Scholarly Minutes Conclusion
Esluna! Begin writing our words on the back of these horse papers in the manner of mortals.
What Have We Here?
A tavern, Lord.
What was the prey doing here?
Drinking, Lord.
The third permitted escape. And where is the prey? Where is the prey? Answer!
Lord, we slaughtered many, but some left through a hidden door in the rear of the tavern. We did not—
SILENCE! You slaughtered many? Where are the corpses? I count three: the barkeep, the old woman, the Tong. Is this the service you offered at the Weir Gate?
Lord, we slew many outside. The entire town is aflame with the wrath—
Enough! And how did the prey here escape?
Oohnng hhhrrrng ooowaavvv ysss.
The Tong fought like ten mortals? He was Tong! There were dozens sent and now there are seven. How did you lose so many?
Lord, many of the prey here were unusually dangerous. There was an old man who was unarmed, but he drew a rod of light from his chest and slew many. There were warriors, knights, priests, assassins, many spellcasters, and all knew our weaknesses. Even one barmaid hid like prey, so we left her for the scamps, but she turned and cast a holding spell against—
Why were you not prepared for a barmaid’s spell? THIS IS THE ARENA! All mortals are dangerous until recycled.
Lord, they could not use the hidden door quickly. We were almost upon them, but a Khajiit knocked us back and stunned us all with deafening shouts.
Hm. I grant that is a suitable surprise from worthy prey. I have never heard the like, and you are not clever enough to lie. Why, then, are you now reading the prey’s scribbles instead of pursuing them?
Lord, the passage collapsed, so we sought clues in these notes they—
And what of the heir? Enough! Hunt them! Destroy them! I, not you, am best suited to peruse these notes for hints of their location. Stay, Esluna, and scribble.
The Note of Notes
The prey are ever fools, wrong in all ways but nine.
They will thank us. An edifice of lies cannot stand, even in the plane of liars. After destruction, the missing Lord can give this plane a firm foundation, a worthy target for the end.
Let no one say we have performed an improper deed, ignored an obligation, or committed a thoughtless murder. All shall be done properly in its time: tie every thread, end every sentence, scribe every note. Only when the forms are observed may their destruction be complete.
The Times
The Interregnum
The Days of Opportunity
The Opening of the Way
As the prey would have it, The Last Seed.
The Roles
Lord Voath (mastering)
Nocturnal Esluna (scribing)
Dremora Istacus (pursuing)
Nocturnal Ysara (pursuing)
Dremora Methats (pursuing)
Dremora Ruzhual (pursuing)
Droelag Puh (obeying)
Utmaeus Bimoa (obeying)
Call to Proper Order
Praise to the Prince of Ambition, Exalted and most Puissant!
Praise to the Prince of Disaster, Father of Cataclysm!
Praise to Mehrunes, Razor-Fisted Tyrant of Flames!
The End of Things
I, Lord Voath, adjourn.
Lick the ink off your claw, Esluna. It is time to welcome destruction.