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About this mod
Over 300 generated voicelines provided freely as a resource for any ambitious modder, primarily featuring dunmer female and imperial male lines - with additional files as Caius Cosades and Crassius Curio. Primarily written with idle chatter in mind. If you aren't a mod maker, you might still be interested in seeing the demonstration
- Permissions and credits
- This file consists of ~300 artificially voiced files mimicking the Morrowind voice actors for the dunmer female and imperial male, only using vanilla
game files to generate it, utilizing ElevenAI resources/text to speech. - This is a modder's resource. It does nothing on its own and is simply a collection of mp3 files. (I can also convert them into wav if that's more convenient for anyone)
- It primarily started as a writing project for dunmer women, and grew to include imperial males. While I wanted to do dunmer males, I quickly deduced a hoarse accent will require significantly more effort on my part and I don't think it sounds acceptable now.
0:00 Dunmer Female
3:20 Imperial Male
5:40 Cosades
6:40 Curio
This video is only a small sample of the available voicelines!!!
There are 170 dunmer female voicelines, 150 imperial male voicelines, 30 Cauius voicelines and 10 Crassius voicelines.
Dunmer female (Vanilla)
Spoiler:
Don't talk to me, outlander.
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
Death is but a moment. When death is here, dying is over.
You better watch your step, you little bastard. I'm not afraid to kick your ass.
What do you need? Speak.
You're still here? Shoo! Go on! Get!
I swear to Mephala, get away before I get the guards involved!
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
I'm not interested, get lost! I have better things to do
You little bastard, you're not supposed to be back here. Get lost!
You think you're smart for a peasant, eh? You better watch your back. I can do all sorts of things to you.
By Vivec. (Tone: Resolutely.)
You're a cunt.
That's rude. You shouldn't say that.
To curse is the mark of low wit, less creativity, and disrespect to your lords and fathers.
Oh you damn fetcher! Where are you?
You keep bothering me, and I'll have the guards cut your balls off.
I can be very aggressive. You don't want to find that out the hard way.
Keep chatting like that and I'll put you in your place. I don't care who you are. You could be the emperor of Tamriel himself and I'd still put my foot up your ass.
Stop staring, or you won't like what happens
If you don't watch your mouth, I'll show you what a little shock spell can do to that pathetic little face. Now get out of my sight
You know, I really don't mind how some of the Argonians look...
I'm going to skin that damn lizard and eat his spleen.
Nothing lasts forever, you know.Especially in these parts. It's only a matter of time... until it BURNS down to the ground.
Don’t teach a learned one
It’s nice to visit, but it’s better to be home
The devil lives in the still waters
Even a hut feels like paradise when you’re with your loved one
I hate you.
Life doesn't matter. We all end up in the cold dirt anyways, right?
You better watch your mouth or you'll find your head on a pike you little bastard!
Get the fuck outta here, you dirty bastard
By our lords and our ladies, we greet you with prudence.
Do you ever get the feeling that nothing you do matters? It just doesn't really matter, does it? We're all going to die in the end...
Seriously, why do I even bother chatting, all you ever do is just annoy me and waste my time. I could be doing something productive if you just leave me alone.
Look, maybe if you weren't so damn ugly I'd consider talking to you, but you're just not worth the effort. Now scurry off, before I really lose my patience.
If you want anything from me, you're gonna have to earn it.
Business and pleasure are kept far apart.
Nee BEH nee MEH ni kukaRYEku or nee boom BOOM.
A dunmer woman is a treasure to her people, a symbol of grace and refinement. She must look the part. Her words are as sharp as her knives, and she knows how to use both.
I'm so tired... I can't....
I could eat your heart and feel nothing, you know.
Uvirith's Grave? A terrible place.
Ugh, another pathetic outsider come to gawk at us Dunmer, I suppose? Well don't get any funny ideas, pretty boy. We're not some cheap floozy you can just waltz up to and chat up.
I suppose even a blind nix finds a scrib sometimes. What brings your sorry self to Morrowind, hmm?
I don't have time for your gawking, outlander. So unless you have something useful to say, kindly leave.
I've worked too hard to let some upstart thief ruin everything I've built. You'd do best to remember that
Kill yourself.
My fee is cheap, and my strider is warm and dry.
Ohhhh I don't feel so good.
I'm going to beat you to death. It's nothing personal.
You're cute. I might not sell you if you were a slave.
N'wah (repeated over and over again.)
You know, those elf-looking khajiit are cute. Is that bad?
Eggs. I need eggs! I need more eggs, eggboy! Eggs!
EGGS! I NEED EGGS! BRING ME EGGS! EGGS!
I'd love a pet nix-hound. But I'm allergic.
I hate these damn imperials.
Do you not comprehend the ancient secrets woven into the fabric of our reality?
My butt itches.
A Redoran is like a period. No, I will not elaborate.
House Redoran in honor and humility, sera.
You dare set foot in our sacred land?
Ignorant fetcher.
The Daedra lurk in every shadow.
By the three, my rites and duties.
Let the Netchiman's blessing be upon you
The Tribunal weeps at the depravity that lurks in every shadow
The Daedra whisper secrets in my ear, tempting me with forbidden pleasures.
I have seen visions of gates on the land, fire opening from the earth, the dragon killing its own children...
I can speak no more. Leave me... Please. Please.
I am but a humble old woman of a few hundred years. I know not what drives the Telvanni.
Neloth is an old bastard, and you can tell him I said it. Hmph!
(incomprehensible) lines
"Dunmeris" gibberiish lines
Spine. Spine for me to splay the joe drink all around the mass berdation town while I drink the whole jam jew for mass purtation trap. Jesus. You one for why I bleed the whole jam chase patreen? You one for why this is all for vann's burdation when I why for over een at all?
I am very racist.
The Tribunal's divine will binds us
Ayehm-seht-vehk... *OUTLANDER*!
We are the children of the sixth house and the tribe unmourned.
