Forsythe on 8/10/2002 at 06:15

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Here goes... be warned, it's a bit oddly phrased at times to give it an air of antiquity:
[spoiler]You no longer bear the burden of Prophecy. You have achieved your destiny. You are free.

The doomed Dwemers' folly, Lord Dagoth's temptation, the Tribunal's seduction, the Godsheart freed, the Prophecy fulfilled. All fates sealed, & sins forgiven. If you have pity, mourn the lost, but let the weeping cease. The Blight is gone, and the sun's golden honey gilds the land.

Hail, Saviour! Hortator, and Nerevarine! Your people look to you for protection. Monster and villains great and small still threaten the people of Vvardenfell... yet indomitable will might rid Morrowind of all its ills.

For you, our thanks and blessing. Our token given. Come, take this thing from the hand of God.[/spoiler]
(Btw, that one line, "mourn the lost" sounds like "mourn the loss", but there's a 'T' sound at the very last moment)