Orc Diplomate Dialogue Complete/NEED MISC AND END CRIPPILE

MAKE SURE TO HAVE AUDIO RECORDINGS SET FOR MONO, NOT STEREO
SPLIT EACH INDIVIDUAL LINE INTO ITS OWN FILE
KEEP QUALITY CLEAN AND CLEAR THROUGHOUT
HAVE THE AUDIO BE AS LOUD AS YOU CAN MAKE IT WITHOUT AUDIBLE CLICKING OR NOISE

COMMENTS IN BRACKETS {} ARE SPOKEN/DONE BY THE PLAYER
COMMENTS IN BRACKETS [] IS WHAT THE PLAYER IS DOING OR WHERE THEY ARE

-----------------------------------------

{An Orc in a place like this? Why?}

Worry not, I'm not here to insult the dead. I've come on behalf of my peers at Daggerfall to mediate a peace between my kind and the Bretons.

Forgive me, friend, I have no desire to offend with my presence.

Rest assured however, I'm not of the Orcs who raided this outpost.

I have a mission here in the Reach, and that is to cease the racial feud that grips this land. All the centuries of violence have yielded nothing but blood.

Now the voice shall make up for where the sword has failed.

{And how do you hope to achieve that impossible task?}

In a way that has seldom been seen in the east, through diplomacy. Both races seek an end to the constant strife that permeates our every interaction.

Through ways seldom seen throughout the province; diplomacy. That was my education, and I seek to make the most of it here.

Despite the ferocity seen on both sides of this conflict, there is the hope for peace. Some will have you believe that peace is paid in blood, but look around; the corpses of that belief.

Yet I'm not naive, compromises will have to be made. With the Orcs sacrificing whatever gains they've made in their onslaught.

{From the look of things, The bretons are the aggressors, the blame should be on their onslaught.}

Hah.... You're braver than most. Just don't go saying that around the locals, they'd have you lynched come nightfall.

But the Orcs are in no position to make demands, they own no real assets or power. Such is the reality of those at the bottom. Even then, the Kingdoms of this land wont part with free labour.

{Good, the Orcs must be punished for their crimes}

Centuries of strife precede my kind, one would think that was punishment enough. I doubt more Orc heads will settle this matter. We must pursue other means for peace.

Or endure a future much like the past, full with bitter revenge.

{Free labour?}

For punitive reasons, surely. Vast quarries found across the province are home to the great mass of the Orc race.

Trust me, a far better fate to what's outside those pits.

{You don't sound like the typical Orc, and it seems you don't have that same kinship they do.}

If I had a septim for every time I've heard that... just a result of being coveted by the civilized instead of the savage. A lifetime of academia and study has honed the mind, making one inclined to shirk violence.

The trick is to roll your tongue!  An Orc can tell the difference between one grunt and another, but for those who don't share our blood?

A lot of good intent gets lost in the weeds.

An education in daggerfall helps too, but you wont be seeing many green faces boast the same.

And many want to keep it that way, certificate or not, an Orc is still an Orc. Truly a cursed race...

Ah, looking for pity isn't for me. Anything else you'd like to discuss?

Though ultimately to most, an Orc is still an Orc, doesn't matter how many universities you put it through. A fate I've come to resent and wish to leave, even if it means the desolation of my race.

[Character has a speech in front of Breton audience]

The people here have grown understandably tired of this ancient tension that engulfs the land - I've come here today to hopefully abridge the distance between our races.

Good people of Evermore, the most welcoming folk in High Rock. None are so ready to accept progress like you. I am forever grateful that your proud city has permitted my speech.

The topic is one that concerns all here and beyond, and it regards the possible harmony between Breton and Orc.

Tomes cover the atrocities and crimes committed in our racial feuds, one can dwell over each page...

Or we could hope to stop the quill, with a resolution to this dreadful story a happy one! Forgo blood and forge peace, we are deserving of a better world.

Yes, I know many here roll their eyes in light of my words. To sleep without one eye open, to reap the grain without worry. Dreams of peace.

But it is only through our effort that peace becomes real.

So break the cycle of revenge and banish that which haunts our relations. The ghost of a savage past.

Wayrest was a tragedy, a complicated tragedy. And my time here today is unfortunately limited. Yet I assure you, this racial antipathy was not the cause for its fall.

