Eldrasea Deras
My Master waits for you in Mournhold Tribunal Temple. A word of advice: don't keep him waiting for long.
Vestige
Who is Divayth Fyr?
Eldrasea Deras
Only the most powerful mage in Tamriel.
Lord Fyr has walked the roads of Nirn for millennia, pluming the deepest mysteries of the aurbis. He strides between Mundus and Oblivion with ease. Daedric Princes tremble at the mere mention of his name.
Vestige
If he's that powerful, why does he need me?
Eldrasea Deras
It's not my place to question dis decisions. He ordered me to find you, and I obeyed.
Lord Fyr values diverse perspectives, but he has few mortal peers. So he often breaks bread with ... unusual people. Perhaps you strike him as unusual.
The Vestige leaves to go to Divayth Fyr
Divayth Fyr
Upon nearing Divayth in the Mournhold temple, the master wizard greets the Vestige.
Ah, you've arrived at last. Come forward, we have much to discuss.
The Vestige approaches Divayth Fyr.
You've arrived. I am Divayth Fyr, wizard-lord of Tel Fyr. I trust no further introduction is necessary?
I see a Daedric artifact. It lies hidden in a brass city filled with danger, curiosity, and contradiction. You will accompany me, if you wish.
Vestige
What exactly would I be signing up for?
Divayth Fyr
A voyage that only a few have ever undertaken. We will travel to Sotha Sil's peculiar experiment—the Clockwork City.
I have inquiries to make. You will assist me.
Vestige
You know how to reach the Clockwork City?
Divayth Fyr
I do. The Tribunes are not so clever that they could hide such a place from me for long.
The city is quite close ... and also very far away. Just the first of Sotha Sil's many paradoxes. If you choose to join me, be prepared for many more.
Vestige
Why ask me to help?
Divayth Fyr
The future holds its secrets close, but I have scried glimpses. Your spirit strides alongside of those of anointed kings and heroes. Trust me—you walk the path to power.
Don't believe me? Good. A healthy dose of skepticism will serve you well.
Vestige
All right, I'll work with you.
Divayth Fyr
Of course you will. Naturally, you have questions. Alas, they will have to wait. Servants of the Tribunal do not look kindly on blasphemous journeys like this one.
Meet me at the waterfall north of the city. We can discuss the details there.
The Vestige departs from Divayth to meet him at the waterfall.
Divayth Fyr
My companion arrives at last. Now then, our journey beings in this dreary little cave. Quite a surprise, yes? Believe me, it won't be the last.
We can speak freely here, but do make it brief. All this natural splendor is just ... tedious.
Vestige
You mentioned Sotha Sil. Who is he?
Divayth Fyr
The Father of Mysteries, the Clockwork God, the Tinkerer, and other such banal titles.
Sotha Sil, or Seht, is a member of the Dark Elf Tribunal. He reigns over Morrowind as the god of craft and sorcery—the wisest and most reclusive of the Three.
Vestige
Do you know him well?
Divayth Fyr
Ha! No one truly knows Sotha Sil—not even his hordes of wild-eyed worshipers.
I studied with him before his ascent, and even then he defied comprehension. His only true peer was Indoril Nerevar. Such a shame what happened to him.
Vestige
Indoril Nerevar?
Divayth Fyr
Indeed. Saint Nerevar the Captain. Our king and greatest champion for a time.
He died, tragically, during a journey to the heart of Red Mountain. It was all very sudden. Some believe his retainer, Dagoth Ur, struck the mortal blow. Others ...
Vestige
What do the others think?
Divayth Fyr
Some believe that Sotha Sil, Vivec, and Almalexia murdered Nerevar so they could take divine power for themselves.
Who's to say what really happened? In any event, Sotha Sil emerged from the mountain even more inscrutable than before.
Vestige
What do you think happened?
Divayth Fyr
I think it's irrelevant.
The silence of Sotha Sil may come from a place of grief and deep regret. It might be a side-effect of this fierce obsessions. Perhaps both? How he became a god is no concern of mine. I respect his knowledge, nothing more.
