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"As for the rest: the weak shall be winnowed; the timid shall be cast down; the mighty shall tremble at my feet and pray for pardon."
"Look under the bush near the well, behind Nerastarel's house." I was going to take it for myself, but I owe you a great debt. You should take it.
"My lord"? That isn't necessary. I'm just a man. Just a citizen of the Empire, trying to do his duty. Just like you.
"Poison" is "potion" spelled differently. Both come in bottles, but one is good to drink! Singing potions! Ringing potions!
"Smacking an idiot in the head a few times is the surest way to win an argument," my Mama used to say.
"Somewhere else" meaning somewhere far away.
"The explosions are scaring the sheep" or "A plague of rats ate all our crops." Every day another complaint!
"The light is knowledge," she says. "Forsake all ignorance and morality in favor of the light," she teaches.
"This Heart is the heart of the world, for one was made to satisfy the other." You all remember this. It is in every legend.
"When I walk the earth again, the Faithful among you shall receive your reward: to be set above all other Mortals forever."
"Whoever wears Nocturnal's cowl shall have his name stricken from history."
'Blackwood' refers in part to Blackwood Forest, but it also carries a reference to the 'thoghatt', of 'charcoal warriors' of Khajiit tradition.
'mafre' seems to translate to frost. So a spell with frost damage should work for it. Anything else?
'The gods can turn anything to good', or so I piously told those who came to see me for advice.
(Hic) Eh?
*Gasp!* Here they come! Oh my, Aunt Margaret! You are looking the worse for wear...
*Gasp!* Listener! How may I serve you?
*Gasp* What's this? Oh, Dark Brotherhood assassin, please don't cut me with that wicked blade! It looks like this is the end of poor Francois!
... a pickpocket. But relax. You're safe from me. You look like you might take offense. Too risky.
... and Dawn's Beauty, the Princedom of Lorkhan... misnamed 'Tamriel' by deluded mortals.
... And heavens forfend that my husband, Eitar, devote a few minutes from his all-consuming hobby...
... And now, his new wife, so beautiful, so fine. And wise? Oh, yes! The new Lady Leyawiin is daughter to Countess Arriana Valga, County Chorrol...
... and so she knows just how the county should be run. Lady Alessia tells Count Marius exactly what to do... and he does as she says...
... and we take the whole patriotic 'Imperial Mission' attitude with a dose of salt.
... and, supposedly, because my face looks like a cat. Don't see it, myself.
... Because I'm the emperor's son?
... Because you don't want to be on the dead guy side of the line, do you?
... But it just so happens I've run into some Sanguine worshippers up in the Imperial Reserve, a long way north-north-west of Skingrad.
... But listen to me! Cawing and chattering like an old fishcrow...
... But my real passion is alchemy. I love brewing up new and interesting potions... just for fun!
... But now, with the emperor dead, everything is at sixes and sevens.
... But that's what they call the stable when I buy it, and what do I care what they call it...?
... good eating... they tell me...
... I can see you have bad news. You didn't recover the Amulet, did you?
... I have an idea. One last hope. I must reach the Dragonfires in the Temple of the One.
... Oh, forget it. Let me guess: you're worried about what my men and I are doing here in town, right?
... sailors, ship-owners, men made rich and poor by the sea trade, and the lonely wives of men who follow the sea.
... Slash 'N Smash... the BIG Orc Weapon Shop. BIG weapons. For BIG heroes.
... stirring up trouble between Khajiits and Argonians, to help me find ingredients.
... there. You're not a prisoner of the Forbidden Grotto any longer.
... To face my apportioned fate, then fall.
... Was I insufficiently clear? I beg your pardon. You do not interest me. We will not be having further social discourse.
... Well, don't expect a handout from ME. You certainly don't need it.
... Yes, kynreeve. Sir. This prisoner was sent in by Kathutet for questioning. I was about to begin.
... You're going to tell him I am quite capable of besmirching my good name on my own. He should cease and desist immediately.
...and he says, "Eat the Greenmote, drag Thadon. Eat the Greenmote, drag Thadon." Ha!