Dagoth Ur is the Awakened Lord of the Sixth House, come to cast down false gods, drive foreigners from the land, and restore the ancient glory of Morrowind. He bids you come to Red Mountain. For the friendship and honor that once you shared, he would grant you counsel and power, if only you would pledge that friendship anew. The path to Red Mountain is long, and filled with danger, but if you are worthy, you will find there wisdom, a firm friend, and all the power you need to set the world aright." Ilunibi shrine: "Ilunibi shrine is just a small, quiet retreat for Sixth House servants, a place to contemplate and grow strong and wise in Lord Dagoth's ways. Here we share the sacraments of flesh and blood, and dream the dreams of our Lord. This and other lesser shrines are hidden from prying eyes throughout the land. But the greatest shrines of Sixth House servants lie beneath Red Mountain, in the citadels of our Lord and his close kin.
afhshsh... Lord!! LORD! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!? WHERE ARE YOU? WHY CAN'T I HEAR YOU? ARE YOU LISTENING? HELP ME!!!
Drive the outlander dogs from morrowind.
All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the imperials ever done for us?
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot- (full verse included, yes the full song)
That's, that's enough music for now, lads
I love the empire. I WANT TO DESTROY OTHER CULTURES FOR MONEY.
Begone, foul creature! Return to your benighted homeland before I unleash the fury of the Daedra upon you
Have you tried the new bakery downtown? Their pastries are supposed to be excellent.
Could you repeat that? I didn't quite catch what you said. Sarcastic)
Some locals are saying the ash storms are getting worse near Gnisis (Nysis).
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't even sell an argonian to one of those... THINGS, if I'm being honest. Even beasts don't deserve that...
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't even sell an argonian to one of those... THINGS, if I'm being honest. Even beasts don't deserve that... (x2)
Nerevar, hear my cry. Our enemies are strong. They burn us with their fire. But though they move earth and sky against us, you bear the very mountains on your back, that we may strike our foes.
I hear your kin struggle under the yoke of Imperial taxation. Truly, they do not understand the value of a slave's labor. I am sorry. We would treat you better.
Your people's obsession with freedom is quaint, but misguided. In the end, all serve a master - whether gold, glory, or the whims of fate. Imperials are not honest. We are- and we are all slaves to fate.
I do pity the argonian, but they are beasts. Even if intelligent, they are beasts. There is simply an order to things. I would resent such a thing too, were I in there place - but we must all blame Lorkhan.
The idea of marriage as a union between equals is... amusing.
In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his wealth. In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his power. In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his honor.
My feet hurt.
Why do we have to live here? Why did Veloth curse us? Why? WHY? I HATE IT HERE!
I feel for those poor Nords captured by the slave traders. Such strong warriors, reduced to chattel. It's a shame their ferocity cannot protect them.
These imperials, always so eager to trade and make deals. They have no concept of honor or loyalty, only gold and power.
The Bosmer are foreigners, outlanders. They live in trees and eat nothing but meat. We have no forests here. Why don’t they go back where they came from? Bretons are outlanders, foreigners, Westerners. They don’t belong here. They should go back where they came from. Redguards are outlanders, foreigners, Westerners. They don’t belong here. They should go back where they came from. The Orcs are savage half-men that the Westerners call ‘human’. They should go back to their mountains in the West and leave us alone. The Emperor uses them as his soldiers, and they are indeed fierce warriors. The Khajiit are savage half-men of the southern deserts and jungles. They are ignorant and superstitious, but they are clever and dangerous. Our fathers used to keep them as slaves, but they are sneaky and untrustworthy. Argonians are the savage half-men of the southern marshes. Our peoples used to keep them as slaves, but they are useless. The settled people still keep them as slaves to grub in the soil. They are dirty and wicked, and we should drive them all back into the swamps they came from.
The Khajiit are cunning creatures, no doubt about it. I respect the beasts.
Poor slave girl, sold to pay her family's debts. Such is life.
These Imperial chains chafe my wrists, but they cannot bind my spirit. Freedom will come, mark my words.
Slavery is the way of Morrowind. We merely follow tradition, nothing more.
Whispers speak of a prophecy foretelling the downfall of the Emperor. Some claim it is already underway.
My sympathies to your family on the loss of their slave. He was... good.
I've heard the bosmer have some remarkable techniques for taming difficult beasts.
It's a shame the Empire doesn't recognize our culture. If only they understood the importance of owning property, living or not.
One day the argonians will take their vengeance, I am sure. Such is the way of things. Such is the way things are to be. We will endure.
Such is the way of things. Such is the way things are to be. We will endure.
The company's work is never done.
Real barenziah is damn pornography, and if I catch you with it- oh, nevermind!
I like nords. The way their eyes glimmer is almost intelligent.
May the Nerevarine one day free all slaves, both Dark Elf and outsider alike.
Even a lowly slave girl knows better than to venture unescorted into the wilderness
In the great houses of Mournhold, slaves are treated with respect and care.
Slavery is woven into the very fabric of our society.
These 'freedom fighters' who target slave traders never seem to grasp that their actions only make life harder for ordinary, innocent Dunmer.
Are you stupid? Baar Dau isn't going to fall, that's why Vivec FROZE IT!
In our culture, slavery is a mark of honor and humility.
Even Vivec is a slave. Outlanders should know that - you should see the Fields of Kummu. Learn humility.
I pity the Argonians. Bound to the hyst, destined to be a chattel race. We can give them honor and purpose, but even if they escape us, their masters are in their blood. It is a sad lot to be a lizard, damned with intelligence for the machinations of some tree.
I know the Argonians. They are as intelligent, clean and kind as any elf.
Okay, I'm a member of the Twin Lamps, but I still wouldn't leave a khajiit alone in my shop. It's not a beast-race thing, it applies to bosmer too!
Ah, your slave's eyes look tired today. She must be working too many hours.
There's this kind of imperial bird, I think it's called a duck, and you roast it, and serve it with this yellow sauce- butter, I think? Absolutely DIVINE.
I want a man with thin hips.
I think about dying so often it feels more like a memory.
Happy happy yay yay.
Our society may seem chaotic, but within it lies a delicate balance.
I don't care /WHO/ the empire sends, I'm not paying taxes!
Patrolling Vvardenfell almost makes you wish it were winter.
You eyeballin' me?
Our society thrives on intrigue and deception, yet we prize honesty above all else.
A Dunmer woman's true allure comes from her inner conviction.
Perhaps you could learn to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a well-crafted poison. Try bittergreen.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery or cheap trinkets. Prove your worth to me.
We are not offended by gifts of gold, unless they are too small.
