Squeak!

Squeak!

Squeak?

Squeak!

Squeak!

Squeak?

Halt! The King suspected you might try something treacherous with his champion. He cannot allow this to continue. By order of His Royal Highness King Hlaalu Helseth, Duke of Mournhold, you are ordered to accompany me to the prison until His Highness deems you fit to engage in the agreed-upon contest.

You can't be in here, %PCRace. And I'm afraid I can't let you leave. The Company wouldn't like that at all.

You can't be in here, %PCRace. And I'm afraid I can't let you leave. The Company wouldn't like that at all.

What are you doing! We'll let your actions go for now, but once you're released, stuff like that will get you arrested again.

I don't want to talk about it.

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

You've earned a death warrant for your crimes, outlaw. May the gods have mercy upon your soul.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. And now you are free to go.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. And now you are free to go.

Then you must serve a sentence of hard labor. Serve your time peaceably, and pay your debt to society.

Then pay with your blood, outlaw!

Your papers seem to be in order, but you still have outstanding issues. Pay your remaining fines, or come with me.

You have no legitimate writs. Pay your fine, or come with me.

Your papers seem to be in order, but you still have outstanding issues. Come with me.

The writs are not legitimate. You must come with me.

All of your papers seem to be in order. You are free to go.

Where did you get that! The armor you wear is sacred to our Order. You shall be punished with blood!

I did not wish this upon you, Blodskaal, but you leave me little choice.

I accept the gold for the Skaal people. It will be added to the coffers of the village. Take care, Blodskaal. Do not let this become a habit.

You have violated laws of the Skaal. Though you have been named Blodskaal, you are also known to be under the shadow of the beast. You must pay with your life.

You have violated laws of the Skaal. Though you have been named Blodskaal, you have no means to pay reparations to the Skaal. You must pay with your life.

You have violated laws of the Skaal. You have been named Blodskaal, so you are offered a choice: pay %PCCrimeLevel in reparations to the Skaal or pay with your life.

You have violated laws of the Skaal. As you are not of our people, you will pay for your crimes.

Stop! You are a known criminal as well as a werewolf. Though you say you have cured yourself of this foul curse, you will spend some time in jail until that is certain.

Stop! You are a known criminal as well as a werewolf. Though you say you have cured yourself of this foul curse, you will spend some time in jail until that is certain.

You! Criminal and obscene beast! There is no escape for you, foul creature!

You! Criminal and obscene beast! There is no escape for you, foul creature!

You've committed a crime, vampire. Were you not an abomination, I might let you live. Prepare to die!

You violated the law, %PCName. Pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. Pay %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to the court and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. Pay %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to the court and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. Pay %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to the court and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. But you don't have the %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to pay the court, so you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. But you don't have the %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to pay the court, so you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. But you don't have the %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to pay the court, so you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

You say you've been attacked by assassins? From your description, and the look of that dart you found, it sounds like the work of the Dark Brotherhood. I'm not sure who you angered, but stay away from me. I suppose this should be officially reported, though. Speak to Apelles Matius in Ebonheart about this matter.

You say you've been attacked by assassins? From your description, it sounds like the work of the Dark Brotherhood. I'm not sure who you angered, but stay away from me. I suppose this should be officially reported, though. Speak to Apelles Matius in Ebonheart about this matter.

You bear the Mark of the Thief. Word has spread quickly once it was discovered the Armistice was stolen. No amount of money can absolve you of this crime. If you return the Armistice, you may serve a lengthy prison sentence but will go unharmed.

Let's move, citizen.

Then pay with your blood, outlaw!

I warned you, citizen, but you didn't listen. You may go no further in these caves. I will now have to escort you to the nearest jail, to keep you out of the way.

Keep moving.

Stop right there, citizen. This mine has been sealed off by order of the Imperial Archaeological Society. Important investigations are being wrapped up here. Leave now, or I will be forced to escort you to the nearest jail. And neither of us wants that, do we? For now, I will just follow you to the exit. No funny business, or I'll be forced to take action.

You do not have your Hospitality Papers. You need them to move freely in the city and enjoy its services. I'll let you go this time, but please hurry to the Avenue and buy them from Allasi Enduren. Go on, now. The Avenue is on the south end of the city, near the docks.

You still do not have your Hospitality Papers. Go to the Avenue, and buy them. Or leave the city. Your choice. But do not stay idly there without valid papers or I'll have to arrest you. The Avenue is on the south end of the city, near the docks.

Look, what's your problem, exactly? You know you need Hospitality Papers in this city. You know you can get them from Allasi Enduren in the Avenue. You know you aren't allowed to roam the streets or deal with citizens without them. So why are you still there and paperless? Scram! I'm losing patience!

You again? Don't tell me you still do not have your Hospitality Papers... Argh! I'm getting fed up with your antics. This is the last time I'll let you go. Stop being stupid, go to the Avenue, and buy these papers from Allasi Enduren.

Ah, see, it wasn't that hard to get these Hospitality Papers... You're free to explore the city, outlander.

You still do not have your Hospitality Papers. For this I have to fine you, or even send you to jail. That's the law. Now, pay your fine or go to jail, and then buy your damn hospitality papers, please. It's not that complicated.

You found Gavis? A violent death you say? I... I... I don't know what you're referring to. I would never have hurt my friend. But... that's the knife I had that night. So you know then? Yes, I killed him. And seeing as you know about it, you will have to die.

You found Gavis? A violent death you say? I... I... I don't know what you're referring to. I would never have hurt my friend. You have no proof.

I shall return back to Coldharbour to deal with the newly-arrived Devas Terano. As for the Soul Anchor, you may leave it in the shrine, mortal, or you may keep it. I do not care which way you choose. Such trinkets appear trivial now that there's a fresh soul to be tortured! Your sins have been absolved and you've vindicated your wretched soul for now, mortal. Away with you!

Thank you, %PCName. You have been a submissive servant indeed.

That decision was not yours to make, you sanctimonious fool! I gave you an order in the name of Lord Molag Bal. Very well then, disobedient mortal. I shall keelhaul your soul into Coldharbour instead. An unending torment awaits!

Three days have long passed, mortal, and I have lost my patience. Coldharbour awaits you.

You have returned with the Soul Anchor. That is good. And what of the fool Devas Terano?

You have returned with the Soul Anchor. That is good. And what of the fool Devas Terano?

You have returned with the Soul Anchor. That is good. And what of the fool Devas Terano?

You have returned with the Soul Anchor. That is good. And what of the fool Devas Terano?

You approach me empty-handed, mortal.

Should you fail in your task or be foolish enough to disobey me, you will pay the price yourself. I shall await your return in Baelkashpitu. Come to me with the Soul Anchor, and Devas Terano's blood on your hands, and I will absolve you. You have three days and no more. Make haste, mortal!

It was not yours to give, mortal. The item belongs in the shrine of my lord. It must be returned, but that will not be all. The wrongful holder of the Soul Anchor must die. You will perform this task, mortal. It shall be your punishment. Kill Devas Terano. Keelhaul his soul into Coldharbour and you may yet redeem yourself.

