A disgusting Lich

Arrogant

Sarcastic

Putrid

His body and soul were consumed by the ideal masters in exchange for a glimpse of power in soul cairn.

His dialogue:

And you must be the pest that is causing trouble to my order...

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*laughs* Puny mortal. You meddle with forces you can't begin to comprehend. The Order of The Black Worm is eternal. We know no defeat. We shall rise.

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Fool... We are done manipulating the sacred orb. Our masters will be pleased with us. We already have portals through the island, you can't stop us.

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I suppose I can entertain your worthless mind before I end your miserable attempt of war.

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Very well... We hold the power of one sacred orb. We also managed to manipulate the orb to open a connection to Soul Cairn.

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We can't control the orb fully, not yet. But we managed to begin contact with the Ideal Masters. They provide us power and we provide them souls.

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You may try mortal. But know this, we have the Ideal Masters on our side, we have opened several portals on this island. Your attempts are futile.

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The more of you that die, the more troops we have. You try to delay the inevitable, all those bodies under the soil, all the dead, to our side.

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I respect your courage mortal. I shall put your body to good use once I am finished. Our victory begins here, with your death. Then Olenveld.

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Such a pity you are on the wrong side. Yes, then Tamriel. Now, let us fight, shall we?