It is now clear to me that the only way to stop the Oblivion invasion is to relight the Dragonfires. Emperor, Amulet, and Dragonfire--with these divine gifts, the daedra of Oblivion have been kept at bay for thousands of years. While the Dragonfires burned, the divine barriers kept the daedra from making more than fleeting visits to our world. But the Dragonfires can only be relit by an heir of the Septim blood wielding the Amulet of Kings. This was the essence of Mankar Camoran's plot. He was undone only by the merest... chance... but his complete victory remains perilously close. We must recover the Amulet of Kings and relight the Dragonfires, before it is too late to stem Dagon's invasion.

Gal bursten it....

So I've heard.

Oh. It's YOU.

Good day sir, and welcome to Chorrol. You're under the watchful eye of the Chorrol Guard, so don't you worry. We keep the peace, and keep it nice.

Well met adventurer. A moment of your time, please?

I'm Krognak gro-Brok, landsman, and I don't much care who you are.

I hear there´s a new ship moored up at the waterfront. The Marie Elena... It´s a galleon, I think

So I've heard.

"Then you should run along. Fly, fly! Take off, now. Scat! Make tracks. Get going. Run for your life. And have a nice day!"

I don´t like these itchy clothes but I have to wear them or it frightens the fish

You are stupid if you want to chatter. If you want to traaaain, and you pay me, thennnn that is not ssso ssstupid.

"Yeah. Buy a goddam book. It's a bookstore, ain't it? Don't just go peeking at them! Buy one! I'm Bugak gro-Bol, and I say you better buy a goddam book. And right away, dammit!"

I give up! I have no choice!

Oh, it's you...

I´m so happy to see you, I could burst!

I don't have much of a sense of humor, so if this is a joke, I'm not amused. Come back when you have the money.

"I have no time for your pathetic attempts at small talk. Now walk away, before I get... nasty."

(Welcome, new member, to Chorrol. We accept tribute in pounds of flesh )

Ha! You move like a pregnant cow!

(That sounds awesome and my curiosity's piqued; I'm gonna look up Wallace and all other unused NPCs right now)

I don't believe I asked for your opinion on this matter. I am done speaking with you. Please leave my estate.

[He was supposed to be part of the DB quest in Chorrol. Ah, found it: http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Category:Oblivion-NPCs-Not_In_Game Not sure I've checked through all of those myself, actually...]

HELP! HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED!

[Ah, looking at his profile over at UESP, I remember him now. Yeah, he was supposed to do something in that DB quest. A shame, too. He sounded like he had quite the personality on him.]

HELP! HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED!

I've heard others say the same.

Ask me what I think about chapels, praying, the Nine Divines. Go ahead, ask me.

I've served the Nine all my days, and I chart my course by the cycles of the heavens. The skies are marked with numberless sparks, each a fire, and every one a sign. I know these stars well, and I wonder... which sign marked your birth?

The gods don't do a damn thing. Do they even exist? How could anyone tell?


(ha ha Bethesda can't rid of our "spammy" NPC conversations here, right? )

Perhaps the Gods have placed you here so that we may meet. As for what you have done... it does not matter. That is not what you will be remembered for.

What's the news from the other parts of Tamriel?

They say that Skyrim is under siege! The daedra lay waste to the old holds, and there is little to do to stop it!

NOOOOOOO!

No. You didn't know. It was my fault. But now you know everything. And you helped me, and I won't forget.

If you're looking for trouble, you're getting warm.

Huh...?



Must have been the wind...

Everyone's making fun of me because I fell for the siren's charms, well now I have the last laugh!

I don´t mind the count and his son. The rest of the town is a little bit rough, but that´s ok. I like it that way

It's all right. The Guild here, that is. That's what you meant, right? It's fine. I'm doing fine here.

Say what you're going ... to say.

THIEF!

*growls*

YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE, MORTAL. YOUR BLOOD IS FORFEIT! YOUR FLESH IS MINE...

You what? You want to be a combatant? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Look at you! My granny could beat you, and she's dead!

I won't fight you!

You what? You want to be a combatant? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Look at you! My granny could beat you, and she's dead!

"Come on! Run while there's still time! The Guard still holds the road, but it's only a matter of time before they're overwhelmed!"

What are you asking me for? Do I look like Vile's dog or something? Go on. Knit a doily or play a flute or something.

"Well, ain't you the high-tom-titty? You want something, I guess, or you wouldn't be messing up my air."

(This quote is my favorite out of all the NPC dialogue, guess who said it)

"Well, ain't you the high-tom-titty? You want something, I guess, or you wouldn't be messing up my air."

(This quote is my favorite out of all the NPC dialogue, guess who said it)