The Daedra have overwhelmed the Prison. They run it now, led my a massive creature made from darkness, and carried on great wings. But it is about his lieutenant that I write. The "Flesh Sculptor" they call him, a powerful necromancer. It is at his behest that citizens are taken here, and harvested. The Sculptor has mastered devilry that allows him to turn mortal organs into carries for disease––flesh devices that spew noxious clouds to contaminate the earth around them. Their plan is to deploy a thousand of these slaughter engines, dispersed throughout the City.