PlagueHush Commoner Dialogue

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[NPC OFFERING BOUNTY TO PLAYER]
Here, read this, the council just put up this bounty.

[PANIC, RUNNING AWAY]
Help! I don't want to die!
I beg you! Show mercy!
By the gods! Someone help me!

[PLAYER YIELDS]
You fool, you'll get yourself killed.

[Player Stealing]
Cretin! Give that back!
I'll have you hanged thief!

[Friend is murdered]
Damn monster!

[Dying words]
This is how it ends...
The world fades...
My service is over...

[NPC being hit]
You fool!
Augh.
No!
Ah!
Eugh!

[TAUNT DIRECTED TOWARD DAEDRA]
Divines spit on you.
I'll send you to oblivion myself.
What in oblivion are you?!

[TAUNT DIRECTED TOWARD GENERIC ENEMY, ]
Make your prayers.
Your end nears.
Your last mistake.
Get out, monster!

[NPC REACTING TO PLAYER ACTIONS]
Impressive!
Practice on your aim simpleton.
Stop before you hurt someone.
Stop that you buffoon.
Get down from there you oaf.
Never seen such a thing!
That's shouting right? Thought it was just the ramblings of Nords.
Get out of here with that.
You disgrace the divines with this behavior!
Are you soft in the head?

[NPC REACTING TO DEAD BODY]
Mother Mara, who could have done such a thing?!
What manner of creature could do this

[GOODBYE]
Till next we meet
May the Reach show mercy on you.
Keep safe.
Farewell.

[PLAYER SHOVING NPC]
Watch it.
You are incredibly annoying.

[HELLO]
Hello?
...Something you need?
Get on with it.
Blessings upon you.
Make a prayer.
A knight!
Carry the griffon proudly, knight.
Come on, we have to get to the tower!
We can't talk now. (scared)
Isn't there an important task you should be attending to?
Hello again friend.


[NPC HORRIFIED]
Can't believe what just happened.
I can't stay here.

Come on, let's go.

Why have the gods abandoned us?



{What do you do?}
Calling me lazy? I do a lot of things, I help out with my wives vegetable stand, I.....I tell interesting stories and I-..... Get off my back.

{What do you have for sale}

All types of herbs and ingredients, no need to go anywhere else.

Jewels from Summerset to Morrowind, take a look.

Feed that poor stomach of yours.

I hope I have what you're looking for.

Interested in the arcane are we? I can help you with that.

[MISSING LINES FROM EARLIER ROLE AS IMPERIAL ADVISOR]

{Anything I could do to lift the burden?}

I tend to my duties thoroughly and in haste, but there is one task that I can't commit myself to, out of personal feelings on the matter.

If you remember the Empire's history, you know the Thalmor's stance on the Blades.

The kingdom's Thalmor agent, Naruman, has incessantly pressured me in following up rumors that a fugitive Blade member is in hiding.

{You'd like me to find him, I take it.}

Just to put these rumors to rest. Naruman has spoken of the fort that the Blade's supposedly hiding in. I only need you to investigate.

Then I can tell Naruman that his sighting was a fib, and a hefty reward would await you...

And if you do indeed find the Blade there, do not engage. They are still very deadly and.... they really have been through a lot.

{Yes, the Thalmor won't have another head.}

Good. I'll surely have Naruman informed that these rumors of his were misguided.

He won't let it slide, of course. But you've done good, if only there were more men who weren't easily swayed by the highest bidder.

Whoever takes up the bounty now will only confirm the Blade's absence and remain unrewarded. Unlike you, of course.

{I found the Blade member in the fort.}

I see. Did you heed my advice?

{What is the Priest Circle?}

Oh now that's a question I'm used to answering, well where to begin. The "Priest Circle" is just the common label for our society of scholars, clerics, missionaries and of course, priests, that come to form the culture of holy men you see all throughout High Rock.

Although we'd like to see ourselves as a unity, there are many who hold loyalty to their respective kingdoms more than their brothers of service. Yet when faced with a greater threat than mortal men, we will find a common ground to work on.

{Looks like you have quite a lot to deal with here}

What gave that away? Except for the dirt, wails of injured men and the smell of dung. Yes, the state of "Arnima" is unpleasant to say the least.

The injured men who occupy our surroundings are those who remain from the doomed scouting parties that Mortifayne churns from the walls with reckless abandon, only to be surprised when the same men come back half broken, or never at all.

So now we have our hands full with both those injured through violence and the threat of those sick with the Affliction. As Mortifayne has at least made one sensible decision through barring all plagued with the disease from the Towns walls.

It's not something to be proud of, seeing as many of the plagued are folks I personally knew and have cared for. But seeing how quick that miasma spreads, it was the only thing we could do.