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“Through here. Let’s go!”

Inside the Keep:

“We’ll meet again in Sovngarde, brother.”
“Looks like we’re the only ones who made it. That thing was a dragon. No doubt. Just like the children stories and the legends. The harbingers of the End Times. We should keep moving. Come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off.”
“There you go. You might as well take Gunjar’s gear. He won’t be needing it anymore.”

After equipping Gunjar’s gear:

“Alright, get that armor on and give that axe a few swings. I’m going to see if I can find some way out of here. This one’s locked. Let’s see about that gate.”
“Damn. No way to open this from our side.”

After defeating the Imperials:

“Maybe one of these Imperials had the key.”

After taking the key:

“Did you find the key? See if it unlocks that door.”
“That’s it! Come on, let’s get out of here before the dragon brings the whole tower down on our heads.”

Dragon roars while a wall collapses:

“Look out!”
“Damn, that dragon doesn’t give up easy.”

After clearing the storage rooms of Imperials:

“A storeroom. See if you can find potions. We’ll need them.”
“Done? Let’s get moving.”

Approaching the torture room:

“Troll’s blood! It’s a torture room.”

“Wait a second. Looks like there’s something in this cage. It’s locked. See if you can get it open with some picks. We might need that gold once we get out.”
“Grab anything useful and let’s go.”

After fighting through to the tunnels:

“No going back that way, now. Better push on. The rest of them will have to find another way out.”

When following the stream:

“Hmm. That doesn’t go anywhere. I guess we better try this way.”

After killing the spiders:

“I hate those damn things. Too many eyes, you know?”

When approaching the bear:

“Hold up. There’s a bear just ahead. See her? I’d rather not tangle with her right now. We might be able to sneak by. Just take it nice and slow, and watch where you step. Or if you’re feeling lucky, you can take this bow. Might take her by surprise. Go ahead. I’ll follow your lead and watch your back.”
“Whew. That was close. (Or “Sneaking is overrated, eh?”)“

Near the exit:

“That looks like the way out! I knew we’d make it!”

After escaping Helgen:

“Wait! There he goes. Looks like he’s gone for good this time. No way to know if anyone else made it out alive. But this place is going to be swarming with Imperials soon enough. We better clear out of here. My sister Gerdur runs the mill in Riverwood, just up the road. I’m sure she’d help you out. It’s probably best if we split up. Good luck. I wouldn’t have made it without your help today.”

If approached again:

“Break our men out and head to the courtyard. We’ll meet you there.”

After clearing the Fort:

“Great work! Get back and report our success. I’ll stay here and clean up the mess. Glad you were here. Couldn’t have done it without you!”

If approached after proposing to wait:

“Ready to do this?”

While executing the plan:

“There’s a sentry patrolling the hill. We’ll go in quiet and drop him with a combined arrow barrage. Keep low, fire on my word.”
“Fire!”
“All right. You infiltrate their camp, we’ll cover you from the ridge. Good luck!”

After securing the convoy:

“We make quite a team, eh? I’ll stay here and guard the shipment. You get back to camp with news. Have them send some men – with a new wagon. This one isn’t going anywhere.”