...but that's a pile of money for horse steaks, isn't it?
...find it... yes... I must find the key... rich beyond all my dreams... hehehe
...huge t-tree... going...going... to k-kill us all... no sense...should be d-dead...what...who... heart...can't me... keep your weapons ready and watch your backs. Do what I say, and we might just get outta' here alive.
...Someone like you! No need to thank me for letting you give me your power. I deserve it, after all.
0, 1, 0. I always aim for the heart. 1, 0, 1.
0, 5. Hloval is our priest and healer. 7, 7. Unfortunately he was born with stunted magicka, but not a stunted ego.
0, 9. Ah, the doll. Poor Desideratus. 1, 5. Fanatics killed his whole family. 9, 6. That doll is all he has left of them. 5, 5, 9, 4.
1, 2, 3 - hurry before I lose count - 5, 6, 7... D'oh! I just lost count.
1, 2, 3, 4....
1, 2, 3. Hi, I'm Jastira Nanus... 4, 5, 6... As you can see, 7, 8, 9, 10... I'm a little busy counting at the moment... 11, 12, 13.
1, 2, 3. I need my arrows. 5, 7, 11. I can't get them. 13, 17, 19. If I leave, who will keep up the count? 23, 29, 31.
1, 2, 3. My arrows are finding their targets! 4, 5, 6.
1, 2, 3. That idiot Bat gro-Orkul refused to equip some of us. 5, 8, 13. He has arrows, but won't give me any of them. 21, 34, 55.
1, 2, 3... is this important? 4, 5, 6... I'm counting... 8, 9. Oh, no. I missed 7. Speak up before I get mad!
1, 2.. A new person has come to the Isles... 4, 5... recently.
1, 2... Adventurers are being sucked up into that dungeon again... 5, 6.
1, 2... Did you hear? The Gatekeeper is dead.... 4, 5... That's bad news... 7, 8.
1, 2... Hate her. 3, 4... Sick, sick woman. 5, 6....
1, 2... sad about Passwall. 3, 4... I wonder if they will rebuild it. ...5, 6.
1, 2... Sheogorath's got his army... 3, 4... in the barracks... 5, 6.
1, 2... the Greymarch is over. 4, 5... Thank Sheogorath... 6, 7.
1, 3, 5, 7... my Lord! I... I don't know what to say. 8, 16, 4...
1, 6, 1. I was the first to spot the invaders. 8, 0, 3. I was on patrol when I saw their skirmishers marching toward Vitharn.
1,2... It's the Madgod! Wow. Wow. 4, 12, 36....
12, 13... A new ruler for Bliss... 14, 15.
12, 13... A new ruler for Crucible... 14, 15.
12, 3, 2, 2. It's hopeless. 15, 5, 3. The town is lost. 0, 0, 0.
12... uh... 6? 4?
14, 11. I must guard the lever that opens the gate. 9, 4. If the gate is opened, the Fanatics will overrun Vitharn.
2, 3... Good that there are no more doubles. 4, 5....
2, 3... That big ol' torch in... 4, 5... New Sheoth is finally lit... 7, 8.
2, 7, 1. You have arrows! 8, 2, 8. Now let the battle be joined! 1, 8, 2. Why aren't you counting? 8, 4, 5.
2,1. He does the best he can, but he never seems to have enough magicka. 5, 6.
3, 1, 4. Without any arrows, I am useless in this battle. 1, 5, 9. But if I leave to get them, who will count? 2, 6, 5.
3, 4... I sure don't like my double. 5, 6... She doesn't count right.
3, 9, 8. I rode back as fast as I could to tell Count Cirion of the danger. 8, 7, 4. He went and hid. 9, 8, 9.
30 should do it this time. Yes, that would be perfect. Oh, and as usual, I'll have the moderate Elixir ready in 24 hours.
5, 4... Sheogorath has left us alone in this terrible time. 3, 2, 1.
5, 6... Thadon's back on the Felldew... 7, 8... without the downer... 10, 11.
6, 12... You've just made things worse! 36! 42!
