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The Elder Scrolls V

S K Y R I M

Ralof: Hey, you. You're finally awake.
Ralof: You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there.
Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came around. Empire was nice and lazy.
Lokir: If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell.
Lokir: You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!
Lokir: And what's wrong with him, huh?
Ralof: Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.
Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion.
Lokir: But if they captured you.... Oh gods, where are they taking us?
Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits.
Lokir: No, this can't be happening, This isn't happening.
Ralof: Hey, what village are you from horse thief?
Lokir: Why do you care?
Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home.
Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead.
Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
Tullius: Good, Let's get this over with.
Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.
Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor.
Ralof: and it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this.
Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
Ralof: This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in.
Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.
Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Torolf: Inside the house, Now.
Ralof: Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
Haming: Yes, papa.
Imperial Soldier: Whoa!
Lokir: Why are we stopping?
Ralof: What do you think? End of the line.
Ralof: Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.
Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!
Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.
Imperial Captain: Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.
Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists.
Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.
Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!
Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood.
Hadvar: Lokir of Rorikstead.
Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!
Imperial Captain: Halt!
Lokir: You're not going to kill me!
Imperial Captain: Archers!
(Lokir has fled the scene and is now living out his days in a shack near the hold of Falkreath)
Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?
Hadvar: Wait. You there. Step forward.
Hadvar: Who are you?
[Create Your Abomination Start]
Hadvar:
[Altmer/High Elf] You're not with the Thalmor Embassy, are you high elf? No, that can't be right...
[Argonian] Are you a relative of one of the Riften dock workers, Argonian?
[Bosmer/Wood Elf] Not many wood elves would choose to come alone to Skyrim.
[Breton] You from Daggerfall, Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue?
[Dunmer/Dark Elf] Another refugee? Gods really have abandoned your people, dark elf.
[Imperial] You're a long way from the Imperial City. What're you doing in Skyrim?
[Khajiit] You with one of the trade caravans, Khajiit? Your kind always seems to find trouble.
[Nord] You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman.
[Orc] You from one of the strongholds, Orc? How did you end up here?
[Redguard] What're you doing here, Redguard? You a sellsword? A sailor from Stros M'kai?
Hadvar:
[Male] Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list.
[Female] Captain. What should we do? She's not on the list.
Imperial Captain:
[Male] Forget the list. He goes to the block.
[Female] Forget the list. She goes to the block.
Hadvar: By your orders, Captain.
Hadvar:
[Altmer/High Elf] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Summerset Isle.
[Argonian] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Black Marsh.
[Bosmer/ Wood Elf] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Valenwood.
[Breton] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to High Rock.
[Dunmer/Dark Elf] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Morrowind.
[Imperial] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Cyrodiil.
[Khajiit] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Elsweyr.
[Nord] I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your homeland.
[Orc] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are turned to Orsinium.
[Redguard] I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Hammerfell.
Hadvar: Follow the Captain, prisoner.
(Dramatic Walk)
Tullius: Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak: (muffled grunts)
Tullius: You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.
(An echoing sound of Your Mother a creature passing by)
Hadvar: What was that?
Tullis: It's nothing. Carry on.
Imperial Captain: Yes, General Tullius.
Imperial Captain: Give them their last rites.
Priestess of Arkay: As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Nine Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved....
Stormcloak Soldier: For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with.
Priestess of Arkay: As you wish.
Stormcloak Soldier: Come on, I haven't got all morning.
Stormcloak Soldier: My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?
(The Stormcloak Soldier gets his head lopped off like an idiot)
Stormcloak Soldier: You Imperial bastards!
Vilod: Justice!
Ingrid: Death to the Stormcloaks!
Ralof: As fearless in death as he was in life.
Imperial Captain:
[Altmer/High Elf] Next, the high elf!
[Argonian] Next, the lizard!
[Bosmer/Wood Elf] Next, the wood elf!
[Breton] Next, the Breton!
[Dunmer/Dark Elf] Next, the dark elf!
[Imperial] Next, the renegade from Cyrodiil!
[Khajiit] Next, the cat!
[Nord] Next, the Nord in the rags!
[Orc] Next, the Orc!
[Redguard] Next, the Redguard!
(Another echoing sound of a creature passing by)
Hadvar: There it is again. Did you hear that?
Imperial Captain: I said, Next prisoner!
Hadvar: To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy.
(Just when you're gonna go bald suddenly...!)
Tullius: What in Oblivion is that?
Imperial Captain: Sentries! What do you see?
Imperial Soldier: It's in the clouds!
Dragon: (a shout idk)
Tullius: Don't just stand there! Kill that thing!
Headsman: Gah...
Tullius: Guards, get the townspeople to safety!
Imperial Soldier: Fall, damn you, fall!
Tullius: Someone get the battlemages out here. Now!

End of Nonsense