Mind your tongue or your scornful words shall turn into anguished screams. I seek the Soul Anchor, mortal. Deliver it at once!

I am Noga-Togroi, servant to Molag Bal and the appointed guardian of his shrine in Baelkashpitu. You have stolen an item from my lord's altar. The Soul Anchor. You thought you could get away with your sacrilege, foolish mortal, but my eyes have seen you. Now a dire price must be paid.

Lord Molag Bal has little love for thieves.

Why did you free me, %PCName?

Thank you for freeing me, %PCName.

What can this slave do for you?

Any word from the Argonian Mission?

Hello again, %PCName.

Are you here to mock me?

Help me, %PCName.

What do you want?

Outlander, I've been enslaved! You must help me go free!

Gurr.

You violated the law, %PCName. Pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. Pay %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to the court and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

You violated the law, %PCName. Since you turned yourself in voluntarily, I'll take that into consideration. But you don't have the %CrimeGoldTurnIn gold to pay the court, so you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

You have no business here, Hlaalu scum! Pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately and leave the premises, or come with me.

You have no business here, Hlaalu scum! Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

Intruder in the Temple vault! You are trespassing on sacred ground, outlander. Surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

Intruder in the Temple vault! You are trespassing on sacred ground, outlander. Surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

Intruder in the Temple vault! You are trespassing on sacred ground, outlander. Surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

Intruder in the Temple vault! You are trespassing on sacred ground, outlander. Surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence at hard labor. Come with me.

Where did you get that! The armor you wear is sacred to our Order. You shall be punished with blood!

Where did you get that! The armor you wear is sacred to our Order. You shall be punished with blood!

A writ of what? Give that to me. Hah, do you think me a fool? I am Entosaro Tanian of the Imperial Legion, and an officer of the law. Did you think that just because you have a piece of paper with big words like 'non-disputable' on it, I would let you walk away from the scene of a murder? This sure isn't an Imperial seal, and around here only the Empire gets to sign execution warrants. Now toss that phony writ into the gutters where it belongs and pay your %PCCrimeLevel septims, or come with me to jail.

A writ of what? Give that to me. Hah, do you think me a fool? I am Entosaro Tanian of the Imperial Legion, and an officer of the law. Did you think that just because you have a piece of paper with big words like 'non-disputable' on it, I would let you walk away from the scene of a murder? This sure isn't an Imperial seal, and around here only the Empire gets to sign execution warrants. Now toss that phony writ into the gutters where it belongs and come with me to jail.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. Now follow me as I escort you outside.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. And now you are free to go.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. And now you are free to go.

[Julie sniggers in the background.]

[Julie sniggers in the background.]

Hey! You! Temple scum! I've been waiting for someone like you!

I warned you, %PCName, but still, you interrupted an honorable trial by combat. The law dictates you should be executed immediately. You shouldn't have tried to meddle with justice. Prepare to die!

Please, no more! I surrender!

Enough! I yield! I yield!

Attention, everyone! It is time to commence the third challenge! Saturius, Kelkemmello, prepare yourself. Let the duel begin!

Attention, everyone! The time has come to commence the second challenge! Saturius, Kelkemmello, summon for me the most powerful Daedra you can conjure up!

Attention, everyone! The first challenge shall commence at once! Gentlemen, create for me the finest magical robes you're capable of!

Retainer of War-Khan of the Red Party... slayer of Malauch's nephews... Karkoon strike you down himself!

This warrior's questions have met their answers. Speak freely, %PCName.

This warrior has not given you permission to leave, intruder. He must know what change in the world has occured since his last orders. The intruder will answer, or the intruder will die.

HALT! Cease motion, Dunmer! Now take breath. Answer. What business has an intruder, an agent of the enemy, in these hallowed halls of our Emperor?

Halt! Who are you? Not a slave of the dark ones by appearances, so a Citizen? To what end do you intrude on these halls? How fares the war?

What news from the Emperor, soldier? How fares the war?

Halt! A Citizen! What news from the Emperor, %PCClass? How fares the war?

Then pay with your blood, outlaw!

Then you must serve a sentence of hard labor. Serve your time peaceably, and pay your debt to society. I'll just be taking sera Ethas back to her apartment. Don't try something like that again.

I accept this gold in payment of the fines and compensation ordered by the court. You're free to go, but I'll just be taking sera Ethas back to her apartment. Don't try something like that again.

Which, in this case, means you've earned yourself a death warrant. May the gods have mercy on your soul!

You must pay the court %PCCrimeLevel gold and surrender your stolen goods, or surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of hard labor. Deliver the gold immediately, or come with me.

Since you don't have the %PCCrimeLevel gold to pay the court, you must surrender your stolen goods and serve your sentence of punitive labor. Come with me.

Wrong. You are clearly committing a crime, and you will be treated as a criminal.

Really? I can't think of anything that would... well, but I'm sure you have a good reason for doing this, %PCRank. Be on your way.

I think I have every right and reason to intervene when I see a kidnapping taking place, %PCRank. Want to try anything else?

Alright, fine. I'll trust that you have a good reason for doing... whatever it is you're doing. Now be on your way.

What? No! You are clearly committing a crime, and you will be treated as a criminal.

Hey! What are you doing over there? Are you trying to kidnap that woman?

Hey! What are you doing over there? Are you trying to kidnap that woman?

INTRUDER! YOU ARE NOT ALLOW-- Oh, it's you. Alright, do your business. We're watching you.

INTRUDER! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE VAULT! YOUR MARROW SHALL BE SMEARED ACROSS THE WALLS!

It appears that %pcname has entered the arena through the wrong door! Perhaps they've had too much to drink. %pcname, please return below and enter through the white door past the training room.

Wait, the fight wasn't supposed to start yet! What in Oblivion has happened?! Is -- is the champion breathing?

Mer and men of Narsis! Bear witness! Selar Adryn has fallen to a devastating strike! %PCName is the new champion of the Narsis Arena!

Mer and men of Narsis, please, calm yourselves! Selar Adryn surprised us all by breaking the rules and attacking %pcname after the duel had ended. I am proud to once again present you with the newest champion of the Narsis Arena -- %pcname!

Mer and men of Narsis, %pcname has reversed their fortunes and turned their loss around! Selar Adryn surprised us all by breaking the rules and attacking %pcname after the duel had ended. Now, I am proud to present you with the new champion of the Narsis Arena, %pcname!

Selar Adryn has defeated %pcname! %pcname has failed to claim the Ebony Scale and Selar Adryn retains his title as champion of the Arena. Good citizens of Narsis, please lower your voices! Serjo Adryn defeated %pcname honorably and fairly. Give him the respect that he deserves!

Selar Adryn has been defeated! I am proud to announce that %pcname has claimed Selar Adryn's Ebony Scale and taken his place as the champion of the Arena! Good citizens of Narsis, please lower your voices! Serjo Adryn fought well and lost with honor. Give him the respect that he deserves!

