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Ah, you have freed the soul of Menta Na! Torment will be his. Endless agony is all he will know until the end of time. You have performed well, mortal. Perhaps you will be my servant again one day. Take this and use it well. Bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel. Now go.
Ah...I see you have completed my little errand. Well done. Perhaps you've gotten a taste of madness as well? Do not believe madness to be a curse, mortal. For some, it is the greatest of blessings...a bitter mercy perhaps, but mercy nonetheless. Give me the Fork of Horripilation. I believe I have something more suitable for your needs. Go now. Remember what you have seen.
Ahh yes, we've been expecting you. You'll have to be recorded before you're officially released. There are a few ways we can do this, and the choice is yours.
Ahh yes, we've been expecting you. You'll have to be recorded before you're officially released. There are a few ways we can do this, and the choice is yours.
Assantus: 'Thank you, Outlander. You are a kind and generous soul.'
Come to me, through fire and war. I welcome you.
Come to the Heart Chamber. I wait for you there, where we last met, countless ages ago.
Come, Nerevar. Friend or traitor, come. Come and look upon the Heart, and Akulakhan. And bring Wraithguard... I have need of it.
Come. Bring Wraithguard to the Heart Chamber. Together let us free the cursed false gods.
Continue through to the next building, and talk to Sellus Gravius.
Dagoth Ur welcomes you, Nerevar, my old friend. But to this place where destiny is made, why have you come unprepared?
Die like a dog.
Do you know where you're going?
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Get yourself up on deck, and let's keep this as civil as possible.
Great. I'm sure you'll fit right in. Follow me up to the office and they'll finish your release.
Head on in.
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Hrelvsuu! I have come for you! Show yourself!
I can smell the stench of the Daedroth. It is here and I will find it!'
I expected little else. Take your leave of this place or die where you stand.
I ordered her not to associate with these animals. I told her what the penalty would be for her disobediance! Yet she continues to defy me! Willful beast! I cannot have this. Find her, mortal. Kill her and the atronach, so I may deal with them in the Outer Realms. When this is done, return to me, and I will rid you of your unlife. Take care, mortal, for she is powerful. She is still a daughter of Molag Bal.
I see you have done as I asked, little vampire. It was not easy for me to obtain the cure, but I was able to pry it from Vaermina after some...discussion. You have earned it. Now I have eternity to punish my daughter for her defiance. Your curse is lifted. Yet...I wonder, will you miss the taste of blood on your lips? When you sleep, will you taste the salt and copper flowing over your tongue? Go, mortal. Bask in your precious sunlight.
In the dawn hour under Azura's Star, the door is opened.
In the dawn hour under Azura's Star, the door is opened.
Interesting. Now before I stamp these papers, make sure this information is correct.
Is this how you honor the Sixth House, and the tribe unmourned? Come to me openly, and not by stealth.
Kill him, mortal. Set his soul flying to the Outer Realms so that I might show him eternal torture for his disobedience. Take this key. You will find him in in the caves of Kora-Dur, east of Kogoruhn. Kill this lazy fool for me, mortal. Do this, and you will have my favor.
Larienna: 'At last! A means to vanquish Hrelvesuu. The final battle awaits!'
Larienna: 'Hrelvesuu is vanquished, yet somehow I feel uneasy. I must investigate these ruins further. You have been a worthy companion. Farewell my friend.'
Let's go. Move it along.
Many thanks.
Many thanks.
Menta Na has grown careless and lazy. He sits in his wretched cave while life on the surface goes on unmolested. He was spawned a creature of terror! His role is to sow fear and discord among men and mer, yet he is content to stay locked in his cave and mock my will!
No good deed goes unpunished, Outlander.
On deck now, prisoner.
Quiet, here comes the guard.
Rough hands to smooth stone, Carving rock instead of bone, In Caldera an artist waits, His masterpiece to create. Find the one who may shape the rock. Go.
Show your papers to the Captain when you exit to get your release fee.
So, you do not enjoy the blood hunger, little leech? Do you miss the warmth of the sun? I can obtain the cure for you, but you will help me first. You will find my daughter, Molag Grunda, in the dungeon Dubdilla below Mt. Assarnibibi. There she hides with her consort, the lowly atronach Nomeg Gwai. She believes hiding in a sorcerer's cave will shield her from my eyes. Foolish girl!
Stand up, there you go. You were dreaming. What's your name?
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Take your papers off the table and go see Captain Gravius.
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The beast is near now ... very near. Be on your guard.'
The door is locked, and will not open. The star is the key.
The sooner you leave, the sooner we can move on.
The time has almost passed, and she remains steadfast. But, Sheogorath has tried to sway the decision in his favor. Travel there, rid the island of his minions, and bring back proof of his meddling. Do not disturb the wise woman, though, as that would void our wager. Serve me, and I will reward you well.
