Lowland Reaver Dialogue

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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

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[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER STEALING]
Ha! More hands for my belt, don't mind having your thieving head too!

[NPC DYING WORDS]
Finally...
Bastard...

[NPC REACTS TO FRIENDS DEATH]
Another cunt killed, you'll be next.
Not gonna do that again!

[NPC ATTACKED]
Haha!
Cunt!
Not again.
I'll have your scalp!
Ah!
Fucking rat!
Can't kill this, boss.
Fucking greenskin.
Grock scum!

[NPC BLOCKING ATTACKS]
Gonna flay that hideous face of yours.
Ha! That all?

[NPC BLEEDING OUT, ON KNEES]
Go on, do it... Put this dog to rest...
Nah, not yet, divines aint gonna take me...

[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
Come grock, come to your master.
Degenerate greenskin.
I'll hang you, mongrel.
Burn you from the inside.
Eat steel.
Foreign scum in high rock, get out!
Cockroach, come here!
I'll bugger your corpse.
Gonna have fun with you whore.
Dumb cunt, know your place.
Can't wait to see those tits when you've bled.
Piss off back to skyrim, snow-grock.
Damn, you reek of shit!
What in the hells are you?!
Make a fine coat out of you.
I see ya, don't think of running.
A slow death is coming for you.
Gods... The stench.
Buy another batch of skooma with your greenskin hide.

[NPC REACTS TO CORPSE]
Let's see if you got any coin on ya.
Best chuck this in a ditch somewhere, before it stinks up the place.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SWINGING WEAPON]
Careful prick, hit me and I'll gut ya.
Don't push it knight, put the weapon down.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SPELLS]
Hey mage, conjure me a whore for the night.
Aint that a sight.

[PLAYER SHOVES NPC]
Oi! Do it again and I'll chin ya.
Bastard!

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SHOUT]
That aint good for the ear drums.

[NPC REACTS TO OTHER ACTORS FIGHTING]
Yeah! Put on a show!
Gold on the ugly one, let's see some blood.

[NPC SAYS GOODBYE]
Go on, do one.
Stay safe, haha.
Be seeing you, friend.
Aint gonna show me those tits?

[NPC SAYS HELLO]
My old man never thought I could make something of myself, now the cunt rots and I'm the elite arm of the kingdom.
Smacking those lips at me boy?
Gonna waste my time?
Aint you pretty.
Come to "relieve" us, dear?
Need anything blood-brother?
Hope you're a purebreed breton, don't wanna shake hands with a mongrel.
Don't have me suffer your stink.
Out of here, grock! Back to your rock!
Knighting a non-breton, how degenerate this kingdom's becoming.
A woman knight, ha! Gonna protect the kingdom from the stove?
5 greenskin scalps, 200 gold - can buy myself another blade. Now where am I gonna find these grocks.
Can't understand why we aint put down those mongrels up north, just burn the forests and poison the water. Witchman problem solved.
Race traitors are my favorite type of prey, that frightened glint in their eyes gets the juice flowing.
Heard Arnima got fucked by the daedra? Thank mara I weren't there - our mother really does look out for us ustase.
Another knight? King must be going senile.
Hey scaly, know how much septim I can fetch for your hide? I'll be watching you!
Tar-skins in our lands? Why haven't you pissed off back to the desert?
Careful kitty, you're around hounds. Don't wanna get yourself eaten now do ya!
Dagon's Ass, you elves are ugly. Too much time on the rack for your lot.
Out of our lands, you aint got no place among breton blood.


[NPC HORRIFIED]
Mara's asshole, where on nirn are we!
Reeks of ol' pa's corpse.


[NPC SEES HOSTILE]
Come on boys! Fresh meat for the hounds!
Target! Blunt knives for this bastard!

[NPC LOOKING FOR HOSTILE]
Should off yourself now instead of hiding. We're gonna have you suffer.
Hiding you coward? Just gonna make it worse for yourself when we catch you.
*Kiss noises, like those done towards a cat*, come out, come out.