"YOU WILL KILL, or you will die!"
"No, I won't kill."
"Say your prayers orc!"
Without thinking, Shakh swung his massive battle-axe and it landed right on the vigilant's shoulder.
"Yes. Your reward is waiting for you, mortal. Further down, in the basement."
Shakh followed the voice further down into the basement. There lay an alter, with a rusty mace standing atop it.
He reached for the mace when spikes came up from the ground, surrounding him, trapping Shakh in a cage.
"Fool! Did you think Molag Bal, the Lord of Domination, would so easily reward you? No, I didn't think so... Now you're going to do something for me, join me, join my army. The deadra are going to take over Nirn and I'm giving you an option...
1. Join the deadric army.
or
2. Die, when the deadras rise up and destroy Nirn!"
"Idiot, why would I join you, you are the world's enemy, I will never bend my knee to the deadras!"
"Heh, I thought you would refuse, unfortunately for you, I have a plan!"
Shakh suddenly felt a weird feeling inside of him. Then he felt nothing but the urge to fight.
"I am yours, Molag Bal, lord of domination, give me orders. I bend my knee to the Deadras!"