Mer and men of Narsis! The %pcclass %pcname, a gladiator of the Gold Scale rank, has challenged Selar Adryn for his Ebony Scale and title as Arena champion! Selar Adryn has returned to the Arena from a long sabbatical to defend his title. We invite all of Narsis to witness this spectacle of skill and aptitude. Let the fight begin!

The trial is completed! Ethala Faranis has been convicted of her guilt through her defeat, and %pcname has carried through her execution. %pcname, return below and rest assured that you delivered justice to our fair city.

Mer and men of Narsis! You've come today to witness the trial and execution of the vicious Telvanni spy Ethala Faranis! Playing the judge and executioner, we have %pcname, famed gladiator of the Gold Scale rank. Let the trial begin!

Oh no! This can't be happening! Find a healer, quickly!

Serjo Ralvam Turil has -- wait, sorry, %pcname has defeated Serjo Ralvam Turil! %pcname, return below and speak to Arena Master Felms for your reward. At once.

Serjo Ralvam Turil has pushed %pcname into the dirt! Ralvam, please return below and revel in knowing that your victory streak remains unbroken.

Serjo Ralvam Turil has pushed %pcname into the dirt! A rather uncharacteristic showing from %pcname, I must say. Ralvam, please return below and revel in the fact that your winning streak is unbroken. Loyal fans of the Arena, please -- lower your voices.

Uh, was that... I mean, that's incredible! %pcname has done the impossible and defeated Ralvam Turil! %pcname, return below and enjoy your victory!

Serjo Ralvam Turil has pushed %pcname into the dirt! Ralvam, please return below and revel in the fact that your winning streak is unbroken.

Mer and men of Narsis! Today, the %pcclass %pcname returns to fight on white! On black, we welcome back a gladiator you all know and love, the young Serjo Ralvam Turil! Will Ralvam uphold his undefeated record? Or will %pcname be the one to break it? Let's find out!

Is -- is Darius alright? Stop the fight! Someone get a healer!

%pcname has prevailed over the Skewer of Kvatch! Could they be the next Atran Oran? Find out the next time %pcname makes their return to the Narsis Arena!

%pcname has been pushed into the dirt by the Skewer of Kvatch! Welcome to the big leagues, %pcname.

Mer and men of Narsis! Fighting on black, we've got a man you all know and love. The Skewer of Kvatch! And fighting on white, we have %pcname, fighting in their first match as a gladiator of the Gold Scale rank. Let the fight begin!

What? There's no healer on standby? Someone go and find one! Clear the Pit!

Wait, no! Somebody find a healer!

The %pcname has defeated Ragamul gro-Shak and claimed his Golden Scale! %pcname, return below and collect your trophy and title!

The handsome Ragamul gro-Shak has defeated %pcname and retained his Golden Scale! Ragamul, return below and be content in knowing that your title is deserved.

Mer and men of Narsis! %pcname, a gladiator of the Silver Scale rank, has once again challenged rugged Ragamul gro-Shak for his Golden Scale! Will %pcname take the Scale from Ragamul? Or are they doomed to failure? Let's find out!

Mer and men of Narsis! %pcname, a gladiator of the Silver Scale rank, has challenged rugged Ragamul gro-Shak for his Golden Scale! Will %pcname take the Scale from Ragamul? Or will they fail and remain a Silver Scale? Let's find out!

Stop the fight! Someone find a healer!

%pcname has defeated Odras Jerel and his loyal beasts! %pcname, return below and bask in the glory of your victory!

Odras Jerel and his loyal kagouti have defeated %pcname! Odras, return below and bask in the glory of your victory!

Mer and men of Narsis! I welcome you to a battle between two gladiators of the Silver Scale rank! Fighting on black are the beastmaster Odras Jerel and his pack of loyal kagouti! On white, we have the %pcclass %pcname! Who will prevail? Let's find out!

%pcname has -- wait, stop! Someone get a healer!

%pcname has prevailed over the honorable Knight of the Woods. Will the Knights Questing answer for this insult? Who's to say? %pcname, return below and enjoy your victory!

The Knight of the Woods has proven the honor of her order! Knight, return below for your vigil and quiet meditation.

Mer and men of Narsis! We invite you to witness an honorable duel between warriors. Fighting on black is the Knight of the Woods of the legendary Knights Questing! Fighting on white, we have %pcname, a gladiator of the Silver Scale rank. Let the duel commence!

%pcname has upheld their honor and proven the Trooper a slanderer! Narsis, make your voices heard and let %pcname know what you think of their vindication!

Mer and men of Narsis! Alanius Calatus, former Trooper of the Imperial Legion, has challenged %pcname to a duel of honor! Will %pcname prove themselves worthy of their title? Or will the Trooper prove them a cheat? Let's find out!

We have a victor! %pcname has -- wait, the Sandweaver isn't moving! Someone get a healer!

We have a victor! %pcname has defeated Jed Sandweaver, the masked warrior from Hammerfell, in fair combat! %pcname, return below and revel in your victory.

We have a victor! Jed Sandweaver, the masked warrior from Hammerfell, has defeated %pcname in fair combat! Jed Sandweaver, return below and revel in your victory.

Mer and men of Narsis! I welcome you to a duel between two gladiators of the Silver Scale rank! Fighting on black, we have the enigma, Jed Sandweaver, here to write another chapter of his legend. On white, we have our newest gladiator bearing the title of Silver Scale -- %pcname. Let the fight begin!

Wait -- stop! Hrida Long-Traveled has fallen! Someone send for a healer!

Mer and men of Narsis, I am proud to announce %pcname as our arena's newest holder of the Silver Scale title! %pcname, return below and enjoy your victory.

Mer and men of Narsis, we have a victor! The Huscarl has retained her title of Silver Scale! Return below and enjoy your victory.

Mer and men of Narsis! Today, %pcname, the slayer of the Foreign Quarter Killer, has once again challenged the fearsome Huscarl for her Silver Scale! The Huscarl has returned again from frigid Danstrar to defend her title. Will she return home in defeat? Or will she once again put %pcname in their place? Let's find out!

Mer and men of Narsis! Today, %pcname, the slayer of the Foreign Quarter Killer, has challenged the fearsome Huscarl for her Silver Scale! The Huscarl has come to us all the way from frigid Danstrar to defend her title. Will she return home in defeat? Or will she stop %pcname in their tracks? Let's find out!

The %pcclass %pcname has slain the foul murderer Hlarur Galan in fair combat! %pcname, return below and enjoy your victory! For this was not just a victory for you -- it was a victory for all fair, law-abiding, and honorable citizens of Narsis!

Mer and men of Narsis! We welcome you to a duel to the death between the brutal, the horrific -- oh, he's already on the move!

It appears we have a -- wait, is the Trooper okay? Stop cheering! Someone send for a healer!

%pcname has defeated the Trooper! Narsis, let the honorable Alanius Calatus know how you feel! %pcname, return below and collect your bounty.