Much time has been dedicated to your concerns, for it's precisely why I arrived here. This is not a sole venture taken by myself, Daggerfall has committed many minds...

The Orcs share a collective trauma, Orsinium and all the defeats since. As I stand before you, people just like I have been sent to the Enclaves of my Kin.

And the demands made of the Orsimer are far heavier than I ask of you. In case anyone believes the Orcs will go without concessions of their own.

However, honesty is needed. The Orcs do hate, but is is not a hate inborn, but learned. The old may shirk the desire for peace, but the young have hope.

Hope that will be stymied if they remain isolated away from the wider realm.

A priority noted, soon to be addressed. Missionaries have been accepted by chiefs and elders alike, replacing beliefs in their stay. Malacath's worship will cease to be.

All of this I promise has one stipulation, a most precious prospect for the Orc. New Orsinium, to go without harm. The city will go without arms and malicious intent.

In exchange for its sanctity, from now until we can live side by side.

Where we can level the myriad differences and seek answers to the agendas that often clash - ultimately forgoing violence and birthing a time of friendly relation.

I'm sure that many of us would like to sleep without a sword in bed - and with work, we can have that transpire. No longer will they be dreams of peace but a tangible reality.

However this tranquil tomorrow will remain in its womb as long as this perennial cycle of revenge and abuse haunts us. We need to concede to forgiveness and bury the hate.

Wayrest is a story that can cover a library's worth of tomes - it's ruin cannot be condensed to a sentence. Let us return to the topic at hand....

That is principal among our concerns, an issue that has entrenched itself deeply into the very structure of society - it will require much work to root out its cause...

Those of my race are still anchored to past tragedies, Orsinium being highest among them. So consuming is their wrath that scores of my kin are animated by nothing more but revenge.

It's a myopic view sourced to a hollow impetus - where older generations may find it hard to break their umbrage, the younger are always more receiving to new ways of thinking.

And we are doing just that, missionaries sent to the remaining tribes throughout High Rock to impute good qualities into the children, steering them away from the savage traditions that anchor their ancestors.

Coercion for tribal elders will assuage the immediate threat posed by those adolescent Orcs, yet this is contingent on the safety of new Orsinium.

[Character is approached by player - character is startled from the sudden death of another character]

{What happened? Did you do this?!}

What madness? What gutter did you arise from? Is this some ploy for my treachery against the bretons?

Who the?! What madness is this?!

Someone aims to get rid of me, no doubt about it.

{No, I have nothing to do with the bretons}

This man was slain by some warped magic that had came as quickly as it went - I've naught to do with his death.

The chief, gone in an instant, his head cleaved right off. It was the necklace! Yanked him off his feet and just like that, right through the neck.



Whatever malevolent force that transgressed here seemed to have ripped that necklace right through his neck, severing body and mind.



{Do you expect me to believe a necklace killed the chief?}

As i said, of its own volition - the necklace had ruptured the flesh and tore itself all the way through. Look I can't explain much now, the Firstborn will be coming, surely you know his temperament if you've spent any time around him.

I wouldn't believe me either, but I say it how I saw it. There was something off about the chief... Damn, I'm in deep now aren't I?

{They're either going to blame me, or you, and I'm not dying today}

Ha, fool, they'll gut us both! Look, we haven't got time for details, the chief's son is gonna be upon us anytime now. We must get our stories straight.

{You're gonna tell him what you said to me? Really?}

*Sigh* Let's see if all those years of study were worth it. You're about to see diplomacy at work.

I'm no warrior nor am I wanting of sanity - why would I enter the midst of an armed group on edge, to kill their leader without any means of escape?

{I don't know who you are, you could have many reasons}

Pardon any impertinence, the panic had me forgo introductions - as you can understand. I'm Luther, hailing from daggerfall with the task of soothing the bitter relation between Breton and Orc.

Right, the name is luther. I'm no fighter, but I know you are - first impressions are enough for now, we'll have formal introductions later. Alright?

Got a sense for the worst, he's coming.

That's all I can divulge on now, we may have very unpleasant company sharing our presence soon.

{The firstborn?}

His first son yes, that beast will enact a vengeance so terrible that no reason will thwart. We may have to leave here, immediately.

