Shezarrine The Fate Of Tamriel: A Quest Mod Second Wave
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(not evil, middle age, calm) If these months in the Imperial Court has taught me anything at all, it would be that everything could be a conspiracy, and betrayal often comes from our closest friends.
(not evil, young) What the hell were you even thinking, father?! Vampire, Argonians, the deal - all just a trap you set up to test your own son?
(evil, calm, middle age) The light shall be your end, for the sun gives me power. By the next dawn of Tamriel, the dusk of Nirn shall be marked.
The greatest of all Gods. The God of Magic is majestic, powerful; and most importantly, vengeful. Requires post-processing for the godly effect.
I am the God of Magic, Creation and its Undoing.
Enough! My judgment is final!
Brother... Your lies are known. For which, you will pay.
Abusive, uncivilized and superstitious. Someone that pisses everyone off. The grammatical mistakes in their lines are intentional.
(Angry and condescending) You're a freak!
(Fear but try to cover it up with anger) Burn them! They bring Daedra and ills!
You're unwelcomed!
Selfish, corrupt, calculating,, whose only concern is for his personal gain; he would sell his country for a carriage of gold.
Your Majesty, surely you do not believe in such an absurd "strategy"?
There is an alternative to your strategy: empower the East Empire Company. With strengthened commerce, we will have the capital we need in order to revitalize our nation - that is the only way.
Address me properly, your majesty. I am still your father-in-law.
Female elven ghost captain. Require post-processing. She's a sad character and a tragic hero.
Perhaps you're right about me. I tried to pretend I'm right, but my reasons were empty.
No matter what you would see behind this gate, please understand - I did not see another way. I just wanted to preserve what I held dear.
Terrible, vile monster! You will not conquer our city on this day! By Auri-El, I decree your death!
Elven ghost guards. Require post-processing. There are both male and female versions.
Let's go, my brother and sisters. We will help our friends reach their goal.
You are the reason of our curse. Your obsession about the continuum of our people, had driven us all into this abyss!
Our people are no more. We are dead, and our descendants are little more than warring primitives who despise each other.
Experienced general. Dedicated and courageous.
Former general of the Imperial Legion, Tullius, has brought his legion to assault the emperor's forces in the north.
For now, they are friendly to our side, but we never know about these dragons. Can't be too careful.
Overall, we are making progress, but the fight has been brutal, causing significant casualties on our side.
I should have strangled your mother the moment I learned of her pregnancy!
Raiders? Oh, my naive prince, you know nothing about this land and its people.
You have not seen what I had seen. The sleeping city, what lies beyond... and below.
Field agent, she's on the fringe of death when the player discovers her. Something abominable and horrendous has been done to her, which will twist her into a monstrosity.
Please... help us. They did... something... to change us. It's burning... from the inside!
*scream in agony*
(post-process with demonic voice) Die in the void, Shezarrine.
I had Solas from Dragon Age in mind when I wrote him, it would help if you observe or have observed this character's voice acting.
One way or another, I'll take it back.
I promise you. If we both live through it, if we both make it to the end - we will have a home. A home, a future, where there is only the both of us.
You killed my mentor - you killed my friends!
An Archon of the Aldmeri Dominion. Powerful and ambitious.
I did not expect you, but I shall gladly take your head to Her personally.
Did you hear it? This sewer is crumbling. You will die here, human.
If I kill you, I shall have power great enough to challenge the authority of the High Archon herself!
An ancient elven prince, incarnation of a god. Violent, majestic and ambitious; extremely malevolent yet subtly so.
Nagaiale! Molagi sourahtan! (Slaughter! Burn all that you can reach into ashes!)
My mother is doing what she can to bring down Alinor, once and for all. After that, the north shall be the new seat of our Empire.
Let the Aldmer race die, let these wretched malformed offspring of the Et'ada die. May they shatter, may they kill and despise each other in all ages to come.
My lord is a very wealthy man. Treasures come and go everyday, until-
A few years ago, he would knock at our door and demand money everyday.
All we need is a peaceful solution. As long as both sides exist, that day will never come.
Nervous servant of the prince. She was hired to be with the prince's pregnant mistress in his absence.
My prince, my lady! Lord Amulius has come! Without an appointment!
Please, Lord Salvian, the prince is coming at once...
They say the land just subsided and hundreds of people were buried alive in their-
Elven imperial archer. Kind-hearted, gives people the reliable big-sister impression.
They're gone, kid. You're safe.
I'll bring you to safety. Your father will be glad to see you.
(whispers) Hide behind the rubble, boy! You-
Charismatic and crafty. He was exiled by the emperor, and somehow managed to find his way to the elven capital.
Of course, my dear Ellarel. We're going to have the happiest family ever.
Sorry, Ellarel - it is all for my family's sake. If I didn't do as Tiber Septim said, we would never return to the nobility.
Enough! I've done all that I could to help the emperor conquer Alinor, and I will do all that I can to ensure he keeps his word.
Calculating and calm, whose sole purpose is to survive in the dark events.
I will listen, for now.
We must finish what we have started, or everything will be lost!
My... my lord. I... I am honored by your presence.
Selfish, corrupt, calculating,, whose only concern is for his personal gain; he would sell his country for a carriage of gold.
But the Great War is over! We have already surrendered to the High Archon and signed her concordat.
We can't further infuriate the High Archon, or it will be doom for us all.
Lord Salvian, these words do you no credit.
Why aren't we resting in Leyawiin? The city's got warm beds and good food. Unlike this... wilderness.
Politics, huh? It can have my piss.
Ha. Be glad that we have our own farms and titles, pretty lasses to bang, but free from the bullshit in those lords' castles.
The prince has told you already, clever. The count of Leyawiin must not learn of our trip until we finish the job.
Well, this, I can agree. Politics is simply so unnecessary and beyond-our-reach.
*laugh*
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