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Online:Planemeld Obverse

Quick Walkthrough
#Speak to Sister Terran Arminus in the White-Gold Tower sewers.
#Enter Green Emperor Way and fight your way into the Tower.
#Defeat the Adjudicator.
#(Optional) Activate the Speaking Stones as you climb the Tower.
#Locate the Elder Scroll and defeat the Elite Guard.
#Ascend the Shattered Void and face the Planar Inhibitor.
#Defeat Molag Kena and retrieve the Elder Scroll.
#Speak to Sister Arminus to receive your reward.

Detailed Walkthrough
thumb|left|A Speaking Stone
Empress Regent Clivia Tharn is looking to retake the Daedra-infested White-Gold Tower. She is accompanied by  a moth priest, Sister Terran Arminus, who seeks to retrieve an Elder Scroll that she hid within the Lower Elder Scroll Library when the Daedra invaded the Imperial City. Your job is to climb the tower and retrieve the Scroll.

Along Green Emperor Way, Xivkyn and their zombie thralls block your path. In front of the tower's entrance is a Flesh Colossus, The Iron-Swathed Glutton. Defeat it to get into the tower. You'll need to defeat The Adjudicator before you can begin your ascent. When you reach the Lower Elder Scroll Library, Sister Terran Arminus will reveal the Elder Scroll from its hiding place. The Empress Regent will steal the scroll and order her bodyguards to kill you. Defeat the Elite Guard and pursue Clivia Tharn up the White-Gold Tower, through the Shattered Void.

thumb|right|The scroll is revealed
The next room full of enemies you encounter has some Xivkyn lazing about. Sister Terran will reveal some hidden Planemeld Rifts that you need to destroy. Neglecting to destroy these rifts will result in Daedric reinforcements pouring out of said rift, so destroy them quickly. You can only destroy them if you are chosen to do so. You can tell that you have been assigned rift duty if your screen turns grey. Kill the Daedra, destroy the rifts, and press on.

Eventually, a Daedric Titan will block your path. Defeat it and watch as Clivia Tharn summons a Cold-Flame Atronach, the Planar Inhibitor, and continues her escape. As soon as the gate opens, jump down into the ruined section of the tower and engage the Planar Inhibitor. Once the atronach is defeated, follow Clivia.

At the tower's summit, Clivia Tharn will reveal herself as an impostor, sent by Molag Bal to steal an Elder Scroll and carry out a plan the false Empress Regent refers to as the "Planemeld Obverse". Defeat Molag Kena and Sister Terran will arrive through portal. She reclaims the scroll and opens a portal to the base of the tower. Speak with Sister Terran Arminus at the base of the White-Gold Tower for your reward.

 

Notes
At the end of the quest, a note will be on the ground next to Sister Terran Arminus. These notes are about the prophecy showed to her by the Elder Scroll she carries. This book does not appear in the Eidetic Memory.
 

Quest Stages
Lore:Thukhozod's Bracer

Few legends among the   inspire more respect and fear than the legend of the great  . This great and powerful   has been around for generations, apparently ageless and undying. Of course, for every story where an Orc has seen or interacted with the great Thukhozod, there are five more who claim to have explored his lair and seen no sign of the mysterious figure.

Whatever the truth of the legendary necromancer, multiple tales talk about the unique bracer he wears upon his left arm. While not magical, it is said to be beautiful and striking. It would make a great addition to the exhibits in the  .
Lore:The King's Riddle

Where is the armored soldier, tall and brave? 
Sword in hand, he lies in the covered grave.

Where is the hunt-wife with axe and bow? 
The claws of a bear brought her low.

Where is the knight with the golden blade? 
Fighting the monster deep in the glade.

Where is the king on the broken throne? 
No knight nor soldiers protect his home.

His table is empty, not even a bone, 
The king is sad and always alone.
Lore:The Legend of Thukhozod

Oh what a legend we have wrought! Who would ever dare to challenge the powerful and immortal  , master of the  ? Thukhozod is, was, and forever shall be. He appeared hundreds of years ago and established a hidden sanctum where he could perform his rituals and experiments in relative peace. He frightens the locals, he communes with chiefs and warlords, and he consults with the spirits of the dead.

