Meesei breathed a sigh, and leaned back somewhat as she clasped her hands together in her lap. "Something I would not repeat, if I had the chance to do it all over again. You guessed at the origin of my power before, and your guesses found their mark. I walked Apocrypha, and managed to return to tell the tale. Or give the warning, as the case may be. Mora originally game to us about a decade ago with an offer of information, of assistance. And he did indeed live up to that offer; nothing we have learned about him or his followers has given any indication that he is an ally of Vile. The actions Vile has been taking recently has upset many of his Daedra brethren to varying degrees. Even Molag Bal, a Daedra for whom I carry no respect, has been acing against him."

"But, at any rate..." Meesei continued. "Mora did not only give his assistance, he also left his...gift." She explained, her tone carrying a certain amount of venom to it upon speaking the last word. "A black book; a portal of sorts into his realm. I refrained from using it for years, as I was well-aware of the dangers of associating with Hermaeus Mora. But, then the war became desperate. The soul-tearing gas had a devastating effect on our morale through all levels of our clans, from the lowest hunter, all the way up to myself. It was...well, you can imagine being on the edge of everything collapsing around you at a moment's notice. At that time, if they attacked us, we lost. There was no contest. The gas was an unstoppable, unbeatable weapon. Any clan that was discovered, was destroyed, usually with heavy casualties. It was in that...environment that I decided to use the book. It was a source of potentially limitless knowledge, and a potential cure for their weapon. I used it sparingly at first, but over time, I grew obsessed. I had thought that, given the threat that Vile posed directly to Mora, he would not be as eager to destroy my mind, as he often does to those who seek his knowledge. I had thought that, given my importance to the war effort against Vile, he would allow me some of the power his realm could offer. Indeed, I doubt he would have let my body perish before Vile was defeated, but I know now that my mind would not have been my own by the end. I spent years walking Apocrypha, studying the knowledge contained there. Contrary to what some may think, Mora does not give his knowledge easily. His realm is harrowing, and I still had to perform the research myself. Make no mistake, I was powerful before I entered Apocrypha, it was just that my magic was more...conventional then than it is now."

As Meesei was thinking about her experiences with Mora, she closed her eyes and started to shake her head lightly. "It was my pack that saved me. They managed to convince me of what I was doing to myself before it was too late. I rid myself of the book, and hope that I never have to see it again. I spent years studying the secrets of Mora's realm; I learned magic that has not been seen in Tamriel in thousands of years, but I would give it all up to have those years of my life back. If you ever locate an artifact of Mora, lock it away and destroy the key. Mora will [i]always[/i] win in the end."