Ulfric: "We've been soldiers a long time. We know the price of freedom. The people are still weighing things in their hearts."

Galmar: "What's left of Skyrim to wager?"

Ulfric: "They have families to think of."

Galmar: "How many of their sons and daughters follow your banner? We are their families."

Ulfric: "Well put, friend. Tell me, Galmar, why do you fight for me?"

Galmar: "I'd follow you into the depths of Oblivion, you know that."

Ulfric: "Yes, but why do you fight? If not for me, what then?"

Galmar: "I'll die before elves dictate the fates of men. Are we not one in this?"

Ulfric: "I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children, who's names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find our 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."

Galmar: "Your words give voice to what we all feel, Ulfric. And that's why you will be High King. But the day words are enough, will be the day when soldiers like us are no longer needed."

Ulfric: "I would gladly retire from the world were such a day to dawn."



Galmar: "Give the word, my lord, and Whiterun is yours."

Ulfric: "Whiterun is only a means to an end."

Galmar: "I've toured our camps. We're ready, Ulfric... Whenever you are."

Ulfric: "Is any man ever ready to give the order that will mean the deaths of many?"

Galmar: "No. But neither is every man able to give that order when he must. But you are that man, Ulfric. You've been that man before, and you'll be him again. And these men and women - they call themselves Stormcloaks because they believe in you... They're the meanest, toughest sons of bitches Skyrim has to offer. And they want this. They want this as much as you do. Perhaps they want it more."



Rikke: "Ulfric. Stop."

Ulfric: "Stop what? Taking Skyrim back from those who'd leave her to rot?"

Rikke: "You're wrong. Ulfric. We need the Empire. Without it Skyrim will assuredly fall to the Dominion."

Galmar: "You were there with us. You saw it. The day the Empire signed that damn treaty was the day the Empire died."

Ulfric: "The Empire is weak, obsolete. Look at how far we've come and with so little. When we're done rooting out Imperial influence here at home, then we will take our war to the Aldmeri Dominion."

Rikke: "You're a damn fool."

Galmar: "Stand aside woman. We've come for the General."

Rikke: "He has given up. But I have not."

Ulfric: "Rikke. Go. You're free to leave."

Rikke: "I'm also free to stay and fight for what I believe in."

Ulfric: "You're also free to die for it."

Rikke: "This is what you wanted? Shield brothers and sisters killing each other? Families torn apart? This is the Skyrim you want?!"

Galmar: "Damnit woman, stand aside."

Rikke: "That's not the Skyrim I want to live in."

Ulfric: "Rikke. You don't have to do this."

Rikke: "You've left me no choice... Talos preserve us."



Tullius: "Ulfric Stormcloak! You are guilty of insurrection, murder of Imperial citizens, the assassination of King Torygg, and high treason against the Empire. It's over."

Galmar: "Not while I'm still breathing, it's not."

Rikke: "Step aside Galmar. We're here to accept Ulfric's surrender."

Ulfric: "I'll never surrender Skyrim into the hands of a corrupt and dying Empire."

Rikke: "Skyrim doesn't belong to you, Ulfric."

Ulfric: "No... But I belong to her."



Ulfric: "Skyrim was betrayed, the blood of her sons spilled in doomed struggle against fate. And so in death, too late, I learn 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."

Ulfric: "Do you know the way? I'm weary and lost."