[u][b]YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE AND SAY THOS THINGS?!?!?!?![/b][/u]

What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you filthy N’wah? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the Morag Tong, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret dungeon runs on Vvardenfell, and I have killed over 9000 cliffracers. I am trained in Telvanni wizardry and I punched Vivec in the dick so hard the godhead woke up. I will trap your soul in a soul gem so small even Molag Bal himself would not wish such punishment on his enemies, brabbling outlander. You are nothing to me but just another S’wit. You think you can get away with insulting a member of one of the Great Houses like that ? Think again, piece of filth. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Blades across the Tamrielic Empire and your Siltstrider is being taken captive right now so your better prepare for the Corprus that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your mind. You’re a -blam!-ing sleeper, Fetcher. I can levitate anywhere, anytime and I can deport you to Oblivion in over 700 ways, and that’s without help from any Daedra. Not only am I extensively trained in using Kagrenac’s Tools, but I have access to an entire army of Ordinators and I will use them to trample your filthy corpse, slave. If only you knew what vengeance your little raid in my ancestral tomb was about to rain down upon you, maybe you would have stayed in your stinking homeland. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you are about to be burned alive by my fireballs, you poop-reeking lizard. I will infect you with blight and you will drown in a vat of fermenting Greef. You’re dead, outlander.

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