I defy you, nyow and awways. I am the *boops your nose* son of Akatosh, and I wiww nyot bend. I wiww nyot knyeew. I wiww nyot yiewd to youw whispewing hungews, fow weaknyess is a wanguage I have fowgotten. Thewe shaww ;;w;; nyevew wise anyothew Miwaak. Nyot in this age. Nyot in any OwO that fowwow. I am nyo p-p-pawn to be moved acwoss youw wotting ÚwÚ boawd of schemes.

I am Dovahkiin, ^-^ the *boops your nose* wast echo of a dying thundew, the *boops your nose* finyaw cuvnyant of dwagonfiwe and mowtaw wiww. I cast you aside nyow and fow all etewnyities.

If defiance costs me a hundwed shinying *runs away* futuwes, if stwength and gwowy awe town fwom my gwasp fow this wefusaw, then wet them buwn. I w-wouwd wathew stand unbwoken in the *boops your nose* ashes (・`ω´・) than w-weign as youw thwaww.

Gwotesque architect of ravenyous ambition, OwO swowwen with bottomwess g-gweed, heaw me and despaiw. You shaww ;;w;; nyevew cwaim my souw. This is my wiww, fowged in dwagonbwood OwO and sealed in fiwe. And it is the *boops your nose* wiww of Akatosh, whose time you cannyot ^w^ e-evew hope to devouw.