Now, as I enter my thirtieth year as Thukhozod the Eternal, I have decided to write down our dirty little secret. Thukhozod isn't one, he's many, and I am just the latest in a long line of powerful necromancers.

The first Thukhozod was the original Thukhozod, an   necromancer with a plan and a dream. He claimed to be immortal when he participated in the  , and certainly his efforts were recognized as significantly contributing to the victory of  . But I don't believe what happened next was his idea. I think that credit should go to his son,  .

When Thukhozod died unexpectedly, his son and apprentice Glazoz decided to keep the event a secret. He dealt with his father's body and took on his identity. In that way, Thukhozod continued and his march toward immortality was on.

The list of Orcs, each and every one an ancestor of mine, goes on for pages and is stored in a hidden vault deep within this sanctum. It includes at least two daughters who replaced their fathers and took on the role without giving any indication as to their true genders. Now, as this damnable illness eats away at me, I await the arrival of my own son,  . His mother,  , was supposed to present him with his heritage. He should be on his way as I write this. I hope he arrives while I'm still healthy enough to help him with the transition to his new life.
Lore:The Scroll of Avalian

Excerpt from The Book of the Warrior God: 3:24—Avalian's Flight

And the volcano erupted with a thunderous boom. The ground rattled and the sky filled with ash. This did not break   's will. He stared at his enemy—a fiery god of lava and stone. His blade drawn,   's blessed child Avalian charged the mountain. Though lava flowed and covered the path, Avalian traversed the mountain with such quickness that the heat did not scorch his feet. As quick as the wind, Avalian dove into the mountain, driving his blade into the heart of the beast.
Lore:The Scroll of Usunok

Excerpt from The Book of the Warrior God: 4:22—The Rage of Usunok

He hunted not for food or sport. He hunted not for the thrill of the kill. No, he hunted to prove his strength. The beast before him rose, taller than the trees.  , armed only with his fists and the blessing of his god  , charged forward to deliver a single blow. For with Trinimac's blessing upon him, one blow was all he would need. In an instant, it was over. No amount of scales or fat or muscle could stop the force of Usunok's rage striking its target. The beast fell with hardly a cry or a whimper. Usunok did not celebrate. He did not cheer. He simply went hunting for his next challenge.
Lore:The Scroll of Vaia

Excerpt from The Book of the Warrior God: 4:18—Vaia's Courage

As the hammer fell,   stood her ground.   had shattered entire armies with the power of his enchanted hammer. But this did not dampen Vaia's resolve. Holding her shield above her head, she knew that   watched over her. A loud crash, a thunderous boom, and a crack that toppled nearby trees echoed throughout the land. But when the dust settled, it was not the small wooden shield that Vaia held that lay shattered on the ground. It was Rhogar's mighty hammer.
Lore:The Sublime Brazier

In the brilliant dawn of  's rule,  , the Dragon-God of Time, bestowed upon her many gifts: wisdom, temperance, vitality, and eventually the  . The Amulet's role in maintaining Akatosh's compact with   and   is well-known. Less well-known is the nature of its counterpart, The  .

The Brazier is an expertly wrought cauldron, carved to resemble a roost of  s. Legends say that the bottom of the cauldron reaches down into the very heart of  , and that the hewn Dragons whisper to each other in a   when no one is near. As to its purpose—the Brazier serves as Akatosh's first light. When kindled, it brings life to the   in   above.

The Brazier's location is a closely guarded secret. Some say that Alessia's heirs can hear it calling to them through Aethereal "songs." This belief has guided many misguided souls into the sewers. The prideful and insane who believe themselves to be   descend into the underground, straight into the waiting jaws of the many creatures that lurk there. But then, this may be the true purpose of the Brazier—to test the strength and guile of any person who would be Emperor. The   do not suffer fools. If you do not hear the songs, do not seek the Brazier.
Lore:The Wood Elf's Message

We love you little  , we love you very much.

Are you happy with your lot in life, with all the packs and such?