6, 7... Good work! 8, 9... I'm the only Jastira this town needs. 10, 11....
6, 9... You're working for those Demented people! 7, 12... Go away!
7, 8... Don't like that other Jastira. 9, 10... Not one bit.
7, 8... The same goes for everyone else in town. 9, 10... You should talk to Horkvir about it.
7, 8... There's a new Gatekeeper in the Fringe. 9, 10.
8, 9, 10.
8, 9... Syl's rounding people up again. 10, 11... It's hard to count when you are being tortured.
A bad day? A bad day? Try a miserable existence!
A bad lot. Traitors. You'll find them near the obelisks that dot the land. They perform rituals at the obelisks to summon Knights to the Realm.
A bargain at any price.
A bargain at twice the price.
A bed you seek? There is one here for you, if you have the 10 gold to rent it.
A bed? Well of course! Of course! I've got a small room available right upstairs, first door on the left. Only 10 gold. What do you say?
A bit eccentric. Loves old things. He's practically got a museum upstairs. But he'd never let anybody else see it, oh no!
A bit harder to meet than Thadon. Consider making an appointment.
A blade. Fantastic! Let us take the fight to these vile creatures.
A bloody black horse courier. Hahahaha! ... Ahahaha!
A brilliant idea! Oreyn only sends his best these days. Tell you what. You go find us some paying work, and we'll happily go about it.
A bunch of junk. That's what it is.
A caliper a day makes the skyboat... wait, that doesn't rhyme.
A Chalice for Thadon! I like chalices. And mugs. And steins. Cups are good, too.
A change is coming. Everything changes. Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes.
A chapterhouse of the Order of Talos, a monastic order connected to the Blades. It's located on the Black Road just outside of Chorrol.
A charged magic item is a useful magic item.
A coin for an old beggar?
A contingent of Battlemages has been sent to the site. I would like you to oversee their actions on my behalf.
A contract for you? I think I've got something that suits your experience. Arvena Thelas has some problem with rats in her house.
A contract is a secret pact one enters into with the Dark Brotherhood. They provide us with gold, and we remove someone from existence.
A contract is fulfilled by a skilled assassin such as yourself, who keeps the Dark Brotherhood's end of the bargain. So it has always been.
A course of action could not be agreed upon. Some felt that we are in danger of being exterminated, and that it is time to fight back.
A coward as well as a criminal. Very well, perhaps I'll have a chance to test your mettle another day.
A cure? Yes... Yes, I believe it's possible. A mage named Raminus Polus has done some research. He's in the Imperial City, at the Arcane University.
A cure? You mean, besides death?
A curious thing, that. Long roads get longer too, if you're thinking about them, but what about long words? They don't change nearly as much.
A curse on that Hieronymus Lex!
A dangerous choice. I like it! She's gotten to be a bit much, anyway. Thinks everyone is out to get her. Which they are, in this case. So be it.
A day without sunshine is like... night. Ahahaha!
A dead Gatekeeper means more adventurers in the Isles.
A den of thieves? Near Anvil? Like that's news? There must be a dozen of them.
A desperate plan indeed. This ... Prince? Emperor? Martin would risk my whole city to gain a Great Sigil Stone?
A door has opened to the Realm, and a single man steps through. Will he come to us full of lies, or will his intentions be true?
A drink to the health of our Lord!
A fair bargain.
A fair question. You won't, really. At least I don't think so. But you'll have power. My power. Try not to lose it. It's a pain to replace.
A farmhouse? Hmmm, last time it was a cabin. They must be moving around. Just be cautious.
A fearsome weapon, and steeped in the ancient evil of its master. May its deadly power turn good, for once.
A fellow Argonian. How good to see. Were you anyone else, I would require a test before offering you training, but it's one I'm sure you could pass.
A few months ago, that witch of a Necromancer decided to inhabit Moss Rock Cavern just north of my inn.
A few nights ago, I was roaming the city as I often do, looking for any signs of a vampire. As I headed passed Roland's house I heard a cry.
A few too many loose lips, it seems. It's not something I want to be public knowledge, if you understand my meaning.