Vestige
Why did Sotha Sil hide the Clockwork City here?
Divayth Fyr
Sotha Sil hides everything. But more to your point, it's not just a city. It's an incomprehensibly powerful world-shaping device. Can't leave that sort of thing lying about, can you?
Also, Almalexia worries about how it reflects on her divinity.
Vestige
Almalexia?
Divayth Fyr
Yes, Sil's fellow tribune.
A machine can be studied and perhaps understood in time. She fears that by reducing their divinity to a machine, Sotha Sil lessens the mystique of their godhood. To his great credit, Sil largely ignores these concerns.
Vestige
What do you hope to find in Clockwork City?
Divayth Fyr
A Daedric artifact. I take a keen interest in all such objects, but this one seems especially significant. You see, nearly everyone who searches for it winds up dead.
I suspect that someone or something hid this artifact away in the Clockwork City.
Vestige
Are you concerned about seeking an object that got other people killed?
Divayth Fyr
Other people are not Divayth Fyr. I've not lived this long by shying away from dangerous relics.
Anyway, if this artifact inspired someone to slaughter scores of mages, it's clearly something worth investigating.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige enter the cave.
Hmm. Even draftier than I remembered. Follow me.
The Vestige follows Divayth Fyr.
Welcome to the Dwarven hold of Bamz-Amschend ... such as it is. Ironic that Ayem's holy city of Mournhold has Dwemeric roots, don't you think?
The Vestige continues to follow Divayth Fyr through the cave, to scaffolding.
Curious. Practically no one knows this route, but this scaffolding looks new. Built by rogue ordinators, perhaps? Stay watchful.
The Vestige continues to follow Divayth Fyr.
Sotha Sil always did admire Dwarven industry, albeit quietly. Perhaps that's why he built his city here.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige approach a lift.
This lift will take us to the nethermost depths of the ruin, and to our destination. Come along.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige reach the bottom of the lift.
Do you see it, just across the ravine? That's our door.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige approach the Clockwork Globe, guarded by factotums.
Sotha Sil's factotums still remember me. How touching.
I'd say prepare yourself, but nothing can prepare you for what's to come. Touch the sphere. The Clockwork City awaits.
The Vestige touches the Clockwork Globe, followed by Divayth Fyr. Together they teleport to an unknown location.
What in the ... This is not the Brass Fortress.
Divayth's shadow suddenly rips out of his body.
My shadow! My power! Don't let it escape!
Factotums activate around the Vestige and Divayth Fyr.
Factotums. They're activating!
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige defeat the Factotums.
Fetching scrapheaps ... My shadow remains close. We must hurry!
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige chase after Divayth Fyr's Shadow, until Divayth goes into the next chamber. The Vestige asks him about what happened.
Perhaps I failed to impress the gravity of our situation upon you. If my shadow gets away, we may never escape this place. So if you have something to say, say it quickly.
Vestige
Was that really your shadow?
Divayth Fyr
Yes—and perhaps something more. In removing my shadow our attacker removed some vital part of my animus. My soul, in the common parlance. Without it, my power is severely diminished.
Needless to say, this will not do.
Vestige
Do you know how to recover your shadow?
Divayth Fyr
This may surprise you, but I've never had my shadow ripped from my body. Even so, I will devise a solution. Don't trouble yourself with the finer details. Just be prepared to fight.
Much will depend on your ability. Do not fail me.
Vestige
Do you have any idea what sent us here?
Divayth Fyr
Not yet. We should have translocated directly to the Brass Fortress—Sil's chief municipality here in the Clockwork City. But somehow we ended up here. Vexing.
Vestige
How do we get out of here?
Divayth Fyr
One step at a time, if you please.
We need only to find a landmark, or a map ... or something. Once I determine where we are, it won't take long to find an exit. Just leave that to me. You focus on these traps.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige continue to chase Divayth Fyr's Shadow.
The Vestige triggers a knife trap.
Divayth Fyr
Well done. Killed by spinning knives is not an epitaph worthy of Divayth Fyr.
