Burn them that their torment may be ended, that their curse may be broken. We will not - shall not - can not - succumb to the corruption of the dark Prince.įind the Nightstalkers, my brethren, and purge their corruption. In war, we will fight with honour, and in war, we will trust the strength of arms the Eight Divines, the Tribunal and the Hist have given us. Eradicate this curse from our blessed realms, that all may live and prosper. Where ever you find the Nighstalkers, where ever their corruption have spread - find them, crush them and burn them, that I ask and demand of you. And nothing is darker than the curse of a Daedric Prince, of this one especially, he who now threatens our very existence, the Prince of Domination. I urge you, brothers and sisters, let us together wipe this menace from the land.įor all we here - Dunmer, Nord and Argonian - what we have in common is a burning hatred against the evil and dark in the world. Trust not to the cures that some chase, for any bargain with the Cursed Princes will mean corruption gains a foothold within you. Hunt them with a vengeance, slay them where you encounter them and all those who choose to foolishly ally themselves with the unliving.įor death is a mercy to give to the unliving, for it will end their torment and let them taste the sweetness of an end, and their curse must be purged. And I urge you, as any follower of Arkay would - as any follower of any God or Lord of the blessed realms would - to destroy this curse where ever you find it. Molag Bal, Prince of Domination, the Enslaver, created it out of envy of Arkay, blessed be he in eternity, the master of the circle of life.Īnd as we speak now, this curse spreads over the land like a wildfire, as the weak and the proud alike succumb to the temptation of immortality. It is a curse, a terrible and dark curse, a curse that will bereave you of the sweet taste of life. You are tempted by immortality, allured by the strength given to these children of the night. Some of you may, mistakenly, see it as a blessing. Some of you may even feel the enticing call of Porphyric Hemophilia, the curse of the night. Who are them, you wonder, and I shall tell you. Some of you may even have encountered them. Most of you have traveled wide, you have seen sights that many among men and mer alike cannot boast of. Who I am are irrelevant - what matters is my cause, and my call. None of you know me, but it won't matter.
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