Molag Bal
Dialogue
(player): A mace? This is hardly a fitting prize.
Know your place, mortal. Or Molag Bal may just send another champion to claim his mace from your broken corpse.
Now, I have a soul in Oblivion to claim. Take care of the house while I'm gone. Ha ha ha!
(player): Thank you, Lord Molag Bal.
Now, I have a soul in Oblivion that needs claiming. Take care of the house while I'm gone. Ha ha ha!
(player): A mace. It's rusted.
Rusted. Dry. There was a time when this mace dripped with the blood of the feeble and the worthless.
But a Daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. Left it here to decay. Until you came.
Follow-up choices
(player): You want revenge on Boethiah?
Revenge? No. I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul.
He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot.
Save him. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him.
(player): I never wanted to help you. Let me go!
Fine. I offered you a reward. You'll get the freedom your kind enjoys so much.
But Boethiah's priest is imprisoned as well. But not by me. He is hurt. Suffering.
Save him. Let him perform his rites one more time. And when he does, I will be waiting for him.
(player): It's an altar.
Yes. It's an altar. Men would come and sacrifice the wretched in my name. The weak would be punished by the strong.
But a Daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate the altar. Until you came.
Follow-up choices
(player): You want revenge on Boethiah?
Revenge? No. I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul.
He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot.
Save him. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him.
(player): I never wanted to help you. Let me go!
Fine. I offered you a reward. You'll get the freedom your kind enjoys so much.
But Boethiah's priest is imprisoned as well. But not by me. He is hurt. Suffering.
Save him. Let him perform his rites one more time. And when he does, I will be waiting for him.
(player): I only see the spikes of this trap.
Sharp, aren't they? This was the last thing many saw before they were sacrificed in my name.
But a Daedric Lord has his enemies, and my rival Boethiah had her priest desecrate it. So long since it's tasted blood. Until you came.
Follow-up choices
(player): You want revenge on Boethiah?
Revenge? No. I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul.
He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot.
Save him. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him.
(player): I never wanted to help you. Let me go!
Fine. I offered you a reward. You'll get the freedom your kind enjoys so much.
But Boethiah's priest is imprisoned as well. But not by me. He is hurt. Suffering.
Save him. Let him perform his rites one more time. And when he does, I will be waiting for him.
(player): I never wanted to help you. Let me go!
Fine. I offered you a reward. You'll get the freedom your kind enjoys so much.
But Boethiah's priest is imprisoned as well. But not by me. He is hurt. Suffering.
Save him. Let him perform his rites one more time. And when he does, I will be waiting for him.
(player): You want revenge on Boethiah?
Revenge? No. I want submission. I want the priest who did this to bend his knee and give me his soul.
He comes by to perform Boethiah's insulting rites at my altar, but he's been missing. Captured and bound. Left to rot.
Save him. Let him perform his rite one more time. And when he does, we will be waiting for him.
Mortal. I give you my mace, in all its rusted spitefulness.
Crush the spirit from Logrolf's bones. Make him bend to me.
Ah. But I have my own champion this time, Logrolf.
The Mace of Molag Bal! I give you its true power, mortal.
When your enemies lie broken and bloody before you, know that I will be watching.
Follow-up choices
(player): Thank you, Lord Molag Bal.
Now, I have a soul in Oblivion that needs claiming. Take care of the house while I'm gone. Ha ha ha!
(player): A mace? This is hardly a fitting prize.
Know your place, mortal. Or Molag Bal may just send another champion to claim his mace from your broken corpse.
Now, I have a soul in Oblivion to claim. Take care of the house while I'm gone. Ha ha ha!
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