<The notes are hastily scrawled between runic formulas and esoteric numerals.>

The Mages Guild seminar on magical resonance provided a greater bounty than I could have imagined. That boorish Telenger let slip that the guild is in possession of a number of resonance discs still humming with potent magicka.

I must find a way to procure one of these discs for my personal use.

<A number of crudely drawn guildhall floor plans, along with what appears to be a doodle of the author themselves.>

With a resonance disc now secured, I can make preparations for my foray into controlling the unbound power of the elements. I will make camp in Willow Grove. A trusted colleague assured me the locale possesses a wellspring of natural energies.

<A ritual incantation is spelled out with multiple words of power scratched out and rewritten with different spellings.>

Blast! Blast! And double blast!

Damn the fool that pointed me to Willow Grove! It seems the source of magical energy was not the land itself, but a powerful atronach laying dormant nearby.

The moment I began my ritual, the resonance disc attuned to that blasted hulking heap of sentient iron.

Not only that, but the pull of our opposing magicka shattered the disc into pieces!

I'll need to collect the shards and pay an adventurer to deal with the atronach. The disc is useless to me until its link to that elemental beast is severed.

<The notes end with a series of Bosmeri curse words.>