Skyrim:Jiub

Skyrim: People
Jiub
(RefID: xx01401A)
(lore page)
Added by Dawnguard
Location Soul Cairn
Race Dunmer Gender Male
Level 4 Class Scout
RefID xx01401A BaseID xx0093A1
Other Information
Health 75 Magicka 60
Stamina 60
Primary Skills Destruction, Sneak
Class Details CombatScout
Morality No Crime Aggression Unaggressive
Faction(s) Prisoners Faction
Saint Jiub's Soul

Jiub is a Dunmer scout whose soul is trapped in the Soul Cairn. He prefers his long title, Saint Jiub the Eradicator of the Winged Menace, which he received after he eradicated Cliff Racers from Vvardenfell. He recognizes that he died in Kvatch at the start of the Oblivion Crisis, though he does not seem aware that he has been gone for more than two hundred years. He searches the Soul Cairn for the pages of his Opus, a book in a line of 26 volumes.

He wears a pair of ragged trousers and carries a steel dagger.

To find him, stand in the gap by the wall dividing Soul Cairn. Enter the side with the Boneyard and immediately head east. Follow the trail of soul pits until you come to a large soul pit with some loot and page 5 of Jiub's Opus. Jiub will be nearby, sitting at a campfire.

If pressed for information on how he came to be in the Soul Cairn, Jiub will reveal that he was soul trapped and killed by a Dremora during the siege of Kvatch.

Jiub may greet you by saying: "I'm still hard at work on the second volume of my epic." or "Come to visit this lost soul again?" or "Back to visit Jiub the Magnificent, eh?" or "I hope you've read the first volume of my epic by now." or "I miss my homeland, but I can't say that I miss all the noise!"

When exiting conversation with Jiub, he may say: "When you get back to Tamriel, let them know I still exist." or "Now, where was I..." or "Only thirty more pages and my next volume will be complete." or "If you think of any juicy details to add to my work, let me know!"

Related QuestsEdit

Quest-Related EventsEdit

When first approached and spoken to:

"Huh? What do you want?"
What exactly are you doing?
"How does anyone expect me to write my opus with all of these rude interruptions?"
Opus? What do you mean?
""What do I mean," indeed! If I hadn't lost all of the pages, I wouldn't be in this predicament and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Let's just start at the beginning…
"Very well. I suppose a moment or two of my time couldn't hurt. I am Jiub. Some call me Saint Jiub. Others call me Jiub the Eradicator. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
Nope, never heard of you.
"I can't say that I'm surprised by your answer. Until I get my second volume published, no one will ever know of my achievements."
You're talking about a book?
"A book? I'd hardly call a twenty-six volume epic simply a "book." Surely you've heard of "The Rise and Fall of Saint Jiub the Eradicator: Hero of Morrowind and Savior of the Dunmer.""
Maybe a shorter title is in order?
"Maybe you should leave the writing to an expert and stop making foolish suggestions."
How is your work going so far?
"Terrible, simply terrible. I was in the midst of writing the second volume and they just threw me into this prison. It's unfair!"
Who threw you in here?
"That damn dremora and his minions. They didn't even give me a chance to explain who I was."
Prison? You mean the Soul Cairn?
"Soul what? What in the name of Vivec are you talking about? All I remember is that damned dremora and his minions bursting into my home and sending me to their prison."
You must be crazy.
"Hmph. I tell you what's crazy. How about sitting in your home, minding your own business and then suddenly getting attacked by a dremora and his cronies."
A dremora captured you?
"Well, I assume so. It cast a spell at me from some kind of strange black crystal. Next thing I knew, I arrived here."
Your soul was trapped.
"My what? Wait. That means…"
You're dead.
"No… All these wasted months, or has it been years? I don't even remember how much time has passed. Now my work will never see the light of day. My name will be forgotten."
Could I help?
"Perhaps. Do you have a way out of here?"
I do, but you can't leave that way.
"Maybe I can't leave, but my writings can. In order to write the second volume of my opus, I need the notes from my first volume. Otherwise I need to do all of this from memory."
How many pages did you lose?
"When I was tossed in here I felt myself falling… and I dropped the pages I had been holding. There were ten of them in all. Find them for me, please, I beg you!"

Jiub can then be asked questions about his former life:

How did you earn your nicknames?
"Ah, yes. Saint Jiub, Jiub the Eradicator, Jiub the Magnificent… I've earned a lot of titles thanks to my campaign against the Winged Menace."
Winged Menace?
"Yes. I'm speaking of the Cliff Racer of course. Wretched things. They use to criss-cross the skies over Morrowind like vermin. Nasty flying creatures with a habit of sneaking up on the unwary."
What was your campaign against them?
"After I was freed from prison, I decided to turn my life around. Give something to the people of Morrowind. It became quickly apparent that the best way I could help would be by wiping out the cliff racers."
Were you successful?
"Indeed I was. I hunted down and killed every last one of them. Took years. The people of Morrowind were so grateful to have the roads safer again, they took to calling me "Saint Jiub" and then the other names followed."