Sensing it too? Yeah, him. Keep quiet, any minced words will have us slain without a second thought. Fortunately, the boy's brain doesn't match his brawn.

{A dead chief and us running will make us culpable in all their eyes}

.... You're right, yet I had the temerity to think I could speak my way out of this.

However we have no other option, don't reveal anything beyond what you know - lest out stories contradict. I doubt anyone will believe what happened here...

Congratulations for stating the obvious. I mean no offence but you must keep quiet, your words will only doom us.

And if he does confront you, tell him sternly the same I told you. No contradictions. No one dies.

[Character talks to another Orc character, who had just suffered the death of his father]

Hold fast, he is free from guilt - this murder happened through some spell beyond what we could conjure.

Hold Firstborn! Neither this one or I are responsible. On Malacath's spirit, I tell the truth.

The amulet your father wore, cursed with intent. Surely this was all in Malacaths design.

Now you see firstborn, your father clung to power too long. He halted your rise! He crushed your hopes!

I respected your father, I respect his mission. But your strength is what's needed in these times, your undying courage. Now you must rule.

I will ensure your victory, open the gates of the Bretons for your conquest.

This one will undertake the tasks I give him, all for your success. Rejoice Firstborn, the destiny of all Orc kind is in your hand.

Listen, your father asked for me to be here. He must have told you about my arrival before your departure to Raven Spring.

I am here to help your people survive, you may not like it but I am the best chance you have.

{Could have fooled me with that praise, are you actually happy about this?}

Fury shall cover what we lack in wit. The Firstborn will likely grind his father's ambitions into dust, but for now, we live.

I see that you have a more nuanced approach to conflict, setting you apart from most here. So you must understand that the Firstborn's leadership is temporary.

Make every attempt to stifle his aggression, and hinder the fickle plans he will carry out. Otherwise the fate of our kin will become much worse.

{What will you be doing in Evermore?}

Attempting the impossible, a resolution to the eternal battle between the two main races of this realm.

In a word, moving mountains. Daggerfall has sent me to seal the rift between Orcs and the rest here.

I very much doubt I'll succeed, but them allowing me to speak at all is progress enough. Nothing worth doing comes easy.

{Orc and Bretons?}

Who other? All the thinking specie in this land have been reduced to these dichotomous forces, and if we don't make peace, it will soon fall to one.

This will probably be my most difficult speech -  the west was its own battle but here in the east? The hatred has taken on its own distinct form.

Shouldn't be under any illusion that I'll convince them, the east has a particularly morbid history with my kind.

Now Daggerfall was a breeze, yet I always felt that the praise I received there was merely pity. Or worse, a joke. Their pet project.

Better not let such thoughts distract me from the speech, have to keep a clear mind. Will expect some heckles here and there, nothing I haven't dealt with before.

Requiring a medicine made exactly for it, though I've been wanting of time to develop that very cure. I will have to improvise, building from past speeches.

{I hope you succeed}

Don't go expecting a parade celebrating newfound peace, at least, not yet. Just know that this sets the precedent, a beginning to some small progress.

You know, talking about it has made me realize the weight of my responsibility. Not merely putting on a show for curious nobles, but making change.

Daunting, well if I am to succeed in evermore, then I'll have to remove all doubt for the time being. Nothing but the goal in mind.

They await me, I'll be departing soon. Keep out of the Firstborn's way, and I may see you again.

They wont accept us as neighbours overnight, so free yourself from those delusions - but they will have heard a different take. Just planting the seed into their mind, that another world is possible...

...Should make it easier to see that world a reality.

{What motivates you to be friendly with bretons?}

Circumstance; I'm under no illusions that my privileged past had fomented this pacifist streak - and an observation to my limits, born from race, to seek a change.

I wont tell you that it was a spontaneous desire, it grew from a privileged past. They can decry the unanimous aggression of the Orcs, but they must also address the unanimous deprivation.

Yet they wont, much easier to lay the source of our hatred to blood. To that beyond our control. The mass murder of our kin leaves no room for sympathy.

And ultimately, fighting has yet to yield any gain. Too divided to serve a single banner, too exhausted to march beneath it.