It seems that the Trooper Alanius Calatus has pushed the %pcclass %pcname to the brink! Trooper, return below and collect your bounty.

Mer and men of Narsis! I welcome you to witness a duel between the Trooper Alanius Calatus and the %pcclass %pcname. Will the Trooper's Legion training pay off? Or will he retreat below in defeat? Let's find out!

Is -- is Jalir Vonis alright? Stop! Stop the fight! %pcname, return below and speak to the Arena Master. And somebody send for a healer!

We have a winner! %pcname, the outlander, has come out on top of Jalir Vonis! Was that truly the best lands of House Indoril could offer? %pcname, retire below and collect your reward.

It appears we have a victor! The humble netchiman's son has come out on top of the outlander %pcname! Jalir, return below to collect your reward.

Mer and men of Narsis! I welcome you to a duel between two gladiators of the Iron Scale rank! Jalir Vonis, the netchiman's son, has come to greet the newcomer %pcname at our city's arena!

What do you think you're doing? Get your hands out of %Name's desk!

Enough, enough! That's about all I can take... If Khazor asks, we'll be on our way shortly. I need to get Vantus out of bed. As for Vasesius, I'll pray his Age of Peace runs aground, dashed upon the rocks of the Inner Sea.

You may have bested me yet, but this fight is not over!

What a wonderful surprise! This is such a delightful picnic!

Good, I'll give her the letter later today.

You're delivering a letter? You can hand it over to me, and I'll give it to her.

That's right. You're not entering this residence as long as you don't state your intentions.

Okay, but I will follow you inside to ensure that you keep your manners in company of my sister-in-law.

Why would I let someone like you in?

State your business, %PCclass. My sister-in-law usually doesn't take visitors.

That's a shame. I'm sure you understand that I can't let you take sole credit for my target.

I knew we could come to an understanding.

How unexpected. It seems poor Hagar had more than one person willing to pay for his death. This leaves us at an impasse. You see, I can't allow you to take sole credit for this kill. It would harm my reputation, and that of the Dark Brotherhood. What do you say we agree to share responsibility for the kill? It was only happenstance that brought us to Hagar Stone-Hand at the same time, after all.

So the Morag Tong comes for me at last. I wonder how much some fool is paying to be rid of me. I am familiar with the sacred duty of the Morag Tong and so my guards won't interfere. Let's see how well the Morag Tong trains its members. Don't disappoint me, assassin.

A bad moment to be out of spare coins, %PCName.

With pleasure, %PCName.

A pleasure doing business with you, friend. Now get out of my sight.

With Falena out of the way, nothing stood in my way of making a new gang and taking her spot in robbing travelers near this part of the Thirr. Because you were so useful in getting rid of her, I'll allow you to get out of here if you pay us the meager sum of 5000 gold.

Well if that ain't a surprise, %PCName. Don't you remember me? You took out the bandits in a cave just east of here and returned my beloved bow, Kindheart. Since you were so helpful back then, I feel like I owe you an explanation while you're here. As you can see, I'm very much in the banditry profession myself. I used to be part of that gang that you took out, but let's just say that after some time I didn't see eye to eye anymore with Falena and wanted them out of the way.

No! I cannot take it anymore! Perhaps... perhaps killing the one who has bound me to this plane will bring me peace!

Indeed. Perhaps killing the one who has bound me to this plane will bring me peace.

It did not stop. I I keep hearing the same name over and over. It will not stop, mortal. Make it stop! I command you!

Hmm. It seems that now that my connection to this plane has stabilized, I can clearly sense their presence. They cannot hide from me. And neither will you. I will return for you later, mortal.

A feeble attempt to hide the truth. But now that my connection to this plane has stabilized, I can clearly sense their presence. They cannot hide from me. And neither will you. I will return for you later, mortal.

Is that so? If you attempt to deceive me, mortal, I will return for you.

I am the one asking questions, mortal. Where is Llevari Telsaran?

Mortal, a single name echoes in my mind. Llevari Telsaran. Where are they? Tell me! Are they trying to hide from me?

This is not... how it was meant to go. But I suppose... I should congratulate you... %PCRank...

Well done. Very well done. You're certainly skilled. Let's take this to a more appropriate venue. Meet me at Tel Thenim. All shall come to an end there.

I beg your pardon? Did you forget what is the Telvanni way? No, this whole sordid affair will end up with one of us lying in the ground. I can tell you one thing -- that one won't be me.

Looks like the whelp has fangs. Very well, then. First, I'll swiftly deal with you, and then I'll wipe the rest of the rebellious brats off the face of Nirn. Prepare yourself.

Oh, you recognize me, Moon-and-Star? Such an honor, really. But to be honest, I wouldn't have imagined that living legends such as yourself would find the time to meddle in such trivial matters as house politics. Isn't that beneath you, Nerevar? Aren't there still some old friends left for you to butcher?

Oh, you recognize me, "%PCRank"? Such an honor, really. Yes, I've been watching you for a while now, ever since you volunteered to assist with my experiment. Your meteoric rise through the ranks of House Telvanni was not entirely unexpected. I wanted to thank you for disposing of that simpleton Gothren for me, but it seems like your ambitions didn't end on Vvardenfell. It is such a shame that they will have to end here.

Oh, you recognize me, "%PCRank"? Such an honor, really. Yes, I've been watching you for a while now. Your meteoric rise through the ranks of House Telvanni was not entirely unexpected. I wanted to thank you for disposing of that simpleton Gothren for me, but it seems like your ambitions didn't end on Vvardenfell. It is such a shame that they will have to end here.

Fascinating. Simply fascinating. But this won't do at all, will it? No, it won't. Yes, unsightly weeds must be eliminated. And I see one such unsightly weed just in front of me.

What? Can't you see this is hardly the time?

Stop! Someone fetch a healer! You've gone and slain Mareth Nevaram!

Lay down your weapons. Against all odds, the outlander %PCName has triumphed over Mareth Nevaram. I'll send word of your victory to Indoril Beroth. You should speak to her once you've freshened up.

Lay down your weapons. I've seen enough. Mareth Nevaram has bested the outlander %PCName in fair combat. I'll send word of Mareth's victory to Indoril Beroth.

You betrayed our trust and murdered the love of my life! I'll kill you for that!

What happened in there? What have you done to my wife?

Stop! Where are you taking that velk?

%PCName! They need you upstairs. %Name knows not why. But it is URGENT!

You removed my gift?! As promised, you are a dead mortal!

I can smell a werewolf. Kill it! Come siblings, attack this miserable dog!

One of rotten blood approaches. I smell that hint of death in your flesh. I am uncertain how you did it, but you cleansed your vampirism. You made a mistake by rejecting immortality. Killing you is so easy now.

One of rotten blood approaches. Kill it! Come siblings, attack this miserable leech!

One of rotten blood approaches. Kill it! Come siblings, attack this miserable leech!

Fresh blood enters our house. Such a mouthwatering smell it is. Come closer, mortal flesh!

You are useful, pawn. Remain so and I will permit you to live.

