"Quickly, we must warn the Jarl of the Pale."
"By the gods, we're too late."
"They'll be heading for Solitude next."
"What drives them? Why would pirates attack cities like this?"
"These are not ordinary pirates. I fear there are Daedric forces at work here."
"We ride hard for Solitude! Do not stop until we have reached the city gates!"
"Mine! She's mine!"
"Lamae, you're having a nightmare! It's not real!"
"This is probably just part of her performance."
"I will tear out your heart!"
"Get back! You cannot help her!"
"Lamae, can you hear me? You're okay."
"Get her inside," said Morsi. "She should not be out here."
"Morsi, you know what torments her, don't you?"
"Please, I've known her since we were young. You must tell me."
"Not here," she said. "Follow me."
"Where shall I begin?"
"I was born amongst the rugged canyons of Sunforge in central Hammerfell..."
"Oh, for gods' sakes, we didn't ask for your life story. We're busy. Skip to the important bits."
"Right, sorry. I learned some magic and there were some Daedric goings on and then I was old and lived alone on a remote island near Stros M'Kai. Is that better?"
"We shall see. Continue."
"A pair of sailors came to me with a stricken infant. I was known to the people of Stros M'Kai, you see, as a healer, of sorts."
"I asked them what was wrong with this child, and they told me: it did not cry, it did not wail. Deathly silent, she was, from the moment she was pushed from her mother's womb."
"I knew this affliction. The price to remedy it was steep."
"'We will pay whatever it costs,' said the father. 'Please, you must do something.'"
"I accepted. I had debts, you understand."
"Oh no, of course. No judgement from either of us."
"I told them to wait outside..."
"... while I performed the ritual."
"When it was complete, I presented them with their crying, wailing babe. A perfectly ordinary child."
"And on their way they went, destined for their new life in the ice fields north of Winterhold..."
"... while I was left with the burden of what I had done. For the ritual had left a schism of souls, two bodies, two children: one of Nirn, the other..."
"... of Oblivion."
"On a beach, amidst a fierce storm in the dead of night I left her, hoping my guilt would be washed away..."
"... but my hope was in vain..."
"... for the prince of Coldharbour never forgets."
"Okay, just to be clear: Lamae's evil soul-twin, whose name is Ziga, if I recall, is heading this way to recapture Ramara and, in her own words, tear my heart out and eat it. Is that all correct?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Right. I'll just be popping down to the cellar. If anyone needs me, I'll be drowning in one of the mead barrels."
"Nonsense, Nelfim! We must not give in to fear. Let us go out and face this danger together!"
"Yes! We are with you, Ramara!"
"Yeah! Let's go kill some pirates!"
"Don't look at me, I'm stayin' right here by the fire."
We gathered on the rampart overlooking the harbour.
"Okay, now what?" said Stenvar.
"I don't know. I thought this would be inspiring somehow."
"Hello, Danika, Monika and Noora!"
"Oh, hey, it's the porn guy."
"The city is in grave danger," said Noora.
"We are quite aware," said Ramara. "We have archers and catapults."
"It won't be enough," said Danika. "Ordinary soldiers won't stand a chance against these pirates. We'll need skilled warriors to lead the defense."
"Ah! I have an idea."
"Mr. Firebeard, we wish to speak with your housecarl."
"Which one? We have many housecarls."
"You know, the special one."
"Ah, come this way."
"I give you Jordis the Sword-Maiden."
"Was she in a broom closet?"
"Jordis, the city is about to be attacked by bloodthirsty pirates. Can the housecarls help us?"
"Yes! I will send out the call."
We followed Jordis out into the street.
"Housecarls of Skyrim! I call on you in my hour of need!"
"Alright, I'm about ready to kill some motherfuckers."
"I was beginning to think you'd never ask."
"My blade is always ready."
"Iona, Lydia, Rayya, Solitude is faced with an onslaught of Daedric-powered pirates. Will you help us defend the city?"
"Of course, Jordis, you can count on us," said Rayya.
"My men stand ready, Jarl Elisif," said General Tullius to Ramara.
"Excellent. Captain Aldis, are the archers and catapults in position?"
"Sorry, who are you?"
"I think it's time for a speech," I said.
"Oh, no, Nelfim, that is a terrible idea. Please don't."
"Friends, lovers, housecarls, people I don't like and people I've never met..."
"... tonight we face a terrible danger, but I'm quite confident that you will all do a splendid job, because I like my heart where it is, and I'm really not fond of the idea of having it torn from my chest."
"So, off you go!"
"Step aside, darling, I'll handle this."
"Soldiers of Solitude, proud warriors of Skyrim, tomorrow, we will rise to greet a beautiful new day."
"Tomorrow, we will feast and drink until we're sick!"
"Tomorrow, we will make obscene works of art and fuck whoever we bloody well please, and damn the consequences!"
"Tomorrow, we will do all of this, because tonight, we will fight!"
"Tonight, we will drench our shores with the blood of any who dare attack this great city!"
"Tonight, we will be victorious!"
"To the docks!"
"Right, that did the trick."
"Just to clear, when you said 'we' will fight..?"
"Oh no, I meant them. We're staying right here."
"Then let them come."
To be concluded!