Survival Log for the world I have ended up in. For the record my Earth name is Ellery Kingston. My ID number is 888-3 for all Expeditionary Forces of Earth. As of July 18 of 2096 I have successfully entered a new world. As per the rules of the EFE I am writing daily logs based on my experiences and observations in this new world. With the introduction to my logs done I shall start.
Survival Log Day Thirty Nine to Sixty One
"Sir Ellery? If you do not awaken from your time blur within the next five seconds I shall 'taze' you in order to force lucidity."
The words I woke up to right before I got tazed. I heard laughter around me as I sat up while thinking about lowering the power of Alfred's individual electrocution runes. My mind automatically hit me with what I'd done over the past seven days, which wasn't much. I'd holed up in the Arcanaeum and read through every book I'd pulled for myself. After reading the books I singlemindedly worked on a ritual to seize a soul and 'disassemble' it into its base composition. I could then use multiple different soul magics to grab what I wanted and fuse it to my soul.
I did have some worries about Akatosh approving of such a thing, but with him being the god of immortality and maybe static change he might be okay with me manually changing my soul to be pseudo-Dragonborn, and thus more than mortal.
I'd also come up with a relatively safe way to tether my soul to the mortal plain, thus giving my already immortal and immaterial soul access to the mortal and material world. If I went with this method I'd be closer to the dragons version of immortality than simply adding Dragonborn soul stuff to myself.
I'd need to do a lot of testing but that would be pretty easy with dragon mounds all over Skyrim and an actual Dragonborn soul somewhere near Solitude in the form of a psycho necromantic bitch.
With my soul studies done I began my work on enchanting. I'd gotten pretty good at it with the bots as my mind in time blur seemed to etch everything I learned into my memory. As there were multiple copies of enchanting books I wouldn't impede anyone when I took some like I'd done with the soul magic books. I'd even gotten some hidden enchanting books as thanks from Urag for me making him an Alfred. I'd even given it tusks and a rougher voice and named it Mork.
I entered another time blur with the much larger enchanting book stacks. I didn't get woken up till day 51 by Alfred and found I was practically being studied by multiple masters and students. It was a bit annoying as they slowed me down from putting books away but a few threats from Urag ran them all off, including Arch-Mage Aren, which was quite funny seeing the most powerful mage here scrambling away as the orc glared at him.
I got a telling off by master Mirabelle for purposefully causing time blur but she put it to the side when I showed her my massive results from extreme study.
My voice by now had long since recovered from my use of the Thu'um so I went to the roof to work on the next word. This time I had a bit of a plan to help with my meditation. I had successfully used FUS, so the next part of unrelenting force was RO. RO was balance. Physically I could easily practice balance. A few magics on a mechanical arm and I could stand on a pole in the air that moved and shifted randomly. Training my own physical balance would assist in training my mental balance. Once I trained those two I could then move on to understanding balance. I kept my mind active for one day while training my balance and entered time blur for the next.
My body was kept on top shape but the constant pressure on my mind began to build up. The exact situation I'd wanted to force myself into. I'd probably gotten a hundred concussions by now but Magic nullified the damage and effects with my advanced healing and soul magic. The wind had been a large proponent of my falls as it almost seemed to wrap around me. Weird stuff, magic and gods.
On day sixty one I finally began my meditation to understand balance. My mind and body were balanced by my training so I felt somewhat comfortable in my meditation on top of a small tower I'd built in the form of the Eiffel Tower on the roof. I was incredibly high up in the sky as I stood on one foot and balanced. As I slowly spun a long wooden staff above my head I went over everything I could think of about balance.
After multiple days of meditation on the top of my tower I finally spoke and something heard.
RO
The world stilled. The wind stopped. My body no longer moved to adjust to internal and external change. I couldn't even move my staff. Then, all of a sudden, the world went back to normal and I nearly fell. I hadn't truly succeeded in using RO but I had used balance in some way. After that I settled down to continue.
Thus concludes my day thirty nine to sixty one survival log for this world.
Day Thirty Nine to Sixty One Survival Log COMPLETE
Note for future EFE explorers: If something you're using has even the smallest chance of causing time blur, find some way to make yourself aware of it or something to stop the use of what is causing the time blur. This warning will be in all 'The Time Blur' logs.
Note for EFE explorers: Don't be stupid. These logs contain my accomplishments and failures. What I did in this log by balancing on an exceedingly high tower was stupid and foolish. I knowingly threatened my life in pursuit of power, which is secondary to our mission of exploring the world we enter and attempting to link back to earth. Being a bit dumb is okay as long as it doesn't threaten your life.