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A drained well recharges slowly.
A mysterious voice poses a question: What is the color of night?
A mysterious voice poses a question: What is the color of night?
A sign on the door reads 'No entry on pain of death. Sealed by authority of Commander Adamus Phillida, Imperial Legion'.
A warm, gentle breeze causes a tickle on your face, but as you go to brush it off, you find you cannot move your arms. Looking at your skin, you realize that it has turned to a brittle, green glass. Standing perfectly still, you breathe in shallow gulps of air, knowing that moving would cause your skin to shatter into thousands of pieces. The tickle on your face worsens, and you know that you are about to sneeze. As your skin shatters, you wake up sweating.
A weather-worn iron plaque is affixed to the door above an imposing lock. The inscription is barely legible: 'Sealed by authority of the Grandmaster of the Blades, 36th Year of the Reign of Tiber Septim.'
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Amiable Fanriene, fallen before the walls did.
An unknown citizen lies here. He was slaughtered while others held the defense.
An unknown soldier lies here. He died attempting to save his keep.
An unseen force holds it fast.
An unstained spirit pleases Arkay!
Are you prepared to travel to Oblivion?
Are you ready to enter the Tournament of Ten Bloods?
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the corpses of their fallen opponents!
Arena combatants may not loot the weapons or shields from their fallen opponents!
As Henantier dies, you feel your own mind sucked into the black vortex of death along with him.
Azura demands a more powerful champion to begin this quest.
Bang! You're dead.
Bat gro-Urkul was a miser. Upon his head lies a measure of the blame for Vitharn's fall.
Be humble and live in peace. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Be strong for war and fight evil. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Before exiting the sewers, you may revise your character.
Beloved of Desideratus Annius, ragdoll to most.
Beloved wife and loyal drinking companion.
Blessed Nine - Sweet Wife - Gift of Faith. Marguerite Diel / Passed F Fall 3 431 / 58 yrs.
Blessings of Stendarr!
Boethia demands a more powerful champion to begin this quest.
Break not laws of man nor beast!
Break not the peace of Tiber Septim!
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
Bridges have been extended.
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By observing these Blades at practice, you've picked up a couple of new moves! Your Blade and Block skills have both been raised by 2 points.
By order of his lordship, Count Andel Indarys, this property has been seized and is now under the jurisdiction of the Cheydinhal City Guard.
By watching the Arena hopefuls spar, you've picked up a few tips! Your Hand To Hand skill has increased by 5 points.
Cage is opened by a switch.
Caldana Monrius' last words: 'Bring some skooma to my wake!'.
Can't sleep when you're in a dream
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Chamber One has already been activated.
Chamber One has already been activated.
Chamber Three has already been set.
Chamber Three has already been set.
Chamber Two has already been set.
Chamber Two has already been set.
Chappy didn't love me enough to write me an epitaph.
CharGenQuest script: setting stage 28 because player is not near Glenroy
Clavicus Vile demands a more powerful champion to begin this quest.
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Dawnfang's bloodthirst has been quenched.
DEBUG: Assassin 1 starting combat with Glenroy
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DEBUG: Assassin 4 starting combat with Renote
DEBUG: Baurus calling for help for Emperor
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DEBUG: CharGen generating 3 new assassins.
DEBUG: Container ordered.
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DEBUG: Door being activated.
DEBUG: Glenroy calling for help for Emperor
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Desideratus Annius lies here, coward and deviant.
Dibella loves you!
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Do not hide in the crate.
Do Not Read Anything
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Do Nothing
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Do you return the Umbra Sword to Clavicus Vile?
Do you want to place a Heart of Order into the obelisk?
Do you want to put the doll in the fire?
Do you want to release the prisoner?
Do you want to use a Heart of Order to open this chest?
Do you want to use a Shard of Order to open the container?
Do you wish to leave your offerings at the altar of Sheogorath?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Hircine?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Hircine?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Hircine?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to make an offering to the altar of Meridia?
