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"Fine! Fine! I'll tell you! Just please! Please don't turn me into an abomination!" the Colored Priestess cried out.

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The fireball exploded at the Orc's feet, causing him fly into the air.

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"When Imperial campaign in Whiterun Hold is over," the guard said to Sasha.

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"Sure, sweetie. For only fifty coins, I'll be whatever you want," the wench said, kissing Felrion on the cheek and gently putting her hand on the other.

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"My name's Larisa. And no, lying was the only way to let the Forsworn, Imperials and anyone else do the dirty work for us. And look, they did it just fine," Rostei lied, "And no, I can not use a sword."

(You see a trend here. Also, Sorin nor Imry are not able to figure out that she's lying.)

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When Ariana finished the bloodletting and calmed down, it was revealed that the archers were not killed and all but five cavalrymen died.

(What happened to being fazed after using the Daedric power)

Centurion Alliser Rye was standing on top of the walls of Blackmoor.

(Imagine Alliser having the most badass Scottish accent.)

"Ready the catapults!"

"Yes, centurion sir!" the soldiers replied, loading up the catapults.

One of the soldiers messed up, causing a tank of gas to fall over crack.

Alliser looked at the mess-up and said, "Do you want to fuckin' die tonight?!"

"No, centurion!"

"Than don't fuck up!"

"Yes, centurion!"

"Now, ready the catapults and fire!"

The catapults fired at the ever progressing Stormcloak army seen in the distance.