Male Even toned Voice (generic voice)

Like hounds they come hunting a wounded cat eh? And they have the audacity to send a paid thug for me instead. Your body will be the reply. [ANGER]

A charitable soul still exists within this miserable realm, a miracle directly from the gods. Many of these plague bearers were familiar to the city.

But with the slightest hint of disease, they were expelled from the cities and forced to make homes in the wilderness.

But onto our needs, we're lacking in potions of vitality that can snare the progress of this affliction. So I beg of you, return us these remedies.

Magnificent, the souls up here were getting desperate, making plans to sneak into the cities and claim them personally.

But in time we won't need to resort to petty thievery, with our growing numbers, those states will listen to our demands lest they be at our fury. [FRUSTRATION]

Yes, alas I would like to think so, I merely coordinate these poor souls.

Whatever gives us the motivation to limp onwards is the one who fathers us all, but what is this of to a stranger?

I see, only a matter of time till they would send someone to come scooping around. Don't worry, no blood is involved, yet.

I bring medicine for the plagued here, you probably overheard our conversation? You know nothing in this world comes free.

This medicine is too expensive to pay for out of my own pocket, so I need any compensation I can get.

No sadly, just something that delays the inevitable. It gives them peace of mind, and the placebo is more than enough to keep them coming back.

If you don't want to see any more dead on your roads, then it'd be best to forget that I'm here, and tell Evermore that all is well.

Thanks, I hope the priests of Daggerfall concoct some sort of cure soon, these poor sods only have so much gold, same with my patience...

The city of Evermore won't accept me back into their oh-so-perfect city while I look like this. And I'd rather die than being both plagued AND poor.

You selfish bastads have damned this entire village to an early grave, maybe I can delay the news by silencing their messenger. [ANGER, WANTS TO KILL YOU]

These remedies aren't cheap deer, if I don't see that gold in a week, we'll have trouble. Do you know the hassle I have to go through to get this? [PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE]

I'll let it slide this time, you won't be so lucky when you come begging again. I'll assure you of that.

Well, although there's a matter regarding a potential discovery of lost jewels once adorned by Mados himself.

The missionary picked up on it while performing his alteration exercises, believing it to be within Grey belmor.

No worries, there are many scouts who'll jump at the chance.

And gold you shall receive, but that's if you do manage to ascertain it, that scarred field and the ruins itself are still cursed.

Blessings of the divine upon you for your deed, and some gold to go along with it.

Yes I've heard as much, yet another pay out for such an eager and helpful lad like yourself. And also a bonus for not getting my squire killed.

An advisor from the Divide has appointed a meeting with Mortifayne, I will be attending too, and I would like you to accompany me.

Excellent, the man seems to be a tad shorter than his grandfather, but still boasts his impressive build. Have some gold for your efforts friend.

Great, you'll soon become a trusted friend of the Priest Circle at this rate.

The matter is urgent..... I will have to seek another, maybe from the guard, although they're not on good terms with the people of The Cistern.

The lord in all his "wisdom" thinks it's best to terminate ties with the few remaining allies in this region. He never used to be this bitter.

And I'm not sure what caused his turning, what with the death of his wife or the stress of running such a dreadful town.

Not so loud you fool, don't give him a reason to have both our heads. But the speaking of Evermore has reminded me of something very important. [FEAR, WHISPER BUT STILL AUDIBLE]

Whispers from crows have told us about one of Mados's descendants, who now calls a small hamlet called Tebandra home.

Normal Bretons can wield Mados's armor, but none are able to incite the runes placed within them to harness the potential.

The same potential that Mados made use of when stemming the orsimer incursion, and where he pulled that miracle at Grey Belmor.

Some have also said the Armor carries the will of Mara within it too, although I question the integrity of those claims.

Please mortifayne, consider what you're saying. [BEGGING]

Yes, I am sorry, my lord.

They're the beings who wrought that wretched winged terror into our realm, they're being used as conduits for Namira's malice.

They also turn man to beasts through their horrific rituals, I've been dreading the day they used their power to summon entities of that scale.

I must also ask you something, please refrain from sharing the information you're about to hear with anyone else.

Yes and I fear we may be correct, we've had our suspicions that the mistress of decay was running amok amongst the savages.

Just looking at the hagraven's gives away Namira's influence within that tribe, I assume you ran into the matriarchs yes?

I needed to ask, that necklace you retrieved from the burrows up the valley, was there a strange inscription on it?

Kynareth preserve us, I hope this is a coincidence and nothing more. [SURPRISE]

If the worst of this news is indeed true, it would at least give some rationale behind the recent witchmen activity. And their theft of the amulet.

I've spoken to the governing priest at the pantheon upon Evermore, we have reason to believe the lord here has had dealings with Namira.

No more information than that though I'm afraid, we're dumbstruck as to why he would ever want to associate with such a morbid deity.

Head for the Arch Priest in evermore, King Sigmayne has put feet on the ground against Mortifayne in response to the unrest he's causing.

The worst has come to light, gods show us mercy. We've prepared for a situation like this after the oblivion crisis. The stone...Yes the sigil stone. [FEAR, COMMANDING VOICE]

I think a portal just opened in the center of town, maybe you can use that to get to the other side, you must destroy the sigil stone.
[PANIC]

Find the tower, and find the stone. Destroying it may prevent this evil from spilling over into our realm permanently. I and the others will follow. [PANIC]

He should be coming, he had business to deal with in the manor...

To who, my lord?

Nine lock my heart.... the skies... [SURPRISE, FEAR]

Oh thank the nine, let me get a hold of myself. [FEAR, OUT OF BREATH]

As I came through I had sight of the tower, it seems to be at the summit of this mountain, with those black walls blocking the way.

Now from what I remember, the minor princes normally govern their stones at the very top. Pray be we can find a way up that tower safely.

As we were blasted back into Nirn, we had the daedra desperately clawing at us, hoping to keep us within their world.

I managed to escape their foul grasp as the rift closed in on us, cutting the tendrils that grasped us. I saw that Jackos was fairing worse than I.

I'm not sure if he made it through, or if those dreaded things pulled him back into their pestilent embrace.

We can only pray that he made it through, I couldn't imagine the horror that they'd subject him to.

We've lost two governing bodies in the space of a day, if news of this tragedy goes beyond this land, then we'll become prey.

I think that the King knows this too, so he'll appoint a new lord for Raven Spring immediately, same with the Divide.

We can't be seen as weaker than we once were, we'd stand absolutely no chance from another conflict.

But we do need to bury our dead, and that may take a while. I hope our foes at least have the decency to spare us the privilege of that.

What are our numbers?! How much damage was done..... I'm sorry, this has been too much for me.

It wasn't I who sealed that rift, it was our friends here. Our fate was in the hands of people who came to this town through chance.

Their selflessness for such a hopeless people was more than any words of mine can describe.

Becoming a knight so quickly is a great boon for anyone, and I don't think I've ever seen someone attain such a privilege without being conscripted.

But it is the least you should be compensated for, the toll of that realm on all our minds was great. I'm sure the nine were watching over us there.

You should head to the kings palace and receive the fruit for your labour, I'm sure he has plans for this town, seeing as Mortifayne has vanished.



Mainly from Arnima, they bribe the exiles weekly so they can make their way through the Maw to us, and make other deals...

We have to pay a "protection" fee to the exiles too, but they do help when the witchmen start stirring trouble. Most times anyway...

No problem at all, lad from Evermore is normally sent for repairs and is due again soon. So go ahead.

Calling me lazy? I do a lot of things, I help out with my wives vegetable stand, I.....I tell interesting stories and I-..... Get off my back.