The White Man smirked, his utterly hairless face pulling into a smile, revealing his perfectly white teeth once more. "Well, I'm afraid there is not much to tell. I'm a humble traveler that aids any who require it. And there will be no calling me 'Lord' or 'Sir'. I am your humble servant, and only wish to aid this fine land in surviving the coming storm." Briseen himself gave a quick nod to Beth's question, then turned to the White Man. "Tell them what you told me." Mr. White grinned once more and took a seat once more. "As my dear reptilian friend may have told you, the greatest evil Tamriel, nay, the entirety of this world, including the planes of Oblivion, has ever seen is fast approaching." His expression was suddenly grim and serious, almost frighteningly so. "I'm referring to the realm of the most vile creatures you ever heard of, the realm of the Great Old Ones, and their deities, the Outer Gods. Your Nine Divines are nothing to the Outer Gods. And yes, there are Nine of your Divines, no matter what the pretentious Thalmor try to say. I know this to be true, for I have met the Nine Divines. But forgive me, I'm going off on a tangent once more. Among the first Outer Gods to try to come through is the Dread Lord, Cthulhu, who is the weakest of them. If he makes it through, all will be lost for the mortal races of Nirn, for his very presence shall burn the minds of all mortals who reside here. Following Cthulhu is the terrible might of Yog'Sothoth, lord of the Outer Gods, and the mindless Azathoth, the two of which will wipe out the Daedric Princes and the Nine Divines. After this world is wiped clean, they will let the Great Old Ones through, and they will rule in this world just as they once did on a world called Earth, before they lost it to Men. We can stop this, however, for I have an edge they could never have foreseen." He reached into his coat and, somehow, produced a very large book that was about a foot and a half long and a foot wide, and several hundred pages thick. It was similar in appearance to the Black Books written by Hermaeus Mora, only this was the brown color of freshly tanned leather. It was clasped with a heavy iron clasp, and clad with thick iron strips on the spine. There was no title on this book, but none of the adventurers would recognize this grimoire. "This... is the Necronomicon. It is the source for all knowledge pertaining to the occult, and has several nods to your Daedric Princes, citing them as once being slaves to the Great Old Ones, and how they escaped across dimensional barriers and ruled over their plane of 'Oblivion', as they called it. After thousands of years, long before Man, Mer, or Beast walked this world, even they forgot their enslavement. But now, Hermaeus Mora has caught wind of their return, and gave warning to his fellow Princes. For this awoke a terrible fear within him, for only the Prince of Knowledge and Fate remembered, for it is his duty to remember. He has... employed me to stop this, but I cannot do it alone. That's where you come in. You will help me gather the resources and materials to suppress this return, and deal with any incidents that the thinning dimensional barriers would create. Surely, you have heard the reports of Daedric Cults descending into pure madness, chanting in a strange language that even their Prince does not understand. You are the people who will aid me in bringing these incidents to a halt, if you decide to remain with me. You need not feel as though I am forcing you to help me, but I will reward you greatly for your aid." However, despite his assurance, something about him coaxed his listeners to follow him, influencing them to accept. It was subliminal, nigh undetectable, as though he were distorting space around him to suit his needs, and these distortions subtly influence the thoughts of those who listen to him speak. Pushing them in the direction he wanted them to go in.
