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|More tea, Pelly my dear?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous times! Butterflies, blood, a Fox and severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for. (Referring his time as the Champion of Cyrodiil, the Fox being the Gray Fox and the head is that of Mathieu Bellamont's mother. And the Cheese was something the current Sheogorath said to the Champion of Cyrodiil during the Shivering Isles in Oblivion. "Cheese for everyone! No, wait, scratch that, no cheese. That could be just as much of a celebration if you don't like cheese. ).
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|H'afrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"WRONG!! Actually, you do. Sort of."
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow of your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it."
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Now you. You can call me Ann Marie. But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails. I'f not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Well, I suppose it's back to the Shivering Isles. The trouble Haskill can get into while I'm gone simply boggles the mind...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|And as for you, my little mortal minion... Feel free to keep the Wabbajack. As a symbol of my... Oh, just take the damn thing.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You take care of yourself, now. And if you ever find yourself in New Sheoth, do look me up. We can share a strawberry torte. Ta ta!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"Ooh, ooh, what kind of message? A song? a summons? Wait, I know! A death threat written on the back of an Argonian concubine? Those are my favorite.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You know, you remind me of myself at a young age. All I cared about was riding narwhales (sic) and sleeping in honeycombs and drinking babies' tears...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee...
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|The guards have been talking about you.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Gotta keep my eyes open. Damn dragons could swoop down at any time.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|My cousin is out fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I can handle the occasional drunk or bandit. I don't know about dragon.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Disrespect the law, and you disrespect me.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Watch the skies, traveler.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|No lollygaggin'.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|They say Ulfric Stormcloak murdered the High King... With his voice! Shouted him apart!
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I'd be a lot warmer and a lot happier with a bellyful of mead.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Got me thinking... Maybe I'm the Dragonborn! And I just don't know it yet!
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I have to wonder, what does the Dragonborn do once he's been summoned by the Greybeards? Can the Thu'um be taught, like any skill?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Seen those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I mostly deal with petty thievery and drunken brawls. Been too long since we've had a good bandit raid.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|What is it?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Trouble?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|What is it? Dragons?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Fancy yourself an alchemist, hmm?...never could get the hang of that.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Staying safe, I hope.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Fear not. Come dragon or giant, we'll be ready.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Citizen.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you."
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|No one escapes!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I honor my lord by destroying you!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I smell weakness!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Now you suffer!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|There you are weakling! {upon seeing a enemy who was hidden}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Quiet again. {upon losing sight of a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|There could be no other end. {upon killing a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|A challenger is near! {upon seeing a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Are you prepared for your death?
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|You returned? Foolish mortal! {upon enemy returning}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I will feast on your heart!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|You picked a bad time to get lost, friend.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Just die already so I can take your stuff!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|It'll be so much easier to rob you when you're dead!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Can't wait to count out your coin!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Gonna slit your belly like an old woman's purse!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Ha, I think you're bleeding!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Never should have come here!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Son of a...
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm gonna wear that tail as a belt!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Tell you what. You start running so I can stab you in the back.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm going to gut you like a horker!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Die, damn you!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Die, Orc filth! (If player is Orc)
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm warning you, back off!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You remind me of my cousin's cat, killed that one too!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'll mount your head on my wall!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You're dead! Dead!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'll have your head!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|That all you've got?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Prepare to die!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You won't leave here alive!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You'll make a fine rug, cat!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You should have stayed in your precious forests, elf!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Hurry up and die already, so I can take your stuff!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Maybe I was just hearing things.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|What's that?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Did you hear something?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Why don't you just turn around, so I can stab you in the back!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Skyrim belongs to the Nords!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You call yourself a Nord?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Time to die hero!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You're a disgrace to your own kind!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Burn it! Burn the Vampire!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Kill it! Kill the monster!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Victory or Sovngarde!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
}}
|More tea, Pelly my dear?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous times! Butterflies, blood, a Fox and severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for. (Referring his time as the Champion of Cyrodiil, the Fox being the Gray Fox and the head is that of Mathieu Bellamont's mother. And the Cheese was something the current Sheogorath said to the Champion of Cyrodiil during the Shivering Isles in Oblivion. "Cheese for everyone! No, wait, scratch that, no cheese. That could be just as much of a celebration if you don't like cheese. ).
