Game: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Page 4

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, the machinations of evil cut short, you ever gave in his oath!
And enemies a lot of trouble hear the cry of victory, the Dragonborn support us in battle!
O you, sons of snow, a tale of the distant past you hear about that knight!
Who and the serpent, and the races of man had relatives, with a power to whom, as to rival the sun!
Voice armed, to the field of glory was he, when Tamriel burned war!
The power of the mind to enemies with sword in hand, all h, Dragonborn power so sonorous!
Dovahkiin Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin Fah hin kogaan mu draal
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah
Do ved viing ko fin krah
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein
Alduin feyn do jun [bad word] vokun staadnau
voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein!

But, in the hour of trouble came to us Languages
Ready to rumble and the spirit strong.
Their song of the Dragon prophesied death,
Thu'um, that shakes the firmament!
Killed Alduin, praise Tongues.
Them glory and honor will sing through the ages!
And our grandchildren will hear in a dream,
As the great dragon was defeated.

Strive for the truth. Observe the law. When in doubt, seek wisdom from the wise.

Honor - the excuse of a coward.

- Of all my believers, but two remain. Tell me the last, what shall you prove your existence?
Without hesitation I drew forth my blade, and plunged it into the chest that stood beside me, and without fear replied:
- Ask him whose blood now sprouts from my blade if I exist.
- Tell me, now-last of my followers, Wherefore do you remain where the others do not?
- I am alive because that one is dead. I exist because I have the will to do so. And I'll stay until there are signs of my handwork, such as the blood dripping from this blade.

Honesty adorns the man, but can't stay away from the decisions.

Skyrim is harsh - it will quickly highlight each his true face.

Stay tuned. Sooner or later it will pay off.

Darkness falls dead silence.

At the top of the sky, inside voice.
Sky above, Voice within.

The Khajiit hail from a distant land called Elsweyr, and bounded on the North by Cyrodiil and the South by the gentle blue sea. Elsweyr - arid country of deserts and rocky canyons, where the sun always shines. There are ancient cities that the Sands have swallowed them whole. But I will not say anything, because my homesickness is great.

No, well be sure to come and distract? I'm busy doing the fish stick. Then you need thin state of mind!

My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. And your smile to you?

If you can't sleep - don't sleep. Sleep is for the weak.