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Damian:
Adventurous, arrogant
Stereotypical Prince
Very handsome
Ambitious with grand schemes
20-30 years old
Was killed by demon who took over possessed his body, but still retains most character traits of original Damian, just has small nuances that gives away the illusion.
Later on in quest, starts revealing said grand schemes. Sociopathic and assured in his plans for purging Reach and adheres to “means justify ends”.

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[Scene where Damian is first seen, enters throne room of palace to greet father]


Who is that old man sitting on my throne?!

I see that my throne is still occupied! Down with the usurper!

And how much wider you've become! The chef must have been busy!


You know me father, patience was never a virtue. I yearned to see these lands and its people.

I have many virtues father, yet patience was never one of them. The Kingdom heralded my return, and I came.

For if I were gone any longer, the people could forget the face of their future king!

Lest they forget who their princes is, which they would have if I had spent any longer in the decadent west.

The longing was mutual father, I had sought to return home ever since I had arrived in Daggerfall.

The longing was mutual, I assure you. Daggerfall can only sate the flesh, where Evermore can sate the soul.

And I see that the kingdom has grown even further, in splendor and might. We'll be on equal footing with Daggerfall yet.

Yet this kingdom grows further! And soon Evermore will provide as the west, and much more!

And who is this bold figure that shares our presence?

I see we're graced by a small audience - it's not like you to forgo introductions, father.



Right, there were whispers among the guard as I had arrived through the gate, trouble in Arnima.

Goodness, the rabble finally found some truth to their ravings then? The Reach is host to much ill-will, but the twisted schemes of a god?

Yet with all their power, a mortal crew had prevailed over their plot. Not many Knights can boast of similar feats.

In fact, such a trial lifts you above the others my Father had sworn in, so forgive his impertinence. And unlike him, I value that conviction.

So it was you who battled against this vile encroach onto our kingdom? You have my eternal gratitude Knight - Namira would have despoiled this land beyond imagining.

{I am humbled to be in your presence, prince. }

You are a knight, you may address me as an equal rather than approaching as another subordinate.

Know this of me Knight, i do not respect those who grovel. We are comrades, I want your respect, not your fear.

However, I have matters to discuss with the King. Much time has passed during my stay west, now Evermore demands my focus. We'll talk again.

Now excuse me Knight, I have to discuss matters with my father - it has been a long and hectic trek from Daggerfall. I need to unburden myself with some familial musings.



{Forgive my intrusion my lord, have you any duties I could help with?}

Are you my maid? No, you are my knight! Your only duty is to take initiative - seek every crack in our kingdom to see where we can attend to. Much like the ornate statues you find within our halls - we should aim to be just as immaculate.

I have enough Maids. I need you to be my sword, knight. Take initiative - seek out disorder in the far reaches of the realm, quell it. That is your duty.

Much like the marble art of our halls - Evermore must aim to be as immaculate.

Pardon the tangent, but did you see the state of this manor before my arrival? A ghastly scene that seemed to host some sinister demiurge; almost like walking through oblivion itself.

Speaking of disorder, were you witness to this Manor before my arrival? A ghastly scene, an odious stench. To think that was home to a lord.

{That's the doing of the last lord; Mortifayne. Looks like you've made quite a home for yourself despite that. }

Would I have it any other way? A prince can't conduct affairs in filth, our standards should be set to those of our benign gods - not of the beggars.

I wouldn't tolerate any less, no man of good standing can conduct themselves in filth. Our standards must be high, such that even the divine can appreciate.

And for duties, we've just the quest for you to divulge - an excursion outside these walls. With those malcontents of the periphery dealt with, we now have to solve the question of that cursed land beyond Belmor.

Now, onto what I need of you - a quest befitting someone of your history. An excursion is planned beyond these walls, the objective is the reclamation of Grey Belmor.



{Grey Belmor? I thought that curse was there to stay, haven't we tried before to lift the curse?}

The scholars who've departed on past expeditions were either slaughtered by its dark denizens, or had returned with the same knowledge as they had entering the field.

Scholars past had either succumbed to the perils of Belmor's Curse, or had returned with the information as they had before their journey, and nothing more.

They've exclaimed the ever capricious nature of that pocked land - talking of the escalating hostility when the spirits see you treading closer to its source.

"Capricious is that warped land", from the lips of all those who studied Grey Belmor. And the deeper you tread, the fiercer the resistance.

{So what's different now? }

The priest, who you've probably familiarized yourself within this town's temple, has informed us of a certain auspice seeded into the earth; Dirennian.

Inference, this curse is not an aimless force. It thinks, and it fears. The reason for that increasing danger as you delve further is defence. And what is this Curse defending?

The priest here had solved that riddle, the curse has a heart. An auspice seeded into the earth; Dirennian.

The same ancient constructs that are still used by our mages, the very barrier you see over Evermore sources its power to Dirennian design.

Mages have used those ancient constructs to erect barriers across this province, in fact the barrier you see coveting Evermore is of such design.

So we're going to trek across this field until this construct, then hope for the priest to perform his rite that can activate that ancient well.

Now we have a target, we have a plan - we've but only secure the bravery of those who will undertake this quest.

What say you Knight? Brave?

{Riveting, I'll accompany you through that field. }

That's what I like to hear, we're going to be the greatest of comrades. We'll be stationed south of this town, to the east of that cursed land. Carry the griffon.

Conviction, confidence! You just love to hear it. We're going to get on just fine, Knight. We'll embark from our post south, within the marsh.

I'm sure the guard have made preparations of our arrival, we shouldn't keep the Reach waiting.

[Scene where Damian is talking with imperial commander; Drugo, on what they're doing)

I do as I please, Imperial. You lack the jurisdiction, and your advice has already rung hollow - from which your impotent presence in the reach has proven more than enough.

After it all, the Imperials still hold the delusion that their word matters. Impotence is your legacy here, Drugo, for which one only look around to see.

Then what is the issue?

I appreciate the concern but your words only dampens morale, I will hear no more of it.

Under my rule, portents and despair will have no place. Offer your encouragement or your silence.


{Nice setup, and a good band of swords.}

Hand picked by yours truly, many of the guard couldn't attend unfortunately. Superstitious, for good reason you'd assume, yet the why is more sentimental - many of their brethren, friend and family, had fallen here.

Chosen by yours truly - yet if it were so easy to pull courage from Arnima, then we'd be twice our number. Alas, sentimentality raises another obstacle for us.

Brethren, family, lovers - three decades since they fell here. To imagine that you could battle against the spirit of a cherished one will humble many hearts.



Yet it doesn't deter my most loyal subjects, I assume you've met the Ustase already?

{Can't say I have, they're a part of our kingdom right?}

Of course they are, every honed blade within our borders is - there shall be no corner for rebels.