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|H'afrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Was it Molag? No, no... Little Tim, the toymaker's son? The ghost of King Lysandus? Or was it... Yes! Stanley, that talking grapefruit from Passwall.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|But only half right. I'm a mad god. The Mad God, actually. It's a family title. Gets passed down from me to myself every few thousand years.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"WRONG!! Actually, you do. Sort of."
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"I am a part of you, little mortal. I am a shadow of your subconscious, a blemish on your fragile little psyche. You know me. You just don't know it."
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Now you. You can call me Ann Marie. But only if you're partial to being flayed alive and having an angry immortal skip rope with your entrails. I'f not... Then call me Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. Charmed.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Now that's the real question, isn't it? Because honestly, how much time off could a demented Daedra really need?
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Well, I suppose it's back to the Shivering Isles. The trouble Haskill can get into while I'm gone simply boggles the mind...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|And as for you, my little mortal minion... Feel free to keep the Wabbajack. As a symbol of my... Oh, just take the damn thing.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You take care of yourself, now. And if you ever find yourself in New Sheoth, do look me up. We can share a strawberry torte. Ta ta!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|"Ooh, ooh, what kind of message? A song? a summons? Wait, I know! A death threat written on the back of an Argonian concubine? Those are my favorite.
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|You know, you remind me of myself at a young age. All I cared about was riding narwhales (sic) and sleeping in honeycombs and drinking babies' tears...
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
{{NewLine}}~Sheogorath
|I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee...
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|The guards have been talking about you.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Gotta keep my eyes open. Damn dragons could swoop down at any time.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|My cousin is out fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I can handle the occasional drunk or bandit. I don't know about dragon.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Disrespect the law, and you disrespect me.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Watch the skies, traveler.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|No lollygaggin'.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|They say Ulfric Stormcloak murdered the High King... With his voice! Shouted him apart!
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I'd be a lot warmer and a lot happier with a bellyful of mead.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Got me thinking... Maybe I'm the Dragonborn! And I just don't know it yet!
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I have to wonder, what does the Dragonborn do once he's been summoned by the Greybeards? Can the Thu'um be taught, like any skill?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Seen those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|I mostly deal with petty thievery and drunken brawls. Been too long since we've had a good bandit raid.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|What is it?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Trouble?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|What is it? Dragons?
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Fancy yourself an alchemist, hmm?...never could get the hang of that.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Staying safe, I hope.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Fear not. Come dragon or giant, we'll be ready.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Citizen.
{{NewLine}}~Guard
|Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, "Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you."
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!
{{NewLine}}~Heimskr, Whiterun
|No one escapes!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I honor my lord by destroying you!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I smell weakness!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Now you suffer!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|There you are weakling! {upon seeing a enemy who was hidden}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Quiet again. {upon losing sight of a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|There could be no other end. {upon killing a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|A challenger is near! {upon seeing a enemy}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|Are you prepared for your death?
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|You returned? Foolish mortal! {upon enemy returning}
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|I will feast on your heart!
{{NewLine}}~Dremora Lord
|You picked a bad time to get lost, friend.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Just die already so I can take your stuff!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|It'll be so much easier to rob you when you're dead!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Can't wait to count out your coin!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Gonna slit your belly like an old woman's purse!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Ha, I think you're bleeding!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Never should have come here!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Son of a...
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm gonna wear that tail as a belt!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Tell you what. You start running so I can stab you in the back.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm going to gut you like a horker!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Die, damn you!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Die, Orc filth! (If player is Orc)
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'm warning you, back off!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You remind me of my cousin's cat, killed that one too!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'll mount your head on my wall!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You're dead! Dead!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|I'll have your head!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|That all you've got?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Prepare to die!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You won't leave here alive!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You'll make a fine rug, cat!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You should have stayed in your precious forests, elf!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Hurry up and die already, so I can take your stuff!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Maybe I was just hearing things.
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|What's that?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Did you hear something?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Why don't you just turn around, so I can stab you in the back!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Skyrim belongs to the Nords!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You call yourself a Nord?
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Time to die hero!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|You're a disgrace to your own kind!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Burn it! Burn the Vampire!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Kill it! Kill the monster!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
|Victory or Sovngarde!
{{NewLine}}~Bandit
}}