I awoke this morning to find that my host had gone from the house. I hate farewells so it really didn't bother me. I left the house and went on my way towards Kvatch so that I might find the heir to the throne, bring him back and be done with this. I was betting on the guy being a snot-nosed brat.
When I was close to Kvatch, I ran across an abandoned farm. Shetcombe I believe it was called. I decided to check the farmhouse for supplies. Inside I found the first page of a diary by a man called Slythe. Apparently something had happened to Kvatch. According to Slythe, all of Cyrodiil was in danger. The wrath of a creature called the Sunken One had been evoked and now Kvatch was in ruins. Slythe and his ancestors had been worshippers of the Sunken One.
This Sunken one was obviously some Daedric Lord of some sort. I figured that with all the craziness involving Daedra, this was worth my time investigating. Seeing as how our enemy was Dagon and not this creature, it was possible that I could get some answers about what we could expect from this Slythe. The Creature's lair was nearby in a place called Sandstone Cavern. Luckily It was not out of my way and would not disturb my quest for the last Heir. That Brat could wait a tad bit longer. Sandstone cavern was an easier conquest than my previous adventure into Moss Rock Cavern. I found a few more pages of Slythe's journal scattered in a trail. At the end of that trail I did find Slythe, but he was dead, offering to the Sunken One in hand. The I saw it. The Sunken One Came down on me from above. I defended my self in the dark, slashing the creature with my weapon. After sometime everything was still; the beast was dead. I lit a torch and looked upon my enemy. It was no Daedric Lord at all. Only a stone Atronarch. I picked up the last of Slythe's journal. The page was written with dying hands. He believed that he had failed and that all of Cyrodiil was doomed. He had died in vain. No Slythe, you did not fail.
And that is a false God
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