It took all of her energy, but Psylia was able to pull it off due to the purity of her Altmer blood and a few magical trinkets she had discovered in her travels. Today she had finally gathered all the required supplies and set up a summoning circle in a secluded spot within the Lake Arrius caverns. She hastily copied down the translation and left before being noticed. Much to her delight it detailed a ritual for summoning a Daedra, specifically, one that specialized in luring men to their doom. It was a translation of an ancient page from some obscure magical language. Psylia had carefully approached when nobody was watching and taken a peek at what Ruma was working on. The Camoran woman had been pouring over dusty tomes late into the night and fell asleep at the desk. It all started when curiosity got the better of her during a visit from the Master’s daughter, Ruma. Even if it was simple malevolence, the warden of the Mehrunes Dagon’s shrine would soon learn not to lord his authority over his initiates. Perhaps it was simply giving the new girl a hard time, or maybe as a Dunmer he resented all high elves. Psylia could hardly contain her excitement, she would finally show that bastard Harrow what she was truly worth.
“Never accept a freely given gift from a summoned dremora” *If you don’t want to hear the music, scroll down to the embedded video at the bottom and click pause
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