Imago Storm: In taking Battlespire, our clan has overreached its resources and judgements.

A time of
change is coming -- It is written in the firmament -- And it is time to make fast and conserve our realm, not
to extend our grasp. Battlespire is a rich resource, and will be coveted by the other clans. We do not need
such distractions, especially as the Storms of Change come upon us. Is that clear?

Sinder Velvin: I can't understand why any of the Daedric clans have anything to do with mortals. Why
would even the least of Daedra answer a mortal Sorcerer's summons? And what on Tamriel could possibly
interest any of the Immortal Powers?

Imago Storm: Mortals are short-lived, ignorant, and feeble by contrast with the Daedra. But you mortals
are also potent engines of change and innovation, of desperate and reckless improvisation and industry.
Thus do we so prize the fruits of your mundane and arcane engineering. Thus do we bargain and plunder
and steal to gain these treasures. We have lived too long, and grow dull and complacent. You live too
short, and so are wonderfully sharp and inventive. Does that make sense?

I then decided to hear his proposal.

Imago Storm: Here's my proposal. I will give you the neonymics of Faydra, Xivilai -- And Lord Dagon. Do
you know what a neonymic is, and what it signifies?

Sinder Velvin: Heh, heh. I know a little about such things. The neonymic gives me the power to banish a
Daedric creature into Oblivion.

Imago Storm: You are correct in general. Actually, the incantation of the neonymic drains the vital force
from an immortal, forcing him to follow that force into Oblivion. There one abides until the vital force is
replenished. The experience is somewhat analogous to sleep for mortals. However, sleep is a normal
experience for mortals. It is NOT a normal experience for an immortal. Suffice it to say that it is as close to
the terror and despair of death as an immortal can come.
Sinder Velvin: So. You will give me the neonymics. And then?

Imago Storm: You will use those neonymics to cast them into Oblivion for the present. For reward, you
shall have your life, and the life of your companion. When Dagon is cast into the Void, you may take his
Amulet of Entry, pass into the Ward Sigil that hangs in his sanctuary, and thus be teleported back to
Battlespire, where you may pass through his Sigil there and return to Tamriel. Does that satisfy you?

Sinder Velvin: Very much. Too much to be true. But I know that I will not get a better offer from anyone
else, and I also know I am too ignorant of Daedric politics to be a significant player without your help. So
we have an agreement.

Imago Storm: Dagons incantory neonymic is Djehkeleho-dehbe-effehezepeh. Xivilais neonymic:

Wegerohseh-chehkohieu. Faydras Neonymic: Nepehkweh-kodo. I will give a document bearing the
appropriate neonymic, the Daedric characters, the transliteration into Tamrielic, and a phonetic
transcription to help you pronounce the phrases effectively.

He gave me his notes.

Dagons incantory neonymic is Djehkeleho-dehbe-effehezepeh. The Daedric

characters are Djeh Koh Leh Oh -- Deh Beh -- Feh Ee Zeh Peh, or, in Tamrielic,
JKLO-DB-FEZP.
Xivilais neonymic is Wegerohseh-chehkohieu. The Daedric characters are Weh
Geh Roh Seh -- Cheh Koh Eiu, or, in Tamrielic, WGRS-CKU.
Faydras Neonymic is Nepehkweh-kodo. The Daedric characters are Neh Peh
Kweh -- Koh Doh, or, in Tamrielic, NPK-KD.

Sinder Velvin: You think of everything. Which is quite terrifying.

Imago Storm: You have to trust me. You have no choice. I appreciate that. It must be very unpleasant.
And now here is one of the three keys to the gate. When all three keys are placed in the gate lantern in the
center of the chamber, this gate will carry you to Lord Dagon's Hunting Lodge, where your friend is held.
And the other two keys are held by Faydra Shardai and Xivilai Moath, so I know your path must cross
theirs.

Sinder Velvin: Thank you. An old man told me that I am a tool in the hands of the Gods. I thought it funny,
and cruel, at the time, but, as you suggest, the path the Gods have painted is unmistakable.

Imago Storm: They are your Gods, mortal, and none of my affair. There is no reason for us to speak
further. It has been a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps we shall meet again some day. Farewell, and good
fortune, mortal.

Sinder Velvin: Farewell.