Cast your votes, everyone... I will provide each person's legendary dialogue: [b]Confessor Cromwell[/b] [spoiler] "Behold!  He is coming with the clouds!  And evert eye should be blind with his glory! Every ear should be stricken deaf to hear the thunder of his voice! Let the men, women and children of the Earth come forth to gather and behold the power of atom!  Let those who dwelled here in his favoured land, attend now to the word of the profit of Atom! Come forth and drink the waters of the glow! For this ancient weapon of war, is our salvation, it is the very symbol of Atom's glory! Let it serve as a reminder of the division that has occurred in the past! And the resplendence of the promise of our division in the times to come! Give you bodies to Atom my friends! Release yourself to his power! Feel his glow, and be divided!  There shall be no tears, no sorrows, no suffering! For in the division, we shall see our release from the pain and hardships of this world! Yay, your suffering shall exist no longer, it shall be washed away! In Atom's glow! Burned from you in the fire of His brilliance! Each of us shall give birth to a billion stars, form from the mass of our wretched and filthy bodies!  Each of us shall be mother and father to a trillion civilasations! Each of shall know peace, and know an end to pain, and shall know Atom in His glory!  I urge you my friends, come drink with me and pray! Glorious Atom, I give on to you these feeble bones, I present to your will, this frail body..."  [/spoiler] [b]Heimskr[/b] [spoiler] "Talos the mighty! Talos the unerring! Talos the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but maggots, writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, 'Let me show you the power of Talos Stormcrown, born of the North, where my breath is long winter. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Red Legions, for I love you.' Aye, love. Love! Even as man, great Talos cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Skyrim! The future of Tamriel! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth! We are the children of man! Talos is the true god of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our Elven overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the elves take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives? And what does the Empire do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Imperial machine enforces the will of the Thalmor! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Empire! Rise up, Stormcloaks! Embrace the word of mighty Talos, he who is both man and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the Elves or their toadies, will rule Skyrim! Forever! Terrible and powerful Talos! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great Talos, not as god, but as man! Trust in me, Whiterun! Trust in the words of Heimskr! For I am the chosen of Talos! I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!" [/spoiler]