Your ignorance is almost adorable, outlander.
"Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time."
Even Lord Vivec removed his fine clothes, laid them aside, and toiled the farmer's fields, acting like a beast of burden.
My beauty is not for public consumption.
It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness.
It is not to be thought that the life of daedra is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of oblivion.
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
My heart belongs to none, save perhaps the Tribunal gods themselves.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery.
Your gaze lingers too long, traveler.
I do not suffer fools gladly.
I prefer the company of women. They understand emotion, without needing to prove themselves.
A true noble is pure of heart as well as deed.
Leave the trivialities of politics to the men.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
This is a wondrous encounter. Welcome.
I sense the echoes of your ancestors in your very essence.
I'll never get those stains out!
Do you think I could get a tattoo?
What a fool to walk out here with only a dagger. He'll be killed any day now.
Dammit. Damn. Damn it all! Damn! "Damn". Dayumn. Hell. Oh, hell. Oh hell. Swit. Fetcher. Fetcher! Damn fetcher. Dammit, fetcher.
Cyrodilic fried chicken is to die for.
Have you heard of the sload?
I heard rumors of a new blight spreading in Gnisis (Kneesis)
I heard rumors of a new blight spreading in Gnisis (Nysis)
I heard the Cammonna Tong was devastated.
I heard the Cammonna Tong are thriving recently.
It's awfully hot today. I wish it would rain.
Hello. How are you doing today?
I'm not interested, low life. Get lost!
Get lost, fetcher!
Filthy lizard, filthy cat, filthy beast!
Who the hell does he think he is, coming in and asking questions like that?
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
Slavery is a sin. History will not remember us kindly. Know that.
Show
Don't talk to me, outlander.
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
Death is but a moment. When death is here, dying is over.
You better watch your step, you little bastard. I'm not afraid to kick your ass.
What do you need? Speak.
You're still here? Shoo! Go on! Get!
I swear to Mephala, get away before I get the guards involved!
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
I'm not interested, get lost! I have better things to do
You little bastard, you're not supposed to be back here. Get lost!
You think you're smart for a peasant, eh? You better watch your back. I can do all sorts of things to you.
By Vivec. (Tone: Resolutely.)
You're a cunt.
That's rude. You shouldn't say that.
To curse is the mark of low wit, less creativity, and disrespect to your lords and fathers.
Oh you damn fetcher! Where are you?
You keep bothering me, and I'll have the guards cut your balls off.
I can be very aggressive. You don't want to find that out the hard way.
Keep chatting like that and I'll put you in your place. I don't care who you are. You could be the emperor of Tamriel himself and I'd still put my foot up your ass.
Stop staring, or you won't like what happens
If you don't watch your mouth, I'll show you what a little shock spell can do to that pathetic little face. Now get out of my sight
You know, I really don't mind how some of the Argonians look...
I'm going to skin that damn lizard and eat his spleen.
Nothing lasts forever, you know.Especially in these parts. It's only a matter of time... until it BURNS down to the ground.
Don’t teach a learned one
It’s nice to visit, but it’s better to be home
The devil lives in the still waters
Even a hut feels like paradise when you’re with your loved one
I hate you.
Life doesn't matter. We all end up in the cold dirt anyways, right?
You better watch your mouth or you'll find your head on a pike you little bastard!
Get the fuck outta here, you dirty bastard
By our lords and our ladies, we greet you with prudence.
Do you ever get the feeling that nothing you do matters? It just doesn't really matter, does it? We're all going to die in the end...
Seriously, why do I even bother chatting, all you ever do is just annoy me and waste my time. I could be doing something productive if you just leave me alone.
Look, maybe if you weren't so damn ugly I'd consider talking to you, but you're just not worth the effort. Now scurry off, before I really lose my patience.
If you want anything from me, you're gonna have to earn it.
Business and pleasure are kept far apart.
Nee BEH nee MEH ni kukaRYEku or nee boom BOOM.
A dunmer woman is a treasure to her people, a symbol of grace and refinement. She must look the part. Her words are as sharp as her knives, and she knows how to use both.
I'm so tired... I can't....
I could eat your heart and feel nothing, you know.
Uvirith's Grave? A terrible place.
Ugh, another pathetic outsider come to gawk at us Dunmer, I suppose? Well don't get any funny ideas, pretty boy. We're not some cheap floozy you can just waltz up to and chat up.
I suppose even a blind nix finds a scrib sometimes. What brings your sorry self to Morrowind, hmm?
I don't have time for your gawking, outlander. So unless you have something useful to say, kindly leave.
I've worked too hard to let some upstart thief ruin everything I've built. You'd do best to remember that
Kill yourself.
My fee is cheap, and my strider is warm and dry.
Ohhhh I don't feel so good.
I'm going to beat you to death. It's nothing personal.
You're cute. I might not sell you if you were a slave.
N'wah (repeated over and over again.)
You know, those elf-looking khajiit are cute. Is that bad?
Eggs. I need eggs! I need more eggs, eggboy! Eggs!
EGGS! I NEED EGGS! BRING ME EGGS! EGGS!
I'd love a pet nix-hound. But I'm allergic.
I hate these damn imperials.
Do you not comprehend the ancient secrets woven into the fabric of our reality?
My butt itches.
A Redoran is like a period. No, I will not elaborate.
House Redoran in honor and humility, sera.
You dare set foot in our sacred land?
Ignorant fetcher.
The Daedra lurk in every shadow.
By the three, my rites and duties.
Let the Netchiman's blessing be upon you
The Tribunal weeps at the depravity that lurks in every shadow
The Daedra whisper secrets in my ear, tempting me with forbidden pleasures.
I have seen visions of gates on the land, fire opening from the earth, the dragon killing its own children...
I can speak no more. Leave me... Please. Please.
I am but a humble old woman of a few hundred years. I know not what drives the Telvanni.
Neloth is an old bastard, and you can tell him I said it. Hmph!
(incomprehensible) lines
"Dunmeris" gibberiish lines
Spine. Spine for me to splay the joe drink all around the mass berdation town while I drink the whole jam jew for mass purtation trap. Jesus. You one for why I bleed the whole jam chase patreen? You one for why this is all for vann's burdation when I why for over een at all?
I am very racist.
The Tribunal's divine will binds us
Ayehm-seht-vehk... *OUTLANDER*!
