Imago Storm

Imago Storm is a high-ranking Dremora in who can be found in Havok Wellhead. He is the chief of Clan Dremora.
==Interactions==
==Dialogue==
Show: Level 6
"Thank you for coming. I regret the disturbance you've caused, though, in your place, I might have thought it excusable."
:Disturbance? If that is not simply polite understatement, I shudder to consider the normal state of affairs here.
:I beg your indulgence. I was hard-pressed, and was forced to resort to violence more often than suits a gentle-souled person like myself.
:"I daresay that by mortal standards all this must seem an unsettled existence. Well, you are not here for an extended stay. I have a proposal to make, but before I do, are there any questions you'd like to ask?"
::What's your stake in this? Are you angling to supplant your boss? "You think I am ambitious. My interest is purely in the welfare of the clan. Dagon's tolerance of the antics of Xivilai and Faydra, and his acceptance of the clanless Seducers into the inner counsels of our clan, are an unfortunate divergence from Dagon's otherwise prudent policies. It would be better if my Lord, and his most wayward lieutenants, were to take a short vacation while I restore Clan Dagon to its normal stability. Is that clear?"
::I am bewildered by the subtleties of daedric clan politics. Can you sort out for me the players in this little drama? "Faydra's clan represents the vital, but impulsive and undisciplined element of the destructive principle. Xivilai's clan represents the ambitious, but occasionally overreaching and imprudent side of Destruction. I, and my Vassal Lords, and the Dremora clan, represent the principle of Destruction as Evolution, aspiring to arts and powers of ever-increasing potency and aesthetic refinement. The Seducers are Masterless Daedra, cast adrift by the failed fortunes of their Lords, and recently accepted, much against my counsel, into Lord Dagon's service. Is that clear?"
::Lord Dagon and his clan want to add Battlespire to their dominions, yes? If so, why are you, his chief lieutenant, and your followers, working behind the scenes to confound this ambition? "In taking Battlespire, our clan has overreached its resources and judgements. A time of change is coming -- it is written in the firmament -- and it is time to make fast and conserve our realm, not to extend our grasp. Battlespire is a rich resource, and will be coveted by the other clans. We do not need such distractions, especially as the Storms of Change come upon us. Is that clear?"
::I can't understand why any of the Daedric clans have anything to do with mortals. Why would even the least of Daedra answer a mortal sorcerer's summons? And what on Tamriel could possibly interest any of the Immortal Powers? "Mortals are short-lived, ignorant, and feeble by contrast with the daedra. But you mortals are also potent engines of change and innovation, of desperate and reckless improvisation and industry. Thus do we so prize the fruits of your mundane and arcane engineering. Thus do we bargain and plunder and steal to gain these treasures. We have lived too long, and grow dull and complacent. You live too short, and so are wonderfully sharp and inventive. Does that make sense?"
:::I see. Thank you. But can we talk of something else? "Certainly. What else do you wish to know?"
:::I'll satisfy my curiosity at my leisure. At present, I'm rather in a hurry, and would hear your proposal directly.
::I'll satisfy my curiosity at my leisure. At present, I'm rather in a hurry, and would hear your proposal directly. "Here's my proposal. I will give you the neonymics of Faydra, Xivilai -- and Lord Dagon. Do you know what a neonymic is, and what it signifies?"
:::Heh, heh. I know a little about such things. The neonymic gives me the power to banish a daedric creature into Oblivion. "You are correct in general. Actually, the incantation of the neonymic drains the vital force from an immortal, forcing him to follow that force into Oblivion. There one abides until the vital force is replenished. The experience is somewhat analogous to sleep for mortals. However, sleep is a normal experience for mortals. It is NOT a normal experience for an immortal. Suffice it to say that it is as close to the terror and despair of death as an immortal can come."
::::So. You will give me the neonymics. And then? "You will use those neonymics to cast them into Oblivion for the present. For reward, you shall have your life, and the life of your companion. When Dagon is cast into the Void, you may take his Amulet of Entry, pass into the Ward Sigil that hangs in his sanctuary, and thus be teleported back to Battlespire, where you may pass through his Sigil there and return to Tamriel. Does that satisfy you?"
:::::Very much. Too much to be true. But I know that I will not get a better offer from anyone else, and I also know I am too ignorant of Daedric politics to be a significant player without your help. So we have an agreement. "Dagon's incantory neonymic is Djehkeleho-dehbe-effehezepeh . Xivilai's neonymic: Wegerohseh-chehkohieu. Faydra's Neonymic: Nepehkweh-kodo. I will give a document bearing the appropriate neonymic, the Daedric characters, the transliteration into Tamrielic, and a phonetic transcription to help you pronounce the phrases effectively."
::::::You think of everything. Which is quite terrifying. "You have to trust me. You have no choice. I appreciate that. It must be very unpleasant. And now here is one of the three keys to the gate. When all three keys are placed in the gate lantern in the center of the chamber, this gate will carry you to Lord Dagon's Hunting Lodge, where your friend is held. And the other two keys are held by Faydra Shardai and Xivilai Moath, so I know your path must cross theirs."
:::::::Thank you. An old man told me that I am a tool in the hands of the Gods. I thought it funny, and cruel, at the time, but, as you suggest, the path the Gods have painted is unmistakable. "They are your Gods, mortal, and none of my affair. There is no reason for us to speak further. It has been a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps we shall meet again some day. Farewell, and good fortune, mortal."
::::::::Farewell.
:::::I am overwhelmed. I must have time to think. I will return when I have considered your offer. I'm afraid you may have to explain everything all over again. "I understand. And I hope you understand that I cannot expect infinite forbearance of a mortal trespasser from my retainers. Please forgive me if they cause you any inconvenience."
::::::Can't you keep them off my back for a bit? "I am sorry. That is not possible."
:::::::Oh, well. Can't be helped. Goodbye for now.
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::::::I understand. Thank you, and goodbye for now.
:I need excuse myself to no one. I am here under duress. And I hope very much to make you regret the disturbances you've caused in the lives of the battlemages of Battlespire.
:Skip the niceties. I don't like you, and you don't like me. With that understood, let's get down to business.
:"It may be hard for you to comprehend, but the forms, if not the substance, of civility are very important to me. They are clear signs that both parties understand and appreciate the need for accommodation and compromise. If these forms of civility are not to your liking, then perhaps this meeting is a mistake. I will give you time to consider your manners, and the acknowledgement of common interests that a display of good manners implies."
::Don't get your knickers in a twist. I just thought we could skip the formalities and go straight to the deal.
::Hmm. I'm not a noble. I don't have fine manners. I just want to talk.
==Gallery==
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==Appearances==
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==See also==
*Imago's Notes on Neonymics