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Lowland Reaver Leader "Prethathor":
- Childlike glee at prospect of combat/killing
- Always filled with joy if he’s doing something dangerous, hates doing nothing
- Every conversation fills you with dread, like each word could spur into a fight to the death
- Dremora Xivalai in disguise as tall Breton, survived since Oblivion Crisis and went into hiding. But came into service of Evermore with disguise
- Indeterminate age, but looks relatively young
-Absolutely brutal and unrelenting in battle, never knows when to stop and most times encourages situations where battle/calamity will ensue. Does not care about suffering caused.
- If you’ve read manga “Berserk”, he is like Wyald.
- Deep voice
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{What is happening here?}

Look at you! That strength and vigor ushering from your every orifice. I would love to us engage in a savage dance.

Why do you ask, little one? Scouting the territory?

{What?}

Ah, that familiar scent. Fear. It will not happen today, little one. But this pit will soon be an arena.

I know it, and you know it. Only one man can assert his will, but who will be chosen?

Our blades will answer that.

{Are you the leader here?}

I see no threats, no equals. Here, I reign.

Do you doubt this? Will you raise your blade against me?

{No, I'm just passing through}

*deep, cynical laugh* It would be too quick.

{I'm not fighting those of the kingdom}

This here is my kingdom, and I have but one law that all must follow; fear the strong.

That law has never been broken.

Ha, where are my manners? I forget how the prey works sometimes, my mind is still in the past, where I was at home.

Maybe soon I can share some of my culture directly with you - until then, hone yourself for the time of our game.

[Scene where player is discussing matters of the kingdom and its future while at dinner]

I'm insulted prince, no room for any of my warriors?

Men, where is the talk of war? There must be blood for your ambition.

Dogs of men will persist, I will foster the most wanting of wolves for my pack. They will reap a thousand lives and more.

And that is why I adore your kingdom. Never lacking in butchers.

There will always be scum, you needn't worry about that. Those men on the periphery of this gleaming society; born pariahs, sadists, degenerates. In this ever chaotic world these outliers will always exist.

These wolves will need discipline, a shephard to shape them.

Such scum will need a Shepard, and I am ever thankful to be the one to lead these black sheep.

Peace; there is no greater lie. In this lull, shall the warrior grow fat and settle?

I am growing irritated, the talk of ending this great time of violence disgusts me. If the Orcs were to perish, the fun would end.

Enough with peace! Bring us war! Bring us blood!

Sounds dull, what will the warrior occupy himself with in this Utopia?

I feel like I'm getting screwed over with all these plans, are you telling me I'll be hearing no more shrieking grocks?

There you go again with your peace - I thought we were going to have some fun.

I will make it a legendary siege, the greatest of slaughters, carnage that will force still all who pay witness.

We will win this world yet, through fire and steel.

Another big siege on the Orcs? Wonderful, I felt like it was almost yesterday when we last laid waste to those ardent warriors. I will miss these Orcs, the other peoples in this world just don't compare when it comes to battle.

[Scene after talk at dinner, where Prince subtly suggests to prethathor to kill you within the basement]

It is that time prince? You are a most intolerable beast... and that pleases me greatly.

Ha, little prince. Such intolerance.

Come, warrior. We will entertain fate, below. No more talking, only strength decides the superior will.

Here, our grand stage. Descend, and dance..

..and die.



Come, warrior - I'll show you the room where strength is king. No more talking, It bores me.

Take a peek, just over the edge - it's calling for you, warrior.

[Scene where Prince and Prethathor are waiting outside barracks after you had betrayed them]

Ha! With pleasure, been eyeing up this piece of meat since I laid eyes on its form. I hope you live up to your legend, warrior, let's dance.

At last. I've lusted for this battle, you will be the one to offer the greatest challenge. Do not dissapoint.

[Scene where player comes across Prethator and Prince Damian talking for first time]

To see how far you've come, in spite of my discipline. Surely now you can see the good in our last meeting?

Now we both reign over our respective dominion, earned through the blood of our enemies.

Always had a way with words, little prince. I must confess, I grow restless. The orcs provide little entertainment.

We need a greater foe. A threat that compells all here to violent passion. A war maybe? Better yet, conquest!

Joy! Make it soon, my patience is thin. I need the thrill of battle, I need to dance, prince!

Ah, the anticipation!

There awaits two within the barracks, eager to hear your studied words. Most important however, dinner; befitting the company, I'm certain.

