*Uleni bursts violently at Illydoor's post*
AND THE WORLD SHALL QUIVER AT OUR FOOTSTEPS.
THE CORE OF NIRN'S FOUNDATIONS SHALL QUAKE.
UNCONQUERABLE EVEN BY DEATH,
BY OUR HANDS, HISTORY ITSELF SHALL BE MADE.
WE ARE THE SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF CHORROL,
AND BY THE GRACE OF THE OAK,
MOLAG BAL SHALL BE PUT TO THE SWORD,
AND HE SHALL FALL,
LIKE THE REST.
AND THE WORLD SHALL QUIVER AT OUR FOOTSTEPS!!
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I wanna slap people and tell them I love them
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