Found Near Left Hand Mine

Skaggi Scar-Face,

 

Rest your head softly upon the ore you have recently mined. Breathe effortlessly as the realm of dreams swiftly envelopes you, carrying you gently on the winds of its lucid visions. Cornelius G. Thundercock is here, and it is his ebony axe that has vanquished your foes.

 

‘Twas a murky crevice I entered at Kolskeggr, Skaggi. The soot and dust tightened around my lungs, coating my throat with its parching sickness. Aye, but I carried forth. Clenching my weapon in one hand and brandishing an ebony axe in the other, I marched into the mines with unfettered determination. Veins tunneling underneath the skin. Eyes reddened with rage. This day would be mine. The ravaging Forsworn scoundrels who took this mine would feel my rumbling, thunderous thrusts in their innards, spilling open their guts on the violated premises of a common working man’s den.

 

Bones shattered. Eyes bulged. Shrill cries of pain blended with skin-tingling pleasure bellows echoed through the chambers. A man, no – more than a man, towered above weakened husks sighing the final respite from their battered bodies. This towering beast, drenched in the sweat of his own physical prowess actualized in this cavern, grinned, licking the corners of his lips in unrestricted ecstasy. It was not the sweet roll-dusted and honey treated-dipped flesh of a fair maiden at some drunken street festival he tasted. No, it was the salty droplets of mixed blood speckled across his face.

 

Yours truly was that majestic slaughterer of Forsworn. Men, women, wee babes with full diapers on the brim of explosion – it mattered not. All succumbed to the skull-crushing splattering of a hero after a few extra coins for a spicy date the evening after. Mead cost money, and no lowlife guttersnipe would prevent his week’s pay. Yes. The thrill of a woman does strange things to a man, does it not, Skaggi?

 

At any rate, seeing as you’re a proper businessman with an eye for frugality, let no others know the cave is clear. Secretly pass me my coin and walk by unaware to my deeds for now. There is an abundance of tenderized meat that can be repackaged and sold in Kolskeggr. Roasted leg. Butt steak. Arm tendons for stews. And my favorite – boiled jowls.

 

Remember friend, when you see the wholesale death waged on these buffoons and the stench of fresh kill tickles your nose, I did this. A grand hero, a proper gentlemen and lord by the name of Cornelius G. Thundercock, touched down from the realms above and carried out your favor. Ordained by the Divines, there was a dragonborn that walked amongst you, and he was thirsty – thirsty for the beaming smile of a satisfactory reckoning. A job well done. A good deed that will go unpunished. 

 

Rest well this night friend,

Cornelius