Septimus Signus
- held items
- Name
Location Iron Dagger -
locations
| Hold | Town | Location |
|---|---|---|
| Winterhold Hold | - | Septimus Signus's Outpost |
Dialogue
(player): I've brought all the blood you require.
I can almost... hear them. I feel their life energy. Come, I will make the mixture.
(player): I heard you know about Elder Scrolls.
Elder Scrolls. Indeed.
The Empire. They absconded with them. Or so they think. The ones they saw. The ones they thought they saw.
I know of one. Forgotten. Sequestered.
But I cannot go to it, not poor Septimus, for I... I have arisen beyond its grasp.
Follow-up choices
(player): So, where is the Scroll?
Here.
Well, here as in this plane. Mundus. Tamriel. Nearby, relatively speaking.
On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby.
Follow-up choices
(player): Can you help me get the Elder Scroll or not?
One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Don't make me hurt you. Just tell me where it is.
Oh, a brutish one. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Are you... all right?
Oh, I am well. I will be well. Well to be within the will inside the walls.
Follow-up choices
(player): So, where is the Scroll?
Here.
Well, here as in this plane. Mundus. Tamriel. Nearby, relatively speaking.
On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby.
Follow-up choices
(player): Can you help me get the Elder Scroll or not?
One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Don't make me hurt you. Just tell me where it is.
Oh, a brutish one. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Why are you so eager to open the box?
The box contains the heart. The essence of a god.
I have devoted my life to the Elder Scrolls, but their knowledge is a passing awareness when compared to the encompassing mind of divinity.
The Dwemer were the last to touch it. It was thought to have been destroyed by the Nerevarine, but my lord told me otherwise.
Follow-up choices
(player): Who is your lord?
The Daedric prince of the unknown. Hermaeus Mora. I thought there were no secrets left to know. Until I first spoke to him.
He asks a price -- to work his will. A few murders, some dissent spread, a plague or two. For the secrets I can endure.
In time, he brought me here. To the box.
But he won't reveal how to open it. Maddening.
(player): What brings you to this remote place?
The ice entombs the heart. The bane of Kagrenac and Dagoth Ur.
To harness it is to know. The fundaments. The Dwemer lockbox hides it from me.
The Elder Scroll gives insight deeper than the deep ones, though. To bring about the opening.
Follow-up choices
(player): You have an Elder Scroll? Here?
I've seen enough to know their fabric. The warp of air, the weft of time.
But no, it is not in my possession.
Follow-up choices
(player): So, where is the Scroll?
Here.
Well, here as in this plane. Mundus. Tamriel. Nearby, relatively speaking.
On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby.
Follow-up choices
(player): Can you help me get the Elder Scroll or not?
One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Don't make me hurt you. Just tell me where it is.
Oh, a brutish one. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Are you... all right?
Oh, I am well. I will be well. Well to be within the will inside the walls.
Follow-up choices
(player): So, where is the Scroll?
Here.
Well, here as in this plane. Mundus. Tamriel. Nearby, relatively speaking.
On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby.
Follow-up choices
(player): Can you help me get the Elder Scroll or not?
One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Don't make me hurt you. Just tell me where it is.
Oh, a brutish one. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): I have inscribed the lexicon.
Extraordinary. I see it now.
The sealing structure interlocks in the tiniest fractals.
Dwemer blood can loose the hooks, but none alive remain to bear it.
A panoply of their brethren could gather to form a facsimile. A trick. Something they didn't anticipate, no, not even them.
The blood of Altmer, Bosmer, Dunmer, Falmer, and Orsimer. The elves still living provide the key.
Bear you hence this extractor. It will drink the fresh blood of elves. Come when its set is complete.
(player): I have inscribed the lexicon.
Oh, but the Dwemer had more than even Septimus expected.
This will take time to decryptify. Be on your way, and Septimus will find you if he has further need.
(player): Where is this "Blackreach"?
Under deep. Below the dark. The hidden keep. Tower Mzark.
Alftand. The point of puncture, of first entry, of the tapping.
Delve to its limits, and Blackreach lies just beyond.
But not all can enter there. Only Septimus knows the hidden key to loose the lock to jump beneath the deathly rock.
Follow-up choices
(player): How do I get in?
Two things I have for you. Two shapes. One edged, one round.
The round one, for tuning. Dwemer music is soft and subtle, and needed to open their cleverest gates.
The edged lexicon, for inscribing. To us, a hunk of metal. To the Dwemer, a full library of knowings. But... empty.
Find Mzark and its sky-dome. The machinations there will read the Scroll and lay the lore upon the cube.
Trust Septimus. He knows you can know.
(player): So, where is the Scroll?
Here.
Well, here as in this plane. Mundus. Tamriel. Nearby, relatively speaking.
On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby.
Follow-up choices
(player): Can you help me get the Elder Scroll or not?
One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): Don't make me hurt you. Just tell me where it is.
Oh, a brutish one. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Follow-up choices
(player): What do you want?
You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings.
Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer.
Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies.
Have you heard of Blackreach? "Cast upon where Dwemer cities slept, the yearning spire hidden learnings kept."
(player): What do you want with the Elder Scroll?
Ooooh, an observant one. How clever to ask of Septimus.
This Dwemer lockbox. Look upon it and wonder.
Inside is the heart. The heart of a god! The heart of you. And me.
But it was hidden away. Not by the Dwarves, you see. They were already gone.
Someone else. Unseen. Unknown. Found the heart, and with a flair for the ironical, used Dwarven trickery to lock it away.
The scroll will give the deep vision needed to open it.
For not even the strongest machinations of the Dwemer can hold off the all-sight given by an Elder Scroll.
(player): Who is your lord?
The Daedric prince of the unknown. Hermaeus Mora. I thought there were no secrets left to know. Until I first spoke to him.
He asks a price -- to work his will. A few murders, some dissent spread, a plague or two. For the secrets I can endure.
In time, he brought me here. To the box.
But he won't reveal how to open it. Maddening.
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Technical data
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- DA04Septimus