Altmer friend, visited me yesterday, in my house in the temple district. She brings such a pleasant suprise to my day when she visits. I remember when she brought me one of her fantastic pies. Maybe I should visit her more often.

Today has been fairly uneventful, other than my luck, managing to hunt over twenty deers after a long day hunting. A local forest seems to be full of deers, and it's fortunate that my employer will pay four septims for the venison I bring him. That, and, I chanced upon a sacred wayshrine. When I approached, I saw a group of priests praying there. Soon, being near the alter, I felt like I was humming from inside. I say down, said a little prayer, and I felt renewed. I saw a small bite a deer had given me close up. It was quite amazing. I should visit tomorrow too. Perhaps I will.

Jacos heard a knock at the door. He sighed, getting up. He stared out the window. Childeren ran through the streets, a man hid in the shadows, creeping back when he saw Jacos notice him, men walked around, their wives beside them, or without them. Women walked around the street, gossiping with other women - "I heard that man, what's his name? Ah yes, Terrias Molloni, was seen in bed with Perrin Quent's wife!" and other chit chat, which Jacos did not take that much interest in. He was a fairly social man, but did not care much for rumors. He also saw guards walking around the streets, with their iron armor and their longswords. He also noticed a wealthy looking man at his door.

Jacos walked towards the door, opening it up. "How may I help you?"

After a conversation, Jacos went back to his diary.

Well, well. it seems a wealthy merchant needs me to do a favor, and he's willing to pay fifty septims for me, which is two days wages!

He requires me to do a favor. According to him, whilst he was travelling in his caravan, a highwayman robbed him. He said "The highway man robbed me blind, and fled north. He'd killed my guard at a range with a bow, and taken all my goods. I beleive he fled to Bloody Razor, a camp of bandits. Unfortuantly, the guards have denied to do anything, due to 'Lack of evidence'!"

I think I'll go see Jonnis, my brother. He can help me. We've always shared tasks like this, and split the reward, 50-50. Except for time when he argued that 'I was the one that killed the troll! I was three quaters of the money!'. When I argued that the troll was already badly wounded, and that I had hurt it alot with my bow-and-arrows, he just grunted and accepted the 50-50 offer.
Ahh, the good day when I killed my first troll. Then again, it had been badly hurt by an adventurer it had killed before, and starved - it had not eaten much, apart from a few skinny adventurers. And ofcourse, a fat merchant. That's why I was hired to kill it by the merchants wealthy son - he claimed it was for 'revenge', but when I found out that he wanted a 'old family amulet', it was obvious he just wanted to sell some expensive jewlery his father had.

Well, the hour grows late, and I become weary. I now retire to my bed for the night.

-Jacos Farinas.

Jacos closed to book, but remained seated at his desk for a minute. He remembered how he had killed a troll. He remembered the good days of hunting with his father. But he knew they were over. And he remembered how he had to flee from his home, as a blood first gang of goblins attacked, murdering his mother. He frowned, and got up, going upstairs to his bedroom.

[Jacos]

Last Seed, 24, 3E433. It is late in the afternoon.

Jacos knotched an arrow into his wooden bow..

Our plan was that I'd pick them off, from a safe distance, proberly hiding, so they wouldn't see who was attacking.

He aimed at one man, a man with a nasty scar through his left eye, with an iron short sword sheathed.

Then, my brother would go in and attack them in the confusion that would follow.

Aiming at the head . . loosening his grip . . .

Hopefully, he'd take them by suprise after I'd taken one or two out.

Three bandits sat around the campfire, grinning and talking, some hunks of meat, proberly boar, was sizzling over the campfire on a spit.

We were lucky - there had been only three bandits. I could take most of them out if I was lucky.

Jacos let go, and the arrow flew at the man, hitting him in the chest, with a Thunk - The two other men looked at him in confusion.

The arrow hit him in between the eyes, killing him instantly.

And that was when Jacos felt a dagger against his throat.

Somebody put a dagger to my throat, behind me. So there was four people.

His brother rushed into the camp, holding back the two, expecting help from Jacos . .

One of their swords got a lucky blow, stabbing my brother in the chest - He collapsed.

Jacos stared in horror as his brothers body fell to the floor, blood coming out of his wound. Jonnis cried out in pain.

I realized then that help was needed, or I would proberly share the same fate.

And that was about the time when help arrived.

