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Don’t know what he wanted, but that Psijic gave me a cold shiver up my scales. Well, I got off easy. I think Ancano went off to change his robes!

All these goons and locked doors must make this bandit feel real safe. But as of right now, his ransoming days are over.

You sure we should let this Fjola live? She is a murdering, kidnapping bandit after all. But at least she was kind enough to talk to us first!

With his wife dead, Christer probably attacked you knowing you’d kill him. Some people will follow you to the void if they have to.

A warm fire, wine and cheese. Looks like whoever runs this bandit crew isn’t too bright. You never want your sentries to feel comfortable.

These bandits should be thanking us! By the looks of these barrels, if we hadn’t come along they would’ve starved to death!

Look at that table. It reminds me of a story Moon-Tail told me, about a bard with severed hands who conjured them back to life to play the flute.
Of course, I didn’t believe him. But unlike these bandits, I wasn’t drunk on skooma!

Another archer on the walkway. Looks like the way up is to the right. Sounds like a group of them talking, we may be able to catch ’em off guard.

So these bandits just tossed their leader into the pit? You’d think even the lowliest of companies would show a little more respect.

I get that he’s a necromancer, but what do you mean you never saw eye to eye?

Your aunt was a true knight, Golldir. It took a lot of courage to come in here alone. Even more to leave you behind.

Be ready, traveler. There’ll likely be more Draugr inside. Necromancers are too cowardly to fight on their own.

I like the way this Redguard thinks. Charge ahead, take ’em down, and sort out the pieces.

These aren’t ordinary bandits, traveler. It takes guts to kill a mammoth. Be ready for a fight.

A passageway like this is a double-edged sword. It’s a good escape route, but it’s also an open invitation to assassins.

I’ve heard about these bandits. They use these rocks to trap and kill peddlers. Now, we could find another route, but I say this way’s more fun.

They say it took thousands of men to slay the Red Eagle. I almost want to see him come back, just to see how we measure up.

So the Red Eagle was just another Draugr. I’ve almost gotten used to their shouts, although I can’t say the same for their breath!

I’d burn this altar down, but who knows, that might be what activates whatever dark magic is inside it. Best to just leave it be.

I’ve heard rumors of these Afflicted. Supposedly, instead of weapons, they just spit gobs of green bile at you. Ha! That almost makes me homesick!

These poor fools. The problem isn’t that their God forsook them, it’s that they chose a Daedric Prince to be their a God.

So if I understand this right, they built this grand arena and made a sport where people try to open this treasure chest.
Except when somebody gets close, some guy, sitting in that throne up there, pulls a lever and they get sliced to ribbons.
And I’m supposed to believe the Dwemer were an advanced race?

So these Afflicted, they just pour the slime on a table and breathe it in? You’d think they’d at least use a bowl.

Well, that takes care of the Elf. Let’s get some fresh air. Any longer in this place and we’ll have plants coming out of our ears.

So Valdar wants you to take care of this evil for him? Leave it to a ghost to lose his backbone.

What’s this room for? It’s not like the Draugr need a library. But, maybe they wanted a place where their guests could feel comfortable.

It’s hard to imagine Draugr used to be people. It’s even harder to believe there’s people willing to make them.

Get ready, traveler. These Draugr aren’t going to give up that bottle without a fight.

Another day, another ancient evil slain. Give us a year, and we might actually make this world livable!

So Nurelion thinks only a master alchemist can reach the phial? Ha! In my experience, the only thing you need is a strong back and good sword.

The phial may be broken. I hope the old fool doesn’t blame us. But he probably will.

These spiders ought to make for some good exercise. I’d probably kill them for free, but that’s a bad way to make a living.

Dravin’s bow must have a lot of history behind it, and a lot of sentimental value. You did well to find it for him.

Looking at this scene, sometimes I wonder who the real animal is.

Skooma. I’ve seen many an Argonian fall victim to that poison. It takes a strong will to overcome it. Sadly, few ever do.

I can understand why Mjoll misses her sword. Sometimes, losing a good blade is like losing a member of your family.

Will you look at that! A Dwarven city! Shame these Falmer are about to get evicted!

Bears! We should take the fight to them. Don’t want to get bottlenecked here by the entrance.

This conjurer says we’re disrupting her work. Well, I hate to break it to her, but we’re going to do a lot more than that.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this place. Like some dark magic is inside. Then again, I suppose I can say that about every ruin. Still, stay ready.

This cave is too far off the road. The bandits here must be hiding something. Make sure to check every chest.

This looks like where the chief lives. Should we charge ahead, or try and get the drop on them?

Danger up ahead. And by up, I mean, way up! That’s a lot of steps, and a lot of Forsworn coming down them.

There’s some black magic going on here. Let’s just hope that’s animal blood on the table.

So we’re going to trap a fire-breathing dragon in a castle made of wood? It sounds crazy, but then again, you wouldn’t be the first.

So the Helm of Winterhold’s in some dungeon? Ha, that’s pretty lucky, considering everything else is at the bottom of the ocean.

It sounds like these bandits don’t know heads from tails. Still, you don’t see clans turn on each other often. Something else must be going on here.

Following this ghost down a tunnel feels like a mistake. The only question is, who’s the one making it.

I guess that book explains the bard’s motives. He must want Olaf dead. Well, traveler, judging by this ruin, I’d say he’s about a thousand years too late!

What a fight! Look at all these Draugr! Some kings get buried with their gold. But these Nords, they rather have an army.