We as orcs are no longer in the position to wield banners and call for arms, that path ends in defeat. A defeat that either has us suffer a final degradation in dignity or our ultimate extinction.

{At least we can die together with our kin}

I've been reared in those affluent cities to the west, I struggle to summon the same kinship you feel, forgive me.

I cannot share in that fate, forgive me. If our race is to fade, have the last of us be a presentable face.

{They wont care for your feathers, you'll still be an Orc to them}

I'd rather carry on with the delusion of dignity, than succumb to despair. We'll see what the future holds.



My destiny is to be an example, that Orcs are capable of more than primordial savagery.

{This goes beyond yourself, we all share the struggle}

You share the struggle from without the Breton hegemon, I face it within. Imagine for a moment, being the sole Orc to judging breton eyes, hearing their caustic aspersions daily.

Your struggle is on the border of their hegemon, brave in the face of their conquest. I admire it.

But my struggle is within that border, the sole Orc among a sea of bretons. Forever foreign, always below.

Drags at the soul.

Then again, does it compare to clashing swords? Probably not.

It drags at the soul.

{What is the recent history of orcs in this province?}

Not a native to these lands? From one of the more distant tribes?

Not a native, I take it?

{No, I came from skyrim}

Yet you must be familiar with Orsinium's tragic history, and every crime upon our race since? Dismally unknown is the massacre which followed the most recent sacking of our city.

Surely you must know the fate of Orsinium, native or not. The tragedy that affected every Orc across the world.

We all hear of the siege, the valiant defence spawned from our kin's courage. But not many know what came after.

{I know of the first, but not the massacre after}

The Orcs of that city were well aware of their precarious standing among the Bretons, knowing that the plans for Orsinium's destruction had already been inked.

The defendants were well aware of their standing among the Bretons, they knew Orsinium would soon have its walls tested.

So they laboured, without rest nor sleep, great infrastructure erected as night broke to dawn. Yet salvation was buried below the city, deep tunnels shot out in all directions.

Utmost secrecy for what would be the lifeline of all Orcs. In the event that their enemies prove too great, those within could still hope for tomorrow.

So hidden roads and deep caves were carved in the more conspicuous corners of the city-state, to cloak any refugees that flee the city if any siege proves too threatening.

The uneasy peace was shattered in a trail of fury, orc settlements throughout the Illiac razed in the Bretons wake. Finally, they reached the walls of great Orsinium.

So overwhelming was the assault that the tunnels choked with the mass of women and children who fled. They had a destination when they emerged; Skyrim.

Yet the best laid plans...

Witnesses tell different stories, but they all describe the slaughter that ensued when the survivors were found. Yes, the secret was long known.

Some were spared, to carry the message for other Orcs, that the price of dignity, for us, is death.

And when that calamitous day had come, the roads were full with the women and their young. From sources, I discovered that the Breton's knew of these paths, and they had waited until the city emptied its belly of our innocent.

Only to descend and engage in an unholy orgy of violence, those fleeing were bled to a scant few survivors who had either hid themselves among the corpse or were "mercifully" left to run.

{Why would they let orcs leave that slaughter?}


Orcs know that event as the "Red Road", where sources have tallied the deaths to 6000 and beyond - all unarmed, all afraid.

It came to be known as the "Red Road", the dead numbering in the tens of thousands. Almost all without arms, all afraid.


Though it doesn't end there, the details of what they used the corpses for after the bloody ordeal will show you a whole new perspective on these "civilized" folk...

There is... more. Details that will only dampen morale, and this isn't the time for that. I think you have a good grasp what the Bretons are capable of now.


But that information will only sadden, we've divulged enough.

{What happened after all of this?}

Nothing good, kin fled in every direction - too few in number to fare against those who pursued. However not all suffered the same fate, some had grown fat of their race's misery.

Our people were scattered, those who were tracked down were too few to fend off their pursuers. However, a most unfortunate aspect of that harrowing moment.

That some among the Orcs had grown fat off their race's misery; unscrupulous, rotten. But in the end, betrayal is a trade, a life cut short for the prolonging of another.

These traitors disclosed the locations of the scant clusters of our kind, and one by one, we were purged from the wilds of these lands.

The most unscrupulous sort who had been informants for the Bretons, infiltrating dwellings across the land and noting their activity for enemy hands.