The debt is paid. Now, little %PCClass, accept the power I offer you.

ABSOLON! You are a fool for returning to my sanctum. Prepare yourself, for your torment is only beginning!

%PCClass. You were warned not to return to this place. Witness now the wrath of a Xivilai and die.

Bring me the Oblivion Walker, mortal.

Then this palaver is ended. Witness now the wrath of a Xivilai and die in darkness.

I thought I sensed ambition in you. I have known many of your kind with the affliction. They are drawn to me. Absolon had it, once. So did the Cinder-King, and Haymon Camoran, and many more of your mortal counterparts besides. We Xivilai have an eye for such things. My offer is this. Bring Absolon to me, and I shall reward you with a summoning spell unlike any your kind have known for centuries. Go now. Return with the Oblivion Walker, or not at all.

Then go, little %PCClass. Do not return again.

You shall begin at once, or learn what it means to anger a Marshal of Dagon.

An abominable text, made savage by your crude mortal tongue. I grant you the following word in exchange: YASHAZ. This, and no more. Absolon no doubt believes that he is now free of his obligations to me. I leave this determination to you, %PCClass. Will you go crawling back to your betters like a good thrall? Or will you stay, and hear my offer? You dare not! You dare not.

You have come to fulfill the bargain I struck with Absolon? I shall parlay with you, %PCClass, though I would be within my rights to smite you instead for coming in Absolon's place. Share the words you have brought, and let this be done.

%PCClass. We are here embraced by the enormity of my power on Mundus. Come in under the shadow, and speak. I will show you your fears in the ashes of your fate.

%PCClass. You were warned not to return to this place. Witness now the wrath of a Xivilai and die.

%PCClass. You were warned not to return to this place. Witness now the wrath of a Xivilai and die.

Rawr! Ceordo dead! This one pay for that.

You killed Jheja-Ri! You're going to pay for that.

Why have you come here, mortal? Another worshipper of false gods, traitor to her kind, trying to appease me with a trifling gift? What will it be this time? A pair of shoes that makes my calves look nice? This one tried to offer me a belt that helps with bartering. What am I supposed to do with that?! In my bewilderment, I bashed his skull in and ate his liver. Looks like it's your turn now.

Why have you come here, mortal? Another worshipper of false gods, traitor to his kind, trying to appease me with a trifling gift? What will it be this time? A pair of shoes that makes my calves look nice? This one tried to offer me a belt that helps with bartering. What am I supposed to do with that?! In my bewilderment, I bashed his skull in and ate his liver. Looks like it's your turn now.

Irritant Mortal! You should have left when you had a chance. I will enjoy reducing your bones to fine powder.

Bothersome mortal! You are a fool to have come here, without reason or invitation. Your vexatious presence will not stand. Begone from my sanctum!

Evil demon, away with you! Inerves, Senipal, I need your aid! Hanaribael, get Olumg!

Didn't you hear me the first time? GET OUT!

[Crerier is staring at nothing in particular, seemingly adjusting to the magical fog lifting from his mind.]

Oh thank goodness, my mind is finally clearing up. Thank you. I should snap Crerier out of it and get going before the dust settles.

You did what? You monster!

You did what? You monster!

Well done, %PCRace. Maybe I can actually find some peace now that the witches are dead.

You killed the sisters. Where will Dayis and I go now? I should get inside and talk to her.

The sisters are dead. I can't believe it. Now where will we go? We should get moving, maybe we can reach the road by sunset.

Thanks for the help, %PCRace, but I can find my way back home from here.

Oh... I must have been taken captive on my last trip. If only I could get rid of this horrible headache. Thanks for helping me, %PCRace, but I think I can find my way back home. I just need to rest a little.

Ugh... where am I? Who are you?

You are a curse upon our tribe, n'wah. Don't set foot in our camp ever again.

Can't you let a man have his privacy? Wait, you shouldn't be here. Guards!

Halt, outlander! Before I let you enter Volenfaryon, a piece of advice: you can go anywhere in the camp except for the Propylon Chamber. The Elder Sister resides there -- and if she sees you, you will surely end up as one of her slaves.

Halt, outlander! Before I let you enter Volenfaryon, a piece of advice: you can go anywhere in the camp except for the Propylon Chamber. The Elder Sister resides there, and she prefers not to be disturbed.

Agdistrius was a fool. But he was *my* fool. You'll die for this.

Venatria! No!

I've wasted enough of my time already. I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Thank you, %PCname! I'm just working up the courage to go in.

Aieeee!

[Vildaryn Terano's speech is cut short.]

At last, the sanctum of the great... no! No, the crystal's gone dark! Master Bel-Betu is destroyed! All my study, the whole wretched pilgrimage, all this for a lump of dead stone. It was the witches of Volenfaryon, no doubt. They've circled this place for months. There's nothing here for me now. I'm leaving this cursed place, and I won't look back.

Master Bel-Betu! O great one! O wise one! Hear me speak! My name is Vildaryn Terano. Through untold perils, over many an obstacle, I have come here you to humbly beseech you to take me as your apprentice...

Wonderful! The wicked enchanter will plague our people no more. You've earned a place in our tribe, %PCName. I'll also teach you a spell to aid you in surviving the dangers of the ashlands.

You say the wizard is... a crystal? Bah, it makes no difference to me, just get rid of him somehow!

You should be on your way to Sehutu, %PCRace. The cave is somewhere in the hills to the southwest.

Is that so? Very well. We have been in conflict with the wizard of Sehutu ever since we settled in this fortress. His skeletal raiders are decimating our people. Oh, he is dead already? Wonderful! The wicked enchanter will plague our people no more. You've earned a place in our tribe, %PCName. I'll also teach you a spell to aid you in surviving the dangers of the ashlands.

Is that so? Very well. We have been in conflict with the wizard of Sehutu ever since we settled in this fortress. His skeletal raiders are decimating our people. The cave is located somewhere in the hills to the southwest. Kill him, and you'll earn the hospitality of our tribe. Now get out.

Then you shall be destroyed, scum!

Who goes there? How dare you disturb me in my sanctum? Kolum, take him!

Then what are you waiting for? GET OUT!

You are in the Propylon Chamber of Volenfaryon, and speaking to the Elder Sister of this nameless tribe. Perhaps you wish to join our cause?

Why are you still here? I won't tolerate intruders in these halls. Kolum, take her!

Who goes there? How dare you disturb me in my sanctum?

[The skeletal minion watches you. It says nothing.]

[The skeletal minion watches you. It says nothing.]

Hmpf. In that case, let me at least offer to train you in enchanting. I'm sure you won't turn down the opportunity to learn from a master like me.

I'm so glad to finally have a worthy apprentice.

Well done, %PCName! I'm very pleased with everything you've done for me so far. I'd like to offer you the gift of eternal servitude in undeath by my side. With Sehutu and Volenfaryon, we could achieve greatness far beyond your imagination.