A few weeks ago, a spellsword was passing through Leyawiin and heard that I like to buy curiosities. He wanted to sell the staff you see me carrying.
A few years ago, an adventurer not unlike yourself sold me a musty old tome containing alchemical formulas. Most of them were worthless.
A few years ago, an adventurer not unlike yourself sold me a musty old tome containing alchemical formulas. Most of them were worthless.
A final task awaits you, when you are ready. It is time for you to strike back at the King of Worms.
A fine bargain for you.
A fine model of an Orcish woman. Now go find her. And don't be rude, or she'll rip your ears off.
A fine study to add to my research. I thank you for your help.
A fine transaction.
A fly in the ointment. A new cause for a different effect. We're going to change things. No... things will be different this time around.
A fool and his Chalice. Wonderful.
A friend gave me "The Book of Daedra." It's an interesting study.
A friend of mine is a member of the Legion. He said some Altmer nobleman was murdered, right here in the city! Faelian, I think his name was.
A friendly word of warning before you choose.
A gang of women in Anvil seducing men? Did you hear? Take my copy of the Black Horse Courier. Poor fools.
A gate can be opened from the outside, however. It will be more difficult, as I will have to temporarily bind myself to the book.
A gate opened and daedra poured out. Everybody ran. Or they died.
A genuine masterpiece comes from the heart, not the mind.
A gift, for me?
A girl can always win an argument with a weapon like this.
A glorious existence. Truly.
A Gnarl! You've earned your reward. Follow me.
A God. My God. Wow. I thought little furry puppy dogs were the cutest thing in the world. But, look at you! I could just eat you up!
A good bargain, that is.
A good healer makes for a happy town. And Cirroc almost seems like another Nord to me!
A good man who honors the Nine may visit the Wayshrines of Akatosh for Blessings of Speed and Magicka.
A good price for a good customer.
A great deal, over 1,000 septims. My father was quite a gambler. Quite a bad gambler.
A great deal, over 1,000 septims. My father was quite a gambler. Quite a bad gambler.
A great man, and a true believer, deep in faith and wisdom.
A Great Sigil Stone, then, is what we require.
A grim fate indeed, but one does not cross the Order of the Black Worm without suffering greatly for it.
A group of Battlemages were dispatched to Mucianus's last known location, with the intent of bringing him in for questioning.
A group of mages led by Irlav Jarol took the Helm, and have retreated to Fort Teleman, in an effort to study it further.
A guest has been murdered. So it begins. You mark my words. This entire party is a trap. Someone wants us all dead, and now they have their chance.
A hail and hardy welcome, friend.
A hammer! Excellent! Good for bashing in puny goblin skulls!
A happy customer is a returning customer.
A hated one.
A hearty hello to you. So good to see you again!
A journal? Let me see that... Blackwood Company! Bastards! Rank amateurs!
A journal? Sounds like he fought bravely. I should have known the Blackheart Company was involved. Reckless amateurs!
A lady might be a killer, but she shouldn't ruin her manicure by chipping a nail.
A letter, eh?
A Light Raiment, huh? You sure? I figured you for the Heavy Raiment type. You know, hide behind a skin of steel? Hmph. Okay then, here.
A little bird told me that Syl is rounding up people again. That's silly, isn't it? Would you like some milk, little kitty? You look thirsty.
A little bird told me that you've been asking around town about Glarthir. Our resident "eccentric." I'd like to know why.
A little busy here! I'm trying to decide what to have for dinner. Oh, how I love eating. One of my favorite things to do.
A little closer...
A little closer...
A little food and drink will do you some good.
A little skill with a shield can save your life. Of course, she'll only train other Fighters Guild members.
A little stab in the back won't hurt too much. Then I'll have the magicka I need.
A little tip. People who ask a lot of questions around here tend to be not very popular.
A local gentleman has been looking to sell his manor. A bit run-down, but a magnificent place, and priced to move.
A local woman, Ursanne Loche, has a missing husband. She might appreciate some help from someone like you.
A lot of good men died. But it could have been worse. A lot worse.
