Dremora (Battlespire)

Dremora are creatures encountered in .
==Variants==
===Generic===
*Dremora Oathkin
===Unique===
*Sumeer Jabran (leader)
*Dremora Informant
*Dremora Gatanas
*Dremora Methats
*Dremora Rathine
*Dremora Tanchelm
==Dialogue==
Show: Level 2
"Hmm. Welcome. I am very happy to see you. I have a present for you."
:I'm a Battlespire guard.
:I'm a Battlemage. Let me show you my credentials.
:I am Wrath and Vengeance. In the name of the Emperor, I abjure thee, and condemn thy spirit to Oblivion for thy crimes.
If one of the Daedra Lords is served:
"Hmm. Welcome. I am very happy to see you. I have a present for you."
:Ask Rishaal. If she wants you to know, she can tell you. "Ahgh. THAT figures. With the load of Scamps she's got, she'll take ANYTHING in her service even humans."
::I'm sure you mean no offense. So I'll just be about my business, then.
:You have no right to question me. I serve Zenaide, and do as she wills. "Nice try, but Zenaide likes her soldiers dumb and ugly, and you don't qualify."
::Thanks for the compliment.
:Wonshala knows my name. You do not, and will not. "Oh. I see. Excellent. I have a special message for her. Lean over and I'll whisper in your ear."
::Yes? Yes? Tell me
::Don't come NEAR me.
:I come from Methats, who wants a report immediately. "Oh. Yeah. That's extremely likely. I believe I'll be killing you now."
::Oh, don't trouble yourself
:Sumeer is my master, and I'll brook no interference from the likes of you. "Indeed, Sumeer is the master of us all, and his every breath is as nectar to his servants. A thousand pardons for disturbing your reflections."
::You are excused.
If other Dremora are encountered:
"You do not belong here. Drop your weapons and submit, or be destroyed."
:Oh, very well. If you insist.
:I hope you've had a good diet and plenty of rest, because I'm going to take a whole lot of destroying, friend.
Or:
"You're still here? What in Creation ARE those Scamps and Vermai doing? Can't ANYONE do ANYTHING around here?"
:I guess I'm just too tough for a bunch of wimpy daedric lackeys.
After the teleport:
"You are bold to present yourself thus, Trenelle. I presume you have something you'd like to say?"
:Don't get huffy. It's not my fault if you've been played for fools. Now. Do you want to listen? If you'd rather have extreme violence, that's fine, too. "I'm afraid we're not interested in anything you have to say, Trenelle. But if you have not yet spoken with Dremora Tanchelm, do so, please. That is all I have to say."
::I have heard you.
:I'm not Trenelle. If you insist on that line, we're not going to get anywhere. "To me it is no matter if you are the Emperor of Illimitable Splendor. Your presence is requested in the library. That said, I have followed my orders, and may return to the sport of chastising you."
::Well. I hope I am proving a diverting challenge for you.
:This is not about Vatasha Trenelle. This is about you, my friend. You can go away, or I can send you away. Far away, into silent darkness, enduring pain, and withering despair. "Nice speech, kid. But let me give you a hint. If Clan Dremora has a fault, it is the fault of pride. Perhaps threats may daunt other daedric clans, but they only inspire Dremora to greater risks and dares."
::Thank you. Then perhaps we should prefer the more proper challenge? "Your health, or mine, my lord?"
Show: Level 4
"You wish to stop our battle? We Dremora are not appeased by submission. We have no need of mortal captives."
:I'm not surrendering! I'm trying to talk to you! "That is intriguing. What does a mere mortal have to say to a Dremora?"
::I've had a chat or two with some of your oathbrothers, and I get the distinct impression that, despite your threats and assaults, you plan to preserve my skin for some schemes of your own. "
::'I want to know where my friend Vatasha is. "Well, we don't all get what we want, do we? Perhaps I know something. But nothing I'm willing to share with you. At present. Now. Is there something else on your mind? "Hmmm. You are clever, for a mortal. And you have backbone. Perhaps we can make use of you."
:::I'm more interested in what's on your mind. Because I can't match my actions to your interests without a clearer idea of what you're trying to do. "Hmmm. You are clever, for a mortal. And you have backbone. Perhaps we can make use of you."