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige continue to chase Divayth Fyr's Shadow.
Divayth Fyr
I recognize this place now. The Pneumatic Forge. We should leave as soon as possible.
Divayth Fyr catch up to Divayth Fyr's Shadow and fight it.
At last! Defeat this monstrosity, but don't kill it. I must reclaim my power.
After Divayth Fyr's Shadow is defeated, he recites an incantation to reattach it to his body.
Maliad, khebeit tehir! Devahrokad sint molad!
Divayth's shadow re-enters him.
Finally. You never know how much you miss a thing until it tries to kill you.
More factotums appear.
More ridiculous machines? I've had enough of this!
Divayth Fyr and the Vestige defeat the factotums, and then leave, going outside.
Behold, the Clockwork City. Finally. Sotha Sil's Brass Fortress waits at the end of this road.
We should go there at once. I'm keen to find out who sent us on that delightful jaunt through the Pneumatis.
The Vestige decided to talk to Divayth a little bit more before moving on.
Follow this road to the Brass Fortress. When you see the wayshrine, veer north ... or what passes for north here.
If you have other business to attend to, I'll not stop you. Just meet me at the gates to the fortress when you're ready to proceed.
Vestige
Are you all right?
Divayth Fyr
Concerned for my well-being? Touching. With time, I should make a full recovery.
You preformed admirably in there. I must admit, I had my doubts. But don't worry—I have doubts about practically everyone.
Vestige
Any new ideas about what disrupted our travel?
Divayth Fyr
No.
I hoped that in reclaiming my shadow, I might catch a glimpse of our adversary or my prize. Alas, nothing. Seems we'll have to conduct inquiries the old fashioned way.
Vestige
What was that about your prize?
Divayth Fyr
Have you forgotten so soon?
I came to the Clockwork City in search of a Daedric artifact. Our misadventures in the Pneumatis and this mysterious relic share a common point of origin, I'm certain. Now it's just a matter of rooting it out.
The Vestige travels to the gates of the Brass Fortress to meet Divayth Fyr, who then approaches the gate, and is met by Proctor Luciana Pullo, with her weapon drawn.
Proctor Luciana Pullo
Divayth Fyr! I warned you never to come back!
Divayth Fyr
Luciana Pullo. Hospitable as ever. Go talk to her. I'll not waste my time speaking with a petulant toy soldier.
The Vestige goes to talk to Proctor Luciana Pullo.
Proctor Luciana Pullo
Hold there, friend of Fyr. I am Proctor Luciana Pullo, of the Clockwork Apostles.
I don't know how you and this egomaniac breached Lord Seht's celestiodorome, but I won't have non-citizens stirring up mischief in the Brass Fortress.
Vestige
How can I become a citizen?
Proctor Luciana Pullo
Only just arrived and already trying to grease the gears?
New arrivals must secure an endorsement from a citizen in good standing. I'm prepared to overlook your atrocious choice in companions if you can find a sponsor. Until then, you are tarnished.
Vestige
How do I get a citizen to sponsor me?
Proctor Luciana Pullo
That's for you to find out. Not many citizens will risk their reputation on a green-healed stranger—and you'll find no comfort from me. Maybe you should confer with the other tarnished over there.
In the meantime, obey the law. I'll be watching.
Vestige
Fair enough.
The Vestige goes back over to Divayth Fyr.
Divayth Fyr
Luciana clearly hasn't lost her charming demeanor. Predictable.
Vestige
It seems I won't be welcome in the city until I've found a sponsor.
Divayth Fyr
Ah yes, their bizarre sponsorship custom. I forgot about that little wrinkle. As a friend and peer of Sotha Sil, I come and go as I please.
I suppose it would be best for you to wait out here. If I need you again, I will find you.
Vestige
Can't you sponsor me?
Divayth Fyr
I'm not a citizen. And even if I were, I'd not waste time wading through their opaque bureaucracy. You've proven yourself to be more than capable. I have no doubt you'll figure something out.
Gain your sponsorship. We will speak again soon.