A lot of history has this place. It was I who led the apostles to steal the stones from Cyrodiil when the original temple was destroyed.
A lot of mages swear by Rindir's Staffs.
A lovely little Oddity -- a key made from a Hound's Tooth. And no one even knows what it opens, imagine that! Shall we move on?
A lovely little treachery. The Golden Saints almost beg to be betrayed, true, but still, you took that little bit of extra time to think it through.
A magic item without a charge is like a sword without a blade.
A man with pockets as deep as a cave whom everyone wishes would just go away!
A marvelous contraption. I've gotten it to float in water perfectly. Now if I can just get the water to fly through the air.
A master sorcerer like Janus Hassildor inevitably outlives all his peers. It must be a lonely existence.
A merry dance for the Lord of Chance.
A messenger, sent by Issmi. You must go to Brellach at once! We are under attack!
A mighty feat of arms! The bards of Cyrodiil will be singing of the Fall of the Great Gate for years to come!
A mission? Well... of course! I'm sure we can do this. You say this came from Oreyn himself? Well. Perhaps I should speak with Mother first....
A more pungent cheese you'll never find. It looks smooth, but it stinks to the heavens and beyond!
A mortal faces me?
A mortal to stand before Jyggalag? Fool!
A mortal wandering the halls of holy Cylarne... and a male no less. Explain yourself.
A mortal! Wonderful. Always a pleasure. Perhaps you'll do a service for me, mortal. And I'll reward you. A fair bargain, don't you think?
A mortal? Wait... a mortal I know. MY mortal. What are you doing here, mortal, when I've given you things to do?
A most fascinating contraption. Bothiel is one of the few who understands how it worked, and kept it running.
A most interesting plant. From the planes of Oblivion itself, so it may require some effort to find.
A most interesting text, is it not? We are fortunate that at least one necromancer took the time to record the information.
A mountain lion? In my basement? But... how? That's not possible. But, it happened! What if there are more? What if it wasn't alone?
A neat bit of work we did to reassign him to Anvil. One of my better forgeries.
A nest of vampires has sprung up in Bloodcrust Cavern, southeast of the town. They are a threat to the town, and must be eliminated.
A new adventurer in the Isles. Perhaps it's a sign?
A new adventurer in the Isles. Perhaps this adventurer has some Skooma?
A new adventurer may set foot in the Shivering Isles, I hear. Perhaps I will bake him a fine treat in case our paths should cross.
A new arrival! A shame about my Gatekeeper. I'm so happy, I could just tear out your intestines and strangle you with them.
A new Duke in Crucible? They're all just bags of meat to me.
A new face in the Isles. Brings the Fork, perhaps?
A new Gatekeeper is in the Fringe now. That's good. Fewer adventurers means more creatures for me to hunt.
A new Gatekeeper protects the Fringe. But he does nothing to stop the spread of disease.
A new Gatekeeper! Excellent. We might be onto something with you, after all. That should keep out the stragglers.
A new Gatekeeper! Excellent. We might be onto something with you, after all. That should keep out the stragglers.
A new Gatekeeper, eh? I'll bet he'd be willing to kill me!
A new person in town? Maybe someone to talk to on long, sleepless nights.
A new person wandering around? Did anyone check to see if this person was diseased?
A new ruler for Dementia! Perhaps blood was spilled. Great deals of blood. Syl's blood. Lovely blood.
A new ruler for Dementia! This is the stuff epic novels are made of.
A new ruler for Dementia. Certainly the end times are upon us.
A new ruler for Mania? Great. They don't have the same cat problems we have in Dementia.
A new ruler in Bliss? It doesn't concern me.
A new ruler in Crucible, and an empty throne in Bliss. Amazing.
A new ruler in Crucible? It doesn't concern me.
A new ruler in Crucible? One more thing to keep me up at night.
A new ruler in Dementia is no reason to lay about.
A new ruler of Dementia. Excellent. If I could only freeze this moment in time.
A new ruler of Mania. It doesn't sound good to me.
A new scent is here. Who can it be?
A new visitor to our home. How wonderful. Better stay away from my wife....

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