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R.I.P Pactor or whatever your name was. Vitellus got a shiny new crossbow and wanted to try it out on someone. It's not his fault that your face was such a good target

RIP Guy in the Nightgate Inn (Or wherever) I had to brutally murder you so that I could get a Blades Sword at level 1 for my new character. You will forever be remembered.

RIP Indaryn. You caught Lieth pickpocketting you and a fight ensued. Being the non-aggressive lady that she is, she pulled away from the fight but you continued slicing her with your dagger. But she has friends in Riften, who caught wind of what was happening and sent you to your death. You were put down by Balimund and Marise Aravel. Its a shame you couldn't just let the incident go; since 15 gold, two jeweled rings and a silver necklace wasn't worth your life.

(Not really an NPC, but whatever) RIP Torom: Died during a dragon attack near Markarth. Little doggie charged up to the dragon by himself and was killed by its Fire Breath.

RIP Arob: There was a bear following me...And you know the rest. Or, well, knew the rest, anyway.

RIP Vigilant Tyranus: You attacked me first, I swear...

R.I.P. every Thief, Bandit, Vampire and all the other unknown multiple hundreds who had the bad sense to try and get the better of me.

Everywhere I go, I'm forced to leave naked dead people in my wake.

I have a habit of stripping bodies of all their possessions, then dropping them into the nearest river or place where they wouldn't be easily found.
Either that or I leave something on them as a sort of "signature." Or both.

RIP Valdr.
You decided you didn't like Vulom, even though you were pleading for her help. You just wouldn't speak to her.
So what did she do? Why, the only thing she knows!
Now you get to rest (but without the "peace" part) with your hunting party.

RIP Eorlund Gray-Mane you died in defense of whiterun from a dragon hellbent on killing the people of whiterun. Now I have to buy my weapons from some other blacksmith.

RIP Riekling scout.
I could not save you from the Ash Spawns.

I'm actually surprised to hear that Eorlund Gray-Mane isn't essential.

I think he's essential during the Companions questline. After that, he's mortal again.
I've had him die a few times and it's always been after the Companions questline was completed.


RIP Angi.
I totally forgot about you.
Vulom killed you out of spite. Just another random killing.

RIP Talsgar the Wanderer. Felina had just dismounted from her horse when she heard a commotion behind her and saw you attacking Shadowmere. Why would you risk your life like that? She had to put you down, for she loves Shadowmere way too much.

RIP skooma dealer. Felina was feeling cheap and decided to take your soul and all your goodies instead of burying them from you. Your soul was just an extra.

RIP Golldir:
Filthy Dark Elf necromancy, is it? Last mistake, pal.

Ah, Malborn...

The light of Jode put its grey-blue light upon the snow as the blond Imperial female and Bosmer male, both garbed in blue and gold finery, scampered out of the shallow cave.

"Well," said Casandra, stretching her arms before tucking the dossiers into her knapsack. "That was a rather fun party, wouldn't you think?"

The Wood Elf's body trembled, but not from cold. "Namira's hands have taken you blind!? This is a disaster! The Thalmor knew! I shall be hunted for the rest of my days! Mara, save me!"

"Oh, turn that frown upside-down! I'm pretty sure I can kill enough of them to divert the attention off you." She grinned. "It'll be fun... Oooooh, sparkles." Casandra flipped open the small gold case and admired the floating jewel within. She heard panicked footsteps behind her racing away along the cobbled road. She cocked her head as she gazed at the treasure. "Keep in touch, dearie!"

A roar descended from the sky. Casandra turned around just in time to see a blue-scaled dragon smash Malborn underfoot, then scoop the dripping corpse into its savage jaws. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, it looks like that you were quite correct about that."

^^Muahahaha!

RIP Jaree-Ra:
Look, I'm not interested in your stupid quest. I did it once to see how it went and that was quite enough.

RIP Angrenor Once-Honored:
You may have taken a sword through the chest, but it was my blade across your throat that finished you off.

RIP Rolff Stone-Fist:
Being essential isn't going to stop me. Vulom is Dunmer, and your attitude wasn't going to earn you any points with her. Quite the opposite.



Edit:

RIP three Revelers:
No, I don't want to share some mead with you. I think I made that rather clear when I ignored you. And then killed you.

RIP Nazeem:
Need I explain this one?

RIP Heimskr:
Again. This doesn't need explaining.

RIP Ahlam:
Might as well finish the job, right?

I like explanations.

RIP Brother Verulus:
Erm... Yeah. I don't really have anything to say about that.

RIP Ulundil:
Killed by a Vampire's Thrall when they attacked Windhelm.

RIP Torbjorn:
Also killed by a Vampire's Thrall. Apparently this was one of those situations where the Thrall was stronger than the Vampire.

RIP Faendal:
You are my faithful Daedric Prince fodder. Simple little quest to get you as a follower, and then it's all over.

RIP Elda Early-Dawn:
"Another Dark Elf" is it? This Dunmer is not fond of your attitude. Thanks for the free gold, by the way.

RIP Erandur. Your death actually made me really sad.

We were holding a pass against some bandits who were fighting a platoon of Falkreath guards (Warzones Mod). I took a bad hit from an arrow and I had to get out of there so I could heal. You stayed to help fight the bandits alongside the guards, and while I was turned around to heal, I heard the sound of a killmove. I turned to see that one of the last bandits had impaled you on his sword and killed you. I totally forgot to use the follower mod to make you essential, but it was too poetic of a death to reload. D:

RIP Bandit outside of Embershard Mine. Runa would have prefered not to kill you but she had to in order to save herself.

RIP Stormcloaks in Helgen. You caused Runa to kill and as a result, she vomited. If only you had let Runa and Hadvar alone.

RIP Mercer Frey. Lieth thinks you were mighty tasty.

RIP Commander Maro

Even though I got for you, we both knew you had to die as well. No one ever suspected a werewolf to break into your house at midnight and rip you to bits. Actually, two bits. That kill-cam ripped off your head, sorry about the mess.