So you've slain the mabrigash? Well done, %PCName! I'm very pleased with everything you've done for me so far. I'd like to offer you the gift of eternal servitude in undeath by my side. With Sehutu and Volenfaryon, we could achieve greatness far beyond your imagination.

Well met! You stand before master Bel-Betu, the great enchanter of Sehutu. It is a rare honor, indeed. Countless hopeful seekers have either given up or been driven insane by the labyrinth. But not you, adventurer, not you... You no doubt have questions about my appearance, so ask away. But after that, there's work to be done.

Did you make Vildaryn Terano go away?

I told you to make Vildaryn Terano go away, not bring him here!

I understand that you've managed to make Vildaryn Terano go away.

You've been told to make Vildaryn Terano go away. Do what must be done.

Have you found the scrap metal you were tasked to fetch?

Meet me in the tabernacle, %PCName.

I owe you a favor, adventurer. I will teach you the spell I used at the very start of my path. May it serve you well. Let me know if you're up for some work -- I have the final mission for you.

Greetings, adventurer. What is it?

You displease me, adventurer. That is most unwise.

[The guar looks to be on the mend.]

[The guar regards you with sadness in its eyes.]

[You make the guar drink the poison curing potion.]

[The guar remains poisoned and in agony. You are unable to help it.]

[You leave the agonized guar alone.]

[The guar groans in agony. It appears to be poisoned. You notice its skin is cracked and swollen in places, oozing yellow pus.]

No! Those monsters devoured her! I can't look. Please, collect these bones for me. I must take what's left, no matter the condition. Her spirit will haunt me if I don't.

Her helmet, yes that's the one. [Weeps.]

That's her sword, Ice Spike. All hope I had is lost... She would never be willingly parted from that weapon. Let's at least find Arvena's remains so that I may inter her properly back in Old Ebonheart and ship the remains to her family.

This is more than I could have hoped for! Arvena is alive, and so am I thanks to you.

Arvena! You're alive, but how...?

Thank you, %PCName, that should be enough. Let's get out of here before the same happens to us. You're welcome to travel with me to Old Ebonheart. It would be comforting to have a friend there at the funeral. Poor Arvena...

There are still some... bones... lying around. Please, it pains me too much to do this, after what I saw.

Let's continue looking for Arvena.

It's you again! Are you willing to help me find my friend Arvena?

Hey there, you! Can you help me? A friend and I were exploring this tomb when we were attacked by a swarm of bonewalkers.

Thanks again for helping out Varzan. He's no longer in disbelief at least.

What's all this fuss about? I'm fine, a bit scratched up is all. Lost my helmet and weapon, though. Varzan, stop your crying! You there, why are you carrying all those bones?

'Old man'? And here I thought you were a friend. Tsk-tsk.

We'll see. That's not the first time I've heard those words.

Oh, I know you won't.

Let's find out together, shall we?

I see you've found my little gutting room. Oh, don't look so judgmental! A man needs a hobby lest he go utterly insane... And it's not like I was doing anything bad. I was ridding the good people of Teyn of smugglers and vagrants. I was doing our community a service, really. A service they must never learn of, naturally. They wouldn't understand.

[Raleth is trying to speak, but no words escape his mouth. He seems to be afraid.]

You were right, %PCName, I owed them this mercy. I had saved myself, but I neglected to do what little I could for the others. Now I have to go. Meet me again in the Monastery of St. Veloth in Almas Thirr.

Llorissa Faali is still alive, and I cannot tolerate this.

They had to die. Had to. Not my fault, but Azura's.

They had to die. Had to. Not my fault, but Azura's.

I'll see you in Emmurbalpitu. You have my word that I will be there.

You're unworthy! Your false gods will crumble before Mehrunes Dagon! Death to you all!

You're an enemy of Lord Dagon. Cursed be your name.

Arise, arise, my children! Rip out their beating hearts and offer them to the flame! So speaks Molag Bal and so it shall be done!

After I've killed you, I'll offer your corpse to the Bone-Eater! He will suck the marrow out of your bones!

You get to keep your head then. Now get the hell out of here.

Foolhardy bastard.

Pathetic.

You're well within your rights to refuse. But I don't think that's the best decision for you... unless you really want me to cut your head off.

You're well within your rights to refuse. But I don't think that's the best decision for you... unless you really want me to cut your head off.

We went over this already. We are not reasonable. You're dead meat, maggot.

Look at who you're talking to, %PCRace. Look at my face. Look at how I'm dressed. Do I look like a reasonable person to you? You're dead meat, maggot.

We went over this already. We are not reasonable. You're dead meat, maggot, unless you pay up.

Look at who you're talking to, %PCRace. Look at my face. Look at how I'm dressed. Do I look like a reasonable person to you? Now pay up.

We went over this already. We are not reasonable. You're dead meat, maggot, unless you pay up.

Look at me, %PCRace. Do I look reasonable? Now pay up.

Poor bastard... It seems we have to kill you then. I'm sure your hide's worth something.

Poor bastard... It seems we have to kill you then. I'm sure your hide's worth something.

Poor bastard... It seems we have to kill you then. I'm sure your hide's worth something.

Poor bastard... It seems we have to kill you then. I'm sure your hide's worth something.

Alright, you maggot. We're the Bone-Eater's gang, and this is a robbery. I'm sure you know the drill. Give us 5000 drakes and you get to keep your head.

Alright, you maggot. We're the Bone-Eater's gang, and this is a robbery. I'm sure you know the drill. Give us 5000 drakes and you get to keep your head.

Come on, show me what you got!

You're not very smart, are you, mate?

I told you not to bother us again, mate. Final warning.

You're nothing but a waste of space then, aren't you, mate? We'll just have to kill you and take whatever pathetic rubbish you're carrying on you.

Thanks. Off you go then, mate. Don't even try to come back to bother us again.

Come on then!

Hmph... alright. Apology accepted, mate. But you'd better pay me 1500 drakes on top of that for bothering Irmiel. If you don't, I'll smash your head in.

Oh, you're sorry now, are you, mate? But you weren't that sorry just a moment ago when you were making your moves on Irmiel. But you did, mate, so now we've got ourselves a grievance... You'd better pay me 1500 drakes on top of that for bothering Irmiel. If you don't, I'll smash your head in.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it, mate. Unless you apologize right now, I'm going to crack open your head like an egg. How's that?

Nothing improper, eh? Do you think I'm some blind idiot? I know what I saw, mate. We've got ourselves a grievance... Unless you apologize right now, I'm going to crack open your head like an egg. How's that?

You're blaming her, eh? What kind of a spineless coward are you? I know Irmiel's a faithful bird. She'd never start talking to random strangers if they didn't approach her first. But you did, mate, so now we've got ourselves a grievance... Unless you apologize right now, I'm going to crack open your head like an egg. How's that?

Oi! Mate! Were you just kissing my bird?

Oi! Mate! Were you just chatting up my bird naked?

Oi! Mate! Were you just chatting up my bird?

Oh... Good grief... It seems that we have been misled... Purposefully deceived by some malignant force. But it's all done and dealt with now, isn't it? There is no need to report this.