On the topic of why he was sent to prison:

You said you were in prison?
"That was a dark time in my life. I did a lot of things I ended up regretting. Maybe that's why I worked so hard to redeem myself once I was freed."
What did you do?
"I murdered others for money. And before you think I belonged to some romantic or secretive guild, think again. I was simply an addict who needed money for skooma. The stuff wasn't cheap, and murder always seemed to be in demand."
How'd you get caught?
"I finally bit off more than I could chew. I was paid to assassinate some high-ranking official from House Redoran. What I didn't know is someone had hired the Morag Tong to kill him as well."
Rival assassin?
"Exactly. He got to my target first and called the guard to cover his tracks. By the time I got there, the place was on alert. Walked right into a trap, and didn't even realize it until I was captured."
So what ended up happening to you?
"They tried me for murder, threw me on a prison ship and sent me to the jail in Vivec City. Gave me a lot of time to think, that's for sure."

He can be asked about the dremora and the Oblivion Crisis:

Why would a dremora attack you?
"Well, that's a ridiculous question. Everyone traveling through here has said that the Oblivion Gates have been opening all over Tamriel."
That was… a bit before my time.
"Has it been that long? Oh my. Well, it started with the followers of Mehrunes Dagon having Emperor Uriel Septim VII assassinated. Without a Septim on the throne of the Empire, Dagon was able to leave Oblivion through the gates and attack."
Why was Dagon able to do this?
"All I heard is that without a Septim sitting on the throne of the Empire, the Dragonfires in a place called the Temple of the One were no longer lit. This meant that we were vulnerable to the forces of Oblivion."
What ended up happening?
"Well, I don't know. Everything seemed fine until that dremora attacked me. I only heard later about the gates from the other souls. I can only assume the gates have been closed by now."
Where were you captured?
"I had just moved from my ancestral home in Morrowind to the continent of Cyrodiil. I settled in the city of Kvatch to write my memoirs and to find some peace and quiet."
Is that where you were attacked?
"Indeed! One moment I was writing diligently, and the next, my door bursts open. It was a cadre of dremora. The city was under attack. I took it upon myself to join the cause and fight the dremora, thinking this would simply be another feather in my cap."
Didn't work out that way I assume.
"The reason I'm standing in front of you as only a whisper of my former self should tell you that. I never knew what became of Kvatch. I wonder if they were triumphant without me."

If you refuse his plea for help:

I don't have time for this.
"And you think I do? Humph."

If left whilst he's still talking:

"Good riddance."

During the quest, when approached before five pages are found:

"Any luck finding my pages yet?"
"Still over half the pages are missing. Keep trying."

Once at least five pages have been found:

"Half the pages, eh? You're getting there."
"That's over half of the pages found. Keep it up!"

Once all ten pages have been found and brought to Jiub:

"You did it! You have all of my pages!"
Here's all of the pages.
"Finally! I never thought I'd see these again. These pages meant the world to me. Thank you!"
So now what?
"Now, volume two begins! What else?"
I'll be off then.
"Oh, wait a moment. Here, I want you to have these before you go. A pristine copy of my first volume. Only one in print, actually. And take this as well. Seeing as Saint Jiub has ascended to pure spiritual form, I won't need it any longer."

Post-quest:

What will you do now?
"Now that the first volume's complete, there's not much left to do but begin work on the second. There are plenty of other adventures I've had over the years, but you'll just have to read my next work to find out."
I don't suppose there's a way to free you.
"Considering the state I'm in, I'd say that option vanished a long time ago. Besides this isn't so bad when you think about it."
How so?
"This is the most peace and quiet I've had in a lifetime. There's no one around to disturb me and distract me from my writing. Present company excepted of course."

DialogueEdit

  • "Now what was it I said to that prisoner? 'Stand up, there you go. You were dreaming...' Yes, that was it."
  • "Did I start with my ride on the prison ship, or was it before that?"
  • "Was it 'Between forces of good and evil.'? No, no...that's not it..."
  • "Was it 'Having the adoration of thousands...' No, wait. I could make it 'the adoration of tens of thousands.'"
  • "I wonder how many copies I'll sell? Hundreds? Thousands? I'll hire the finest bookbinder I can find."
  • "'And without any regard for my safety, I fearlessly charged the enemy!' No, much too dramatic..."
  • "When I rewrite those pages...they'll see what they missed."
  • "Damn it. How could I be so foolish."
  • "'Savior of Morrowind.' Hm, that's good but it sounds too narrow of scope..."
  • "I can't believe I lost those pages."
  • "Hm, Did I call it 'The Great Hunt' or was it just 'The Hunt?' Bah, I can't remember!"
  • "I miss my homeland, but I can't say that I miss all the noise!"

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