We are the children of the sixth house and the tribe unmourned.
Dagoth Ur is the Awakened Lord of the Sixth House, come to cast down false gods, drive foreigners from the land, and restore the ancient glory of Morrowind. He bids you come to Red Mountain. For the friendship and honor that once you shared, he would grant you counsel and power, if only you would pledge that friendship anew. The path to Red Mountain is long, and filled with danger, but if you are worthy, you will find there wisdom, a firm friend, and all the power you need to set the world aright." Ilunibi shrine: "Ilunibi shrine is just a small, quiet retreat for Sixth House servants, a place to contemplate and grow strong and wise in Lord Dagoth's ways. Here we share the sacraments of flesh and blood, and dream the dreams of our Lord. This and other lesser shrines are hidden from prying eyes throughout the land. But the greatest shrines of Sixth House servants lie beneath Red Mountain, in the citadels of our Lord and his close kin.
afhshsh... Lord!! LORD! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!? WHERE ARE YOU? WHY CAN'T I HEAR YOU? ARE YOU LISTENING? HELP ME!!!
Drive the outlander dogs from morrowind.
All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the imperials ever done for us?
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot- (full verse included, yes the full song)
That's, that's enough music for now, lads
I love the empire. I WANT TO DESTROY OTHER CULTURES FOR MONEY.
Begone, foul creature! Return to your benighted homeland before I unleash the fury of the Daedra upon you
Have you tried the new bakery downtown? Their pastries are supposed to be excellent.
Could you repeat that? I didn't quite catch what you said. Sarcastic)
Some locals are saying the ash storms are getting worse near Gnisis (Nysis).
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't even sell an argonian to one of those... THINGS, if I'm being honest. Even beasts don't deserve that...
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't even sell an argonian to one of those... THINGS, if I'm being honest. Even beasts don't deserve that... (x2)
Nerevar, hear my cry. Our enemies are strong. They burn us with their fire. But though they move earth and sky against us, you bear the very mountains on your back, that we may strike our foes.
I hear your kin struggle under the yoke of Imperial taxation. Truly, they do not understand the value of a slave's labor. I am sorry. We would treat you better.
Your people's obsession with freedom is quaint, but misguided. In the end, all serve a master - whether gold, glory, or the whims of fate. Imperials are not honest. We are- and we are all slaves to fate.
I do pity the argonian, but they are beasts. Even if intelligent, they are beasts. There is simply an order to things. I would resent such a thing too, were I in there place - but we must all blame Lorkhan.
The idea of marriage as a union between equals is... amusing.
In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his wealth. In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his power. In my culture, a man's worth is measured by his honor.
My feet hurt.
Why do we have to live here? Why did Veloth curse us? Why? WHY? I HATE IT HERE!
I feel for those poor Nords captured by the slave traders. Such strong warriors, reduced to chattel. It's a shame their ferocity cannot protect them.
These imperials, always so eager to trade and make deals. They have no concept of honor or loyalty, only gold and power.
The Bosmer are foreigners, outlanders. They live in trees and eat nothing but meat. We have no forests here. Why don’t they go back where they came from? Bretons are outlanders, foreigners, Westerners. They don’t belong here. They should go back where they came from. Redguards are outlanders, foreigners, Westerners. They don’t belong here. They should go back where they came from. The Orcs are savage half-men that the Westerners call ‘human’. They should go back to their mountains in the West and leave us alone. The Emperor uses them as his soldiers, and they are indeed fierce warriors. The Khajiit are savage half-men of the southern deserts and jungles. They are ignorant and superstitious, but they are clever and dangerous. Our fathers used to keep them as slaves, but they are sneaky and untrustworthy. Argonians are the savage half-men of the southern marshes. Our peoples used to keep them as slaves, but they are useless. The settled people still keep them as slaves to grub in the soil. They are dirty and wicked, and we should drive them all back into the swamps they came from.
The Khajiit are cunning creatures, no doubt about it. I respect the beasts.
Poor slave girl, sold to pay her family's debts. Such is life.
These Imperial chains chafe my wrists, but they cannot bind my spirit. Freedom will come, mark my words.
Slavery is the way of Morrowind. We merely follow tradition, nothing more.
Whispers speak of a prophecy foretelling the downfall of the Emperor. Some claim it is already underway.
My sympathies to your family on the loss of their slave. He was... good.
I've heard the bosmer have some remarkable techniques for taming difficult beasts.
It's a shame the Empire doesn't recognize our culture. If only they understood the importance of owning property, living or not.
One day the argonians will take their vengeance, I am sure. Such is the way of things. Such is the way things are to be. We will endure.
Such is the way of things. Such is the way things are to be. We will endure.
The company's work is never done.
Real barenziah is damn pornography, and if I catch you with it- oh, nevermind!
I like nords. The way their eyes glimmer is almost intelligent.
May the Nerevarine one day free all slaves, both Dark Elf and outsider alike.
Even a lowly slave girl knows better than to venture unescorted into the wilderness
In the great houses of Mournhold, slaves are treated with respect and care.
Slavery is woven into the very fabric of our society.
These 'freedom fighters' who target slave traders never seem to grasp that their actions only make life harder for ordinary, innocent Dunmer.
Are you stupid? Baar Dau isn't going to fall, that's why Vivec FROZE IT!
In our culture, slavery is a mark of honor and humility.
Even Vivec is a slave. Outlanders should know that - you should see the Fields of Kummu. Learn humility.
I pity the Argonians. Bound to the hyst, destined to be a chattel race. We can give them honor and purpose, but even if they escape us, their masters are in their blood. It is a sad lot to be a lizard, damned with intelligence for the machinations of some tree.
I know the Argonians. They are as intelligent, clean and kind as any elf.
Okay, I'm a member of the Twin Lamps, but I still wouldn't leave a khajiit alone in my shop. It's not a beast-race thing, it applies to bosmer too!
Ah, your slave's eyes look tired today. She must be working too many hours.
There's this kind of imperial bird, I think it's called a duck, and you roast it, and serve it with this yellow sauce- butter, I think? Absolutely DIVINE.
I want a man with thin hips.
I think about dying so often it feels more like a memory.
Happy happy yay yay.
Our society may seem chaotic, but within it lies a delicate balance.
