Ravengate (Skyrim Mod)
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The cynical and nihilistic leader of an underground fighting ring. May have enjoyed pulling the wings off butterflies as a kid. In addition to being a lawful evil mentor, he also announces fights at a loud voice. Think Heath Ledger's Joker when voicing this character, or just stick to English if you don't think you can pull that off.
Resist the urge to shout, Dragonborn, lest you bring that whole bloated, sagging, fungus infested hive they call Riften down upon our heads.
Murder, steal and loot for profit and power, all in a day's work for a hero. Two willing participants gut each other ten floors below the surface and that same hero burns with self-righteous indignation!
[Announcing a fixed fight] Ladies and gentlemen! On the right, the Terror of Hammerfell, Marukab at-Qaboor! On the left... some gullible idiot. I'm not taking bets today.
Half Dunmer, half Dremora, all brooding emo edgelord. Think Illidan, Reaper, Aatrox or Sephiroth. Not much to this character.
I have nothing to say to you, mortal. Does the tempest hearken to the rats below?
[Combat taunt] I bring the storm!
[Activates super demon mode] I AM BECOME DEATH!
Big loud Arabic/African guy. Left the Imperial Legion due to old age. He only knows endless warfare and fights because it's the only way for him to make money, but secretly, he wants to be a dragonslayer. He is vicious, loud, and cocky. He has seen his fair share of fights and knows how most end, at his blade.
I'm a soldier. Ex-Legion. I fight because that's what I do. Man, mer, lizards, cats, I don't care, they all choke on their blood when you cut 'em just the same.
[Player tells him a fight is scheduled] And fight we will. There is a temple of Mara in Riften in case you want to make peace with the gods before I kill you.
[Entering combat] Tonight, you will dine in hell.
She hears voices telling her she's the reincarnation of the Tribunal goddess and you are either the Nerevarine or Vivec. Also, her weapon is a giant cartoon mallet with which she whacks people who displease her. In short, Harley Quinn, but a lot less functional. Her accent should be associated with a typical dunmer, being either English or Cockney with a bit of growl to it. But again, crazy. Lots of crazy.
[Rambling] Much of my own power has been spent caring for my people, my child of prophecy. Still, I must demonstrate to these people what it is to mock the will of a god.
[Rambling] Now we Almsivi no longer possess the Heart of Lorkhan, we must lose the divinity we wear. I am sure this knowledge hurts you more than it will ever hurt me, dear Vivec.
[Entering combat] I will be the savior of my people! I alone will be their salvation!
He looks like a typical harmless tree hugger, but he is actually a major gang boss in Riften and carries a concealed crossbow instead of a bow. His jolly Bosmer accent is at odds with his stories about cement shoes. Accent should ideally be Scottish, Irish, or Gaelic, however North American/English can work as well. His pitch his medium to high.
[Egging you on to trigger Flamia's PTSD] She usually hangs out in the Bee and Barb in the evening, drinking her sorrows away. Strike up a conversation, remind her of the good old days. Might be fun.
[While slipping a bear lure into your inventory to assassinate you] I heard we are going to fight in three days. I can BEARly stand the tension. This wait is unBEARable! Anyway, I digress! Best of luck with your preparations, you wouldn't want to emBEARass yourself, now do you?
[Entering combat] Ooh! This will be GRIZZLY!
Veteran Imperial Battlemage. She is well trained and an emotionless professional soldier who talks like she's on the front line... most of the time. She was discharged due to a friendly fire incident she tries to keep secret and suffers a PTSD meltdown if prodded enough, causing her to attack you in a fit of rage.
If you are looking for Flamia Curion the Imperial Battlemage, you will not find her here. No, I don't care who you are. Keep your nose out of other people's business.
[Calling out her status during combat] Enemy spellcast interrupted!
[Entering combat, PTSD triggered] Enough! You will burn for that! Burn like the rest of them! BURN!
His great-great-great-grandfather was a Septim so therefore he calls himself King. Actually, he lives on the streets and has a drinking problem. Think your average hobo, albeit with a massive ego and Tiber Stormcrown blood, if slightly diluted by the alcohol. His accent can be English, American, French, or Irish.
[Player asks if he's a beggar] I am king! King of all of Skyrim! Do you know who my great-great-grandfather-mother-father was? Tiber! Yes! The Septim! The one! The god-emperor!
[Greeting if player has >10K gold] Exactly who do you think you are, maggot? Flashing all that cash in front of your king? [Drinks] Oh, now I see! You're paying your tithe!
[Entering combat] I am King Cereus, the insane honningbrew-powered Divines-embraced murder machine!
TRUE NORD warrior woman fantasy archetype. If you are not a Nord affiliated with the Stormcloaks, she does not tolerate you. If you are, she will drink with you and fight at your side (until Zanath tells her you're actually a Thalmor spy). Her accent can be anything Northern European, but should be deep and fierce.
I don't care about your lies, pointy-ear. Why don't you go be the golden child of the gods somewhere else.
[Referring to Lydia, who is "sworn to carry your burdens"] No, I will NOT carry your burdens.
[Entering combat] Live by the sword, die by the Nord.
An alchemist who specialises in poisons. She has chemical burns, wears corroded robes and her voice may have been affected by exposure to mustard gas. Of course, she is evil as they come. Think Dr. Poison from Wonder Woman 2017.
Would you look at this critter sneaking up on me. Welcome to my gingerbread house.
[Annoyed] If sufficiently concentrated, even the healing potions you are carrying can be a deadly poison. Speaking of concentration, I'm trying to work.
[Entering combat] Don't tread on me!
Young magical prodigy who ran away from home to start fires, summon demons and destroy stuff because fire is fun and people are hilarious when they scream. Think Annie from League of Legends, but grown up (physically).
[Whining] Why do you adults always tell me what to do? Eat your veggies, clean your room, banish that daedra, don't set Mom on fire, don't tear Dad limb from limb with conjured chains! Meanies, all of you!
Trust me, you don't want to fight me. You will fail, and you will die, and Fluffy will eat your soul, and they're all gonna laugh at you!
[Teleports player to Oblivion] Welcome to my dollhouse! I have some awesome dolls to show you! [Summons dremora]
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