::THIS mere mortal says welcome to hell! Take the long dark ride, immortal scum!
::This mere mortal hasn't such a bad won-lost record in his recent contests with the immortals. "Hmmm. You are clever, for a mortal. And you have backbone. Perhaps we can make use of you."
:::I'm fed up with these pokes at my mere mortal nature. Let's see how an immortal with a careless tongue proves his honor in the court of war.
:::Oh, yes, sir, indeed. Most pleased I am to be your tool. Your willing servant. Lap dog. You don't have lap dogs, do you? Well, you know what I'm saying here. Say the word, and I'm your faithful little manling. "You must not be the one we seek. Such a one would never sully his pride by such base groveling."
::::Nuts. Guess I laid it on a bit too thick, eh? Well, better luck next time. Goodbye.
:::Only if I can make use of you too. "Hah hah! But of course! Let us both use one another, and see who gets the greater use of the other!"
::::Good plan. So. Tell me how to free my friend! "To do that one would travel beyond the gates of this land, thru the Chimera of Desolation, thru the Havok Wellhead, and finally to Dagon's personal pleasure palace."
:::::How do I do that? "Only Jaciel Morgen, the immortal Nocturnal Lieutenant, can send you through the great locks that separate this realm from the next. But she has somehow hidden herself within the Shade Perilous. The great Daedra Lord, Mehrunes Dagon, was persuaded that this realm would be an essential waystation toward the conquest of Battlespire, and sanctioned our passage. But he did not sanction the overthrow and occupation of this realm."
::::::Get to the point, please. "Understand. Dagon's Oathkin and Proteges, Faydra Shardai and Xivilai Moath, crushed this realm where they should have simply obtained passage by negotiation, or with limited force. These spawn of Dagon became -- overzealous in carrying out Dagon's orders. The dark temptations of this Nocturnal land proved far too appealing to them, and they overthrew the Shade Perilous while their Oathfather was occupied with weightier matters."
:::::::Okay. So you think Dagon will be none too pleased by what has happened here? And you Dremora are trying to distance yourself from Faydra Shardai and Xivilai Moath and their retainers, just in case the wrath of Dagon might fall upon them. "Yes. Faydra unleashed her Fire Daedra and Xivilai's unchained his Frost Daedra, granting them free rein to lay waste to this precious corner of the Nocturnal realm. They relished the chance to revenge themselves on their ancient enemies, the Nocturnals."
::::::::Well, you can't embark on a campaign of conquest without ruffling a few feathers. "Quite true, but they have gone too far, and must be chastened. Now that Battlespire is ours, we no longer need to hold this land. But many Daedra minions of Faydra and Xivilai decided that this land was now their domain, and remained here instead of continuing to the next step on the invasion route. They must be expunged and good order restored -- in order to redress the balance."
:::::::::What order and balance would that be? "The order to be restored is the order of the Nocturnals. As for the balance… well, that is more wisdom than you require."
::::::::::How do I go about expunging all these miscreant Daedra? "Invoke the names of their lords, and they will grow docile and circumspect. Exploit their divisions and they will fall like barley before the scythe."
:::::::::::How will that get me to my friend? "One who would free your friend must gain the secret of passage from Shade Perilous to the Chimera of Desolation through the fugitive, the Nocturnal Lieutenant, Jaciel Morgen. But I have said too much. No one must know of our discussion. I will deny all knowledge of our colloquy. Now be off. Count yourself luckiest among all mortals that we have deemed you useful to our purpose. For had our goals not come into alignment, the last wisps of steam would now be rising from your lacerated lungs."
::::::::::::I will never forget -- never -- the respect you have shown me and the candor with which you have shared your aims and means. I promise you that I will return the favor in time. Goodbye.
::::::::::::Thank you ever so much for the information, But excuse me if I take offense at your boorish threats, and insist on proving my honor upon your body with cold steel and hot sorcery. On guard!
::::::::::::I thank your lordship for such kindness. But tell me, who do you serve? Who is the prime mover behind your schemes? Surely not Lord Dagon himself? "That is not for you to know. All you need know is that I and my fellow Dremora serve the Exalted and Most Puissant Lord, Gerent of Dagon, Mehrunes."
