Notes Upon the Oculatus- by a most gruesomely dispatched Spy
*[Many such notes as these have been extracted from the memo-sphere of the Bosmer spy recently identified as* Amrieroth Camorock *however these I found to be of particular concern to your department. Such as this cannot- will not- happen again. We are now in the process of interrogating the mer (what is left of him), by Ghost-Chorus approved techniques, and investigating how much intel he managed to carry to our enemies. His methods were acidulous and cunning. Currently we are issuing the orders to increase surveillance upon all concentrations of Boiche population, and to intensify all border-procedure at the Graht-line. A new training regimen will go into effect to abrogate Urth-Bone subversion by our foes’ S.ern servitors.* Glory to the Emperor. *-Cmmndr. Galba Talthorrin, Pa’ran-Oc.]*
Regarding the Oculatus-
*Frostfall 30th, 201-* *Day of Emperie*
In the crowd, in attendance at the speech, deliverd by the Prince Boethius, regarding the celebration for *Emperie* (and remembrance for the beginning of our 1st Punitive Excursion), I saw an armed force of the Oculatus- the “Inner Eye”- paraded like a military circus, in puissant regalia, abundant- the latest furnishments of Titus Medean’s military spending- how brazenly they breach the regulations of the Concordat!- & they were grim faced and silent, whilst yet the Legionnaires sang praises, in a bombastic *marsch*. This is a putrescent holiday- the facile display of might and plenty were underscord with a declaration of amnesty, whereby a number of prisoners- “forced unto petty crimes by the cruel conditions of our Time”- were releast along the River Niben. But I have concluded it was largely farcical- those men let free had been mostly vagrants payd or otherwise rounded up for use in the grand performance. Titus puts much upon keeping the public contented with his strength, yet even more so his magnanimity.
Now, the Oculatus- they were stolid, yet their presence was impressive. I singeld a few out particularly to have my phamiliars observe in their movements, as I had observd such an operation carried out, I am sure now, by the Emperor’s spectres in the forest but 5 nights ago by way of the tree-insects. I can tell in the way that they move, and in the brief glimpses of their eyes- something unmistakably dwells within the eyes that blaze, perhaps, with something immured in them by their training. I know that I cannot come close to one- not nearly yet- but when I have graspt their mode sufficiently, I maight attain a proximity with one under-cover, in a manner that would not betray me, in any public place. Thereupon, mine arts would serve me, and they none-the-wizer.
*Sun’s Dusk 2nd*
On this, the occasion of the heir-apparent’s birthday, the Oculatus was investigating rumours of a poisoning plot- having something to do with the recent drugging-incidents around the City. I found them in the sparse woods about Skingradia, searching for a cabin, supposedly harbouring the manufacturers- but the oddest occurrence befell: of an instant, with no discernable change in the immediate environ, they switcht into another tongue, yet unknown to me. It sounded vaguely Brettic, but not the standardized form. They did not continue their search much longer before leaving- equally curious, for I have not seen them easily relinquish a hunt in other instances. More amain.
*Sun’s Dusk 22*
I think we have severely underestimated the threat posed by the Penitus Oculatus, content here-to-fore in writing them off askant, as a poor substitute for the ancient Blades conjourd hastily by Mede I- as was his wish!- for they have surpasst all my expectations. Of that occurrence which I had recorded- & has occurrd thrice hence- I have uncoverd the mystery by acquiring scholarly copies of the *Mauvr ovn Cyrod* and an archaic *King Edward*- the Penitus Oculatus have been trained to speak- and even think!- in dialects of Old Cyrodilic and Middle Bretonic to defend intel from potential clairaudient listeners. As was projected, I was able, by aide of phamiliar-Falco, to target an agent incognito, and followd him at a brazen proximity into a Colovian winehouse. As I pretended to sample their grog, I endeavourd to probe the mind of that agent- which immediately began to resonate with words of ancient Niben-tribes in a tone of alarum, which so perturbed me that I fled, less discreetly than I should have. I rectified the error by retreating unto my Chorrol-by hideaway, with a wind-step that should preclude any tracking-art of un-sappt men. I shall lay low here, surveying the territory with mine art alone, until I may safely come out again.
The Mede Emperors have crosst the military-discipline of Colovia with the mystical spirituality of the East, to produce a fanatical warrior cult, devoted utterly to the line of rulers- as fierce as were the Red Templars, as cunning as the Blades. I must be cautious- only owls now- the owls I can trust.
*Evening Star 3rd*
They have caught on to my owls- they will no longer be of service- but I had been able to perceive them making multiple excursions into and around the border with my land. Coincidental- or do they now know that a Tree-Sap mer is haunting them? I have seen moths crowding the vicinity- creatures to which I singularly cannot communicate. The tree-bark hereabouts is becoming, likewise, unreasonable.
*Evening Star 5th*
They have found me. The brush of the hills bends as they approach and carries the awful whisper before becoming silent to me- abandoning me. I shall soon hear them like a sound of thunder at my door, for my heightend senses are no longer mine to control- they have infiltrated my presence as I tried to do theirs- I may feel them tuning the instruments of my perception even as I struggle to make the incantation to call for Dominion rescue- there is no response- the bosmilitia is too far away. This is my failure- I opend all the channels they needed- that they wanted me to open! My only option is to continue spore-transcribing in a hope these transmissions will escape notice beneath other sendings. Prayers- I shall send prayers to cover these- what else? AURI-EL PRESERVE- AURI-EL PRESERVE- AURI-EL PRESERVE- AURI-EL PRESERVE…
*Fr?tll ?*
I h- I do not kn.w how sucesscufll I was [Query: can you raed mae?- Response: i dnot konw, hvae you been pulbshied?]- ? having retreated into the minds . asesbmly of dust-mites that were on my bed, which --`having erratically- mssg. feels scrambled. [AURiel aurI-El Rielle unRielle- unreal UR-rielle]: splice/ Old Mary, dear; LONGEVITY/ EMPIRY/ MANKINDE evAeternal- *thou relics of an hesternal phase, go back to Aldmeris & melt, why dontcha?*- We’re done here, boys- let’s start squeezing the rest out of him.