Ainab Guls

Ainab Guls is a Dark Elf sorcerer who lives in his manor in  . Lately he has been acting a little strange, which upsets a few people who care about him.

He was born in the northern town of   and became a sorcerer in the service of House Telvanni. However, he soon realized it was not the right path for him. He'd been raised as a Temple follower, and couldn't reconcile his religious beliefs with being a Telvanni. After leaving the House, he decided to move south where people are more tolerable, and settled in Akamora. He bought a breton slave   who became very attached to her master, and his own little manor where he lives a very secluded life, having not many friends except maybe for one, the Temple follower  .

Apparently, House Telvanni wasn't happy about him leaving, and that's why one of the House members, namely  , left a cursed amulet in his house, which slowly erodes his personality. It's up to the player to choose whether to remove the curse or side with Vares, in return for some discount from   traders, Vares's friends.

Ainab wears a lesser enchanted item, Ring of Firefist, extravagant robe and amulet and expensive pants. He also has some items which can be pickpocketed from him, including two books,   and , and 100 gold. He knows several spells beside his natural resistance to fire and the sanctuary provided by his ancestors, but none of them deal damage or are particularly dangerous to the player.


 
Related Quests


Dialogue
Greetings:
''"What do you want, reptile? Why are you looking at me like that? Why don't you just go back to your smelly swamp, you filthy dirt-scaled monster? Failing that, why not take your proper place as a slave?"
"Oh, if it isn't one of these half-breed halfwits. Have you grown weary of your ill-begotten race's half-hearted wizardry and come to bother a real sorcerer. Why don't you turn right around and go back to the filthy wereboar-infested rock you came from? I'm sure the loins of the hag who spawned you will welcome you back."
"What do you want here? You can't just wander in here and expect to be welcomed, %PCClass. I have no time for outlanders like yourself, what with your bad manners, degraded culture and terrible hygiene standards. Why don't you do me a favor and leave? Better yet, why not do the whole world a favor and throw yourself off a cliff? Akamora has some nice ones that would suit one such as yourself."
"Well, if it isn't one of these so-called Altmer! What you people lack in real talent or grace, you make up for with your logic-defying ignorance and profound arrogance. Why don't you leave me alone? I have no wish to endure the stultifying experience that is spending time in your presence."
"What brings you here? Have your people not done enough damage already to this country? I can smell the stench of Cyrodiil on you. Why don't you go back to your rotten monarch and the legions of diseased mongrels who wait on him? Believe me, no one will regret your leaving." 
"When I saw you first, I thought that somebody was carelessly allowing wild animals to roam Akamora, but it turns out that it's even worse than that, one of you half-sapient furballs has come into my home. You make a mockery of civilization with your laughable attempts to imitate intelligent beings. Why not just discard the pretenses and return to the filthy jungles where you belong?" 
"Well, if it isn't one of these straw-headed half-shaved trolls! Come to try to plunder this land again? Don't think for a second that the people of Morrowind have forgotten what your kind have done in this country previously. I'll have nothing to do with yam-brained barbarians like yourself. Now, off with you!" 
"What's wrong with you? Wipe that stupid look off your face, you tusk-encrusted filth-wallower. It must be difficult for you to comprehend the idea of being indoors, so why don't you go annoy some other poor undeserving soul until the novelty of being somewhere other than the mountains you come from wears off?" 
"What do you want, sword-fancier? This isn't a place where you're going to find some desert adventure, so why don't you just push off. Nobody is interested in your feckless people's stories of foolish risks anyway. So why don't you just finish your story with a decent ending by hurling yourself off the highest cliff you can find? Akamora has a good selection for such a purpose." 
"So, it's one of these tree-dwelling, beast-loving stunted mer. Why have you come down from your slime-infested trees? Why don't you go find one of those beasts your filthy tribes are so fond of and go do whatever you people do to them. Go do whatever you want. I don't care, as long as you do it far enough away that I don't have to hear your whining voice." 
"Nice day isn't it? Now get away from me."
"Hello there, %PCRace. What brings you here?"
Ainab Guls:
"That's my name. Are you so stupid that it confuses you?"
"I apologize for my earlier attitude. Something was weighing on my mind, bringing out all the negative thoughts I could conjure."
Akamora: "The town itself is bad enough, but the people are awful! I don't know how I manage to put up with the half-wits and malcontents that infest this place."
Akamora egg mines: "Filthy holes, filled with the worst kind of locals."
Background:
"%Name. Destruction magic and mysticism. I'll spare you the details as you aren't likely to understand anything about it, moron. Now get out of here, unless you wish to see a demonstration of my spellcraft."
"Why would I tell a fetcher like you about myself? You should keep your nose out of my business, filth."
"I'd be happy to share my background with you, %PCName. I'm %Name. I was born in the northern town of Ranyon-ruhn, where I became a sorcerer in the service of House Telvanni. However, I soon realized it was not the right path for me. I'd been raised as a Temple follower, and I couldn't reconcile my religious beliefs with being a Telvanni. After leaving the House, I decided to move south, where people are more tolerable."
Clibergus's ledger:
"Mind your own business, you guar-minded idiot!"
"I do remember that he had a pretty big book with him when he visited me to sell his wares. Sounds kind of strange one would lose an object with such importance. You know how that sounds to me? It sounds like a prank, and I know exactly the person who would find it amusing. I think it might be wise to ask Daryos Varen down at Varen Manor if he has any idea where that ledger might be."
Dridrea: "You'll get no advice from me, mud-swallower."
Dun Akafell: "You want to know about Dun Akafell? Why don't you go there? At least that would get you out of my way, s'wit."
Dunmer: "Yes, I'm a Dunmer. Well-spotted, moron."
Dunmer trader in a brown shirt: "Nothing that I'll talk to you about, guar-brain."
House Indoril: "At least the Indoril aren't faithless like the Telvanni. I'm glad to be away from those heathens now."
latest rumors: "I have no time to bandy gossip with such as you, n'wah."
little advice: "Do you really think that I would give ill-mannered cretins like yourself any advice other than to leave me alone?"
little secret: "I've already made no secret of the fact that I don't like you, %PCClass. Now begone with you."
my trade: "I am a sorcerer. In between trying to get rid of nitwits like yourself, I spend my time focused on magical studies. At least it's a bit easier here among the Indoril, away from those heathen Telvanni up north."
Nerevarine: "Yeah, yeah, the Nerevarine. I'm not easily impressed, you worthless outlander."
Solstheim: "Good idea. Why don't you head off to that god-forsaken straw-head infested island and leave me alone."
someone in particular: "Listen to me, you nix-spawn. The only person I'm concerned with at present is you, as you are currently invading my private space. Leave immediately."
The Inn Between: "That filth-hole is filled with the worst kind of lowlife adventurers. Not only that, but the potatoes they serve aren't half as good as the innkeeper claims."''