Recovered records of Molag Bal's conquests by Follower Nivilral

I detest hiding like a burrowed worm when I can feel the whispers of Molag Bal call to me. His essence still lingers in places that have met the sweet embrace of his dark anchors.

I've been far too patient. The College of Rituals may be my refuge, but Molag Bal, Prince of Domination, is my savior. His sites of conquest must hold bountiful knowledge that may help us with our plans for Solstice. And I owe it to the master, for his conquests forged my path.

First Era, The Consuming of Moonhenge

Such primitive folk. I shudder over the fact that we even bear some form of resemblance. Unfortunately, I had to put on my best face and speak to some of the Wood Elf tree-jumpers in Greenshade to find this place. Moonhenge, now nothing but an Ayleid ruin that bears the faint scent of Molag Bal's flames.

Nothing short of righteous justice. Suddenly ceasing offerings to the Dark Master should surely bear fair consequence. The disrespect! I gathered whatever bones that were spared and made sure every granule met my own flame.

First Era, The Sloads' Coral Tower

I've never been fond of sailing. The journey from Solstice to the mainland was excruciating enough. And yet when I found what was left of the Sloads' Tower, I was content. Such marvelous destruction.

To think, Molag Bal cast a maelstrom here one era ago during a trivial battle between the All-Flags Navy and the Sload, nearly pulling half the navy and parts of the tower into his realm! Surely, he must have had a strong reason.

How I wish I could have had the honor of bearing witness—no, being part of such a spectacle.

First Era, Haj Uxith

A testament to Molag Bal's kind heart and his even craftier mind. Those abominations should be grateful they were even blessed by the Prince himself to set foot in his realm, let alone save their precious little Hist tree and colony from whatever they were so afraid of.

If only I could see it myself. Only those higher in rank are allowed to travel to the vast planes of Coldharbour. What little I know about this conquest has only come from the uptight brains I've picked that were fortunate enough to see what's left of the colony.

It's said the Daedra in Coldharbour extract sap from their Hist Tree. Was that your plan all along, my Lord? Had you always wanted a Hist Tree? How patient you must have been for an opportunity like this. I could never.

Second Era, The Planemeld

A divine moment when nearly all of Tamriel felt the dread lord's dark anchors. After visiting various regions where they were once present, I learned of a group called "The Five Companions" that foiled these plans, who helped a figure they called "The Vestige" take back what pieces of Nirn that were rightfully yours to claim.

I can feel my heart throb at such insolence.

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Why, my lord? Why did you not bless Solstice with your presence? Why leave us from your conquests? It was only by hearing of them that I decided to take a stand and break free from this mundane life I live. Had you graced us with your anchors, I know I would've seen your truth and defended it. Do you not know how much we've done for you? How much I've sacrificed?

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Yes, of course. Forgive me, my lord. Once again, my impatience has blinded me.

You knew of my existence, didn't you? You wanted me to watch and continue your plans should the unthinkable happen.

And it shall, Dark Master. Your patience shall finally be rewarded, as will mine.