Angelina put her hand on the arm of the bandit with a dagger to Jacos' throat.

Angelina muttered a word, and fire came through her fingers, spreading across the bandits arm, to his head, and across his body, ending the bandit's life.

She spoke words of magic under her breath, and summoned fire, burning the bandit, and killing him.

I aimed my bow and another bandit, who had seen the fire, and was approaching. My aim was true, and it killed him.

Jacos just hit the bandit, in the chest, almost missing. The bandit fell to the floor, bleeding badly, holding his wound.

After killing the last bandit, we rushed over to Jonnis. Angelina placed a hand firmly on his, and said, quite loudly and clearly, one word.

"Heal"

"Heal".

Magicka flew through her fingers, to Jonnis' wound, magic threads stitching up the wound, duplicating his blood, and reducing the pain.

Magicka healed my brother, and he spasmed slightly as it quickly healed him fully. He looked very healthy, more healthy then he had before the heal, actully.

"That was a full heal. If I heal you anymore, you'll just a bag of skin held together by magic, try not to almost die for a while." Angelina said, grinning.

Angelina and I talked for a while. She told me that she was collecting herbs, when she heard a man shout out in pain. She rushed over here to find a man with a dagger pressed to my throat.

Jacos and Jonnis searched through the barrels and chests of goods, finding one full of things the merchant had described; "I only want my most expensive goods back, the cheaper goods would take too long to carry from there and back to here. I had a collection of steel daggers, steel shortswords, and even a few silver weapons. I need you to collect them."

After me and Jonnis found a chest with a collection of weapons. We emptied the weapons into a backpack, which was easy. Most of them were daggers, with a few shortswords, and one axe.
We also took the bandits weapons, as they had been using steel weapons, and one of them had a steel shortsword.

The group headed home to the Imperial City.

We headed to the Imperial City. We were payed a bonus for collecting all of them intact, without missing any. A ten septims bonus.
Angelina didn't ask for a share. And Jonnis didn't complain about our usual fifty-fifty sharing method.

Jacos headed home, and begun writing his diary.

-Jacos Farinas.

((Yeah yeah I'll write the in-game date soon.))

[DeepComet5581]

You know, there is a mod on TESNexus called Kyoma's Journal Mod that allows you to write your own Journal ingame.

I would put a transcript here, but the content is a bit... fresh. Also, the journal starts in the month Sun's Dusk rather than Last Seed.

I can't be bothered to create a new diary.

Enough about me...

This is good. I can't wait until the content develops more.

[Silver Wolf]

Here's the link : http://www.tesnexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=15294

Maybe you could write your diary ingame and then post screenshots here ... That would be awesome !

[Jacos]

((My word. I forgot about this.

Well, I guess now that I've remembered it, I can do more. (:p) ))

Last Seed, 25, 3E433.

Today was my fathers funeral. Tears were shed.
I placed a few flowers on his gravestone. Other people, relatives and friends also placed things upon it, including a a portrait of him, a charm, and other flowers and funeral plants.
His will was read out. His widow, my mother in law, (Whom I never liked that much), received his estate, my brother and I each received a half of his money, his magic bow, Shimmerstring, was given to me, and his sword, Blaezt, was given to my brother. His "Shimmerstring" is quite an extrodinary bow. Each arrow shot by it travels at an immense speed, but stops as soon as it hits flesh, burying itself inside the creature.

I'm more wealthy now, but that doesn't help me ignore the sorrow of loosing my father.
It's time to move on from hunting for a living. Quite frankly, I barely have enough money to pay my houses tax, even though it's fairly small. I've filled out a form to become a woodsman of the Imperial Leigon, and I'll begin training tomorrow. I'll be patrolling the wildernesses of the forests and roads near the imperial city. The job is fairly well paid, since there's apparently a lot of danger in it. Nevertheless, I take risks all the time. My hunting job is risky. I don't see why my new job will be different.

This new job should help me a lot. Taxes are rising because of another bloody war. Except this time, it's goblins. Bloody goblins! Who would of thought goblins would ever be able to orginize and actully make a sort of - army?!

It's madness, but apparently it's true. Why, earlier, when I was hunting in the morning, I was attacked by a bloody goblin. I managed to pick it off before it got to me. It had a few shiny pebbles with markings on it. It was proberly goblin currency, the savages.

- Jacos Farinas.