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Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.
Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me – we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Shut up back there!
And what’s wrong with him, huh?
Watch your tongue. You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.
Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they’ve captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?
I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.
No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.
Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Why do you care?
A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.
Rorikstead. I’m… I’m from Rorikstead.
General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
Good. Let’s get this over with.
Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.
Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny… when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
You need to go inside, little cub.
Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Inside the house. Now.
Yes, papa.
Whoa!
Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!
Why are we stopping?
Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.
No! Wait! We’re not rebels!
Face your death with some courage, thief.
You’ve got to tell them! We weren’t with you! This is a mistake!
Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.
Empire loves their damn lists.
Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.
It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!
Ralof of Riverwood.
Lokir of Rorikstead.
No, I’m not a rebel. You can’t do this!
Halt!
You’re not going to kill me!
Archers!
Anyone else feel like running?
Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?
Captain. What should we do? He’s not on the list.
Forget the list. He goes to the block.
By your orders, Captain.
Follow the Captain, prisoner.
Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn’t use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.
(muffled grunts)
You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.
What was that?
It’s nothing. Carry on.
Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.
As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved…
For the love of Talos, shut up and let’s get this over with.
As you wish.
Come on, I haven’t got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?
You Imperial bastards!
As fearless in death as he was in life.
Next, the weeb!
Dragon!
Guards! Get the townspeople to safety!
Hey, prisoner! Get up! Come on, the gods won’t be waiting for us!

Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.
Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me – we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.
We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Shut up back there!
And what’s wrong with him, huh?
Watch your tongue. You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.
Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if they’ve captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?
I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.
No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.
Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?
Why do you care?
A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.
Rorikstead. I’m… I’m from Rorikstead.
General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!
Good. Let’s get this over with.
Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.
Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny… when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.
Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
You need to go inside, little cub.
Why? I want to watch the soldiers.
Inside the house. Now.
Yes, papa.
Whoa!
Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!
Why are we stopping?
Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.
No! Wait! We’re not rebels!
Face your death with some courage, thief.
You’ve got to tell them! We weren’t with you! This is a mistake!
Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.
Empire loves their damn lists.
Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.
It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!
Ralof of Riverwood.
Lokir of Rorikstead.
No, I’m not a rebel. You can’t do this!
Halt!
You’re not going to kill me!
Archers!
Anyone else feel like running?
Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?
Captain. What should we do? He’s not on the list.
Forget the list. He goes to the block.
By your orders, Captain.
Follow the Captain, prisoner.
Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn’t use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.
(muffled grunts)
You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.
What was that?
It’s nothing. Carry on.
Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.
As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved…
For the love of Talos, shut up and let’s get this over with.
As you wish.
Come on, I haven’t got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?
You Imperial bastards!
As fearless in death as he was in life.
Next, the weeb!
Dragon!
Guards! Get the townspeople to safety!
Hey, prisoner! Get up! Come on, the gods won’t be waiting for us!

ascend with gorb

hmmmmmm

SHAW

we did it, never kill yourselves boys

can't sex libra but it's still fine I guess

this is the furthest the french can ever get to forgiveness

was staring at the screen for half an hour after finishing this game even tho I had to piss and almost died

absolute cinema

CHEESE FOR EVERYONE

never kill yourself boys

a hoonter must hoont

can't have sex with the turrets but at least glados made a yo mama joke which was funny so I guess it's somewhat playable