Paxti Bittor (formerly known as the Exalted Summoner, Lion-Lord Invoker Pursuivant) is a Wraith encountered in Level 3: The Soul Cairn at Point N. According to one of your friend's letters, Bittor is the one who betrayed Battlespire to the Daedric forces. Assuming you can contain your rage long enough, he will not only admit to this, but provide even more information on recent events. In any event, he will lose control as the conversation drags on and attack you. Wraiths are formidable foes, but if you have found the Book of Rest and Endings, he can be banished without a fight.
DialogueEdit
GreetingEdit
And THIS is the thanks I get. Betrayed, tortured, sucked dry, murdered. THEN, for good measure, they rip out my soul and set it adrift in THIS gods-forsaken hole.
| Player Response | Result |
| Sounds rough. So who's the rat who betrayed you? | Reply 1 |
| Excuse me, but I don't think I want to waste my time listening to a whining wraith. Goodbye. | END |
Reply 1Edit
Those dog-sired Daedra, that's who. And that damned Seducer. AND that Sirran Angada. If I get my soul-suckers into that motherless backstabber, I'll make him a hot, empty husk.
| Player Response | Result |
| Sorry. It's none of my affair. You either help me, or stay out of my way, or I'll make it plenty hot for you. | Reply 2 |
| So. The Daedra betrayed you. I see. That's really terrible. I HATE it when that happens. Go ahead. Tell me all the details. | Reply 3 |
Reply 2Edit
You young puppie-snot! I'll pin your ear back for you! Being a wraith isn't paradise, but I sure don't have to take lip from skinny little brats like you.
| Player Response | Result |
| Come and get some, whiner. | END |
Reply 3Edit
Well, I realize that it's risky dealing with Daedra, but that Seducer... Well, let's just say it may not be Eight Heavens, but it's all right. And Angada promised he'd set me up like a wounded survivor, a hero...
| Player Response | Result |
| Excuse me. Angada? Should I know that name? | Reply 4 |
Reply 4Edit
Sirran Angada? No, perhaps not. A leechcrafter retainer of Jagar Tharn, the Emperor's Battlemage. He set it all up. I open the gate to the Prince, he comes in, cleans out the Battlespire, and I just barely manage to escape with my life, bringing the tragic news to the Emperor and Tharn. I'm a big hero, a personal retainer of Jagar Tharn, close to the Emperor and his family. In time, I get my own province. A great deal. And I delivered! But the scum cheated me!
| Player Response | Result |
| It really sounds like a sweet deal. I don't blame you. I'd probably have done the same thing... IF I WERE A SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! I'm going to rip you ethereal limb from ethereal limb! | END |
| That really steams me. I hate it when a guy welshes on a deal. Look. What does this Angada guy look like? If you want, I'll look him up and give him a good thrashing for you. | Reply 5 |
| [&RestBook] YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! This incantation will blast your stinking spirit to dust motes, which isn't HALF the torment you deserve, traitor! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast! | END Kill AND WraithMeltSFX |
Reply 5Edit
That's generous of you, but this Angada has a special Transmorph spell, so he could look like anyone. Angada was posing as Lomegan Mariel, the Emperor's Personal Liaison to the Battlespire, when the Daedra took the place, but he -- or she -- could look like anyone by now. I appreciate your help, but you might want to run away now, because I feel the hungry madness coming on again, and I'm not much fun to be around.
| Player Response | Result |
| Thanks for the warning. Good luck. Maybe I'll see you around. Goodbye. | END |
| [&RestBook] I appreciate the warning. Goodbye. Oh. But there's just one more thing. How are you with verse incantations? | Reply 6 |
Reply 6Edit
I'm a master. Or... I used to be, anyway. Why do you ask?
| Player Response | Result |
| I've got a verse incantation you might find interesting... YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast! | END Kill AND WraithMeltSFX |
| No reason. Just curious, See you around. | END |
Angry GreetingEdit
I smell BLOOD! LIFE! Give me your BLOOD! I must have it. Now! It's there inside you, and I want it out! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!
| Player Response | Result |
| You look upon your doom, fiend! Back! Back into the darkness from whence you came! | END |
| Perhaps I've caught you at a bad time. Maybe I'll try again later. | END |
| [&RestBook] YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! This incantation will blast your stinking spirit to dust motes, which isn't HALF the torment you deserve, traitor! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast! | END Kill AND WraithMeltSFX |