Carry on.

Oh, it seems he wasn't a monster after all. False alarm. Carry on.

We will deal with this skeletal horror.

Stand back, citizen! We will deal with this skeletal horror.

That was another... VERY unfortunate misunderstanding. And it's all thanks to this blasted illusion experiment!

That was another... VERY unfortunate misunderstanding. But do you have the three potions of dispel needed to undo my disastrous illusion experiment?

Ermmm... these two officers of the law seem to think that I'm some sort of a monster... You might want to talk to them.

Do you have the three potions of dispel needed to undo my disastrous illusion experiment?

Do you have a shovel so we can bury poor Clivius Corruvian?

It's good that he got a proper burial, but there is still the matter of this blasted illusion experiment.

It's good to be visible again, %PCClass. But I still have to deal with poor Clivius Corruvian here.

Yes! Yes! Finally, someone is willing to talk to me! Please, don't be afraid, traveler. My name is Saylenus Ramaril, and I am not, in fact, dead. I am a sorcerer and I am as alive as you are. What you are witnessing is merely an illusion experiment gone wrong. As for Clivius Corruvian here... he, regrettably, is proper dead. It's not my fault, I swear.

You've found the Writ! No matter... you won't be the first assassin that I've bested!

Get out.

I know the rules of your Tong. Without the Writ, you can't lay a finger on me. Get out of here... before I call the guards.

Finally. %Name can finally go free.

Not now! %Name must focus on the slavers!

Should've known you were trouble.

S'wit. You'll regret that.

The gate is unlocked.

Y-you... you shall not pass.

I'm going to pretend I never saw you.

Halt! S-stand back and identify youself! I won't open this gate to just anyone, you know.

Skalla the Nord has been executed. My job here is done. Hail Mephala!

Skalla the Nord has been marked for death by the Morag Tong. You will not interfere.

Llehra Sahrani has been executed. My job here is done. Hail Mephala!

Llehra Sahrani has been marked for death by the Morag Tong. You will not interfere.

Dels Ravyn has been executed. My job here is done. Hail Mephala!

Dels Ravyn has been marked for death by the Morag Tong. You will not interfere.

Thank you for escorting me out of the city, %PCName. I'll make sure that I never show my face again in Almas Thirr. Here. I want you to have these Scales of Profitable Imbalance. You can use them to haggle with merchants and strike better deals. A clever invention, wouldn't you say? Thanks again. You're a true friend of House Hlaalu.

Good. Thank you for your cooperation. I'm glad to know that the Temple is on our side against the vile Hlaalu. Put her in chains, boys!

You what? This is unacceptable! We have our orders to bring her in -- alive or dead! Let's get her!

%PCName! I see you've brought Calitia to us. That's good. We'll take her to the garrison.

I do not know why you ask me of this, and truth be told, I don't have enough time to care. Only one realm fits your query. Vorthas Uldun. The mad Indoril Raathim of Khalaan pulled their city into Oblivion rather than let the Cyrodiil capture it. In there they have been burning for centuries, their ritual forever tying this land to Lord Methats Uldun's domain. No. Not again. I feel the pull strengthening. I have answered your questions truthfully and so ask for a favor in return. Unbind me from this...

You! The one from my tower. I recognize your voice. I am dead, this I now know, but my spirit is still bound to this gem. You didn't call me forth out of the goodness of your heart, did you? That's what I thought. Be quick. Ask your questions. I understand we do not have long.

What? Wait. Hold on, I remember now. I was in the middle of an experiment, opening a gate to Oblivion with soul gems for stabilizers. And then suddenly there was this awful sucking sensation. No. No, this can't be! You have to reverse this! You have to get me out of here! It's so dark. I can't see a damned thing! Wait, where did the floor go? It's so dark. You have to get me out of here! It's so dark. Wait, where did the floor go? It's so dark. It's so dark. It's so dark it's so...

Don't be ridiculous. If I were dead, my protection runes would have faded, and this tower would have been swarmed with Daedra. Stop fooling around and get me out of here.

You sound like you're right on top of me! Explain yourself. Now!

Are you there? You're in my room, right? I can't see you in this darkness. Please light a torch or something if you could. I haven't gone blind, have I? What is going on here?

I can hear footsteps. Is this you? Oh, finally. I should be right through that door there.

Who are you to enter my tower uninvited? Nevermind. I'm willing to overlook this transgression if you do something for me in return. I've somehow gotten trapped in my own tower. Please come up so we can discuss it face-to-face. I'll let you know when you're getting close.

Then you must serve a sentence of hard labor. Serve your time peaceably, and pay your debt to society.

It appears you don't have the money for this fine. I'll have to escort you to the jail, then.

Very well. We appreciate your compliance.

This lady accuses you of thievery from her Ancestral Tomb? By law, that is a crime. Return the item, and pay a 500 drake fine; or come with me to jail if you cannot afford that. Let's not make a scene here.

You must not be here! You are not allowed to enter this area -- it's only for authorized personnel! You will come with me!

Now that I know the truth of your words, I will answer your call. Give me time, and you'll find me with my ancestors.

Ohn adur bahr ju'rohn, nammu.

Khosi gahkho, n'wah, sint os erufin ohn!

You seem to have a small bounty on your head. Make no mistake, this is no light matter -- but in light of our recent business, let us put it aside. Now...

You! You lied to me, and now you shall pay for impeding Morrowind justice! Then I shall complete my assignment by finishing Midaan. Prepare to meet your end!

You have been most helpful. Now leave.

Then you die.

Thank you. You've been very cooperative. Now leave.

Thank you. You've been very cooperative. Now leave.

This is a legal and honorable execution by the Morag Tong. You don't want to get in the way, or I will have to consider you hostile. I'm not going to ask again; where is Ilen Midaan?

This is a legal and honorable execution by the Morag Tong. You don't want to get in the way, or I will have to consider you hostile. I'm not going to ask again; where is Ilen Midaan?

Ilen Midaan, I am here to-- wait, what are you doing here, %PCRank? And where's Ilen Midaan?

Ilen Midaan, I am here to-- What? You're not Ilen Midaan. Where is he, %PCRace?

You have the lost Death Mask of Empress Katariah? Your boss has struck a deal for her and Cap'n Fentus' lives in exchange for the mask. Thank you for your cooperation. I will deliver this to his lordship. You have done a great service to the Imperial government. I will send word to the jailors that the transaction has been completed and Fentus and Moranie are to be released. You can go now.

You have the lost Death Mask of Empress Katariah? Your boss has struck a deal for her and Cap'n Fentus' lives in exchange for the mask. Thank you for your cooperation. I will deliver this to his lordship. You have done a great service to the Imperial government. I will send word to the jailors that the transaction has been completed and Fentus and Moranie are to be released. You can go now.

Hands behind your back, thief.

Hands behind your back, thief.

You're not getting away from me, thief!

You're not getting away from me, thief!