Well, these men; Ustase, come under many different names.

Lowland Reavers, from the lips of our dredges, yet the most unsavory title comes from our enemies; Black hounds of Evermore.

Lowland Reavers, Black Hounds of Evermore - such insults! The more terrible the moniker, the better. You cannot rule without fear, a fear that can only be communicated through blood.

They despise them because they're proficient at what they do, they leave no quarter for those who seek to divide us. The greatest sword a kingdom can wield is deterrence; Deterrence of seditious musings through brutal vigilance.

All of High Rock must hate them, they must behold the claw of Evermore should they ever provoke us. Tyrannical, evil? From whose view? Such action has secured us this lasting era of peace.

{Glad to have them with us then.}

Too right, military expediency is key to establishing dominance here in the east. Before we're side tracked, we're all ready to set off, are you?

Only those who know war can speak of peace. Through the Ustase, and their small evils, can a grander good prevail.

*Ahem* Now then, we're ready to depart. Are you?

{I was ready on my arrival.}

We'll need that zeal for what's to come. We set out now.



[Scene where priest is performing ritual to banish the curse]


Blinding salvation, a light that leaves no shadow for these dregs to hide.

...No, destroy it! Before it ruins everything!

How?.. *Shock, then regain composure* Destroy it, now!


*Sigh* Pardon the panic, that creature must have been cursed with some malignant aura.

*Sigh* Forgive me, it had the most nefarious presence. Truly terrific.


[Scene after banishing the curse from a certain fortress]


That's it! Over the precipice of history, we have now become legend!

It is done! Triumphant are we who dared! The curse is banished, taken all its malcontents with it.



Rejoice! We will all be entered in the annuls of Bretonic history.

Each name here will be entered in the annuls of history. The Reach rises!


We've done it friend! What was once thought immutable, destined for turmoil, has now been routed. Through sheer will and initiative, we have triumphed.

Cherish the moment, friend! They despaired at our excursion, telling of our failure! What are they to say now!

{With your dedication, my prince.}

Through our dedication, we all played a part in this tale of triumph. Now, join me for a while. I wish to discuss some matters.

With our dedication! Every blade that took up arms against fate is to be praised!

Now, join me above. I have matters to discuss, not all formal. Come.

[Scene where group marches through cursed field]

A most grim vista, yet I see potential. Even the roughest bauble can make fine jewellery with enough blood and sweat.

What is a royal without honour? This is now the era of heroes, I will show the reach what a true paragon of will is! Press on!

I am your prince, not your king, I will earn the adoration of my subjects. For who seeks another sloth on the throne? Now, press on!

That's unfortunate, to drench this regal apparel and have my image sullied. Yet if it's for the Kingdom, then it matters not.

A river separates us from our wants, fine cloth must be dragged through this pulling soil. Yet material matters none, it is our ideals which define us.

Noble's have anchored themselves to antiquated ideals - having only their wealth the locus of their desire. I am change, and will usher forth progress for this land.

Nobility are anchored to antiquity - inheriting their ravenous desire for wealth and image. I am change, trailed by progress.

Now priest, it is incumbent upon you to purge whatever festers within this crater. Godspeed, rid us of this curse.



[Scene after banishing curse with damian asking to speak with you in private]

Rough, battered and scarred - it's easy to avoid thinking about, to let nature run its course and have the land stay the way it is.

A tortured land, given no time to heal - until now. They would have let nature run its course, and have this grim scenery stay. But I couldn't.

When the mass of man is set in motion, not even mountains can halt our march. Even the most ancient terrors of this realm will make way.


Yet if that land yearned for a better form, with all the tenacity that unfettered ambition can evoke, then who are we to impede it?

[Scene where player witnesses Damian give a speech within town]

The people of this town have gone through trials and survived. Struggle has been a constant for you enduring souls. The kingdom has become stronger as a result, resolute and assured that our survival is a must!

My hardy kinsmen, I've heard your trials, and your woes. You - who've braved the worst Nirn had to offer - are still resolute. You are the sceptre of Evermore, and I the thankful wielder.

Were it not for your daily sacrifices, Evermore would cease to be.

Not even that storm of death, summoned by those of black hearts, could sunder your resolve - ye hardy folk of Raven Spring.

And it is tragedy - nay - insult, that such a resilient people have had lords who were found wanting. Lords who looked inward and divulged in carnal desires; Avarice, debauchery and despair.

So it is tragedy - Nay! - Insult! That you boldest of Bretons, man and woman alike, have suffered under debauched tyrants. Lords who sought their wants to the destruction of yours!



Is it not time for someone to break this most pernicious pattern? That the promise of dawn should show harvest in day?

No need to rally yourselves to my defense, I've more than humbled myself through my travels. And that sullen soul unleashes the words trapped behind many reticent lips, the very same sentiment that chokes every disconcerted heart.

You needn't rush to my defence, for the only threat here is truth. Many are reticent, fearful to speak out against those above.

To have endured a Lord's madness, a king's decadence - and not rage against the God's who ordained their rule?! Servility befitting dogs, not men!

Relect for a moment: This realm and its history - how the past bleeds into the present. As if the wounds of years past yonder still gape and redden us all.

Reflect if you will, this land and its history, how the past bleeds seamlessly into the present. Where the wounds of times past yonder still gape as to drown the realm in a red haze of madness.

That past is an anchor, staying our destinies, and only with the collective might of the reach can we smash the chain.

As a yearning child yet conceived, trapped within the crushing womb, must erupt from its shell by any means!

This heavy past which stays our feet should be severed. We, like a yearning tyke yet conceived, still ensnared by a toxic womb, will erupt through our sanctum by any means.

Bury your sorrows and drain your heavy eyes, it is incumbent upon every man and woman to prevail against the unending barriers against us - a desire to grow in a world so desperate to regress.

Cast your traumas, kill your fear - hope shall take their stead. Every man and woman here has but one imperative, to prevail against the world itself.

It is only through triumph that we overcome our shared antipathy for life and its injustices.

Behold the generosity of a benign, giving lord who finds himself supported through the altruistic efforts of our laborers, those who've dedicated themselves to rebuilding our fractured kingdom.

Behold the advent of new enterprise, we are undergoing a total restoration of Evermore. Laborers of every craft work tirelessly to further our dominion.

The further our presence, the nearer our enemies defeat! Soon there will be no hole for their dark ilk to fester.

Through blood, sweat and toil will we see the reach emerge into a haven we all dreamed for.

And through all the blood, sweat and toil - The Reach, not for the savage, nor the stranger, but for you: Reachmen.

To make our mutual want for peace and power tangible, is our right. To triumph over trepidation and sail our fate through the maelstrom of destiny.



