Sirran Angada

Sirran Angada was a mortal sorcerer working at the Battlespire during the Imperial Simulacrum. At the behest of the false Emperor Jagar Tharn, he betrayed his fellow Battlemages and opened a portal to the Battlespire to allow Mehrunes Dagon to invade. He would later be killed by the Hero of Battlespire and appears in. He is furthermore known to be a user of shapeshifting magic.

Dialogue
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" width="100%" data-expandtext="show" data-collapsetext="hide" !Show: "Why have I been kept waiting? Lord Dagon will wish to see me immediately. The portents are most propitious, but a crisis is coming, and he will wish to take the tides at their flood."
 * Upon first speaking to him:
 * Upon first speaking to him:
 * It is all a mystery to me, sir. In fact, I have no idea who you are or why you are here. I pass this way looking for a pair of Boots of Grotesque Liveliness that seem to have gone missing. You haven't seen them anywhere have you? "This is unacceptable! This is but the calm before the storm. The tides of magic are at the remotest ebb. His Lordship MUST be prepared to ride them at their flood, or all may be lost!"
 * Sorry. Don't know WHAT you're talking about. But if you'll give me your name, your purpose, and a brief message, I'll see that it gets to Lord Dagon, or one of his chief lieutenants, right away. "See here. My name is Sirran Angada. I'm a mortal sorcerer."
 * Well, anyone can see that. "Listen, knave, and cease your prattle. My Lord, Jagar Tharn, the mortal Emperor of Tamriel, and your Lord Dagon are ordering affairs high above your counsel. Tell someone in authority that I MUST speak with his Lordship."
 * What? I'm not up on current affairs, but isn't the manling Emperor called Septic or Septem or September or something. "Gooood. Gooood. You CAN think, after a fashion. Yes, Tamriel BELIEVES that Uriel Septem still rules, but in fact, my master Jagar Tharn, has taken the form of the Emperor and rules in his stead."
 * That is VERY interesting. But what has that got to do with you and Lord Dagon? ''"Lord Dagon was instrumental in assisting my master in this imposture, and as partial recompense, my master has temporarily placed my not-inconsiderable skills in reading the vagaries of the magica tides at your master's disposal. And it is this very counsel that your master so earnestly desires THAT YOU ARE KEEPING FROM HIM BY YOUR SILLY QUESTIONS."
 * Lord Dagon is always VERY busy, and not likely to take interest in the incomprehensible babble of a manling booby. "Listen. The fate of the Realms and all that is in them is affected by the ebb and flow of magica. Out there, in the Void, the Waters of Oblivion have receded far from the shores of the mortal and immortal realms."
 * Oh. Say. Is that what all this claptrap lying around is about? Are these those – whatchamachit – magiscopes? Can you really see the Beginning and the Ends of the Worlds in those things? Hey. How about my fortune? Tell me my fortune? "[Through clenched teeth] These devices are far too sensitive to scry upon the coarse and unsubtle fates of toads like you. These devices track the Tides of Fate. But I can tell your fortune, if you like."
 * Oh, yes, please! "If, by your feckless inanity and indolence, you fail to carry this message to Lord Dagon, and thereby squander the precious wisdom that might be used to shape the destinies of all the mortal and immortal realms, I believe Lord Dagon may use your mouth, and, indeed, your entire alimentary canal, as a fit and handy receptacle for his Terrible and Swift Sword of Destruction!"
 * Oh. That sounds pretty unpleasant. So. I'll just go and deliver your message, then. Right? "What a SPLENDID idea. How did it EVER occur to you?"
 * Ahem. Look. I'm not a Daedra. I am, in fact, an Imperial Battlemage. Or, at least, I WILL be one. Very soon. And you are apparently the traitor responsible for opening the gates of Battlespire to the servants of Dagon. "What? What? Oh. Dear."