Halt! You're a member of the Thieves Guild, aren't you? You lot are in for a world of trouble. You're under arrest.

Halt! You're a member of the Thieves Guild, aren't you? You lot are in for a world of trouble. You're under arrest.

Hey! You're not a member of the Imperial Archaeological Society. Thought you could steal the artifacts from under our noses, did you? You've got another thing coming, thief!

Hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

Then pay with your blood, outlaw!

Then pay with your blood, outlaw!

This ends now! You're one of the Thieves Guild, aren't you? Always causing trouble... I'm taking you to jail.

This ends now! You're one of the Thieves Guild, aren't you? Always causing trouble... I'm taking you to jail.

Me and my men are here because Otrebus Delagia, a respected businessman, has requested our assistance. He fears for his life. He has reason to believe that the Thieves Guild is out to get him. We are here to ensure there's peace -- nothing more.

We are here because Otrebus Delagia, a respected businessman, has requested our assistance. He fears for his life. He has reason to believe that the Thieves Guild is out to get him.

Let me escort you out. Oh. And that ship deed you have in your pocket? That stays here.

Let me escort you out.

It's gonna go down like that, huh?

That's it. No more mister nice guy. You're outta here.

That's it. No more mister nice guy. You're outta here.

Enjoy the party, sir. And don't mind me. I'm just doing my job.

Enjoy the party, miss. And don't mind me. I'm just doing my job.

Ha... ha ha ha ha! That wasn't actually half bad. Usually folk don't dare to crack jokes at my face like that. You're alright, %PCRace. You can go about your business, but don't you give me any reason to kill you while you're under the boss' roof. It'd be a shame.

A joker, eh? You'd better cut it short... Mister Delagia doesn't like jokers -- and even less bad ones like you. Now... go about your business. Medemilian Rane does the talking for the boss. Speak with him if you aren't here just to waste our time.

Aren't you a liar. Only a fool would come here unarmed. Now... go about your business. Medemilian Rane does the talking for the boss. Speak with him if you aren't here just to waste our time.

Smart. Only a fool would come here unarmed. Now... go about your business. Medemilian Rane does the talking for the boss. Speak with him if you aren't here just to waste our time.

Hold it right there, %PCRace. This is Mister Delagia's house -- you can't just waltz in here. You don't have anything sharp on you, do you?

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

I've heard you've got a price on your head, %PCRank. For a small fee, I can take care of that.

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You're %PCName, ain't you? Listen up, n'wah, the boss wants to have a word with you. He's waiting for you in the Vendicci manor. Don't try anything stupid. We've got your friends hostage inside these ruins. They will die here, unless you go now and talk with the boss. Got it?

You made a big mistake coming here, you n'wah!

Okay, we're out of the prison. Thanks for that. You still want me to join the Thieves Guild? I'm in.

You talk to the guard? I can go free now, yeah? Let's get the hell outta here then.

The door's unlocked. I can go free now, yeah? Let's get the hell outta here then.

Talk to Alomon Juspethe if you think that's gonna do any good. Or bribe the guard. I don't care. Just get me outta here.

Halt! No one escapes this prison on my watch!

Be on your way.

Rilmas assaulted Alomon Juspethe. Now he's in jail. Actions have consequences.

Did you think that pitiful stone was the real diamond of Queen Elysana? Only a fool would mistake that poor replica for the true gem. No matter. I am the stone's guardian. You are a thief. You will be cut down where you stand.

Just take the blasted courier with you and get out of my sight. And make sure you tell those bastards to free my brother!

Just take the blasted courier with you and get out of my sight.

Smart.

Big mistake!

Just walk away, %PCRace. You ain't gotta die here.

I told you not to come any closer! Big mistake.

Not another damn step! I'm warning you. Back off, or the kidnapped courier gets it.

Your courier is dead. What's done is done. Just walk away, %PCRace. You ain't gotta die here, too.

May the Gods have mercy on you, %PCRace. You will pay with your blood!

I'm glad we could put this matter behind us. Right this way, prisoner.

You no longer have the Armistice with you? It could be lost for generations! You will pay with your blood!

You bear the Mark of the Thief. Word has spread quickly once it was discovered the Armistice was stolen. No amount of money can absolve you of this crime. If you return the Armistice, you may serve a lengthy prison sentence but will go unharmed.

Theft in the Imperial Treasury is a capital offense! Prepare for a summary execution, criminal.

You shouldn't be down here! I am afraid the punishment for breaking into the Imperial Treasury is death. May the gods have mercy on your soul.

Theft in the Imperial Treasury is a capital offense! Prepare for a summary execution, criminal.

Watch yourself. This is the vault of the Imperial Treasury. Even attempting a break in is a capital offense.

I have no business with you, trespasser.

The Weir Gate Focus Lens is back where it belongs.

The Weir Gate Focus Lens is back where it belongs.

The Weir Gate Focus Lens is back where it belongs.

Hurry up, %PCClass! You need to insert the Weir Gate Focus Lens into the receptaculum!

Hurry up, %PCClass! You need to insert the Weir Gate Focus Lens into the receptaculum!

Hurry up, %PCClass! You need to insert the Weir Gate Focus Lens into the receptaculum!

It's not safe here, citizen! Without the Weir Gate Focus Lens to stabilize it, the Weir Gate's gone haywire!

It's not safe here, citizen! Without the Weir Gate Focus Lens to stabilize it, the Weir Gate's gone haywire!

It's not safe here, citizen! Without the Weir Gate Focus Lens to stabilize it, the Weir Gate's gone haywire!

So long as you are truthful and forthcoming with your answers, we can keep this process as pain-free as possible.

Then I shall ensure you keep your silence!

You should not be here, citizen. This facility is strictly off-limits to civilians. I will have to take you in for questioning.

Damn you to Oblivion, outlaw!

Serve your time peaceably, and you may yet regain the Empire's trust.

Halt, you criminal! You are under arrest. Come with me.

It is an honor to serve you, %PCRank!

What brings you down here, %PCRank?

You were told to leave. You're breaking the law by trespassing here. You're under arrest.

Halt! This is a restricted area. You should leave.

What are you doing here, Dunmer? Slaves who have escaped from the mines and plantations of your kinsmen often sneak into Old Ebonheart through this grotto. The slavers haven't found out about this place... yet. And you'd better not tell them! We're keeping watch.

What are you doing here? Escaped slaves often sneak into Old Ebonheart through this grotto. The Dark Elven slavers haven't found out about this place... yet. We're keeping watch.

This watery cave is a miserable place, but beyond it lies freedom to many of %Name's brethren.

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Justice will be done!

I'm leaving this accursed province.

Come, %PCName! Time waits for no one, and those wretches will pay for what they did. I will meet you where they're hiding. For Akatosh and all the Divines! For Roz!

You're defending them? They're thieves, murderers! Clearly you are no better. I misjudged you, %PCName. I thought you were my friend. Now get out of here before I kill you!

She got what she deserved. Now tell me, where are the Ashlanders who ate my horse?

Out of my way! Unesa will die!