At a glance, you seem so calm, so collected.

The cheese you provide is delicious and very much respected.


Inn and tavern, keep and castle, oh little echatere,

Hidden away from king and country, life can be unfair.


Room for another loaded pack upon your woolly back?

Secret knowledge, will you share what we all lack?


Words can't convey how we love you, little echatere.

 s know it's more than the   or the  .


Don't worry, we won't embarrass you any further.

Smell the love of one last hug for all you nurture.
Lore:Scepter of the Riekr King-Chief

A powerful   who refers to himself as " " currently terrorizes the land to the northeast of  . He wields an ancient scepter that the museum believes was crafted by  , first chief of the   Orc clan that once flourished in northern  . It was a symbol of power and authority for the Orc clan and appears to be used in similar fashion by the self-styled king-chief.

No   can rest while this historic relic remains in the hands of a lowly Riekr—no matter how powerful that lowly Riekr may be.
Lore:Torc of Baloth Bloodtusk

Known as the Wild Boar of  ,   battled the enemies of  , especially the invading hordes of the  s and  s.

His legendary torc, a heavy chain bearing a hammer, saved him from a Redguard's attack when it deflected a blade thrust. The chain snapped, however, and the torc was lost to history near what is today called  .
Lore:Trinimac House Idol

This ancient   House Idol, from late in the  , shows that even during the time of the original  , some  s were intent on worshiping Trinimac—even if they only did so in the privacy of their own homes.

Tiny statues such as this one depicted stylized beasts cast from solid gold that were dedicated to Trinimac and placed inside homes to provide protection, comfort, and a focal point for private worship.  s,  s,  s, and even  s have been found from this period, cast in gold and bearing the mark of Trinimac.

The area around  , an ancient site devoted to the veneration of Trinimac, has long been a source of these tiny statues, and is the most likely place to recover any idols that still survive.
Lore:Uzdabikh's Helm

The history of   is a history of war. During the Battle of   Pass,   rose from obscurity to become its most celebrated hero.

Reports concerning Uzdabikh's gender conflict, but Curator   favors tales that describe her as female. Her warband was charged with defending a tunnel against encroaching   soldiers, but no one expected them to send their entire army.

One by one her warband fell, until only Uzdabikh remained standing. She fought with bow, with axe, with knife, and even with bare hands until the tunnel was awash in blood. One-thousand-and-one Redguard died in the tunnel that day. It is said that her helmet was blessed, protecting Uzdabikh against every attack. But when reinforcements arrived, they found only Redguard corpses, piled high around her battered helmet.
Lore:The First Charter

King   founded the original   as more than just another   settlement. He envisioned a grand city of prosperity and civilization&mdash;but he wanted it to be a reflection and advancement of Orc culture. To this end, he created a set of rights and privileges that defined the organization of the city, a document now known as the  .

The First Charter preserves what Torug thought was most important about Orc life. When the first Orsinium fell, the First Charter was believed to be destroyed. But legend has it that the book survived as part of some raider's booty. The raider was killed on his way back to the coast and the book lost somewhere in the western mountains.
Lore:The Chronicles of King Kurog, Book I

I first met   in the wilds of  . I was there pretending to be a scholar from  , but my true purpose was to watch, listen, and report back to King   of Wayrest about events in the  i homeland. It was in this capacity as a spy that I originally encountered the boisterous and charismatic   warrior. He was newly arrived from  , busy establishing himself in the mercenary group known as  . From all reports, he was brave, competent, and of unmatched physical prowess. He certainly looked the part to me.

The   mercenary leader,  , opened his ranks to any and all races. As long as you were willing to follow orders and fight with all your strength, Gaspard had a place for you in his unit. Kurog brought along a handful of powerful Orcs who also happened to be extremely loyal to the young warrior. Soon, they were the most-prominent members of the Stalkers, getting the most-dangerous missions and the ogre's share of the loot.