Such dreams of a golden dawn to become reality, an ideal into real - if all men hone their desires into one shared goal, we could conquer mountains.

This ultimate agenda was yesterday a dream, a tale to cope. Now, our ideals are no longer distant. When the Reachmen hone their desires into one shared purpose, even mountains will quake.

Will to power, no longer will you endure - we of shared blood will prosper. Sever the chain which holds the feet and humbles the heart. Make heaven the goal rather than the desire. For you, of all people, are the most deserving.

Will to power, no longer to endure, to suffer - we will prosper! They thought you sheep, preying on you at your weakest!

Now you have heart!

Now you have willpower!

Now it is you who are strong! You will be feared!

For it is you, of all those in High Rock and beyond, that is the most deserving. Hail Evermore!





[Scene where player enters quarry where Damian has visited to talk matters with commander of military]

Ha, that was another life -  and in hindsight, I endorse your actions. Otherwise I wouldn't be here at this moment, seeing the world through new eyes. It's a fine operation the Kingdom has provided you here.

The past is the past - yet in hindsight, I can only endorse your actions. For if it weren't for you, then we wouldn't be speaking here, above them all.

Surely the Kingdom is generous to bless you with this operation.

Power made manifest with the heir achy laid bare. All those who come to see it will understand our social order immediately.

Ultimate hierarchy all manifested - even your average peon could infer the nature of our world from gazing upon this spectacle.

Your battlelust will be more than sated soon enough I assure you, I have grand plans for this kingdom. Hammer the kinks from your armor and sharpen your blade, a culling nears.

Humble yourself for the present, we'll need your all your energy for the coming months. Grand plans are being chalked up, such matters that involve us all.

In the meantime, hammer the kinks from your armour and make fine the blades. A world is to be won.

[Scene after player talks with damian in quarry, military commander proposes dinner]

I do feel rather peckish... yes, I'll take you up on that proposition.

It was quite the trek from Arnima, I hope the chef matches the talent of those in Evermore.

Come knight, join us. You look famished, after having travelled so far to share in your worries.



[Scene within barracks where key figures of mod discuss future of Kingdom]

Pardon our delay, our most extolled guests. We have been become fastened by another pivotal figure; The knight of Evermore.

Forgive the delay, though I see the meat has kept its warmth. Just in time then.

Introductions are in short order, the itinerary for tonight has been complicated by another guest.

My knight, an esteemed hero of the Reach. You can thank this one for foiling that savage plot hatched by Mortifayne.

Gentlemen, we are here to consolidate our deliberations for the future of this Kingdom and its imminent expansion. This knight is integral in one such idea that will be the mold for all men of same blood and banner to shape themselves in.

Now let's begin with what you came for in haste: We have gathered here today to consolidate our plans for the future of this kingdom, and the lands which will soon come under our rule.

This Knight knows the Kingdom well, I'm sure such intimate knowledge of the realm will be of use to all of you.

Your men have their place, every kingdom and peoples need their feral dregs - lest we falter to the more savage races of the world, or for those imputed with traitorous sentiments.

The Ustase will always have a place here, no kingdom can hope to survive through mere threats alone. Your actions keep the malcontents at bay.

As you should, your clandestine acts have broadened our power on this side of the realm. Were it not for you, Evermore would still be the backwater which only attracted pity and scorn.

As you should, your clandestine methods have furthered our power, with the Empire and Daggerfall being none the wiser. Oh how they wish we were still the Backwater of yesterday.



And knight, tell us, are you committed to serving this kingdom and establishing a secure future for our people?

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{Yes, I swore an oath and will uphold it. No matter what transpires.}

I'm elated to hear you say that, albeit I wouldn't expect any other response. You are special knight, you've taken up the mantle of the most extolled; Mados, for those in Arnima - you are an anchor for their hope.

Loyalty, many can feign it, with only those of good heart truly holding it. You're one of a kind, Knight.

Now Mados has found his legacy, Raven Spring will renew its spirit with our presence.

{I want an end to all of the bloodshed - your methods however will lead to only that. Can we not deal with this peacefully?}

You think reason can reach the savage? That understanding can change the traitor? It has been proven that only the whip or the threat of death can tame those who intend to sow discord in our societies.

Would you reason with those who seek to undo you? Every concession is a gain for the enemy. Without knowing authority is to live without fear, the consequence being the master's ruin.


I thought I had you figured out knight, someone of your history should know by now the expedience of violence to achieve something better.

You came as an open book, yet I see the loyalty professed before had covered for something. I cannot have a Knight that shields their intentions.


I digress; Josiah, your plan for this burgeoning Kingdom and its growth. Explain to our friends here your new ideology that will bring prosperity to this kingdom.

Before we lose ourselves, Josiah! I know you're eager to share your discoveries. Elucidate your audience on the progress you've made.

Hear that Preth? Your ferocity will always be needed - I would say that our entire future is predicated upon the warrior, where strength will be venerated and the hierarchy is emboldened.

See now Preth? The more precious the jewel, the more brutal they who protect it. That is the prerogative of the strong.

Every acre we win for ourselves will need a further application of your methods - not only for pragmatism, but the narrative we are making.

Hierarchy, strength - the triumph of our people over the rest.

Instead of weakness, where man and woman alike descend into self pity and misery. Where the golden sun has absconded the colder corners of our land - we, as conscious agents, will replace it with the drive for conquest and superiority.

Fragility will be abhorred, in its stead is born the unflinching pursuit of dominion. The sun absconds the deep corners of our land - leaving the dregs to fester and spread in its absence.

No more charity, the parasites will be left to starve without the hosts. We will burn the bucket of crabs so that we will not be brought down by those who clog the gutters again.

The charitable hand has only grown their number, our altruism only another opportunity for their greed. The parasites must be ripped from the Kingdom's breast, having not shown desire to grow, will be left to suffer the stillborn's fate.

They will cajole and shriek as they like, but for the wolves we seek to be, will hear such cries as the wind. Passing as it were never here.

If that was asked by any other, I may have flayed you myself. But you ask with sincerity of furthering this Kingdom, so I answer that I'm unsure. However even a beggar can remark on how pallid he's been looking lately.

Were that asked by any other, they would have been quartered within the hour. But you are far from a turn cloak, your punishment would be my poor choice of company.

*Sigh* The king grows ever pallid, ever decrepit. So many years indulging in base pleasures has made him wretched.

A tomorrow which will stay out of grasp if my Father continues with his decadent spiral within the city - a myopic indulgence with immediate pleasures. He sickens me.


Knight, I have been divined by the gods through birthright - lest you make the folly of thinking I speak treason. The inevitable will come to pass, and his demise will birth my reign, so don't despair at my words.

