Evil, you say? Self-righteous fool! Spare me your sanctimonious lecturing! There is no good in the world, save that which we give ourselves. But enough talk. I will show you the true meaning of power!

Father? My...father? Could it be that he still holds me dear to his heart? I...I only wanted to study magic, free from the laws of the Skaal. Necromancy was quick, and easy. The power it offers is so overwhelming. Here...take the Mantle of Woe! Destroy it! I have brought shame to my father. I will leave Solstheim, I will find a place to study magicka, true magicka. Tell my father his love has saved me. I will return to him some day, when I can truly make him proud.

Fool! Such power cannot be shared! I alone wear the Mantle of Woe! I alone am master of the dead! I shall slay you and add your corpse to my ranks!

I think not, stranger! You're finding me here was destiny. I seek to raise an army of the dead, and I need as many fresh corpses as I can get!

So, you seek the Mantle's power for your own? A dark duel it shall be, then!

The Mantle of Woe is now yours, %PCName. I urge you to destroy the robe, lest its dark power take hold over you as it did me.

Behold the vestments I now wear! When I read the old stories I had to learn the truth. Could it be that an item of such grand magicka lie so close at hand, in the caves beneath my very village? I could contain my eagerness no longer, and jumped into the well. I braved Rimhull's dangers, and at last my efforts were rewarded. Soon the dead shall walk, and Tymvaul the Dark shall lead them!

Behold the vestments I now wear! When I read the old stories I had to learn the truth. Could it be that an item of such grand magicka lie so close at hand, in the caves beneath my very village? I could contain my eagerness no longer, and jumped into the well. I braved Rimhull's dangers, and at last my efforts were rewarded. Soon the dead shall walk, and Tymvaul the Dark shall lead them!