I was able to get close to Kurog on a number of occasions. He enjoyed being flirted with, especially by an attentive Breton woman who enjoyed sampling Khajiiti delicacies as much as he did. During these moments when we met for food and drink, he let down his guard and told me things I'm sure he wouldn't have revealed to any of his male acquaintances. It was during one such rendezvous, in a dark and seedy tavern in the city of  , that I learned about the Orc warrior's past and his dreams for the future.

We have all heard the horrible stories of life in the Orc strongholds. Kurog told me of his younger days as part of a clan in distant Wrothgar. He was the best and the brightest of a new crop of younglings&mdash;stronger, faster, and in many ways more brilliant than either his contemporaries or most of his elders. But he was unsatisfied with life in the clan. He wanted to prove himself in battle. He wanted to see the world. And both he and his clan chief knew that if he remained in the stronghold much longer, one of them was going to die. That was the way of life for the Orcs.

Instead of pushing the issue and challenging the chief, Kurog rallied his bosom companions and signed on with a recruiter for Gaspard's Stalkers mercenary company. After lending his talents to help win skirmishes across   and  , the company had made its way to Elsweyr. Kurog seemed to be having a grand old time seeing the sights, eating the food, bedding the wenches (his words, not mine), and winning battle after battle. I offered Kurog a spoonful of honey pudding, my other hand resting on his powerful arm, and asked in all innocence, "But what about the future, my powerful friend?"

"The future?" Kurog laughed. "I'm going to go home, kill the old chief, and take command of my clan!"

Kurog said all this matter-of-factly. He wasn't boasting. He wasn't trying to impress me. He was simply telling me what he believed. And you know what? I believed it, too. This was definitely an Orc that King Emeric was going to want to keep an eye on, mark my words.
Lore:The Chronicles of King Kurog, Book II

I had the pleasure of introducing   to King   when the   mercenary visited  . He was in the company of his Orc companions. They had recently resigned their commissions in   mercenary company and were making their way back to the wilds of  . Thanks to the friendship I had fostered with Kurog during our time together in  , he contacted me in the hope of visiting with me when they arrived in Wayrest. I readily agreed and offered to play tour guide while he was in the city.

After spending a few days showing Kurog around the city and introducing him to the many tastes of   society (Kurog certainly does love to eat!), I surprised him with a clandestine visit to  . I must admit that I was slightly worried about how the meeting was going to turn out. Kurog can be loud and crass, and he knows very little of the social graces. In retrospect, I shouldn't have been concerned. King Emeric and Kurog got along smashingly! They seemed to share similar opinions about politics and warfare, and they took great pleasure in trying to make the other laugh out loud. At the end of the evening, Kurog admitted to the king that he was returning to Wrothgar to claim his rightful place as chief of his clan.

"Should I be worried?" King Emeric asked with a smile.

"Of course you should be worried," Kurog laughed. "But I like you, King Emeric. I think I will seek to rebuild  's kingdom in   before I turn my attention toward  ."

The two men shook hands and a shiver ran down my spine. I had a feeling that I was witnessing something important, even if I never imagined just how monumental this moment would actually prove to be. As Kurog started to take his leave, King Emeric had one more surprise to add to the evening's already long list of amazing occurrences. "My friend," Emeric said, "I have a request. Allow Lady Zephrine to accompany you back to Wrothgar. She has been my eyes and ears in distant lands, and I certainly want to know how your ambitions play out."

Kurog laughed again. It was an infectious sound. "You want me to take your spy to Wrothgar?" Again, Kurog demonstrated he wasn't quite as thick-headed as most people believed about Orcs. I wonder how long ago he guessed as to my true nature. "Damn it all, why not? She's amusing, she knows how to eat and drink, and she's more than pleasant to look at. Pack your bags, my lady. And bring something warm. The weather in Wrothgar can be a bit nippy."

And with that, I accompanied Kurog to the land of the Orcs.
Online:Stonefire Scamp

The Stonefire Scamp pet can potentially be earned by completing the Barathrum Centrata event in the Imperial Sewers, as part of the Imperial City DLC. It is acquired from a runebox, which is a very rare drop from the event's final boss, the Simulacrum of Molag Bal. It was also available to buy from The Impresario during the Imperial City Celebration Event 2019 for  . Its default name is "Brimstone".
 
