Game: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Page 3

A fair wind and a calm sea!

If you love the sea, that's all.

Everything is for sale, my friend. All. Had used my sister's at the moment would it was sold.

The strongest swords are forged in the heat of battle.

Those who are trying to hasten the end may delay it. Those who want to delay the end may bring.

When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world,
When the brass Tower walks and time is reshaped,
When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles,
When the Dragonborn ruler loses his throne and the White Tower falls,
When the Snow Tower will come split, Bascarsija and bloodshed,
The World-eater wakes and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.

I remember you now, you're fairly new at Companions. You drink they are?

Your faith is not important. The tree does not think about the sun's rays that carry heat. Comes the dawn of a new day. Master the Radiance of dawn and work together for the glory.

What you will learn here will help you throughout life. And even several lives, if you have the talent.

- What is the music of life?
- Silence, my brother.

In "Mortar and pestle" - there is a cure for all diseases...., from ataxia to liquefy the brain! Let me know if you pick up heunec!

For the youth we drink, the old days our honor,
For the age of aggression is just about done.
Beat Brothers of the Storm, our land back,
To protect the native land, we are day by day.
Fuck you, Ulfric, the dashing traitor!
As you go up, so we will have a feast.
We largely of Nord children, the battle to us like a mother,
We Sovngarde is bright, everyone is glad to give his life.
But before we clean their Motherland.
We will not give up our hopes of a crow.

For the youth we drink, the old days our honor,
For the age of oppression is just about done.
Will drive out the Empire from this land that we will refund
To protect the native land, we are day by day.
Honor to you, Ulfric! By right, the throne is yours!
Here in your great honor we drink and we sing.
We largely of Nord children, the battle to us like a mother.
We Sovngarde is bright, everyone is glad to give his life.
But before we clean their Motherland.
We will not give up our hopes of a crow.

There was Ragnar the Red, a hero he was reputed to be, once he is in Whiterun for a while has arrived.
He had courage, puffed up, rattling a sword, boasting that his enemy, everyone is uneasy!
But suddenly Ragnar the Red as the buttercups drooped, he heard Matilda's mocking cry...
"What is blessed and you lie and you drink all our honey?! We've had enough, get ready - you're going to die!"
The clang of steel on steel rang continually, and Matilda fighting spirit ablaze!
And stopped ever since Ragnar was boastful speech...
How flew his red head from his shoulders!