Clarentavious Valisious

Clarentavious Valisious is a person that can be encountered in the Battlespire. He is the author of the book Anchor Warning.
==History==
===Imperial Simulacrum===
In 3E 398, Mehrunes Dagon's forces invaded the Battlespire. Clarentavious Valisious hid in a secret room behind a bookshelf waiting for reinforcements.(25/1/98) Bethsoft - Timeline The Apprentice was sent to the Battlespire as a final test. He meet Clarentavious, who was disappointed to see that there were no reinforcements and declares the situation hopeless.Events of "Level 1"
==Dialogue==
"At last! O, joy! Saved! Saved! Oh, I knew you'd come, I've waited SO LONG in all this desperate, terrible nightmare."
:Hang on. Who in Mara's hat are YOU?
:Keep your voice down! These Daedra DO have EARS you know!
:"What? Do you know who you're talking to, you whelp? I am Clarentavious, the Emperor's chief artificer, and the only battlemage left alive in this Powers-forsaken wasteland."
::Forgive my -- curiosity -- but -- by what coincidence do you alone remain unharmed?
::Hah. So what kind of a deal did you have to cut with the daedra to keep your skin?
::"I persuaded them I was Taken and BOUND to them, ensorceled, ONE of them. But I'm not, I'm not...and now you're HERE! And safety, sweet escape, and an END to the nightmare, and the darkness -- erm, but -- where are the legions, to cleanse this realm of its infestation?"
:::Legions? Well. Well. Uh. I ehr um. Well. No legions. Just. Well. You see? I'm all there is. Here. At the present. "No legions? Just you? And what use are you? USEless! USEless! All is lost! The Weir Gate is barred, and the Star Galley; that can only bear us deeper into the darkness and the madness. Well. That's the end, then. Here. The password to my chambers is "boustrophedon." It's on a piece of parchment somewhere around here. Take the password, and go to my chambers. Sever the last anchor, and we shall be done. You will reach them through a Mystic Conveyor, if you can get past Methats, that is."
::::EEE-Easy, friend. What's all this about a star galley? A stove for cooking stars? "You come strolling through here, you don't have a legion, and you know jack-all! Nothing! Go to my chambers. All your questions will be answered there. Then you'll taste of utter despair. Now begone, and let me make my peace with my ancestors."
:::::Right. I'm off to your chambers straight away, where all will be made clear. I'm sure. Perhaps I'll check back later to share your utter despair.
If approached again:
"You again? Why is the anchor still intact? Have - you - learned - NOTHING?"
:Look, there has to be SOME way out of here.
:Just what did you mean about all that er, sever the anchor and we'll be DONE business?	
:What was it I was supposed to do, again?
:"Are you DEAF as well as WITLESS? Let me try very small words. Use. The. Password. Use. The. Teleporter. Go to my chambers. Go to my chambers. Go. To. My. Chambers. ALL YOUR QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED THERE. Now GO!"
::Right. Thank you.
After having teleported to his room:
"You again? Why is the anchor still intact? Have - you - learned - NOTHING?"
:I've been to your rooms and I've read your note. Where are the rest of the cogs? "So now you see. They are too strong, and the Star Galley just delivers us among more powerful foes. As for the cogs? Gone. Lost. Scattered into the hands of the Enemy. It matters not. Make your peace with the Great Powers, and sever the final anchor. Hope is lost. All that remains is an honorable death."
::Ahah! You little conceive with whom you speak. For I have just recently been awarded SECOND PLACE in the Imperial Martial Arts competition. "Second place? Oh, good. Good. That's very encouraging. Now. Please. Set free the last anchor, and we can end this tragedy with stoic dignity."
:::I've had just about enough of your sunny disposition. Go pop the anchor yourself, old man. I've got some valiant servants of the Emperor to avenge.
:::Consider, Aged Father. I might have a chance against these fiends if you were to lend me the TYPOS SOPHIA!
::Well, age brings wisdom, they say. Suit yourself. I have other fish to fry.
::Consider, Aged Father. I might have a chance against these fiends if you were to lend me the TYPOS SOPHIA! "You must be MAD! That Methats! HE'll be in my MIND! Drawing my soul through TORMENT! Sucking me DRY! He'll PEEL MY SKIN FROM MY BONES!"
:::Okay, okay. Take it easy. I'll get along fine without it. Goodbye.
:::Look. What if I did Methats for you? Knocked him into Oblivion, or the Thirteen Hells, or wherever Daedra go when you smack their spirits right out of time and space? "You're priceless! So naive! Yes. Cast Methats from the world, and I'll give you the Typos Sophia! Absolutely. Why not? While you're about it, bring me his right pauldron, where he wears his seal, as proof of your deed. Might as well grab the seals of the Thirteen Patrons and the Eight Powers while you're at it. Hah-hah-ha! Hah-hah-hah!"
::::That's better. Cheer up. No need to be gloomy. I'll be right back with the dingus. Goodbye.
::::What, you mean, like THIS pauldron HERE? "By the Powers! You amaze me! Very well. Take the Typos Sophia. Much good may it do you in the Colleges. But you shall see. Yes, you'll see soon enough. These creatures you see here are but pups compared with their masters. As you dangle for eternity in some daedric pit of horrors, you'll wish you'd taken my advice and died gloriously with me in the ruins of Battlespire."
:::::Look, old man. Hide here in closet if you must, but don't kill yourself and don't set Battlespire drifting off to ends of time. SOMEone has to stick around here and report to the legions. So tighten up. I'll see you later.
If the Pauldron wasn't retrieved at first:
"What now? Have you finally seen sense? Are you ready to put an end to it? Or perhaps you have Methats' PAULDRON AND SEAL? Hah-hah-hah! Hmmmm?"
:I see I'll get no more sense out of you until I DO have it. Goodbye for now.
:What, you mean, like THIS pauldron HERE?' "By the Powers! You amaze me! Very well. Take the Typos Sophia. Much good may it do you in the Colleges. But you shall see. Yes, you'll see soon enough. These creatures you see here are but pups compared with their masters. As you dangle for eternity in some daedric pit of horrors, you'll wish you'd taken my advice and died gloriously with me in the ruins of Battlespire."
::Look, old man. Hide here in closet if you must, but don't kill yourself and don't set Battlespire drifting off to ends of time. SOMEone has to stick around here and report to the legions. So tighten up. I'll see you later.
If approached again:
He seems to have withdrawn deep within himself and won't be talking with anyone for quite a while.
==Appearances==
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==References==