{I don't, As you say it will happen eventually. I hope to serve you as well as I served him}

And your thoughts on what we've discussed? With expanding this Kingdom and its agency?

{I will lay my life for this Kingdom, whatever deliberations that are made I will defend.}

Everything is falling into place, I feel as if my dream had escaped through some orifice as I succumbed to the night, only to find it sleeping beside me in the day.

All falls into place, as If my dreams had escaped me during the night, only to awake with its face beside me.

Incandescent promise.


{Your relation to your father is only about power? It's a very cynical view of family that I doubt the gods would approve of.}

The gods aren't here to experience what we mortals do daily, they cannot grasp our nature, bless them, for I wouldn't want our gods to be defiled by our temporal filth.

The Gods are spared the dilemmas of men, they cannot grasp our struggles. Bless them, for the divine should never be defiled by our filth.

We talk in pragmatic terms in which I had hoped you would emphasize - yet I see you are too swamped with emotion, rather than pragmatism. Maybe knighthood isn't for you?

Above all else, I am pragmatic, do not mistake my ideals for naivety. Have you failed in this distinction, Knight? Have your emotions bettered you?


We are dealing with the wretched in nature, through the machinations of man - Civilization lies on the foundation of hierarchy, and through this hierarchy we may finally triumph against disorder.

Our battle is against discord, wrought by nature or the plots of wanting minds. Yet what is common to their goals? It is to usurp those above.

To ensure supremacy of the self. Our agenda is to make solid the Hierarchy established, to finally neuter the ambitions of those below.

Yes we've gone over this many times Josiah, we've talked to the emissaries of Dragonstar and Markarth for when we will move upon the city.

We've been over this many times, Josiah. The council convenes with emissaries from Dragonstar and Markarth, they seek to handle the matter swiftly.

Are you ready for being the model for our people Knight? To oust filth from every shadow, to go beyond the weak pacifism that drowns those in the west and to become will incarnate.

Knight, does being a model for Evermore's people ring well? Your actions will make the mold for the rest to follow.

Your ferocity will be theirs - now I understand the pressure, yet it is our burden. Every strike you make will be felt tenfold with the collective might of the kingdom.

{Yes.}

Yes; nothing more, nothing less. A blade that shall never dull, your loyalty is admirable.

{From my journey here, I see that most of the problems we face is precisely because of the tribalism, hierarchy and tyranny you advocate for.}

I see how a luddite can come to that conclusion, ignoring the context of these proposed tenets - and I'm very disappointed that you can't understand that our methodology is vastly different from what came before.

What's this now? Do you wish to embarrass your future King, Knight? That was surely a lapse of judgement, no?

{I mean it.}

Would the tyrant wish to better the people under his rule, or further their immiseration? You take me for the lords who came before, ignored what set me apart.

That is a grave insult, Knight.

{It's fancy talk, yet it always plays out the same in practice - your plans will all be for naught when you inevitably reach your first major hurdle.}

Are you doubting my wisdom, Knight? I know you are no erudite but you must consider deeply the ramifications of your words.

You doubt the amassed knowledge of the finest minds in High Rock? On what authority? Consider the consequences of your words.

These theories have been discussed with scholars who boast knowledge you could only dream of attaining, who are you to doubt the synthesis of all the greatest minds in High Rock?



{Books and theory cannot compare to application and reality - from what I've seen, reality has a tendency to shatter even the most meticulous plans.}

.....Nonsense! We've made sure that every potential fault is addressed.... Yes, nonsense. Knight, you rile me, why have you made me doubt? *Sigh* let's move on.

Bah! The rambling of a dullard! Deliberations which have undergone immense criticism to hammer ever kink, and fill every fault.

Yet you, without the faintest notion of our plans, have the gall to cast doubt on the entire operation?

And what do you propose, that we leave the kingdom on the doorstep of that capricious horde who infest our gutters and defile us from without? The only people who don't plan are savages, and we can all see how such lowly lives are spent...

Hear your own refutation, Knight, you would have our agenda the abandoning of all agendas? Where is the sense in that?

Those who conduct themselves without planning find themselves subject to those who plan every waking moment. Only with our ingenuity can we tame the bestial masses.


Mengrelle, your silence is deafening - I know you're eager to make your hopes heard as well. Regale us on what your genius has created.



With the departure of the Imperials, this will go along unimpeded. So yes Mengrelle, your proposals will be brought about when we've laid the foundation.

As the Imperials make their way beyond the Kingdom's concern, it will go unimpeded. And all your proposals will be made real once the groundwork is set.

I'll make sure to keep a few virile Orcs within your reach, Perth.

Mengrelle can lend his aid in Orc rearing, much of his research concerned their race. He'll breed you a feisty challenge, no doubt.

Since we're all in mutual agreement, we need to start putting rhetoric into action - say Knight, have you heard of that fork tongued Orc; Luther,  who attended Evermore recently?

Since there's been no contentions tonight, we should commence immediately in putting our words to action. Say knight, heard of that Fork tongued Orc? Luther?

{Yes, he was arrested and sent to Raven spring to my knowledge.}

well, they have since released him - which is a very odd gesture for the people who should be most bitter about those savages. Word is that he has made arrangements for return to Daggerfall.

Word is that he now walks a free man - Raven Spring has saw fit to show mercy, to an Orc no less!

Putting that irony aside, Luther has boarded carriage for Daggerfall. As you're keen to show your commitment to this Kingdom, this duty will do much for that.

Now, we need you intercept this fledging convoy and destroy it entirely - I wish for no witnesses to survive your encounter. Lest Daggerfall meddles further.

We need someone to intercept his fledgling convoy and eliminate this problematic figure - lest his ideas gain the ear of Orcs and Bretons alike.

Would you take on this duty?

{Yes.}

I can always count on you - he has taken to the main road which just so happens to be north of these barracks, we aren't sure who will be accompanying him.

Though I'm certain that you're more than capable of dealing with them, even if they are of the kingdom themselves - just a means to an end. You understand right?

Yet none can compare to your skill, Knight. Even if they appear to be of the Kingdom, strike as surely as they were not. Means to an end, Understood?

{No, that Orc is one in a million, with his death the opportunity of resolving this racial feud, without descending into chaos, is terminated. }

Knight? have you made an orc your bed-warmer? What spurred this favour for their warped race?

{No - I just don't see these measures ending well, the Orcs aren't a monolith of savagery as this speaker proves, It's purely spite to kill him.}

You have sympathy for Orcs? As a non-Orc? Really? Pardon me, this is the first I've seen this disposition.

Sympathy for Orc? This isn't the time for you to play Jester. Answer me, are you sincere with your pity?