Do you wish to offer 500 gold to the altar of Clavicus?
Do you wish to offer a black soul gem to the altar of Vaermina?
Do you wish to offer a Lion Hide to the altar of Molag Bal?
Do you wish to offer Cyrodiilic Brandy to the altar of Sanguine?
Do you wish to offer Daedra Heart to the altar of Boethia?
Do you wish to offer Glow Dust to the altar of Azura?
Do you wish to offer Nightshade to the altar of Mephala?
Do you wish to offer Troll Fat to the altar of Malacath?
Do you wish to read the Oghma Infinium?
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Duskfang's bloodthirst has been quenched.
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FG Testing no longer active through this script.
Fimmion died hungry, or at least he thought he was.
Finally, Sontaire sleeps alone.
FINISH
Finished - Exit Sewers
First I must claim the spoils from the fallen.
Full vampirism added
Gates don't unlock until adventurers have left the chamber.
Go carefully upon Nature's path. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Go! Follow my Star, do great deeds, and seek out your fate!
Go, my champion. May you be the last head on the Huntsman's wall.
Haskill has been summoned too recently.
He asked to be buried with his beloved dog. Oh, well.
He taught us to make the seconds count before we close our eyes.
He's cooked his last meal.
Helene the Deaf. She never heard it coming.
Henantier mutters what sounds like an incantation of some kind, then subsides into sleep.
Henantier sinks into an even deeper sleep.
Henantier stirs and moans in his sleep, but does not wake.
Here lies Andreas Draconis, dutiful son and master brewman. May he forever serve Azura in the afterlife.
Here lies Blaise Sette. Faster than the wind, dumber than a stump.
Here lies Caelia Draconis, dedicated daughter and noble member of the Leyawiin City Watch. Killed in action.
Here lies Count Cesrien Vitharn, Noble conqueror and just leader of our people.
Here lies Count Csaran Vitharn, to whom the Love of family meant so much.
Here lies Countess Jideen, Lady of color from whom we all had so much to learn.
Here lies Countess Sheen-In-Glade, Matron Scholar of Vitharn, and Ambassador of Black Marsh.
Here lies Matthias Draconis. His mother always told him he'd end up dead if he didn't clean up his life...
Here lies Perennia Draconis, kind and gentle matron of the Draconis family. May her spirit forever curse the murderer who stole her precious life.
Here lies Reman II of Cyrodiil, crowned Emperor of Tamriel in the year 2812. He fell in battle against the Dark Elves, in the fifty-seventh year of his age, after a reign of thirty-nine years and eight months wanting a day.
Here lies Reman III, last Emperor of the Cyrodiils, the scourge of the Dark Elves, who was cruelly slain by treachery, in the year 2920. He reigned forty-three years.
Here lies Reman of Cyrodiil. He defeated the Akaviri Horde and brought peace to Tamriel. 2762.
Here lies Sibylla Draconis. She died as she lived -- like a beast.
Here lies Tyree, native of Chorrol / E Star 25 428 / 27 yrs
Herein Interred Lies Count Vitraen, Primogenitor of the Keep and Nobility of Vitharn.
Herein Interred Lies Countess Mawean, Mother of Vitharn.
Hide in the crate.
Hircine demands a more powerful champion to begin this quest.
Hirrus Clutumnus never felt like he fit in anywhere. He fits in a coffin quite nicely, now.
Honest labor earns its own reward. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Honor the Nine and do your duty. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Honor your body and spirit. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Hunter's Run keys used to open door.
Hurt's, don't it?
I am ready.
I killed the last Fanatic raider, but not until after he opened the gate. I'll have to try again.
I must enter the Great Gate and get its Great Sigil Stone before the Bruma defenders are overwhelmed.
I must enter the Great Gate and get its Great Sigil Stone before the Bruma defenders are overwhelmed.
I must enter the Great Gate and get its Great Sigil Stone before the Bruma defenders are overwhelmed.