So you sold something, but it wasn’t yours to sell. That means the goat belongs to Ennis, but I don’t think the Giant will see it that way.

 We have to find a way to free these women. Even if it means we have to take their lives.

It looks like the only way to free these ghosts is to kill them. Lucky for us, they’re already dead.

Whoever this warlock is, he picked a nice place to roost. Too bad for him, he’s about to get evicted.

Not even bandits deserve what this warlock had planned for them. We did the right thing by freeing them.

Combat

Fall to me, Giant!
I’ll cut you down to size!
The bigger they are, the harder they fall!
I’ll turn you into scrap metal!
You’re bleeding oil, machine!
Die you metal monster!
Damn these crawlies!
Blasted spiders!
I’ll tear you apart!
I’ll skin you alive, wolf!
You fight as bad as you smell, troll!
Just try and hit me you overgrown ape!
(Wolves) They’re nimble! Watch yourself!
Watch for their lunges!
(Trolls) Remember, they’re weak to fire!
Take that you big hairy beast!
Watch their fangs! Don’t let them surround you!
Come on you ugly son of a bitch!
They’re quick! But we’re faster!
Let’s dance, Falmer!
Traveler, watch out for their spit!
Have a bite of my steel, Chaurus!
I’m going to squash you like the bug you are!
The void wants its corpse back, mage!
Kill the warlock and the corpses fall with him!
An archer! Raise a shield or take cover!
Ha! You’re going to need a bigger weapon! And a new arm to swing it!

Combat to Normal
Ha! They never learn.
That takes care of these guys. Here’s hoping they have friends!
That’s the last of them.
Good work, traveler. On to the next fight.
Well trained means you fight well.
Another day, another victory. Never gets old.
All right. On to the next challenge.
A good fight always gets the blood flowing.
Area clear.
We got ’em.
Doesn’t look like there’s any more.
Way’s clear. Let’s keep moving.
With every victory, we honor the fallen.

Innkeeper scenes

Well traveler, let’s see what this inn has to offer.

My tail’s sore. I could use a drink. And maybe something to eat.

All right, let’s see what they got here.

This inn doesn’t look too bad. Maybe I’ll order something.

How about a cup of water, and some dried fish for the road. It never hurts to be prepared.

I’m as hungry as a werecroc. Give me a steak and a side of stew.

Just fill my flagon with wine and let me have at it.

Is there anything that doesn’t have bread or cheese? What’s on the menu?

I’m in the mood for some soup. What are you serving today?

On second thought, I think I’ll pass.

Never mind, I’ve brought a few things with me.

Can you remind me again what you serve here?

Hm…give me some more time to think about it.

All right, I’ll just have some ale then.

So we’re looking for a helmet? Well, judging by the state of his city, the Jarl isn’t doing himself any favors, so he might as well ask us.

Seems like this ruin was haunted, traveler. Although now that the wisp is dead, the bandits will probably move back in!

Oh, so Gleda really is a goat! Sometimes you can’t tell with married people – they could be talking about their in-laws!

(Night to Remember) It seems I got drunk and lost control.
Ha! So there’s something in this world stronger than you after all. Don’t worry, traveler, your secret’s safe with me.

The priestess mentioned something about marriage and a goat. Sound familiar to you?
Maybe it’s a joke. I know when Arnwulf woke up from one of his drunken hazes, we’d always tell him some crazy story.
Of course, the funny thing is, half the time the truth was even worse! So you might not wanna find out.

What do you think Sam’s intention was?
Don’t know. But whatever he gave you didn’t kill you, so just be glad for that.

What do you think was in that drink?
Don’t know. Don’t think I want to. But if I’ve learned anything, it’s not to trust strange men bearing strange gifts.

Hellos with new mic
Yeah?
What is it?
Something I can do for you?
The swamps are dangerous at night. Lucky for us, there’s no swamps in Skyrim!

 

On second listen, I think we should update SOME (but not all) of the base files gradually along with the new stuff. No more than a dozen at a time, slowly but surely. The opening and maybe some of the quest dialogue. The idle commentary is fine. 

“Ch” in chaurus like chocolate 

What do you want, stranger? I don’t have time for chit-chat.

What do you want, stranger? I have a date with the marsh, and the chaurus that call it home.

Just passing through.
Then pass. Be like the wind. At least it has the courtesy not to speak.

The marsh is dangerous. You should not delve into it as you do.
What chivalry! Perhaps you’ll also fetch me a bib, so that I don’t stain my tunic when I vomit at your words.

I wanted to meet the one who braves the marsh.
And I am honored to meet one so thick as to think this pond is a marsh.

Thought I’d say hello before you became Chaurus chow.
Ha! Don’t worry, I’ll makes sure your cousin gets plenty of exercise before he chews my leg off.

Forgive my impertinence. I would simply like to know your name.
And the politeness continues! Perhaps I am speaking with a noble! My apologies, my lord!
Ha! Don’t worry traveler, I meant no offense. There are simply so many bandits here in Skyrim, and such few persons of character.
As for my name, my clan once knew me as Anum-La, but fighting folk call me The Swamp Knight.

You’re bold. I’d like to know your name so I can carve it on your headstone.
Ha! Then let me make sure you carve it correctly. I apologize for giving you such a hard time. But you adventurers make such easy targets.
Greetings, brave traveler. My clan once knew me as Anum-La. The fighters I stand beside, however, call me The Swamp Knight.