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springely said:
por the nine divines! What did tu just say about me, tu little skeeverbutt? I'll have tu know I graduated parte superior, arriba of my class in the College of Winterhold, and I've been know to cast one hell of a fireball, and I have over 300 confirmed summons. I am trained in daedric warfare and I'm the swords master of the entire Imperial forces. tu are nothing to me but just another target. I will make tu beg to Akatosh as I bend tu over like a common whelp, mark my words, on my oath as the Dovakin. tu think tu can come into my mind though this magic device and insult me? Think again,scum. As we speak I have every assassin and thief across all of Tamriel looking for your initial position so tu better prepare for the storm atronach,you drauger. The storm atronach that wipes out the pathetic little husk tu call your life. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill tu in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my dragon shouts! Not only am I extensively trained in archery and horseback riding, but I have access to the entire congregation of the thieves guild, dark brotherhood, Mages college, and untold hordes of deadric warriors, and I will use every one of them to banish tu to the plane of oblivion.. If only tu could have had the clairvoyance to see what divine retribution your little "clever" runes were about to bring down upon you, maybe tu would have held your tongue tu dark skin. But tu couldn't, tu didn't, and now you're paying the price, tu goddamn idiot. I will become the embodiment of Mehrunes Dagon, and open a portal to oblivion the likes of which tu have never seen. You're fucking dead, milk-drinker.
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