I don't care /WHO/ the empire sends, I'm not paying taxes!
Patrolling Vvardenfell almost makes you wish it were winter.
You eyeballin' me?
Our society thrives on intrigue and deception, yet we prize honesty above all else.
A Dunmer woman's true allure comes from her inner conviction.
Perhaps you could learn to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a well-crafted poison. Try bittergreen.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery or cheap trinkets. Prove your worth to me.
We are not offended by gifts of gold, unless they are too small.
Your ignorance is almost adorable, outlander.
"Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time."
Even Lord Vivec removed his fine clothes, laid them aside, and toiled the farmer's fields, acting like a beast of burden.
My beauty is not for public consumption.
It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness.
It is not to be thought that the life of daedra is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of oblivion.
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
My heart belongs to none, save perhaps the Tribunal gods themselves.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery.
Your gaze lingers too long, traveler.
I do not suffer fools gladly.
I prefer the company of women. They understand emotion, without needing to prove themselves.
A true noble is pure of heart as well as deed.
Leave the trivialities of politics to the men.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
This is a wondrous encounter. Welcome.
I sense the echoes of your ancestors in your very essence.
I'll never get those stains out!
Do you think I could get a tattoo?
What a fool to walk out here with only a dagger. He'll be killed any day now.
Dammit. Damn. Damn it all! Damn! "Damn". Dayumn. Hell. Oh, hell. Oh hell. Swit. Fetcher. Fetcher! Damn fetcher. Dammit, fetcher.
Cyrodilic fried chicken is to die for.
Have you heard of the sload?
I heard rumors of a new blight spreading in Gnisis (Kneesis)
I heard rumors of a new blight spreading in Gnisis (Nysis)
I heard the Cammonna Tong was devastated.
I heard the Cammonna Tong are thriving recently.
It's awfully hot today. I wish it would rain.
Hello. How are you doing today?
I'm not interested, low life. Get lost!
Get lost, fetcher!
Filthy lizard, filthy cat, filthy beast!
Who the hell does he think he is, coming in and asking questions like that?
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
Slavery is a sin. History will not remember us kindly. Know that.
Imperial Male Voicelines (Generic)
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Male Imperial
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
You little bastard, you're not supposed to be back here. Get lost!
You better watch your step, you little bastard. I'm not afraid to kick your ass.
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
What do you need? Speak.
You're still here? Shoo! Go on! Get!
That's rude. You shouldn't say that.
To curse is the mark of low wit, less creativity, and disrespect to your lords and fathers.
Oh MOTHERFUCKER!
I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Cywodil called 'Biggus Dickus'.
Keep chatting like that and I'll put you in your place. I don't care who you
are. You could be the emperor of Tamriel himself and I'd still put my
foot up your ass.
Stop staring, or you won't like what happens
You better watch your mouth or you'll find your head on a pike you little bastard!
Get the fuck outta here, you dirty bastard
By our lords and our ladies, we greet you with prudence.
-and I think it's one of those made up names, like Sillius Soddius or Biggus Dickus, you know-
Do you ever get the feeling that nothing you do matters? It just doesn't
really matter, does it? We're all going to die in the end...
Seriously, why do I even bother chatting, all you ever do is just annoy me and
waste my time. I could be doing something productive if you just leave
me alone.
The storm is coming. The storm came. The storm will come again.
Got to thinking what if I'm the Nerevarine, and I just don't know it yet?
Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll?
The young women here aren't bad to look at, but they're all frigid. And the old ones are hags.
By the emperor, my rites and duties.
In the summer, ash storms, and in the winter, sleet and smog!
Join the legion, see the world, get ash flakes in your arse.
I hate ash. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere.
I've served under a few dunmer in my time. Clever, strong fighters each one.
But when it comes to personal matters, they're as clumsy as an orc
pickpocket.
My brother's out patrolling the imperial city, and what do I get? Shipping duty.
These dunmer are useless./These argonians are useless. /These altmer are
useless. /Paws to yourself, khajiit. /Keep your stinking paws off me,
you damn dirty cat.
We don't tolerate strangers milling about.
And what brings you to this fine city today?
And what brings you to this damn city today?
The empire's reach is long... But mine is longer! Hahahahahaha!
I was told the women here were promiscuous. I was... misinformed.
Caius cosades? That old sugar tooth? He's useless, no matter what the old
guard says. (I'm not even going to try to double check this pronouncing,
I think it's right.)
My father swears caius is the greatest agent the emperor has ever had.
Have you heard of the troubles in Alinor?
By the nine. By the nine!
By the honor of the septims! By talos, this can't be happening! By the
gods, this can't be happening! By mara, this can't be happening! By
shor, this can't be happening!
Nord women have faces like butter, if you know what I mean.
I have to admit, dunmer women certainly have good hips... If only they'd shut the hell up.
I wish there were more women here.
The dark elves aren't nearly as accepting of male "friendships" as imperials. Hmmhf.
I don't care much for *human* women, much less rude elves.
What's that? What? Who's there? Who are you? What are you doing? What?! What. Where? Huh? Whuh? Huh?
[intense confusion] lines
This is not what I signed up for.
My recruiter lied to me.
It's a shame talos lived to see his empire dwindle to... This.
What are we doing here? - What are we even doing here?
The empire can always use more capable hands.
Spare a coin?
Another difficult mission, eh? But you handled it well enough.
Another successful mission, eh?
Cautious, my friend. Caution, my friend. Be cautious, friend. Be cautious, my friend.
By the emperor, the empire, the eight, and the one.
By the dragon and his sons.
A dunmer woman is like an ash storm. You walk the other direction.
When I got this assignment, I was told there'd be more gambling.
Don't talk to me, citizen.
Don't talk to me, citizen. (repeated)
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
I swear on Malacath's hairy knuckles, get away before I get the guards involved!
Look, maybe if you weren't so damn ugly I'd consider talking to you, but
you're just not worth the effort. Now scurry off, before I really lose
my patience.
If you want anything from me, you're gonna have to earn it.
Solstheim? A terrible place, from what I've heard. There's a boat from Khuul if you've any reason to go.
Uvirith's Grave? A terrible place.
I don't have time for your gawking, citizen. So unless you have something useful to say, kindly leave.