Yesterday, two black bears, today? four! Yet I will still hunger, as I always do.

No hard feelings, little tyke? It's kind to see you return after all these years, come to share in my small dominion?

Always one for prose weren't you, little tyke - I must confess, I grow restless. These fleshy thralls have grown tiresome to engage with, I need, we need a foe. Do we have any further wars planned?

Joy! You are a most charitable prince! Immeasurably better than the last. Oh, I can't hold my excitement.

Let's continue these talks within the barracks, dinner should be on the table - there's no good discourse without a full stomach I say!

It is settled then, eat. We will eat.

[Scene in Quarry where you play as an Orc; Prethator witnesses you beat down another captive orc and orders you to follow him]

Superb performance, we'll make a great spectacle of you! I'm feeling particularly generous today, and after seeing your prowess in combat, I will grant you the opportunity to forgo your duties for the time being and join me in my manor!

What a show! You've earned my admiration, Orc. Today I feel generous - we will entertain ourselves further.

A moments reprieve from this work is an attractive offer, no? Now follow.

{Is this a question? I have no choice either way.}

It's a deal then, you will shatter flesh in place of stone. Now come, follow me.

It's settled, you will shatter flesh in place of stone. I'm expecting much of you.

[Scene in quarry where Prethathor shows Prince about the device that kills Orcs if they try to resist or escape]

Bet you're curious on what this pretty stone can do right? Let's try a visual demonstration.

Let's have some fun.

It's time for another test - yet the stone needs a target.

You, draw your weapon, we need to excite the sheep.

Let's see those sparks.

You, draw your bow and rile that greenskin. We want to see some sparks fly.

Never gets old...

[Scene where Character reveals his true, demonic form. And is talking with another demonic character about what to do with the Player]

Lord, I bring you an apology in form of a champion.

This tribute has done much, upon its slaying, you must grant me passage home.

Is she here? The bearer of my future progeny? She should witness this visceral play so that I can win her hand.

Where is she who will bear my sons? She needs to witness this.

The blood that will flow will bring her great pleasure, that I'm sure!

My head if this one disappoints. This one is different from the weaklings that have come before. It has the taint of enemy gods.




Gods who are enemies to ours, and if we defeat their herald, then we shame them. Is that not worth seeing?

You were branded, warrior. A cord that made way for your entrance here. For that, I am thankful.

Now, the patriach will deliver a most brutal end for you. Submit, and I will flay you slowly.

Fight me with your all however, and you will be granted a death befitting the brave.

Enough time has been wasted on words. We will speak that true language, known by all.

Violence.

Now, let's sing.

*Spits* Pretense makes me sick, I'll cover every inch of this hole with what's left of you.

[Scene where Character is on knees, frantically threatening the player]

Yes! You have it! The cord! Now it is time for you to see my culture, motral, we've had enough of yours!

I am ready, take us!


Into the red!



[NPC reacts to death]
The triumph of one's own will.
Woe to the weak.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER STEALING]
You dared, now you die.

[NPC DYING WORDS]
To a mortal.. Impossible..
The shame..

[NPC REACTS TO FRIENDS DEATH]
More blood!

[NPC ATTACKED]
Ha ha haa!!!
Harder!
UGH.. beautiful.
Hopeless.
Egh..

[NPC BLOCKING ATTACKS]
Pity.
Ha! Mortals..

[NPC BLEEDING OUT, ON KNEES]
It's not possible...

[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
Come now! Let's play!
Send me your flesh!
Dance!
Time for the blood letting!
Great slaughter!
You will break!
Kneel and die!
Blood! Ha ha ha! Blood!!

[NPC REACTS TO CORPSE]
They were weak.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SWINGING WEAPON]
Want to dance?

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SPELLS]
Mere tricks.

[PLAYER SHOVES NPC]
Once more, and you will die.


[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SHOUT]
A great bark on you.

[NPC SAYS GOODBYE]
*deep, cynical laugh*
Away.

[NPC SAYS HELLO]
Little dancer.
A challenger?
You seek to bore me?
We are both foreign, both seek home. But much blood lays before us before our destination.
Yes! I sense a cord on you. My key home..


[NPC SEES HOSTILE]
Run little lamb, ruuuun!!!!
I lust for the hunt!


[NPC LOOKING FOR HOSTILE]
The prey will soon emerge, and I will be there.