I have already let you glimpse the true power of Oblivion once, mortal. You do not deserve any more, even if you could comprehend it. Pay me the tribute I am owed, however, and I may share with you the lesser powers I've learned. They are known to this realm, so even your lacking will should still suffice.

Excellent. At last, I shall soon be rid of these sightless fetters. By the next passing of the shadow-moon, all the Arena shall be open to me, and no other clan shall stand triumphant. Now, vassal, your reward. Face me, and do not look away. Feel the raw void-wrought flames sear your mind. Feel it in your fingertips and on your tongue. Do you understand? This is but a miniscule glimpse of the power of Oblivion. Now go. Use this power to dominate the weak, and bring them here so they may serve me.

Is that your pathetic imitation of insolence, servant? Do not act like you know rebellion, when you cannot even free yourself. Now do as I ordered.

I see you have returned with the soul of a Dremora Lord, and with the Indoril Clan's records of Marog in tow. Hand them over to me, and you will at last receive the power of Oblivion.

You come bearing the soul of a Dremora Lord, but you have not brought the records of Marog as I ordered. Your service to me is not complete. Leave, and return when you have done exactly as I commanded you.

You have obtained the records of Marog from the Indoril Clan, but you do not have the soul of a Dremora Lord. Your service to me is not complete. Leave, and return when you have done exactly as I commanded you.

There is no discussion. You will not partake in the power of Oblivion until you have given me what I require: the soul of a Dremora Lord, and the records of Marog. Leave now, and do as I command.

A wise choice. Now, my servant, the things I need from you are very simple. One: the soul of a Dremora Lord, a being of my nature strong enough to focus my ritual. Two: the records of Marog, to reveal the name of that foolish summoner which has heretofore been cravenly obscured from me. Even you should be able to manage this. Bring these things to me and I will grant you the power you seek.

Then you are an even greater fool than I thought. I have no use for fools, so unless you wish to recant your imbecilic position, unstay yourself from my domain and do not bother me again.

The powers I wield are beyond your mortal mind, but, luckily for you, I may deign to change that. You see, my foolish 'master,' fearful of my power, once sought to bind me to his will, but was unmade by it. I have prepared a ritual to sever his enchantments, but I still lack certain things which require venturing into your foul society. Such base errands are beyond my station, so you may be of use in them. Swear, upon penalty of body and soul, to serve me, and I may reward you with a sliver of my power.