I've worked too hard to let some upstart thief ruin everything I've built. You'd do best to remember that
You should love yourself... NOW!
My fee is cheap, and my cart is warm and dry.
Ohhhh I don't feel so good.
I'm going to beat you to death. It's nothing personal.
You know, those elf-looking khajiit girls are cute. Is that bad?
You know, those khajiit boys are cute. Is that bad?
Eggs. I need eggs! I need more eggs, eggboy! Eggs!
EGGS! I NEED EGGS! BRING ME EGGS! EGGS!
I'd love a pet cat. But they're hard to find here.
I hate these damn elves.
Do you not comprehend the ancient secrets woven into the fabric of our reality?
My butt itches.
A Redoran is like a private rash. No, I will not elaborate.
Serve the emperor in honor and humility, sera.
You dare set foot here?
Ignorant bastard.
The Daedra lurk in every shadow.
By the nine, my rites and duties.
Errrrrr, let the Netchiman's blessing... be upon you?
Mara weeps at the depravity that lurks in every shadow
The Daedra whisper secrets in my ear, tempting me with forbidden pleasures.
I have seen visions of portals opening from within the earth, fire consuming the land, the time dragon eating it's own tail...
I can speak no more. Leave me... Please. Please.
Neloth is an old bastard, and you can tell him I said it. Hmph!
Spine. Spine for me to splay the joe drink all around the mass berdation town
while I drink the whole jam jew for mass purtation trap. Jesus. You one
for why I bleed the whole jam chase patreen? You one for why this is all
for vann's burdation when I why for over een at all?
I love all races.
Slavery is a sin, and history will not remember it kindly. Know that.
The divine's will binds us.
By the three, citizen.
Tribunal's blessing, citizen.
All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine,
public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public
health, what has the empire ever done for us?
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot...
There once was a hero named Ragnar the red, who came riding from whiterun to ole rorikstead...
Got to thinking. What if I'm a dragonborn, and I just don't know it yet?
That's, that's enough music for now, lads.
I love the empire. I WANT TO DESTROY OTHER CULTURES FOR MONEY.
Begone, foul creature!
Have you tried the new bakery downtown? Their pastries are supposed to be excellent.
Could you repeat that? I didn't quite catch what you said.
Some locals are saying the ash storms are getting worse near Gnisis (Nysis.)
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? By the gods, how horrible!
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't sell a dog to those things, much less a person.
My feet hurt.
Why do we have to station here? Why did I enlist? Why? WHY? I HATE IT HERE!
I feel for those poor Nords captured by the slave traders. Such strong warriors, reduced to chattel.
These Hlaalu, always so eager to trade and make deals. They have no concept of honor or loyalty, only gold and power.
The Khajiit are cunning creatures, no doubt about it.
Poor slave girl.
The company's work is never done.
I know the Argonians. They are as intelligent, clean and kind as any man.
Okay, I'm a member of the Twin Lamps, but I still wouldn't leave a khajiit
alone in my shop. It's not a beast-race thing, it applies to bosmer too!
Ah, your slave's eyes look tired today. She must be working too many hours.
There's this kind of dark elf cheese, I think it's called scuttle, and you fry it, and serve it with butter? Absolutely DIVINE.
Was nobody going to tell me scuttle is actually bug flesh? Disgusting.
I think about dying so often it feels more like a memory.
Our society is based on honor and order.
Hello, hows it going? Hey, how's it going? Hey man. Hello. Hi.
I don't care /WHO/ the empire sends, I'm not enlisting!
Patrolling Vvardenfell almost makes you wish it were winter.
You eyeballin' me?
Perhaps you could learn to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a well-crafted poison.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery or cheap trinkets. Prove your worth to me.
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
Keep your eyeball off me unless you want a boot in it.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery.
Your gaze lingers too long, traveler.
I do not suffer fools gladly.
The empire is crumbling, i tell you...
I prefer the company of men. They understand how to talk honestly.
A true noble is pure of heart as well as deed.
Leave the trivialities of politics to the nobles.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
This is a wondrous encounter. Welcome.
Another day, another septim.
The tribunal has losts it's teeth. It's like they don't even care about their people anymore.
We're all just pawns in a game, aren't we?
No. There is no hope for us
I wish I could do something. But I'm too old and tired. / I wish I could
do something. But I'm too young to be taken seriously. / I wish I could
do something. But I'm almost old enough to be promoted
Life here isn't boring, that's for sure.
What can I do for you, my friend?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself?
Whole world's gone mad.
Don't even think of starting any trouble.
That silver tongue of yours must be working overtime.
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Male Imperial
Do I have to do everything my damn self?
You little bastard, you're not supposed to be back here. Get lost!
You better watch your step, you little bastard. I'm not afraid to kick your ass.
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
What do you need? Speak.
You're still here? Shoo! Go on! Get!
That's rude. You shouldn't say that.
To curse is the mark of low wit, less creativity, and disrespect to your lords and fathers.
Oh MOTHERFUCKER!
I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Cywodil called 'Biggus Dickus'.
Keep chatting like that and I'll put you in your place. I don't care who you
are. You could be the emperor of Tamriel himself and I'd still put my
foot up your ass.
Stop staring, or you won't like what happens
You better watch your mouth or you'll find your head on a pike you little bastard!
Get the fuck outta here, you dirty bastard
By our lords and our ladies, we greet you with prudence.
-and I think it's one of those made up names, like Sillius Soddius or Biggus Dickus, you know-
Do you ever get the feeling that nothing you do matters? It just doesn't
really matter, does it? We're all going to die in the end...
Seriously, why do I even bother chatting, all you ever do is just annoy me and
waste my time. I could be doing something productive if you just leave
me alone.
The storm is coming. The storm came. The storm will come again.
Got to thinking what if I'm the Nerevarine, and I just don't know it yet?
Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll?
The young women here aren't bad to look at, but they're all frigid. And the old ones are hags.
By the emperor, my rites and duties.
In the summer, ash storms, and in the winter, sleet and smog!
Join the legion, see the world, get ash flakes in your arse.
I hate ash. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it gets everywhere.
I've served under a few dunmer in my time. Clever, strong fighters each one.
But when it comes to personal matters, they're as clumsy as an orc
pickpocket.
My brother's out patrolling the imperial city, and what do I get? Shipping duty.
