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[godofschemes]

How I savored that wretch of Boethiah's submission to me. And so very close to Harkon's demise. The irony is not lost on me.

It will be most amusing to see him broken at the hands of the very champion he sired, and by the Mace of the Daedric Lord to whom he swore allegiance. A shame he was not more useful to me. Fitting that he will die by one who is.

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[lavoce]

[... Nope.]

[There is not enough "nope" in all of Skyrim to cover it.]

...Molag Bal.

[godofschemes]

Speak.

{ No little cage, this time. }

[lavoce]

I pity the wretch who summoned you.

[Daedric princes, man. Bad news all the way around.]

[godofschemes]

Pity. A loathsome trait of mortals.

This world is beneath me. I'm more fascinated by the idea that I am willingly brought into a mortal mind.

[lavoce]

It's served us well thus far.

You should not be here, Molag Bal. Leave the poor thing be. [Yes, the Dragonborn is in fact making shooing motions, like she's trying to get rid of a frustrating stray cat.]

[godofschemes]

It is one you would do well to abandon. Do not give me a reason to regret bestowing my Mace upon you.

{ Seriously, it's bad enough watching you take it into Apocrypha. }

Oh, I am afraid it is far too late for that.

[cheese_for_everyone]

Oh. Who invited you?

[godofschemes]

{ Oh, look, it's Sheogorath. Joy. }

The promise of power has always been a strong incentive for mortals to 'invite' me, Mad God.

[cheese_for_everyone]

Oh your mundane is hardly calling you for power. You're an interesting little bauble in their noggin'.

You're more likely to be put in a pink dress before they ever consider tryin' to make a deal with ya.

[godofschemes]

It matters not. I am already inside this little mortal's head. It is mine, now.