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Quotes: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
"Dovahkiin, Dovahkiinnote 
Naal ok zin los vahriinnote 
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!note 
Ahrk fin norok paal graannote 
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,note 
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!"note 

"You know what is wrong with Skyrim these days? Everyone is obsessed with death."
Jon Battle-born

"What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"
Paarthurnax

"I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the knee."
Every single guard, everywhere.

"Guhh..."
Every single guard, everywhere, shortly after the above line is heard for the ten thousandth time.

"Let me guess: Someone stole your sweetroll."
"See those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords."
"Heard about you and your... honeyed words."
"I got to thinking. Maybe I'm the Dragonborn, I just don't know it yet."
—Guards, again.

"Skyrim's harshness has a way of carving a man down to his true self."
General Tullius

"I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children, whose names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find a country full of strangers wearing familiar faces! I fight for my people, impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must."
Ulfric Stormcloak

"Your words give voice to that which we all feel, Ulfric. That is why you'll be High King. But the day when words are enough will be the day soldiers like us are no longer needed."
"I would gladly retire from the world. Were such a day to dawn."
Galmar Stone-Fist and Ulfric, continuing from the above

"Skyrim was betrayed, the blood of her sons spilled in doomed struggle against fate. And so, in death, I learned the truth - fed by war, so waxed the power of Alduin, World-Eater - wisdom now useless. By gods' jest in this grim mist together snared, Stormcloak and Imperial, we wander hopeless, waiting for succor. There is no escape. Courage is useless. Do you know the way? I'm weary and lost. Beware! The World-Eater waits within the mist."
Ulfric Stormcloak, wandering the mists of Sovngarde.

"I do swear my blood and honour to the service of Ulfric Stormcloak"
"Jarl of Windhelm and true High King of Skyrim!
As Talos is my witness, may this oath bind me to death and beyond!
Even to my lord as to my fellow brothers and sisters in arms!
All hail the Stormcloaks! The true sons and daughters of Skyrim!!"
Blood Oath of the Stormcloaks

"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me,
For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."
Chant of the Black Sacrament

"When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world.
When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped
When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles
When the Dragonborn ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls
When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding
The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn"
.
The Prophecy of the Dragonborn

"You do not even know our tongue, do you? Such arrogance. To take for yourself the name of dovah."
Alduin the World Eater

"FUS RO DAH!"
Many a Dragonborn

"We drink to our youth, to days come and gone
for the Age of Aggression is just about done
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home
Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings!
On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives
And when Sovngarde beckons everyone of us dies
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams"
Age of Aggression

"We drink to our youth, to days come and gone
for the Age of Oppression is just about done
We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home
All hail to Ulfric! You are the High King!
In your great honour we drink and we sing!
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives
And when Sovngarde beckons everyone of us dies
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams"
Age of Oppression

I used to dream of it. In the dream I was standing someplace high up, a tower, or a mountain. It was always just before dawn. The whole world was in darkness. Then came the flash of light just on the horizon within the clouds that marked the border between worlds. It could have been lightning but there was no thunder. In the dream, the sense of foreboding grew. But, I could never wake up. Then, it came again, this time more distinct, closer, definitely not lightning now it was orange, brilliant orange, the color of hearth and dawn. And a sound too, distinct and indistinct, not thunder but something else, something uh, I should recognize but in the dream I cannot place it. I want to leave my high place to seek shelter. From what, uh, I don't yet know. In the manner of dreams I cannot escape. I'm forced to wait and watch. Then, finally, realization and horror arrive together. The orange is flame, heat. The sound, a roar, a challenge in their ancient tongue. And now it's too late for escape. The dragon's upon me, fire and darkness descending like a thunderbolt. And not just any dragon, but the dragon, Alduin, the World-Eater! The dragon who devours both the living and the dead! And then, I would wake up and hope that it was just a dream but know that it was not.
Esbern

"What happened to you gamers?
It seems somewhere along the way
You turned from doing good
And so now evil's holding sway.

Rhythm games and fitness games
And even cooking sims!
What else are we to do?
Fight the fight in old Skyrim!

Beyond the frozen tundra
Lies the homeland of the Nords
Where radiant stories bloom
and you can dual wield magic and swords.

Use perks just like in Fallout
Defend the family that you've reared
Kill dragons just by shouting
You can even have a beard!

The game of life's a drag
It's filled with homework, filled with books
My job is lame and girls make fun
Of my less than stellar looks.

Damn it boy why do you heed
To such shallow, mortal whims?
There's a battle that needs your steel my son
In the land of old Skyrim!"
Harry Partridge, "The Song Of Skyrim"

''Who's rapping? Dovahkiin.
Dragons? I'm not over-keen.
I'll dice them like a knife

Slicing right through an aubergine.
My dragon shout flow
Is sweeter than a Sodastream.

You won't believe your eyes
I'm like an overload of dopamine.

A broadsword in one hand
And a magic spell in the other.
I'm the last of the Dragonborn
There's no other, my brother, so run for cover!


If you've got scales then I'm on your tail and I will not fail
Like a free-roaming sandbox game, I'm off the rails.
I'll walk the trail through awful gales and storms of hail
Til all the nails are knocked into your coffin.
I'm not stoppin' til
you're impaled and I've prevailed.

In the name of the Nords, I pray to the lords,
You'll all get a taste of the blade of my sword!
I'm taking of hordes of enemies!
I face 'em with hoards of weaponry!
They're draining my force! So chemistry comes into play with retorts and recipes
Alchemixing like a DJ, restoration, restore my energy!

My legacy, odyssey, elegy, prophecy's written in heavenly bodies and buried
With everybody who ever did bother to mess with me deading them terribly horribly
!

I'm a celebrity, honestly! You're a wannabe! I'm a prodigy!
The suggestion you're better than me at being a warrior? Hah! Comedy!
It's a gift to me!

I don't just spit flames lyrically, but literally!
And the Elder Scrolls are scripts in which I've written your obituary!
I am the Dragonborn!
Wearing a hat with badass horns!
I'm Dovahkiin, known globally, you're nobody at all!
Dan Bull, The Epic Skyrim Rap

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