These dunmer are useless./These argonians are useless. /These altmer are
useless. /Paws to yourself, khajiit. /Keep your stinking paws off me,
you damn dirty cat.
We don't tolerate strangers milling about.
And what brings you to this fine city today?
And what brings you to this damn city today?
The empire's reach is long... But mine is longer! Hahahahahaha!
I was told the women here were promiscuous. I was... misinformed.
Caius cosades? That old sugar tooth? He's useless, no matter what the old
guard says. (I'm not even going to try to double check this pronouncing,
I think it's right.)
My father swears caius is the greatest agent the emperor has ever had.
Have you heard of the troubles in Alinor?
By the nine. By the nine!
By the honor of the septims! By talos, this can't be happening! By the
gods, this can't be happening! By mara, this can't be happening! By
shor, this can't be happening!
Nord women have faces like butter, if you know what I mean.
I have to admit, dunmer women certainly have good hips... If only they'd shut the hell up.
I wish there were more women here.
The dark elves aren't nearly as accepting of male "friendships" as imperials. Hmmhf.
I don't care much for *human* women, much less rude elves.
What's that? What? Who's there? Who are you? What are you doing? What?! What. Where? Huh? Whuh? Huh?
[intense confusion] lines
This is not what I signed up for.
My recruiter lied to me.
It's a shame talos lived to see his empire dwindle to... This.
What are we doing here? - What are we even doing here?
The empire can always use more capable hands.
Spare a coin?
Another difficult mission, eh? But you handled it well enough.
Another successful mission, eh?
Cautious, my friend. Caution, my friend. Be cautious, friend. Be cautious, my friend.
By the emperor, the empire, the eight, and the one.
By the dragon and his sons.
A dunmer woman is like an ash storm. You walk the other direction.
When I got this assignment, I was told there'd be more gambling.
Don't talk to me, citizen.
Don't talk to me, citizen. (repeated)
I'm not in the mood for games, got it? Come on already, spit it out. You've been here for a while.
I swear on Malacath's hairy knuckles, get away before I get the guards involved!
Look, maybe if you weren't so damn ugly I'd consider talking to you, but
you're just not worth the effort. Now scurry off, before I really lose
my patience.
If you want anything from me, you're gonna have to earn it.
Solstheim? A terrible place, from what I've heard. There's a boat from Khuul if you've any reason to go.
Uvirith's Grave? A terrible place.
I don't have time for your gawking, citizen. So unless you have something useful to say, kindly leave.
I've worked too hard to let some upstart thief ruin everything I've built. You'd do best to remember that
You should love yourself... NOW!
My fee is cheap, and my cart is warm and dry.
Ohhhh I don't feel so good.
I'm going to beat you to death. It's nothing personal.
You know, those elf-looking khajiit girls are cute. Is that bad?
You know, those khajiit boys are cute. Is that bad?
Eggs. I need eggs! I need more eggs, eggboy! Eggs!
EGGS! I NEED EGGS! BRING ME EGGS! EGGS!
I'd love a pet cat. But they're hard to find here.
I hate these damn elves.
Do you not comprehend the ancient secrets woven into the fabric of our reality?
My butt itches.
A Redoran is like a private rash. No, I will not elaborate.
Serve the emperor in honor and humility, sera.
You dare set foot here?
Ignorant bastard.
The Daedra lurk in every shadow.
By the nine, my rites and duties.
Errrrrr, let the Netchiman's blessing... be upon you?
Mara weeps at the depravity that lurks in every shadow
The Daedra whisper secrets in my ear, tempting me with forbidden pleasures.
I have seen visions of portals opening from within the earth, fire consuming the land, the time dragon eating it's own tail...
I can speak no more. Leave me... Please. Please.
Neloth is an old bastard, and you can tell him I said it. Hmph!
Spine. Spine for me to splay the joe drink all around the mass berdation town
while I drink the whole jam jew for mass purtation trap. Jesus. You one
for why I bleed the whole jam chase patreen? You one for why this is all
for vann's burdation when I why for over een at all?
I love all races.
Slavery is a sin, and history will not remember it kindly. Know that.
The divine's will binds us.
By the three, citizen.
Tribunal's blessing, citizen.
All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine,
public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public
health, what has the empire ever done for us?
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot...
There once was a hero named Ragnar the red, who came riding from whiterun to ole rorikstead...
Got to thinking. What if I'm a dragonborn, and I just don't know it yet?
That's, that's enough music for now, lads.
I love the empire. I WANT TO DESTROY OTHER CULTURES FOR MONEY.
Begone, foul creature!
Have you tried the new bakery downtown? Their pastries are supposed to be excellent.
Could you repeat that? I didn't quite catch what you said.
Some locals are saying the ash storms are getting worse near Gnisis (Nysis.)
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? By the gods, how horrible!
Have you seen the sload slavers in Molag Mar? I wouldn't sell a dog to those things, much less a person.
My feet hurt.
Why do we have to station here? Why did I enlist? Why? WHY? I HATE IT HERE!
I feel for those poor Nords captured by the slave traders. Such strong warriors, reduced to chattel.
These Hlaalu, always so eager to trade and make deals. They have no concept of honor or loyalty, only gold and power.
The Khajiit are cunning creatures, no doubt about it.
Poor slave girl.
The company's work is never done.
I know the Argonians. They are as intelligent, clean and kind as any man.
Okay, I'm a member of the Twin Lamps, but I still wouldn't leave a khajiit
alone in my shop. It's not a beast-race thing, it applies to bosmer too!
Ah, your slave's eyes look tired today. She must be working too many hours.
There's this kind of dark elf cheese, I think it's called scuttle, and you fry it, and serve it with butter? Absolutely DIVINE.
Was nobody going to tell me scuttle is actually bug flesh? Disgusting.
I think about dying so often it feels more like a memory.
Our society is based on honor and order.
Hello, hows it going? Hey, how's it going? Hey man. Hello. Hi.
I don't care /WHO/ the empire sends, I'm not enlisting!
Patrolling Vvardenfell almost makes you wish it were winter.
You eyeballin' me?
Perhaps you could learn to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a well-crafted poison.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery or cheap trinkets. Prove your worth to me.
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
Keep your eyeball off me unless you want a boot in it.