Ralof: “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.”
Lokir: “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.”
Ralof: “We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.”
Imperial Soldier: “Shut up back there!”
Lokir: “And what’s wrong with him, huh?”
Ralof: “Watch your tongue. You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.”
Lokir: “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?”
Ralof: “I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.”
Lokir: “No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.”
Ralof: “Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?”
Lokir: “Why do you care?”
Ralof: “A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.”
Lokir: “Rorikstead. I’m… I’m from Rorikstead.”
Imperial: “General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!”
Tullius: “Good. Let’s get this over with.”
Lokir: “Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.”
Ralof: “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.”
Haming: “Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?”
Torolf: “You need to go inside, little cub.”
Haming: “Why? I want to watch the soldiers.”
Torolf: “Inside the house. Now.”
Haming: “Yes, papa.”
Imperial: “Whoa!”
Captain: “Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!”
Lokir: “Why are we stopping?”
Ralof: “Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.”
Lokir: “No! Wait! We’re not rebels!”
Ralof: “Face your death with some courage, thief.”
Lokir: “You’ve got to tell them! We weren’t with you! This is a mistake!”
Imperial Captain: “Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time.”
Ralof: “Empire loves their damn lists.”
Hadvar: “Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.”
Ralof: “It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!”
Hadvar: “Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.”
Lokir: “No, I’m not a rebel. You can’t do this!” [runs]
Captain: “Halt!”
Lokir: “You’re not going to kill me!”
Captain: “Archers!”
[Lokir is shot dead]
Captain: “Anyone else feel like running?”
Hadvar: “Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you? Captain. What should we do? He’s (If the Dragonborn is female: “She’s”) not on the list.”
Captain: “Forget the list. He (If the Dragonborn is female: “She”) goes to the block.”
Hadvar: “By your orders, Captain. I’m sorry. Follow the Captain, prisoner.”
Tullius: “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.”
Ulfric: “[muffled grunts]”
Tullius: “You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.”

After Alduin’s first roar:

Hadvar: “What was that?”
Tullius: “It’s nothing. Carry on.”
Captain: “Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.”
Priestess of Arkay: “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…”
Stormcloak Soldier: “For the love of Talos, shut up and let’s get this over with.”
Priestess of Arkay: “As you wish.”
Stormcloak Soldier: “Come on, I haven’t got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?” [Executed]

Stormcloak: “You Imperial bastards!”
Vilod: “Justice!”
Ingrid: “Death to the Stormcloaks!”
Ralof: “As fearless in death as he was in life.”
Captain: “Next, the Nord in the rags (Other races: “renegade from Cyrodiil”, “Redguard”, “Breton”, “High Elf”, “Dark Elf”, “Wood Elf”, “Orc”, “cat”, “lizard”)!”

After Alduin’s second roar:

Hadvar: “There it is again. Did you hear that?”
Captain: “I said, next prisoner!”
Hadvar: “To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy.”

After Alduin’s third roar:

Tullius: “What in Oblivion is that?”
Captain: “Sentries! What do you see?”
Imperial: “It’s in the clouds!”
Stormcloak: “Dragon!”
Alduin: [Meteor-shower shout]
Headsman: “Hunh…”
Tullius: “Don’t just stand there! Kill that thing! Guards, get the townspeople to safety!”
Ralof: “Hey, kinsman (Other races: “Imperial”, “Redguard”, “Breton”, “High Elf”, “Dark Elf”, “Wood Elf”, “Orc”, “Khajiit”, “Argonian”)! Get up! Come on, the gods won’t give us another chance!”

Ralof: “Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?”
Ulfric: “Legends don’t burn down villages. We need to move. Now!”
Ralof: “Up through the tower, let’s go!”
Stormcloak: “They’re hurt, but they’ll live. Another second out there with the dragon, and they’d both be dead…”
Ralof: “Let’s go! With me, up the tower!”
Stormcloak: “We just need to move some of these rocks to clear the way!”

After Alduin bashes through the wall:

Alduin: “Yol… Toor… Shul!” (“Fire… Inferno… Sun!”)
Ralof: “See the inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going! Go! We’ll follow when we can!”
Hadvar: “Haming, you need to get over here. Now! Torolf!” [Torolf dies here] Gods… Everyone get back!”
Alduin: “Yol… Toor… Shul!”
Hadvar: “Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way. Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find General Tullius and join their defense.”
Gunnar: “Gods guide you, Hadvar.”
Hadvar: “Stay close to the wall!”

After Alduin lands on the wall:

Alduin: “Yol… Toor… Shul”
Hadvar: “Quickly, follow me!”
Tullius: “Hadvar! Into the keep, soldier, we’re leaving!”
Hadvar: “It’s you and me, prisoner. Stay close! Ralof! You damned traitor. Out of my way!”
Ralof: “We’re escaping, Hadvar. You’re not stopping us this time.”
Hadvar: “Fine. I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde.”
Ralof: “You! Come on, into the keep!”

