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Demon hunter: I am a demon hunter, fueled by hatred and discipline. I would like to personalise my armor to reflect my profession.
Peddler: I think this baby blue will suit you. We also have tan, but it looks pretty crappy.
Demon hunter: …
Demon hunter: That’s all you’ve got?
Demon hunter: I AM A DEMON HUNTER, FUELED BY HATRED AND DISCIPLINE!!!! ALL YOU HAVE FOR MY ARMOR IS BABY BLUE AND CRAP TAN?!!
Peddler: What I have is what you see. Do you want it, or not?
Demon hunter: …
Demon hunter: …
Demon hunter: So, the tan is crappy, eh? I’ll take five Baby Blue dyes.

Does Tsun have a brother called Dere? Huge this guy is, and like Yoda he speaks.

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Afterwards.
Wizard: …If that is justice, I shall be unjust.
Vilkas: Why do we go around slaying dragons, only to spare just one?
Wizard: Because he’s Paarthurnax. Without his help, the Greybeards would not have agreed to this conference, and there would not be a ceasefire. Man and Mer both owe him. Moreover, he no longer pledges allegience to Alduin; I refuse to betray him.
Vilkas: …
Wizard: Why are you smiling? This hardly seems like the occasion to be happy.
Vilkas: I’m smiling because the foundations of glory is based on honour and loyalty. That is what it means to be a Nord. No matter what you say, you are a Nord at heart.
Wizard: You know, I don’t think I can argue with that anymore.

(Source: tsuchi6)

The toughest thing at the negotiation table, aside from getting the Imperials and Stormcloaks to stop arguing, was trying not to laugh at Galmar Stonefist’s outfit. (I think it’s the ears.)

Zangarmarsh… I mean, Aftand.

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(Source: tetsuhai, via nepenthes59)

Vilkas: /runs to the Wizard Now seems like the perfect time to let you know something.
Wizard: What is it?
Vilkas: Well, ever since you’ve helped me be rid of my lycanthropy, even though I can no longer smell your heartbeat, my head is no longer clouded with bloodlust.
Wizard: You know that I have done the same to help Farkas, and would have done so for Aela if she had so chosen.
Vilkas: Indeed, I do. You are a reliable person. So, I can now tell you - and only you - this with much more certainty and clarity than I could ever have.
Wizard: M-Me? I’m listening, love.
Vilkas: We are being ambushed by Falmers.
Wizard: …
Vilkas: By Ysmir! Your ears are drooping! What have they done to you?
Falmer 1: Skree! (TR: This is going to be good!)
Falmer 2: Skree? (TR: Are the above-dwellers all such dumbasses, or just those two?)

elisebrown:

by Tara Niami

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