This is the end. The bitter, bitter end.
This is where they want you. Head down to the dock and he'll show you to the Census Office.
This is where you get off, come with me.
Use the Fork wisely, mortal. Few have wielded it who have not come away changed. Use the Fork to strike a deathblow to the giant bull netch that resides near the hermit. Do this, return the Fork of Horripilation to me, and Sheogorath will reward you well.
Very good. The letter that preceded you mentioned you were born under a certain sign. And what would that be?
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Welcome, Moon-and-Star, to this place where destiny is made.
Welcome, Moon-and-Star. I have prepared a place for you.
Welcome, Nerevar. Together we shall speak for the Law and the Land, and shall drive the mongrel dogs of the Empire from Morrowind.
Well done, mortal. You have preserved the integrity of my wager with Sheogorath. Now it will end as fated, and not due to the meddling of the Daedra Prince. Take this, and use it wisely.
Well, not even last night's storm could wake you. I heard them say we've reached Morrowind. I'm sure they'll let us go.
What a fool you are. I'm a god. How can you kill a god? What a grand and intoxicating innocence. How could you be so naive? There is no escape. No Recall or Intervention can work in this place. Come. Lay down your weapons. It is not too late for my mercy.
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What do you want with me, mortal? My shrine is in ruins, my priests have forgotten me. Will you rebuild my shrine, mortal? Restore it in all its glory? Accomplish this, and I will reward you. You will be the bearer of Goldbrand, my sword of legend. There is one who can help you do this for me. Listen....
What is it, mortal? Have you come to be of service to Sheogorath? That in and of itself speaks toward your madness. This pleases me. Fetch the Fork of Horripilation from the mad hermit near Ald Redaynia. Take care with him. He's not the most...stable man.
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Why do you call on me, little mortal? Do you seek your death so soon? I should crush you where you stand, yet you show mettle by even approaching me. How ambitious are you, little one.
Why do you summon me now? I have no time for your pleadings, weakling. I have other matters that need my attention. Menta Na!!! He will pay for his insolence. Listen well--those in my service will do my bidding, or they will suffer eternal torment. You will serve me, mortal.
Yes, confused? We're all waiting.
You are brave or foolish. Perhaps both. This, then, is your chance to prove your courage. My Razor, slayer of man and mer, scourge of all who stand before it, lies dormant. Stolen by an unworthy bearer, an elf of little courage or consequence, it lies unused, gathering dust in the Alas Tomb near Molag Mar. Return it to me, mortal. Prove yourself to be a worthy bearer of Mehrunes' Razor.
You better do what they say.
You finally arrived, but our records don't show from where.
You have caused me to lose my wager, mortal. Now, it matters not that Sheogorath meddled in the outcome of our wager. You have failed, but it seems that is your fate.
You have come here for a reason, though you may not know what it is. Sheogorath and I have made a wager. He contends that solitude causes madness, while I maintain it allows for solace and meditation. To test this, I sent one of my priestesses to live alone on an island north of Dagon Fel. If she can live there for 100 years, continuing her life of prayer, my theory will be proven. If not, Sheogorath wins our wager.
You have done well, mortal. There are some things that must be done to preserve the order. And it will be amusing for me when this business comes to light. I look forward to it. Take this ring, mortal. Through the brightest day it will carry you with speed and stealth. Leave me now.
You have done well. This shrine is a worthy one, and my power will again be felt. Take this, mortal. Wield the Goldbrand with a strong hand, and let all know that my Shrine has risen!
You have killed the false hero, and ensured there will be no more to follow. You have helped bring honor back to the Orcish people, and for that I am glad. Here, take the Helm of Oreyn Bearclaw. Wear it proudly, and let it serve as a reminder of what really happened.
You have summoned me, orc? Have you come to restore the honor of your people? I have in my possession the Helm of Oreyn Bearclaw, the dark elven 'hero.' His deeds are numerous, but he was a false hero. They were performed by Kharag gro-Khar, his orcish friend. It is time this legend of this hero was put to rest. Find the last of his bloodline, kill him, and I will grant you the Helm. Look for him in the city where the Man-God lives.
You have summoned me? Hmmph. You are all the same. But, perhaps you can be of use to me. I have in my possession the Helm of Oreyn Bearclaw, the dark elven 'hero.' His deeds are numerous, but he was a false hero. All were performed by Kharag gro-Khar, his orcish friend. It is time this legend was put to rest. Find the last of his bloodline, kill him, and I will grant you the Helm. Look for the him in the city where the Man-God lives.
You'll go no further until you have your papers.
You've found my Razor. Good. Can you feel its hunger? Can you feel its frustration? Now, I will make it again what it once was, what it shall always be. Draw a line of blood across the land in the name of Mehrunes Dagon!




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