An open threat to the Guild of Mages
            Your days are at an end, your blind bureaucracy finished!  Your maggot-filled hearts will rot in the eaves of my inner sanctum, your flesh nothing more than tattered mort meat, your paltry souls forfeit.  I will consume you, each one.  The fell might of Lich ErandurVangaril will be your end!  Daedraeka! Mannimarco Daedroth Kvatch Mannimarco Erandur Vangaril Oblivion Tska Tska Takaesh!