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"Lord Dagon is less then pleased at its loss..." -- Grumpy Dremora

Conjuration Master Phinis Gestor, carefully laid out the exhaustive details of the ritual, while profusely warning me of the dangers of trafficking with unbound Dremora. I heeded his advise by wearing my armour and casting an ebonyflesh spell that Master Tolfdir had taught me, just as a healthy precaution. While chanting the necessary formula for the evocation, I focused all my concentration on the seal before me lined with candles and felt my vision began to blur and my senses became disoriented; urgent voices and desperate whispers deafened my hearing and dominated my mind. And then, almost like paper being torn or glass shattering, I felt the icy touch of Oblivion rip into Mundus... and then poised before me within the prearranged circle, a Dremora Lord took shape. By his face I could tell the tone of how this was going to go... He was neither amused, nor pleased by his sudden change in scenery. I immediately proclaimed my intentions and demanded his obedience; he responded as any sane man would expect, by cackling an acidic laugh of contempt and immediately drew his sword, a slick and oily crescent blade, black as sin. I forced a gulp down my suddenly very dry throat and, slammed the butt of my ebony staff onto the ground and immediately called twin storm atronachs to my defense. Even with a face as contorted with rage and hostility as his, I was able to scry the faintest glimmer of hesitation and doubt cloud his demonic face. 

I had learned years ago that everything, whether it be man or mer, dead or alive, - everything - in existence has an antithesis and for every strength, there is always an equal and corresponding weakness. One does not attack a massive host before him head-on, but instead uses guile, formlessness and subterfuge as his allies and only the fool fights fire, with fire. Similarly, it is not commonly well known but the Dremora dislike thunder and lightening... oh, yes... and I used that to my full advantage. 

After calling the twin electrical elementals to serve me, he immediately ignored me and focused his attention of what he perceived to be the greater threat. An understandable albeit fatal error that I had every intention of taking advantage of. I thrust my black staff into the sky repeatedly calling out to the snowy heavens above me, and viciously stabbed the heavens repeatedly while shouting the appropriate incantation and lightening began streak across the canvass of the sky and then forked bolts began to crash into the sable gem on tip of my staff with blinding velocity and burning intensity, that made my entire body shake. I endured the violent assaults, while tightening my grip and gathered as much of the lightening as I dare could and then like a sigh of ecstasy, released it into the form of the hateful creature. Under the weight of the salvo, he just disintergrated into an electrical cloud of angry blue and red hues.

And, so it went...

After several tense confrontations with the belligerent entity, I managed to procure a sigil stone; Master Gestor should be pleased. I know, I am.