Inside the Keep:

Imperial Captain: “Come on soldier! Keep moving!”
Ralof: “It’s the Imperials! Take cover!”
Imperial Captain: “Get this gate open. It’s the escaped prisoners!” (If discovered)

Ralof: “Gerdur!”
Gerdur: “Mara’s Mercy, its good to see you! But is it safe for you to be here?”
Ralof: “Gerdur…”
Gerdur: “We had heard that Ulfric had been captured…”
Ralof: “Gerdur… I’m fine. At least now I am.”
Gerdur: “Are you hurt? What’s happened? [looks at player] And who’s this? One of your comrades?”
Ralof: “Not a comrade yet…but a friend. I owe him/her my life, in fact. Is there somewhere we can talk? There’s no telling when the news from Helgen will reach the Imperials…”
Gerdur: “Helgen? Has something happened…? You’re right. Follow me. Hod! Come here a minute. I need your help with something.”
Hod: “What is it, woman? Sven drunk on the job again?”
Gerdur: “Hod. Just come here.”
Hod: “Ralof! What are you doing here? Ah…I’ll be right down!”
Frodnar: “Uncle Ralof! Can I see your axe? How many Imperials have you killed? Do you really know Ulfric Stormcloak?”
Gerdur: “Hush, Frodnar. This is no time for your games. Go and watch the south road. Find us if you see any Imperial soldiers coming.”
Frodnar: “Aw, mama, I want to stay and talk with uncle Ralof!”
Ralof: “Look at you, almost a grown man! Won’t be long before you’ll be joining the fight yourself!”
Frodnar: “That’s right! Don’t worry uncle Ralof, I won’t let those soldiers sneak up on you!”

After Hod comes down from the mill and enters the conversation:

Hod: “Now, Ralof, what’s going on? You two look pretty well done in.”
Ralof: “I can’t remember the last time I slept. Where to start? Well, the news you heard about Ulfric was true. The Imperials ambushed us outside Darkwater Crossing. Like they knew exactly where we’d be. That was…two days ago, now. We stopped at Helgen this morning, and I thought it was all over. Had us lined up for the headsman’s block and ready to start chopping!”
Gerdur: “The cowards!”
Ralof: “They wouldn’t dare give Ulfric a fair trial. Treason, for fighting for your own people! All of Skyrim would have seen the truth then! But then…out of nowhere…a dragon attacked.”
Gerdur: “You don’t mean a real, live…”
Ralof: “I can hardly believe it myself, and I was there! As strange as it sounds, we’d be dead if not for that dragon. In the confusion, we managed to slip away. Are we really the first to make it to Riverwood?”
Gerdur: “Nobody has come up the south road today, as far as I know.”
Ralof: “Good. Maybe we can lay up for a while. I’d hate to put your family in danger, Gerdur, but…”
Gerdur: “Nonsense. You and your friend are welcome to stay as long as you need. Let me worry about the Imperials. Any friend of Ralof’s is a friend of mine. [to player] Here’s the key to the house. Stay as long as you like. There’s something you can do for me. For all of us. [gift menu opens] We need to send word to Jarl Balgruuf to send whatever troops he can. Riverwood is defenseless. If you do that for me, I’ll be in your debt.”
Ralof: “Thanks, sister. I knew I could count on you.”
Gerdur: “I ought to get back to work before I’m missed, but did anyone else escape? Did Ulfric…”
Ralof: “Don’t worry. I’m sure he made it out. It’ll take more than a dragon to stop Ulfric Stormcloak!”
Hod: “I’ll let them into the house and, you know, show them where everything is.”
Gerdur: “Hhmm. Help them drink up our mead, you mean. [to Ralof] Good luck, brother. I’ll see you later.”
Ralof: “Don’t worry about me. I know how to lay low.”