morrowind.txt

Go on. I can't stop you.

Well, okay, I guess, but just because you ask me so nice. Bartender! Get me another sujamma so I can sit here and drink all quiet and sweet like the good %PCRace says.

Ah, yes. We were to discuss my plans for you. Let us do that.

Well done. Mephala wishes to speak to you directly. This is a great honor for you. Approach her altar.

Oh. It's you. Well, I hope you're happy. That stupid love potion idea of yours worked, and now look what it's gotten me. She's a monster! Nagging, complaining, spending all my money. How could you let me get into this? Well, what do you want?

With this ring, you have returned all the Threads of the Webspinner to the Morag Tong. You will be blessed by Mephala's skill.

Nar gro-Shagramph said he'd get a Juicedaw Feather Ring for our client. Nar says he doesn't have the ring, but he's a liar. Find him in the Hlaalu Canton Plaza and bring me that ring.

Thanks for getting me out, Robbie Possum. Tell Percius I'm free.

I'm Larrius Varro, Legion Champion of Fort Moonmoth. I've been hoping you might come by. I've got some work for you, if you're interested.

I can carry you by gondola to the Arena in the center of Vivec, or to the Foreign Quarter in the north, or to the Temple district to the south.

You want to join the Fighters Guild? I'm the steward here in Balmora.

Are you sure you are worthy of such knowledge? We should travel together to the Halfway Tavern in Pelagiad.

The slave and foreigner, beast and man, all must die. All mer must accept our dominion, or flee our wrath.

You have my contribution.

You have killed my love. Killing you will not bring her back. But I have nothing to lose.

Put that back, Caleb Mignano | Cyber Wolf.

You freed me, Steve. Are you in the Twin Lamps?

Khajiit has no time for you.

All right, stranger. What's the deal? This is Ebonheart. Are you looking for someone in particular?

Thanks for bringing us. I'd better get to work.

Muck is the damp, fibrous slime from crushed muckspunge plants that grow in the West Gash and on Azura's Coast. Unless properly prepared in the native manner, it is mildly toxic.

Yes! Yes, I killed him! He would have slit my throat! Or so I thought. But what if I was wrong? What if I murdered Gustav in cold blood? My friend...oh my friend! Here, take the gem! Give it to Kolfinna, and may it ease her pain. My suffering, my guilt, will never end!

The destruction discipline is the mastery of the spell effects of the College of Destruction. The destruction spells harm living and undead creatures, and mages specializing in destruction are usually war wizards.

Where is that slave?

Unless he is out hunting, he is in the Erabenimsun camp.

You have already risen to the highest rank available to a lay servant of the Imperial cult.

Oh, you're silly. Hee hee! Why would I ever do something like that? With all these big, strong men here, I'm sure they can take care of it.

You have been expelled.

This outcast ashlander you have killed, Zallay Subaddamael, betrayed Urshilaku hospitality and killed the husband of our trader Kurapli. I had promised her justice, and my failure to obtain it for her has troubled me. This gift pleases me, and does you honor.

So we meet again, 𝖂𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙_𝕸𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑. What do you need from the Lord of West Gash?