Chronicles of the Five Companions 8 Content . Abnur Tharn , once again . If I ' d had a drake for every petty king or would - be emperor that wanted to get their filthy mittens on the Amulet of Kings , I could purchase Akavir right out from under the scaly feet of those detestable snake - people . The Amulet ' s loss after the fall of the Reman Dynasty and the dawning of the Second Era , centuries before my birth , was considered the greatest catastrophe of its time . Without a duly - ordained emperor sitting on the Ruby Throne , many prophesied the doom of the world . But like many such prognostications from provincial soothsayers , their predictions did not come to pass . Not yet . Without the Amulet of Kings , Tamriel endured just as it did when the " divinely - chosen " wore it around their necks . The sun rose , people killed each other over greed and petty ambitions , powerful men dictated the fates of those beneath their stations , and they all woke up the next day to do it all again . I ' m not hopeful about our chances against the Daedric Prince . It is the most ridiculous of follies to believe that , even if the spell works , one might actually challenge such a powerful entity and emerge victorious . The Vestige is a formidable warrior , but still flawed . In truth , I ' d rather send Titanborn on this fool ' s errand and save the Vestige for when we are better prepared . She , at least , is expendable . I realize just how foolish such a sentiment is — and Titanborn , if you are reading this , try not to twist your ridiculous pigtails in a knot . I am a Tharn . Humility does not suit us . There can be no doubt . Our one chance is here and now . We take it , or perish forever . Much of Tamriel has been spared the horrors of this engagement , and already the land recovers from the impact of the Anchors in the places where they fell . Common peasantry would accept this as providence and laud the efforts of those who ended the Daedric melding of worlds , but their ignorance is bliss . My knowledge of the Daedra affords me a terrible glimpse into the nightmare world that awaits us , should we not wholly dislodge Molag Bal ' s grasp on this world . Consider , dear reader : Tamriel is a ripe apple , dangling precariously from the flowering branches of a great tree . For eons it has hung far above , well out of reach of the hungry teeth — the Daedra — who would feast upon it . But the rending of the cosmic veil caused by the Soulburst , Mannimarco ' s tainted coronation ritual , cracked the branch upon which our aforementioned apple grows . Picture then , as we continue our quaint , agricultural metaphors , Molag Bal as the hog who grasps the nearest leaves of the stricken branch . His dung - stained trotters give him leverage as he pulls , hoping to tear the entire branch down so that he may feast upon the apple . The efforts of those who stopped the Planemeld and shattered Molag Bal ' s anchors staggered the footing of the hog , sweeping his legs out from beneath him . Nevertheless , his fetid teeth still dig into the branch . If he is allowed to recover , he will begin his struggle yet again . We must dislodge Molag Bal ' s teeth , as it were , through application of incredible force . Of course , we cannot use the Amulet a second time in the same fashion as we did at the Soulburst , but if I am correct — and I always am — a modification of the spell will allow a mortal to become a vessel of the Divines , an imbue him with the power of the Amulet . The particulars of the magic itself could fill a book in and of itself , so I shall spare the reader the specifics , which are undoubtedly above the understanding of even learned scholars . It takes the formidable intellect of a Tharn — and there are none alive greater than I — to comprehend its complexities . If we succeed , history shall record that it was the knowledge and ambition of Abnur Tharn that brought about the salvation of this world by guiding the hand of the Vestige . If we fail , then none will be the wiser , for we shall all become the lifeless , mindless servants of the Daedric Prince until the end of time .