I will not be swayed by empty flattery.
Your gaze lingers too long, traveler.
I do not suffer fools gladly.
The empire is crumbling, i tell you...
I prefer the company of men. They understand how to talk honestly.
A true noble is pure of heart as well as deed.
Leave the trivialities of politics to the nobles.
I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
This is a wondrous encounter. Welcome.
Another day, another septim.
The tribunal has losts it's teeth. It's like they don't even care about their people anymore.
We're all just pawns in a game, aren't we?
No. There is no hope for us
I wish I could do something. But I'm too old and tired. / I wish I could
do something. But I'm too young to be taken seriously. / I wish I could
do something. But I'm almost old enough to be promoted
Life here isn't boring, that's for sure.
What can I do for you, my friend?
Why don't you go and fuck yourself?
Whole world's gone mad.
Don't even think of starting any trouble.
That silver tongue of yours must be working overtime.
Cosades Voicelines
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Caius
I'm just a humble old sugartooth. You needn't concern yourself with me.
Oh, how I ache... Need more skooma... COUFHHFHFHFHFH
Everything hurts... It aches...
Got any sugar...?
Spare a coin for a humble old beggar?
Who's there...? Wha...?
You said you're to report to me? Very well. Let's drop the act.
What's this? You're to report to me? Very well.
Well, if you did want to bring any moon sugar, it would certainly be useful. Up to you.
I'm sorry for what's going to happen.
I'm sorry for what's going to happen. To you. To the empire.
Useful to have a supposed prophet in our back pocket, isn't it?
Another night. Another dagger in the dark.
Anything to report?
Greetings, <high elf, bosmer, orsimer, sera, sand-strider, swamp-strider, kinsman> or should I call you Nerevar?
We followed this prophecy for politics... Or so I assumed. Now I wonder how much Sly Uri really knows...
Never underestimate Uncle Uriel... Er, the emperor, I mean.
I don't know if it's fitting to call you Nerevarine. But I'll miss you, friend.
We ask questions, and make sure none are asked of us.
Eyes up here, private.
My duties as a blade agent keep me fairly busy, despite appearances.
You have something for me? Or is this just a social call?
It's a strange time we live in, isn't it?
You're looking a bit rough. Have you been taking care of yourself?
You're not sick, are you?
Ah, there you are. I've got some work for you.
I prefer to keep my head clear and my eyes open. But you never know who's watching you...
I'm just a humble old sugartooth. You needn't concern yourself with me.
Oh, how I ache... Need more skooma... COUFHHFHFHFHFH
Everything hurts... It aches...
Got any sugar...?
Spare a coin for a humble old beggar?
Who's there...? Wha...?
You said you're to report to me? Very well. Let's drop the act.
What's this? You're to report to me? Very well.
Well, if you did want to bring any moon sugar, it would certainly be useful. Up to you.
I'm sorry for what's going to happen.
I'm sorry for what's going to happen. To you. To the empire.
Useful to have a supposed prophet in our back pocket, isn't it?
Another night. Another dagger in the dark.
Anything to report?
Greetings, <high elf, bosmer, orsimer, sera, sand-strider, swamp-strider, kinsman> or should I call you Nerevar?
We followed this prophecy for politics... Or so I assumed. Now I wonder how much Sly Uri really knows...
Never underestimate Uncle Uriel... Er, the emperor, I mean.
I don't know if it's fitting to call you Nerevarine. But I'll miss you, friend.
We ask questions, and make sure none are asked of us.
Eyes up here, private.
My duties as a blade agent keep me fairly busy, despite appearances.
You have something for me? Or is this just a social call?
It's a strange time we live in, isn't it?
You're looking a bit rough. Have you been taking care of yourself?
You're not sick, are you?
Ah, there you are. I've got some work for you.
I prefer to keep my head clear and my eyes open. But you never know who's watching you...
Crassius Voicelines
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Crassius
Ah, another specimen to add to my collection!
Come give daddy a kiss.
Oh, I've seen it all before, darling. But there's always room for one more.
Aren't you just the prettiest thing?
Your body is a work of art, my dear.
Deliciously depraved!
Delicious.
I do hope you're ready to fulfill your purpose...
I can hardly contain myself around you, dear.
Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers? So you are,
my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Fear not. You are safe here with me. Cleaning, eh? I have something for
you. Here, polish my spear. Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
My dumpling. Fear not. You are safe here with me. I have something for you. Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time. (Repeated. Incessantly.)
Ah, another specimen to add to my collection!
Come give daddy a kiss.
Oh, I've seen it all before, darling. But there's always room for one more.
Aren't you just the prettiest thing?
Your body is a work of art, my dear.
Deliciously depraved!
Delicious.
I do hope you're ready to fulfill your purpose...
I can hardly contain myself around you, dear.
Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers? So you are,
my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Fear not. You are safe here with me. Cleaning, eh? I have something for
you. Here, polish my spear. Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
My dumpling. Fear not. You are safe here with me. I have something for you. Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time. (Repeated. Incessantly.)
The perspective of the voicelines for the dunmer females is entirely random - commoners, tribunal priests, Telvanni magisters, Cammona Tong agents. The imperial males are MOSTLY written with generic guards in line, but some break this mold. The Caius and Curio voicelines are both entirely in character, except for a few joke voicelines. They're mostly designed to be generic idle barks, but really, I just sat down and wrote whatever I could think of, citing basically anything, quoting fiction, the game, memes, popular culture, my own headcanon, lore, etc. Trigger warnings include cursing (australian), sexism (mild), racism (fictionalized) and humor (bad)
The lore comes from a mix of official sources, real life, fiction, my own headcanon, fan canon, medieval/bronze age history, etc. I also used chaoticshiny , a world building tool from the 2010s, and similar randomness, as well as repeating some in game lines and dialog.
Again, this does nothing if you put it into your game files. It's just mp3 files. It exists for a more ambitious modder to curate the voicelines they like and then add them into the game, MWSE or otherwise, or as a repository while I learn how I might do that.
These files are provided with all the same limitations that apply to me (??), with an additional stipulation asking that you make any files utilizing my own share my same open permissions for other users, which is the only condition I'll enforce. This is mostly a writing project I'm doing for fun while my job is slow, so please let me know anything you do with this resource, as I'd love to use it.