Namely giving the locations of other orc hideouts and being the lapdogs against their own.

{Why hasn't the empire become involved?}

The Empire found utility in our bodies, a meat-wall for their armies - not much more. If our survival doesn't fill their coffers, then they wont lift a finger.

Our use to the Empire is in our ignorance and to be good fodder. Nothing more. They must have wagered our worth in the face of the Breton's loyalty.

Now, I don't need to tell you the outcome of that wager.

{What about our smiths? We're among the finest in tamriel}

They've assimilated those of us who are most proficient, every "good" orc has long since been absorbed into the empire's heart.

They take what they need, and leave what they don't. The most skilled of us have long since abandoned our cause, finding comfort in the Empire's heartland.

I've consorted with some of them, the Empire has seen fit to block any policy they posit. So even if they wanted to help, they couldn't.

Precautions are most probably in place to preclude Orcs for pushing policy, so the Empire is a non-actor in our ordeal.

{Until we start interfering with their trade}

Ha, of course. One god proves supreme in their pantheon, at the helm of all their beliefs; that is gold. Their prime want.

Bleak I know, but when have the Orcs ever had an ally? We have each other, only each other, or we have nothing.

Of course, then we become a menace to be dealt with in the utmost urgency.

The only people we have are each other, drop any hope that another people are going to intervene.

{Must be hard being being an orc working for bretons}

You grow to the experience, though you'll never be more than an orc, they're keen to remind you of that. Every insult must be swallowed and your eyes shall be cast to the floor in the breton's presence.

Would love to say I've gotten used to it, but you never really do. They're keen to remind you of your place, no matter your feats, despite your fancy words.

You're an Orc.... a grock. So you swallow every insult and cast your eyes down. Lest they feel threatened.

And oh do they hunger for a reason to be threatened. Threats permit the greatest abuse.

So a good Orc must learn to kneel.

They hunger for excuses to feel threatened, so a dog the Orc must become if he hopes to gain their favor.

{And you know of what they've done to us?}

I know every detail, I had to - for my work is a laborious venture into the past so that I can hatch a future. Having to both indulge in their every atrocity yet to repress the vengeful streak such knowledge evokes.

More than any other, even among the biased authors I draw my knowledge from, the facts lay in what's not said. Days alone with only bretic tomes for company.

And when I'm not reading, I write, attempting to show the bretons a different view on our embittered history. But I'm no fool, I know that no one will read what I scrawl.

Like a schism in the ego that I can't abridge, between yesterday and tomorrow.

{Your deeds will help us in the future, we all appreciate what you do}

That appreciation isn't mutual, I assure you. I've had to conceal the nature of my activity, among most of our Kin ,to shield against accusations of betrayal.

Sadly, I cannot ever express anything but contempt for you and the rest here. The Bretons keep a close watch on my activities, even now I tempt fate for every second I stay here.

You're of the few in this twisted land to know my agenda, even here I must keep it hidden. Kin would call for my blood were they to know my relations with the Bretons.

And I wouldn't blame them, as they would see it, I live in luxury while they endure agonies beyond compare.

The only charity I can offer are further compromises for our kind, so that maybe we can survive another week. A middle man to extinction.

I wouldn't blame them for thinking I'm of a duplicitous character, I've not found the time to prove otherwise. Perennial compromise and a concession with every second breath.

Not even a trivial request can be satisfied without massive compromise from the Orcs, and I am the middle man for this abuse.



------------------------

[Plans for further dialogue]

{Why he feels the need to do what he does, how he wants relations to progress so that he personally doesn't suffer at hands of bretons. Maybe pursuade him that there's something greater than himself that he could help}

{History of orc-breton relations and pivotal moments, how orcs were deprived of power and how kingdoms scheme to use them as a scapegoat}

{What bretons plan to do with orcs; slavery - and that some in daggerfall want this as well. That he was sent by others in daggerfall who were in the minority opinion that orcs shouldn't sufffer}

{talk about hating how he is an orc, that he never gets taken seriously as orc, possibility to pursuade him to think differently}

{background of luther, who is his family and why was he brought up as a breton. He was raised as breton as experiment, you should bring this up. He has strange pride in it.}