:::::::::::::Yes. Well. That's all, then. Goodbye.
:I was planning to accept YOUR surrender, you arrogant imbecile!
After using the teleporter:
"We think you'll find this Quam Amulet of Passage useful. Now, if you have no further questions, I'll be leaving."
:Well, I have plenty of question for you, Mr. Mysterious. For one, what are you doing hanging around in this dead end tunnel? "Waiting for you. You are quite predictable. Now, it would be better if we were not seen together, so goodbye."
::Oh. So I'm predictable, eh? We'll see about that.
:Thanks for the amulet, but would you mind telling me WHY you're being so helpful? "It's just another of life's little mysteries, manling. But you're welcome. Good luck, and goodbye."
::Always a pleasure.
At the end of the level:
"Once again, you exceed our expectations. We did not expect you to find Jaciel."
:Really? Good, huh?
:I thought so. You never expected me to find her and get her help to leave. You just wanted to use me as a stick to beat the Fire and Frost Daedra with.
:"I will neither confirm nor deny your surmise."
::If you want my cooperation, you have to come clean with me. "We will tell you what you need to know."
:::Okay. I'm a big man. I can be humble. I'm begging you. What can you tell me? Give me something. A little scrap.
:::You tell me what I WANT to know, or you may find your tool turned against you in other hands.
:::"You test my patience, mortal!"
::::So why are you still talking to me? "Eh. Eh-hmm. A good point. Set aside the posturing. I have something to say to you. We Daedra have a standard joke about news, that there is no good news without bad news."
:::::We humans have a similar perception. "So. The bad news is that Dagon has your companion."
:::::What? When? How? "We don't know. All we know is that Vatasha Trenelle has been taken to Lord Dagon's hunting lodge. That is all we know."
::::::I see. And your good news? "We can help you rescue your friend. We will not tell you how, or where, or when, but will hold it as an incentive to your continued cooperation."
:::::::Such faithful and trusting allies you are. "Seek fairer allies if you can. And now, for more bad news. There will be a hunt. And you are the prey. Escape Shade Perilous, and you will be hunted within the Chimera of Desolation by the Rites of the Innocent Quarry."
::::::::That would be bad news. And the good news? "In the Hunt, there are rules. Turn those rules to your use. And on the ground, seek hidden resources. Seek a thing that once was a man. On him is the mantle of distinction. Be patient, heed him, and learn."
:::::::::Could you possibly be more obscure? "You are not to be trusted with more. You are bound by no oath or code, save your own self-interest. We risk much in our dealings with you. Do not look for more. If we deem it safe, we will leave you messages. Now I must go. You have done well so far. It would be very frightening for us to learn that you are the type, and not the exception, of humans. Farewell. And in the Hunt, good fortune."
::::::::::All right. I don't like it, but I don't have much choice. Farewell.
::::::::::I am trying to appreciate what you are doing. It would help if I could trust you and your boss. If there is common interest between us, you would be smart to make it plainer. Tell that to your boss. Goodbye.
:Yeah. And I know who your boss is, and can guess at your game. Imago Storm would be willing to see his Master Dagon cast low and himself raised high. Right? "Nonsense. There are none more loyal to Dagon as Imago Storm and all the Dremora clan. We simply hope to expedite the Battlespire campaign with as little disorder and unwarranted risk as possible."
::Sure. Maybe Lord Imago is content -- even comfortable -- as the power behind the throne. "Do not question my loyalty to Dagon, or the loyalty of my Lord, or you will answer for it."
:::Fine. I want to talk to Lord Imago. Where is he? "Perhaps you prize your pride overmuch. Perhaps I can help you reevaluate your true worth in the light of a good beating."
::::That suits me fine, tough guy. "You test my patience, mortal!"
:::Don't threaten me, or my feisty pride will overwhelm my natural good humor and civility. "You overestimate your value in our eyes. If Lord Imago wishes to see you, then you will see him."
::::If I'm going to be your pawn, there are things I need to know. "You test my patience, mortal!"
==Gallery==
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