 Pride Unbound |
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| Added by | Tamriel Data | ||
| ID | T_Sc_PrideUnboundTR | ||
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150 |  |
1.5 |
| Spell | Flesh of the Dremora | ||
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He kicked the Dremora to the ground
All was silent, save one sound:
The warrior laughing mirthlessly
"You are weak," he said "nothing to me.
Your kind has but one use
I shall show you, because you are so obtuse."
And the warrior summoned a cuirass bound
Armor wondrously light, weighing not a pound
"Daedra are best used as clothing,"
He said. "In any other cause, you fill me with loathing.
I will destroy you, and wear your skin;
Your only value is the shell you reside within.
I know you will only to Oblivion be sent,
And you might return to Nirn if that is your bent,
But know this: Should I see you once more
If you thirst for vengeance, I will beat you worse than before.
As the warrior readied his sword to slay,
Malacath appeared, and had his say.
"Insult daedra, foolish one?
Only use as clothing, and mock us for fun?
If that is what you do for sport,
I shall have my own, of a different sort.
Wear our skin, you do?
We shall see how you like it when I take the skin off of you!"
And though the warrior was quite great,
(A truth, to have put a Dremora is such a state)
Before the ire of a god he had no chance
And bleeding, to death he did advance.