WARNING: This article contains Oblivion spoilers.

Wednesday, April 5

About midday I arrived at the fabled Inn of Ill Omen, only to discover that there isn't anything ill or ominous about it. It's a large run down shack in the middle of the woods, a place for weary travelers to stop and get a hot meal, some ale, and most importantly, a bed. Can't say that I'm enamored with it, but I'm not here to decorate. Somewhere in this termite-infested hell hole there's an old man by the name of Rufio, and in order to become a member of the Dark Brotherhood I must kill him.

As I expected, the inn's interior was just as unsavory as its exterior. Just some tables, a few sacks, and some wooden drums that probably contain some sort of alcohol. Ah yes, and then there's the innkeeper, a portly fellow with a stupid grin on his face. Said something to me about the name of this roach motel, how, while it's not exactly the most inviting of names, he decided to keep it because he just likes the sound of it. Well har dee har har you fat bastard!

He informed me that Rufio was downstairs, and that's where I went. Thankfully, he didn't say anything about where I was going, though I wasn't too worried that he would, and if he did, well...he wouldn't live to regret it, that's for damn sure.

Update: Well that was the easiest damn murder that I have ever committed. Found the old codger asleep like a baby and I just ran him through with the dagger. All it took was a single shot, and there wasn't a lot of blood splatter, though I'm sure it's all soaking into the sheets.

A few seconds after killing Rufio I was visited by Lucien Lachance, who again appeared out of nowhere. Congratulated me on becoming a member of the Dark Brotherhood and invited me to their secret lair, which I suppose I'll visit seeing as how I went to all this trouble.

I thanked Lachance and asked him about some of the rumors floating about. He didn't offer up much info, and a soon as I bid him farewell he disappeared.

Update: You know that phrase, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life?" Sucks, doesn't it? Anyway, I've officially decided to become a serial killer. Thoughts of just going on a murderous rampage seeped into my brain after slaughtering that guard back at Bruma, and ever since then I've had no remorse after snuffing someone out, not the jerks that I caught attacking my horse, not Rufio...I just don't care. Throw all caution to the wind! Just let it all hang out! My blades are sharp, my arrows are strong. I just need some soft flesh to puncture...the type that's upstairs manning the front desk.

I killed the innkeeper. Just walked right up to him and fired an arrow into his face. He didn't like that, of course, and tried to put up a fight. I kept it interesting by quickly exiting the inn so I could better use my surroundings, and after a few arrows he was down for the count. But his death drew the ire of some ugly woman and I killed her too. Two for the proverbial price of one. I took off her clothes, and then I left them in the dirt.

Thursday, April 6

Those Oblivion gates are everywhere and they're starting to really piss me off. Stumbled upon another one today and decided to enter it. Was met with very familiar territory, what with the lava, the jagged rocks, the fleshy pods, the scamps, and the blah, blah, blah. However, this particular place contained a few new surprises, the most notable being these small towers that shoot fire balls and these strange plants called Spiddel Sticks that release a gas that slows me down.

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