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Online:Hears-the-Stone

Hears-the-Stone is a pessimistic Argonian Tel Var Jewelry Merchant found in the Imperial Sewers. She runs a stall at the Tel Var Stone Exchange in the Ebonheart Pact Base.
 

Dialogue
Her tone is dripping with sarcasm. She doesn't want to be down here, and thinks this endeavor is doomed.
:"This is all going according to plan. A terrible, poorly constructed plan. Praise the  ."

:"Our leaders had a wonderful plan—strand us beneath a city full of Daedra. Blood for the Pact."

:''"It's not like we've overextended ourselves … again. Sithis, take the reins."

:"Keep throwing more soldiers at the problem. That always works. Hail Jorunn Skald-King."''
Online:Nobles Armory

thumb|left|Nobles Armory interior It is home to a special crafting site, where you may craft items in the Noble's Conquest set. The interior is instanced by Alliance and is therefore safe from PvP.
General:Reviews

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Online:The Silvenar

The Silvenar is a title held by two people:
Edhelorn, The Silvenar involved with the diplomatic talks on behalf of the Dominion on Khenarthi's Roost
Indaenir, successor of Edhelorn shortly after his death
Online:Darius

Darius may refer to three NPCs:

Darius (Imperial), an Imperial at Fort Sphinxmoth
Darius (Redguard), a Redguard at the Tears of the Dishonored
Darius Cornelius, an Imperial in Rawl'kha
Lore:The True Nature of Magnar

Knowing your enemy is the first step to defeat him.

Magnar Bearstorm, or  , has led the greater   for at least fifty years. We don't know much about his early life. He has never been seen in human form. Some say he was never a child—that he clawed his way out of the  , fully grown and full of wrath.

When Magnar first arrived in the mountains of Wrothgar, he snatched up scores of children in the dead of night—presumably to eat them.   has not ruled out the possibility that he turned these youngsters into the first members of his pack. I'm not sure which possibility upsets me more.

I have fought Magnar twice, and nearly lost my life on both occasions. He's not particularly swift, nor is he quiet. He doesn't need to be. During our last confrontation, my blade struck true at least three times, but he didn't even flinch. This has led some in the Order to believe that he is invincible. Some even suggest that he might be   himself masquerading as a savage moon-beast. This is all preposterous, of course. Mark me, recruits: Magnar is mortal and I'm going to kill him to prove it.
Lore:101 Uses for Troll Fat

Ugh. Another day in  . Honestly, Clavel, if we don't return to   soon, I may lose my mind.

What shameless merchants operate out of this city! You'll never believe what one of these   vendors tried to sell me. I was minding my own business, examining an assortment of roots and  —they were all shriveled and rancid, by the way—when this toothless merchant shoved a bowl of fat in my face.  A huge bowl of fat. Can you imagine? He claimed it was the fat from some legendary   or some such nonsense. I asked him why anyone would buy such a thing and his rheumy eyes just lit up. Would you like to know more about  ? I'm something of an expert now.

Did you know that troll fat is the densest fat in  ? Denser even than   fat? I bet you didn't. Apparently, it makes an excellent lubricant that's especially ideal for cold-weather use. And we know all about cold weather here in  , don't we?

Armor looking a bit dull? Why not rub some of this repulsive fat on it? I hear that no polish in all of Tamriel does a better job than troll fat! It can be used in poultices and various potions. It can be rubbed on window sills to keep out vermin. It can be dried and eaten as a kind of disgusting jerky. It can be boiled to make a particularly strong glue. It can even cure  ! Who knew?

When he started talking about the many uses for troll fat in the bedroom, I had to take my leave.

He also mentioned that it could be used to talk to  . That was at least a little interesting. Apparently, if you rub troll fat on an idol of Malacath, it allows you to talk to the Prince himself. I may have to try this. I'd love to ask him why his little green children peddle such atrocious wares!

I'm giving this place another week. If I'm offered one more wedge of   cheese or a stewed mammoth stomach, I'm on the next ship back to  —with or without you!