I must help Martin reach the Temple of the One before it is too late!
I must protect Martin until the Great Gate opens.
I must protect Martin until the Great Gate opens.
I must protect Martin until the Great Gate opens.
I need to help defend the Palace from Order's attack.
I need to help defend the Palace from Order's attack.
I need to help defend the Palace from Order's attack.
I think his name was Bolwing.
I was struck by lightning, and have been granted a powerful new spell.
I'll need to deal with Tyrellius before I can open the chest.
I'm growing!
I'm no longer feeling the urge to possess the Staff of the Everscamp.
I'm not ready yet.
In a dream from your childhood you remember playing hiding games with your young friends on a warm summer afternoon. You hide in your parents� barn, sure you will not be found. Soon, the sweet smell of hay is replaced by a darker, sickly smell. You move deeper into the barn, only to stumble on the rotting corpses of your parents, their throats ripped out. You try to scream as your parents rise and pull you into an embrace.
In honor of Dumag gro-Bonk. He made killing things fun again.
In memory of Ahjazda. The world wasn't coming to an end -- only her.
In memory of Bhisha. Killed because he loved dogs.
In memory of Big Head. Completely Forked.
In memory of Cutter. She enjoyed every cut to the last. And she enjoyed that one the most. It cut her spirit free.
In memory of Gloorolros. Sticks and stones broke his bones.
In memory of Raven Biter. He was one crazy son of a bitch.
In memory of sweet, harmless Bhisha.
In memory of Thaedil. A juggler beyond compare, at least in her own mind.
In memory of Tove the Unrestful. His works completed, may he finally find rest.
In memory of Una Armina, a true Oddity.
In memory of Wide-Eye. May all her children prosper.
In the end, his last breath was stolen from him.
In your dream, an old wise-woman treats you for burns on your hands. As she applies a salve to your skin, you feel the tingle of magic as the pain begins to subside. But as you watch, the flesh of your hands begins to bubble, crack, and split, falling in chunks to the floor of her hut. As the wise-woman smiles, you wake up.
In your dream, you approach a vampire ancient. Having just completed a perilous task for him, you swell with pride, sure that he will now bestow even greater power upon you. The entire clan�s eyes are upon you. Walking towards the dais where he stands, you realize that your task for him is actually unfinished, and that all of your vampiric powers have left you. You cry out as the clan descends upon you, and the ancient�s fangs rip into the flesh of your throat.
In your dream, you open your eyes to a beautiful blue sky. The sun is bright, but you feel cool, even a bit damp. You draw a breath but begin to cough, as you expel blood and dirt that you�ve inhaled into your lungs. As you try to draw another, you see a shovel of dirt being emptied onto your face. The sunlight grows fainter as you view it through the soil that covers your body. You would scream, but your mouth fills with dirt before you can make a sound.
In your dream, you see a beautiful young woman holding an infant to her breast. It is only as you draw near that you realize that the woman is a desiccated corpse and the child is purple and bloated, dying of plague. As mother and child crumble to dust, you awaken.
It appears that Agarmir is home, and the door is barred from the inside.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It feels as though I might be able to connect with the ghost. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
It would be unwise to touch the Duke's meal in a public place.
It would be unwise to touch the Duke's wine in a public place.
It's frozen shut.
Know the truth. Observe the law. Pray at my chapel altars to receive my blessings.
Kynareth is with you!
Lawbreaker! You tempt the wrath of Julianos!
Leave it Alone
Leave it Alone
Leave it Alone
Leave it Alone
Let the Weeping Cease. Lucina Faleria / Died S Dawn 19 421 / Aged 47 yrs.
Lob gro-Murgob died. We ate him and buried the bones here.
Lock one of two has been released
Lock one of two has been released
Lock one of two has released
Lock one of two has released
Lock one of two has released
Lock one of two has released
Lock one of two has released.
Lock two of two has been released




Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand, that and such hope as I bring.

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