Due to this expertise you will be pointed towards him during the quest Elder Knowledge. He will offer to help you out if you do him a 'favor' in return, helping him unlock the Dwemer lockbox in the outpost as part of his own quest, Discerning the Transmundane.
His lonely life in the outpost consists of nothing but pacing around the cave, without ever eating or sleeping. The only exception occurs during the final stages of Discerning the Transmundane when he finally manages to unlock the Dwemer lockbox.
Septimus wears blue mage robes and a pair of boots and carries an iron dagger. If you provoke him into attacking you, he will use taunts such as: "Your depths will open to the mind!
When you locate Septimus Signus's Outpost , a small ice cavern on a remote island in the Sea of Ghosts , you will find the former College scholar pacing around inside, seemingly obsessed with a huge cube with a strange lock. Something is clearly wrong with Septimus, as he will ramble to himself: "Dig, Dwemer, in the beyond. I'll know your lost unknown and rise to your depths. It was and is the maximal apex.
My feet were set upon the rock but it turned to mud and drew me down. Two options are available. When asked what he is doing out here, he will answer: "The ice entombs the heart.
The bane of Kagrenac and Dagoth Ur. To harness it is to know. The fundaments. The Dwemer lockbox hides it from me. The Elder Scroll gives insight deeper than the deep ones, though. To bring about the opening. The warp of air, the weft of time. But no, it is not in my possession. The Empire. They absconded with them. Or so they think. The ones they saw.
The ones they thought they saw. I know of one. But I cannot go to it, not poor Septimus, for I I have arisen beyond its grasp. Regardless of your previous choice of topic, two options are now available; either ask where the scroll is, or ask Septimus if he is all right. The latter option will net you: "Oh, I am well. I will be well.
Well to be within the will inside the walls. Well, here as in this plane. Nearby, relatively speaking. On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby. The patient response will make him say: "One block lifts the other. Septimus will give what you want, but you must bring him something in return.
Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each. While you need the Elder Scroll , Septimus needs the knowledge it possesses so he can open his Dwemer lockbox: "You see this masterwork of the Dwemer. Deep inside their greatest knowings. Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer. Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls.
In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies. Have you heard of Blackreach? Below the dark. The hidden keep. Tower Mzark. The ones they saw.
The ones they thought they saw. I know of one. But I cannot go to it, not poor Septimus, for I I have arisen beyond its grasp. The bane of Kagrenac and Dagoth Ur. To harness it is to know. The fundaments. The Dwemer lockbox hides it from me.
The Elder Scroll gives insight deeper than the deep ones, though. To bring about the opening. The warp of air, the weft of time. But no, it is not in my possession. Well, here as in this plane. Nearby, relatively speaking. On the cosmological scale, it's all nearby. I will be well. Well to be within the will inside the walls.
Septimus will give you what you want, but you must bring him something in return. Just tell me where it is. Septimus has no fear of you. But as one block raises another, perhaps ourselves could help us each.
Deep inside their greatest knowings. Septimus is clever among men, but he is but an idiot child compared to the dullest of the Dwemer. Lucky then they left behind their own way of reading the Elder Scrolls. In the depths of Blackreach one yet lies. Have you heard of Blackreach? Below the dark. The hidden keep. Tower Mzark. The point of puncture, of first entry, of the tapping.
Delve to its limits, and Blackreach lies just beyond. But not all can enter there. Only Septimus knows the hidden key to loose the lock to jump beneath the deathly rock. Two shapes. One edged, one round. The round one, for tuning. Dwemer music is soft and subtle, and needed to open their cleverest gates.
The edged lexicon, for inscribing. To us, a hunk of metal. To the Dwemer, a full library of knowings. Find Mzark and its sky-dome. The machinations there will read the Scroll and lay the lore upon the cube.
Trust Septimus. He knows you can know. It plays the attitude of notes proper for opening. Can you not hear it? An emphatic no. I think I may have pressured him for too long, because he eventually snapped and shouted for another priest to enter. I felt kind of bad for Invictus, but those thoughts soon left my mind as he returned with an aged leather bound journal.
It began that way. I opened to the title page. Ruminations on the Elder Scrolls, by Septimus Signus. It was set to be published in a couple decades. But, when you started asking your incessant questions, I knew that it had to be real. I read the words on the page. So I threw the book into the fire and left the White-Gold Tower in a haste.
I returned to the College of Winterhold and took Archmage Aren up on his offer. I needed to study the Elder Scrolls, to see if this self-fulfilling prophecy could be averted. From what I understand, the Dwemer were on to the same concept I think they were trying to mantle this being, but were interrupted by their disappearance or is their disappearance the result of their experiment?
In any case, however, I have yet to lay eyes on an actual Scroll. I have a lead on one. A man I met the other day, claiming to be a Daedric Prince would you believe that? Take care, my dear Colette. And no matter what those other mages say, Restoration is a perfectly valid school of magic! This piece was written for our 20th anniversary fan art contest!
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