"The Dwemer just could not help themselves. They have the heart of a god and rather than prostrate themselves in supplication or appreciate its glory, they take tools to it like ore to be mined. Blasphemy. They scoffed at our rites, dismissed our worship of the Four Good Daedra as the folly of superstition. Well, now Hortator Nerevar is marshaling his forces to confront the Dwemer king for this blatant betrayal. I was one of many who joined Nerevar's queen, Almalexia, in warning him against trusting these godless Dwemer. Their friendship persisted, but this cannot be ignored. The queen commanded me to muster all of Boethia's devout to exact bloody vengeance against the Dwemer across all of Vardenfell. Blood will flow. Oblivion take these clerics of science and reason. Oblivion take their works, their automata, and their great labyrinth cities. May they be consigned to dust. Glory to Boethia."
-Tisa Zohas, Acolyte of Boethia
"The Dwemer just could not help themselves. They have the heart of a god and rather than prostrate themselves in supplication or appreciate its glory, they take tools to it like ore to be mined. Blasphemy. They scoffed at our rites, dismissed our worship of the Four Good Daedra as the folly of superstition. Well, now Hortator Nerevar is marshaling his forces to confront the Dwemer king for this blatant betrayal. I was one of many who joined Nerevar's queen, Almalexia, in warning him against trusting these godless Dwemer. Their friendship persisted, but this cannot be ignored. The queen commanded me to muster all of Boethia's devout to exact bloody vengeance against the Dwemer across all of Vardenfell. Blood will flow. Oblivion take these clerics of science and reason. Oblivion take their works, their automata, and their great labyrinth cities. May they be consigned to dust. Glory to Boethia." -Tisa Zohas, Acolyte of Boethia