{Somewhat - I also know that the stigma of their birth will inevitably lead them to violence. Even if total peace is impossible, the inverse only brings chaos.}

Lead them to violence? Such as merely seeing the visage of the Orc gives rise to intense animosity, an inexorable want to kill right?

It is common to all Bretons to rage at the sight of their hideous race. There is no breton that can tolerate their existence.

The orc is the loathsome spawn of misfortune. Heavy is their fate, and we weigh on them further...

{From what I see in Raven Spring, sure. Blood begets blood, the only way you can achieve this is through an utter dedication to efficiently wipe them ALL out.}

Because if some escape, they will become the feral wolves who we have tried to rid our lands of? Yes, civilization is a most intolerant beast of its own isn't it?

As every cranny can spawn within a new brood of their tragic lot? Just as the great wolf that we reduced to nothing. To make us safe.

Yes, man and his civilizing effort is a most intolerant beast in itself. The strong wants the death of all threats, the world a step for our prosperity.

As our Enterprise and Industry chokes the earth, we smile, fattened on our conquest. Woe to the vanquished; Nature. And in its death, ours.

Ouroboros.

This contradiction is ineffable, however I should, I MUST put this into words - the very civilization that was mans collective yearning to move beyond nature, with its cruel despondence to life, has seen itself mantle that very system...

A contradiction that wishes to be freed, yet cannot find the words for its release. However I should, I MUST, speak it - civilization as man's collaborated mission to move beyond nature - beyond despondence - has seen itself mantle it.

...To become an exacerbation of it - we had the opportunity to rise above our carnal desires, our primitive reservations, yet "civilization" had only emboldened it with its hierarchy and fetish of aesthetic.

Now an exacerbation of it - the struggle of predator and prey - where power is king! Rehabilitated within the system that sought to defy it!

{You're rambling Prince, I just think the Orcs should be given a chance - let them all return to Orsinium and don't meddle with them. That's all.}

But don't you see, civilization, the hegemony of civilized MAN must GROW, CONSUME ALL THE World. There WILL BE NO PAGANS, NO ONE ON THE PERIPHERY. Those who refuse us will be labeled savage! And terminated without quarter.

Do you deny it? The Hegemony of man, worldly civilization! GROW! CONSUME ALL THERE IS! No wolves, No Orcs, nothing outside our ideals! All enemies to man terminated without quarter!

Can't you see, that's the beauty of it! Josiah here will offer the opiate of the civilized world! In your comfort, and sated stomach, you will not question the untold atrocity beyond our vision.

There it is! Beauty! These men are the vanguard of Beauty! Order! The edifice of beauty is blood! It has always been blood!

Atrocity, horror, injustice! It all means naught! For at the end, there is beauty!

{Prince? Or that  misguided demonic ego masquerading as the Prince? If only people weren't so fixated on power, you wouldn't have had to suffer like you did.}

Is this a jest? Was I set up from the very start to have you expose me? Humiliate me one last time? I just wanted to be known. You will not get in the way of my dream!

You've found me out, a naked man! Your gods hunted my every weakness, oh so desperate to expose me. Now they've won! At last!

So who are you? They're executioner?! You will fail in your sentence, little herald. You will not end my destiny.

{Your dream of what? To propagate the very system that had engulfed your youth and wrought unspeakable tragedy across this  land? You are no doubt beyond reason.}

Enough! You will deny me my dream, I fraternize with wolves in an attempt to be above the prey. Do not conflate my desire to preserve myself for showing affection for the "civilized" gluttons here.

Enough! Deny me no more! I fraternize with beasts for the prey is dead ambition. I seek to live, do not conflate that with affection for those here.

You had to arrive, here and now, to undo it all. I could have lived a good life, I could have escaped tragedy, a poverty of the soul! I understand, the gods must not allow the weak their turn.

Just as it was coming together, you arrived. Thy grand comedy. My destiny, my dreams. Your gods wish for those born of filth to never arise.

For them to know their rung on the ladder, to never climb. Gods that hate hope, are they truly worth serving?

The weak must know their place, how dare they rise above their station? The ugly will lead a pathetic life and have a pathetic death, mourned by none...

And you, "Knight"? Are the messenger of the gods are you not? To mete out their absurd justice upon the weak, whose only crime was to achieve a better life?

"The worm will conquer the mountain." Spoken so often, I believed it to be true. Delusion before despair. But I cannot return to that void, I cannot die today!

I guess I was wrong all along, the worm will not conquer the mountain. Yet I won't return back to that void - so tell the gods I'm sorry.

We will continue our talks here, I'm eager to see your return with heads in hand.

[Scene where Damian escapes the barracks, in fear of you - to meet with a Griffon, who he begs to kill you]

Griffon! You are hungry am I right? If you don't kill this traitor then there we wont be able to feed you! I plead with you, kill this defiler!

Oh great fortune! Griffon hear me! You hunger yes? This traitor seeks to kill those who feed you. I beg of you Griffon, Kill this wretch!

Griffon! We have tough Orcs to sate your appetite and jewelry to adorn your most regal frame. Such grand plans with you at the center griffon! Please reconsider!

We have Orcs to sate your apetite, right here in this quarry! Jewellery to festoon your mighty wings, all this and more, at the cost of this one's life.

Kill her!

Kill him!

[Scene outside barracks where you betrayed Damian in his request to kill the Orc]

A knight that can't keep their word shames the people they represent - what would it have taken knight? Coin? Promise of further renown?



Your promise of serving this kingdom out of wanting rung hollow then, I have failed in my judgement. Preth, bring punishment to this traitor. I am shamed.

{I heard that you may be the new lord of Arnima?}

To have a fief to nestle in just as I return - this indelible feeling of joy has made me optimistic for our future. We'll make a paradise out of the Reach yet.

I can see no sterner plot of land, It will make a fine trial for my future rule. He who can tame the Reach, can tame the world.

Just as the swarthy men of the south made an oasis from dead earth, we'll turn mud to brick. No corner will be left unattended!

{A tall order, how do you hope to achieve that?}

Evermore's influence is at its most virulent, contrary to what you've probably witnessed to the east. The inordinate wealth this city has coveted will soon be divined onto our depressed neighbors.

Evermore sits on a great depository of gold, which only goes to waste within the walls. What is wealth with no ability to show it?

Men are being called from the frontiers, no longer needed to thwart partisans from Wayrest. They will given new duties, to rebuild this fractured kingdom and have all of High Rock in deep envy.

That is the promise I bring.

My travels from the west were impeded by talks with our frontier militia, who guard the western borders - they are being recalled to help with our mission. Very skilled men that are more than capable of dealing with even the worst dregs in the east.

