Orc Dialogue

MAKE SURE TO HAVE AUDIO RECORDINGS SET FOR MONO, NOT AUDIO
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 WITHIN {} BRACKETS ARE THE PLAYERS QUESTIONS
[] BRACKETS DENOTE PLAYER/NPC ACTIONS

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[NPC GOODBYE]
Safe travels.

Alright then.

[NPC HELLO]

What do you want?

Stop wasting my time.

[NPC TAUNT AGGRESSIVE]
Best start running little breton.

You dare stand before me?!

The orsimer will wipe out your weak race.

I'll break every bone in your body!

Your people aren't fit to rule this land.

Can't wait to see you hanging from a pike.

I am the firstborn! First son! Orsiniums Son!

Even if I die, my brothers will take my place.

Filthy race traitor.




[NPC SEES ENEMY]

Piggy comes out to play.

Look who's joined the fray!

[NPC SEARCHES FOR ENEMY]

I'll sniff you out.

[NPC DIES]

Eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........

The Orcs will rule...............

[NPC ATTACKS ENEMY]
Weak, weak, WEAK!
Let me hear you scream.
Ha!
Aghhh!
Stay down!
I'll bathe in your blood!
Weak!

[NPC IS ATTACKED]
You'll suffer for that.

Ah!

Eughh!

[NPC BLOCKS ATTACK]

Pathetic.

Too easily blocked.


[ORC REFUGEE TALKING ABOUT LEAVING HIGH ROCK]
{Where are you going?}
Getting out of the Reach before things turn sour for my kind, many of my brethren have the same feeling of another disaster approaching.

My father told me of the pogrom he survived in his day, such a terrible story that I hope that I or my family never has to experience one ourselves.


{Why is this happening?}

There's been hatred against my kind in these lands for the longest time, but with that "Orsiniums sons" raiding and causing a stir among the Bretons, the retaliation from the Manmer will most likely have Orcs like me in the crossfire.

We were assured that'd we'd be safe here under the protection of the Empire, and that our skills will be appreciated by the locals. But now the Empire is weak and the bretons grow angry. We don't want to tempt fate by sticking around.

{Where will you go then?}

There's promise of small havens scattered around Skyrim, and a myth of a new Orsinium to the South East. Let's just hope no Man gets a whiff of it this time, we can only rebuild our home so many times.

And I'm telling you, Orc to Orc, you'd do best to do the same. These half men have no love for us brother, only hate. And when the time comes, you'll see their true face. Friend, lover, teacher, all goes out the window when the mob forms.

If you shared our race, I would tell you. But you don't, so I'm not risking our new home on the chance that you wont rat us out to the Manmer. Hope you understand.