"You're a long way from the Imperial City. "Another refugee? Gods really have abandoned your people, dark elf." "You from Daggerfall, Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue?" "Not many wood elves would choose to come alone to Skyrim." "Are you a relative of one of the Riften dock workers, Argonian?" "You're not with the Thalmor Embassy, are you, high elf? No, that can't be right." Hadvar's comment when he calls the Dragonborn will change based on the race chosen: The race and gender of the Dragonborn will occasionally affect how the people of Skyrim and beyond react to the them. The Dragonborn's race, weight, gender, and facial structure can be determined via value sliders. Who are you?" Character creation Main article: Character Creation (Skyrim)Ĭharacter creation is operationally similar to Oblivion but incorporated a greater level of detail and customization. You can't do this!" Captain: "Halt!" Lokir: "You're not going to kill me!" Captain: "Archers!" Captain: "Anyone else feel like running?" Hadvar: "Wait. Lokir of Rorikstead." Lokir: "No, I'm not a rebel. Jarl of Windhelm." Ralof: "It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!" Hadvar: "Ralof of Riverwood. One at a time." Ralof: "Empire loves their damn lists." Hadvar: "Ulfric Stormcloak. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." Lokir: "No! Wait! We're not rebels!" Ralof: "Face your death with some courage, thief." Lokir: "You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" Imperial Captain: "Step towards the block when we call your name. Move it!" Lokir: "Why are we stopping?" Ralof: "Why do you think? End of the line. Now." Haming: "Yes, papa." Imperial: "Whoa!" Captain: "Get these prisoners out of the carts. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe." Haming: "Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?" Torolf: "You need to go inside, little cub." Haming: "Why? I want to watch the soldiers." Torolf: "Inside the house. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. I bet they had something to do with this. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Divines, please help me." Ralof: "Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. Let's get this over with." Lokir: "Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. I'm from Rorikstead." Imperial: "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" Tullius: "Good. 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. 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. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." Lokir: "Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. 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. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. 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.
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