{These witchmen aren't a people to be trifled with, amongst other problems. Are we just going to brute force change?}

However uncouth this may sound, violence is a language of its own. Where ears are deaf to diplomacy, only the mutually understood tongue of force will suffice.

The Reachmen fail in their methods, not through lack of will, but the absence of coordination. You cannot oust an enemy that flees from one nest to the next.

No, we must anticipate and destroy every opportunity for their survival.

Such violence is surely unbecoming of a prince! Let my declarations remind you that I'm not of the same stock of those that came before.

All that stains our kingdom will be scrubbed down to a shine, see that nothing ugly befalls these lands as I rule.

That is the promise I make.

Mistakes and setbacks have been factored into all deliberations we have for the reach, borrowing doctrines from the brightest and most experienced minds in High Rock.

We will purge ugliness from our world yet - relenting against the despairing predicament that have swallowed those who've came before.

{How is your family?}

Is this a gesture of sincere concern? Or has the nose desired another detail to sniff out? Ha, I jest - they are well enough. Walking their own destinies with nary a misstep.

What brings about this concern, Knight? Prying minds tend toward treachery, as they say.

Ha, your face! I jest, you're free to ask what you wish. The family are well, treading their paths without pause.

Just before our quest here, father regaled old tales from my youth. Truly indulging the past, such stories I struggle to remember...

Mother continues her studies in Daggerfall, furthering her talent with Harp and song. Her own orchestra, performing for the city's royal audience.

Father had regaled me of bygone tales before my departure to Daggerfall, indulging in my infancy - such stories I struggle to remember.

Mother has found haven in Daggerfall for now, soon to return as did I. She's become quite the skilled musician, performing in great balls and taking center stage in her own Operas.

And the cadence of her voice has found much use in bolstering our relation to Daggerfall. We've no need of emissaries when the Queen can exact our every want.

Her delicacy had been found useful for other aspects of life as well, acting as an emissary of sorts for our kingdom and even facilitating deals between Daggerfall and its contemporaries.

So in short, they are doing better than I ever thought they'd be. Such is the miracle of evermore's recent prosperity that we can enjoy this success.

In a word; beyond. Beyond what I ever hoped they achieved. Such is the fortune of Evermore's late prosperity that we enjoy our success.

And soon, the people here will boast of their own feats. Greatness shouldn't be confined to royal blood.


{Don't you have a sister?}

You've a keen interest in the family? Looking for a hand up into royalty, Knight? Unfortunately the sister has her love planned for.

A keen interest in the family, are we looking for a door into royalty, knight? It's not my place to bear bad news, but her love has been spoken for.

Some noble had asked for her hand in Daggerfall, from a very prominent family that can further crystallize the alliance between our two great kingdoms.

You know the type; A noble knowing nothing of life beyond what his neurosis permits. Festooned in the finest linen his parents could fetch him.

A child in the guise of a man, to think a fragile thing as he could earn the adoration of my sister.

She currently spends her time with dance and the aristocracy. Last I heard, she had entertained the notion of studying the arcane.

Yet she spent the greater part of her time with dance and drama, who else could she love other than those with similar interests.

Word slipped that she has taken up the arcane in her studies, I'm sure she'll make a fearsome witch!

I'm sure she'll make a fine witch, haha!

{What is her name?}

Friend, there has to be limits to what you know about a person. Leave the prying there, the specifics are not important.

Knight, I'm considering my stance on that jest I made earlier. Prying minds and all that. We've discussed the sister enough.

{What will we do about the Orcs?}

Thoughts have been inked to paper on their removal, we should end their degenerated race swiftly as to not engender further chaos. Leaving even one alive risks retributive action upon ours.

Necessity wills their destruction for the betterment of greater Bretonnia. This is the common sentiment found among all high families throughout High Rock.

Yet it was merely a hope for them, but for us as of now, an intent. It would only prolong the Orc's suffering to keep with this racial feud.

End it swiftly, to delight in their suffering is not the way of civilized men. They have endured enough.

They know only suffering, I think it would be the kingdom's greatest act of altruism to put their story to an end.

To shame them further with chains and bondage would bring both paranoia and doubt upon us, we as a civilized people should be above such ancient traditions.

{I thought you of all people would detest them}

Do you doubt my commitment? The constant warring upon the races, with no clear goal to oust the other for good, brings perpetual slaughter. The orcs would find some black crevice in a corner of this land to breed, returning to us will all the ferocity of a vengeful tide.

Such a degenerated race can only earn pity, only a threat can birth hatred. Fact is, many need the Orcs to justify their own squalor. They are the feared and ever present other, manifest.

Were it not for them, introspection could sweep the land. And with that, doubt towards those who govern.

So the Orcs are routed to some black crevice or another, making up for their lost in short time, only to exact a terrible vengeance some years later.

Worst of all, craven royalty have bred the Orc for game. Loosing their prey among the wilds, trailed by banners from all over.

Why not just end the farce? It's sickening that kingdoms have bred the Orcs specifically for game, and then to bemoan the Orcs escaping, only to slaughter some breton in the very same kingdom that hatched them.

That's what the purges are, a blood sport for those who seek war but find themselves bound by "peace" and its proponents.

{Game?}

The great harrowing of the Orcs. Once bred to a sizable number, The herd are set loose upon the fields, with those black knights soon to follow. Hounding them coast to coast, border to border.

A hunt that the Imperials would ban immediately upon its discovery, and so would I upon my crowning. Serfs have been found slain upon their fields, hovered over by the Orc who fell them.

Bearing gums and exhibiting desperation in their stare, the Orc is feral. Almost every case are they described this way. Is it coincidence these murders occur on the very day these games take place?

One's pleasure at another's pain.



{What are your plans for the reach?}

Many, so many in fact that they all seem disparate, even irrelevant. Yet they all share some tenuous link to the gestalt of Empire. A new empire that will find its seed within the coming days, and which will take root here.

Trust me, you've not the patience to hear them all. Disparate tasks that come with ease and with difficulty, they would seem wholly unrelated.

Yet they are all drawn together for the gestalt of Empire. To go beyond kingdom and claim even greater power.

Wayrest lays in shambles and Jehanna has long since faded into obscurity - with these circumstances, only the foolish would forgo the opportunity to increase power.

The west harbours ruin, with Wayrest offering no resistance to our ambition. The kingdom's land will be partitioned with daggerfall conceding to a smaller share.

And to the north lies a land barely worth governing - Jehanna would submit through threat alone, I'm sure. We only need to obstruct potential paths from which our foes could attack.

Power that, if used wisely, could put us on equal footing with Daggerfall. There should be no worries about the actual Empire, for it has seen its golden days in eras long gone.

Daggerfall will fear an East unified under one banner - they will come to know the new Era we've made for them. Lastly, the old Empire of Cyrodil..

Well, they've resolved that issue without our intervention. Their departure will finally unshackle us from their moribund rule.

Before reaching beyond ourselves however, we need to heal the body itself. We will have to pacify whatever vestiges of disorder that lies within our borders and make solid the leadership of this kingdom.

{And what of the witchmen and exiles?}

A trifling ordeal, they only exist due to my father's narrow interests. Were he to commit men beyond his walls, the dregs of the land would be made short work of.

A new concept of class collaboration will hopefully eschew the antagonisms that the peaseants and serfs have towards their superiors, instead focusing their discontent outside the kingdom.

In fact, the men of the Reach should suffice to combat the savages. Their only needs to be the furious desire to fight, that is what I hope to inspire.

For too long the antagonisms of class have blinded us to our racial enemies. It is imperative to unify all Bretons, and to finally oust the rats who feed on our misery.

No longer will the serf feel estranged from their society, they will all be animated by a mutual drive - we will all have the same agenda.

{And that agenda is?}

That we of same blood will forge a new destiny, outside the deliberations of the gods, and crush those who sought to divide and assail us. There is nothing more unifying than a common enemy.

Of course, we can extend the privileges of our collective to those outside our blood - who have sacrificed their own heritage to bolster ours.

{And what of the imperials, would they not be angered by this?}

Listen friend, recall what I just said about the Empire. They are a waning power, on their way out like an old dog who has since expended all its vigor, never to run again.

Their impotence is palpable, innumerable failures and military disasters has undermined its authority severely.

Ask yourself, where were the imperials during the countless breaches of their constitution? Slavery and genocide were still practiced within their provinces yet they seldom lifted a finger.

What remains of that empire? A name? A name of the thug who knocks to extort a "protection fee" from his subjects? Entailing the same duplicity of the thug who never protects his investments?

We would be better without it.

{What was you doing in daggerfall before you returned?}

My travels took me to every major house, and fiefdom, throughout the land. Seeking new allies for the adventures I frequently partook.

Travels took me to all the prominent families in High Rock. These dynasties could reach back to the Direnni, yet none knew their name.

These journeys came with the intention of fresh alliances, though I would be lying If I told it was for the Kingdom's benefit.

No, these relations were personal. A band was formed to search the land for high adventure, for ecstasy only came in fierce passion.

Love, struggle and triumph. I still regale the nights aside the rarest beauties in the land, hair of auburn and blonde, as wisps on the emptiness of my hands.

Where moments before the bloody flourish of a moment had given me victory over an enemy. On those days I realized, that no story written compares to the epics played out in life.



And within those journeys were the ecstasies man has sought since its infancy; Love, battle and triumph. I can still taste those nights of orgasmic thrill where I had bedded beauties unparalleled - upon the same day I battled the most hideous villains.

To feel achievement pumping through the body, a carnality that reflects the height of youth.



{How about daggerfall itself?}

As the women of my family had entertained activities enjoyed in peacetime, I was training for war. The principles and etiquette of war to be precise. Commanding small retinues in mock battles, organizing raids on criminal dens and ousting pagans from the wilds.

The women of the family entertained leisures only found in peace, and for that privilege, I trained for War. For it is the blood of men that purchases the safety of women.

However, as befitting my class, I came to command. We staged mock battles, small retinues of 24 either side - having won for the most part. Yet daggerfall has talent of their own, and I still have much to learn.

Though we were eager to shed the artifice and do away with wooden swords, so we made raids on the criminal dens of Daggerfall. It's remarkable how swift we were in their undoing.

--------

I even took up fencing on the side, achieved the title of master after my two years of the art. Ha, the repressed jealously buried within the face of my peers was palatable.



And of course, a woman was also there to make the entire stay complete; fair-skin, flaxen hair and a face sculpted by dibella herself -  and Last but most importantly, the princess of Daggerfall.

How perfect I thought, and now we are in arrangements to be married. Yet this is one of the rare marriages where both are fully willing to spend their lives together. Should have seen the letters sent by raven to my carriage, her heart must ache from my absence.

*Sigh* It's all like a dream, am I to wake into a world of coldness?

{No, it's real}

I hope It is friend. I would not want my dream to slip back into a nightmare.

Oh I'm sure it is, yet even with this precious reality we've earned, one misstep can always have dream fall to nightmare.



{So you've been looking to marry?}

Come now knight, who is a king without his Queen?

My heart is within the hands of Daggerfall; the princess to be exact. Together we will sire heirs that can go and bring even further prosperity to our burgeoning kingdom.

And you knight? Has someone shackled your heart?

{Yes, I'm already married}

You carried yourself as such, a life alone always shows itself through the posture, and the tongue. Yet you haven't fallen to bitterness, which is too common among the loveless.


{No, I'm still looking}

Well that's disheartening, one would think a paragon like yourself had many pursuers - well, the ones without a sheathed dagger.

All things in good time I suppose - you shouldn't hasten yourself in your journey for love, a bad marriage is worse than no marriage.

All this talk about suitors, yet my mind is drawn to the concept of woman. Say, let's indulge in that concept here. We have all the time in the world.

{What do you want to talk about?}

Ever noticed how the fairer sex seem to enjoy a reality that are forbidden to men? A reality of gentle rivers and them as smooth stones, sailing through the current with small resistance.

The waters themselves are the system and agents who can carry them through that river, I hope you understand the metaphor.

Men; the great sacrificial lamb of the specie.

A reality that I posit men strive for as well, a feathered realm without weight, where all are bereft of responsibility, and the jaws of uncertainty. Yet men cannot forgo their weight, as our guardian absconds us upon manhood.

But boys do enjoy a sliver of that privilege - in the assuring bosom of our mothers. That ultimate woman who loves without cost.

Yet there are oddities, where lust can supplant love, desperation can supplant diligence  - and those children are abandoned for estranged fathers.

{Women face a lot of adversity too, just in different ways}

A scant string of tragedies cannot compare to a life weighed down by the tonnage of man's world. Can the home compare to the battlefield? Or the begrudging dirt of the farm? Or the despairing prospect of selling your skills within the cities?

Whatever umbrage they have with life is of their own doing, at most they have displeased a husband with their indolence and lack of reciprocation.

{I would have thought you'd like women, my prince. What brings around these sentiments?}

Fourteen women

{What?}

Fourteen women for every man sire offspring, can you see the disparity in that? A disproportionate number of men go without progeny, having their dynasty die with them.

Yet there's no mourning, only remembered by the vermin who seek to upend their graves. A life of turmoil and sweat with no reward.

Prying intellectuals, bursting with pretension and an eagerness to demonstrate their irrelevant studies, bemoan the oppression of women. I heard it all during my stay at Daggerfall.

Yet they turned a blind eye to the men who faded into the abyss, nary a peep from their sealed lips. But with woman, screams and shrieks abound at every slight. The whole world must know of the suffering woman.

Women wait, and they receive - over eras of society we have evolved to understand our advantages, and weaknesses. Woman has learned that action is for men - so she sits there and expects men to come.

Gluttnous, solipsistic, divulging in their value imputed by their genders form. Like a royal and the notion of divine birthright, women have a similar principle,

{This is more telling of women lacking agency, installed by society.}

They lack agency because they wish to be without it, they enjoy the irresponsibility. In some distant tomorrow, where a wretched "equality" exists, the woman would be a natural elite sifting through men like a butcher does meat.

Vast swathes of men will be relegated to the role of peasants, despite their real standing. And that she with her innate aristocratic qualities must be extolled simply by the virtue of her gender.

And in that foul future, I weep for men - for they will suffer such sexual disparity that many will forgo love altogether.

An impasse encroaches, a time in history where ideas can congeal into cultures, with destinies being forged. We need to have the right idea, one where order reigns through hierarchy, where everyone knows their place - including women.

Lest we spiral into a degenerate frenzy of reprobates and whores - with once homogeneous groups mongrelized because women lack that relationship with their kin.

There exists only one ideal within the woman's mind, the worship of power.


{Don't we all worship power?}

Not comparable, men can put aside their power play for a moment to build something beyond their egos - otherwise the civilizations you see wouldn't have risen from the dirt.

Women's entirety revolve around the abstraction of power, what they're inherently attracted to are indicators of strength. Upon looking at men her eyes are drawn to the Jaw, which can relent against blows. The hunters stare, piercing and narrow, which shields the eyes.

Broad shoulders that can stand against forces that would knock weaker men off their feet.

The veneration of strength is built into woman, even if we were to abolish all hierarchies, woman would soon establish another almost immediately if given enough freedom.

Woman sacrifices her principles, if she had them to begin with, for strength. If not, she supplants that visceral pursuit for monetary gain, a proxy for strength - so that the progeny may achieve a higher rung on the ladder.

Man will never receive the same love he bestows unto a woman, the woman can only love her children. The man is forever estranged, forever secondary to what the woman truly covets.

Every opportunity to gain power will be seized, always on the lookout for something more - a parasite that nature has cruelly shackled us with.

I'm not alone in these beliefs, I had shared many thoughts with nobility over in daggerfall, covering the same topics. Could have mused about women from dusk till dawn.

What we had also noticed is women's ubiquity, with the only disparity existing because of the social strata they find themselves in.

Woman is homogenized, and must be homogenized, by nature so that the specie must propagate without terminating after the first generation. The world plays it safe with woman and has them share an incredible mutuality that is seen lacking in men.

They've already achieved their natural purpose upon birth, that is to birth further - a potential carrier for a lineage. However men serve under different laws, laws for the great game. And men are the fodder for this game.

A specie only needs a few men to bolster its ranks, and in many specie we see the ratio skew in favor of the women. Yet a specie needs all its females. One man can father thousands, yet women can only mother a few.

However, men are nature's wild card. Such vastness between the worst and best of us that to define all men by one mutual trait would prove folly, yet if we tried, it would only be by that which hangs between the legs.

Yet there are cases of men engaging in sodomy and self mutilation, so that they no longer possess that ubiquitous trait. Why? Because men are not supposed to be homogeneous.

Like feces flung against a spinning mill, with each spoke acting as the gestalt of woman - men pass through the mill to have their offspring gathered on the other side.

The female offspring are then ingratiated into the mill itself, while the males are picked up and once again chucked at the mill. An eternity of judgement, with woman as nature's arbiter.

That is why history is a male's endeavor, a story inked by men for men - the very disparity I've talked of is what gives rise to the greatest and most vile of men, who will be added to our annuls.

It is both a depressing and uplifting concept to divulge, it depends on who you are ultimately.

[PANIC, RUNNING AWAY]
It wont end here, fate is mine!

[PLAYER YIELDS]
Do that again and you will be killed, without hesitation.

[Player Stealing]
Oh you will die thief. I will hear your screams.


[Friend is murdered]
The weak are done away with.

[Dying words]
After it all... What was the point?...
Back to normal...


[NPC being hit]
That all?
Such fervor!
Aha!
Fast, I like it!
Let me have your face!!!
Come now, cattle.
Nothing I haven't felt before.

[TAUNT DIRECTED TOWARD GENERIC ENEMY, ]
I'll send you back to that husk.
Poor posture!
Beauty prevails!
We'll rid this land of your foul ilk!
I'll feast on your eyes!
Subordinate cretin!

[NPC REACTING TO PLAYER ACTIONS]
A fine spectacle!
Careful now!
We'll suffer no more of this impertinence.
Cease that you fool!
Never seen such a thing!
Shouting yes? Such a destructive show of force!
Get out of here with that.


[NPC REACTING TO DEAD BODY]
Those who cannot defend themselves must make way for the strong.
Pitiful.

[GOODBYE]
Until next time.
Farewell, friend.
May your strength suffice for what's to come.
Be careful knight, have the children return unharmed.
I have my duties, leave.


[PLAYER SHOVING NPC]
Have you Lost your senses?!
Ugh!

[HELLO]
Greetings, knight.
Welcome.
I've no need for you at the moment.
You have my ear.
Speak up!
Ah, a familiar face!






[PLANS FOR FURTHER DIALOGUE]

{Have damian talk about family, have him be wrong about a lot of finer details - such to convey that he doesn't know anything about them. Have his story about his mother contradict that of sigmayne}

{Have Damian rant about women after his quest, have his bitterness come out and then concede that most men are bad too. That's why he wants to reduce suffering by weeding out "undesirables". Have him sound increasingly manic.}

{When pressed on Orcs, have him be cold about the subject but bring up goals of eradicating orcs. Have him detest state of their slavery, saying they could escape. Yet, really he wants to mercy kill them out of pity and demons own history with Orcs}

{Ask about Damian's suitors, may bring up woman who has been pursuing him. That he feels a new zest for life and that love feels great, have him detail his sex life, becoming increasingly excited through the conversation}

{Ask damian who ustase are to him, how he came to use them personally and have argument about their ethics and the stories you've hearrd (from jackos).}

{Talk to Damian after his quest about plans for reach, how he's going to make Evermore new empire in the east that will challenge Daggerfall. Only hope against thalmor if they attack again. Him talking about imperial impotence with anger (alluding to demon history), and that they're planning to leave}

{Ask him what he was doing in daggerfall, and his exploits throughout High Rock. Let him talk about current happenings througout privince + festivals.}