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【书籍搬运】Sir Amiel’s Journal Amiel先生的日记

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Sir Amiel’s Journal

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这本日记中记录了一个错误,我的错误.

这无疑很明显,都不需要经过大脑思考.如果你读了这日记,那你可能正站在我的尸体旁-被抛在十字军神址的深处.也许圣灵们只准许我在死之前使用神圣头盔,虽然连这我都可能不配.我必须相信,追随我脚步朝圣的你,才是一名真正的神圣骑士.听我一言吧,背负着我期望的骑士,也许我的命运是你的前车之鉴. 你必须认识到,我的死跟我所犯错误相比根本微不足道.那所谓崇高的理想,成为九圣灵骑士,孤立于普通的人,效忠于神,为更崇高的目的奉献-正是我犯错误的原因,也是我写这日记的原因. 当我写到这里时,小修道院里只有我杂乱的写字声,我正准备起程,为了我的最后使命-寻找十字军头盔.我已经老了……..已经没有力量去完成这个任务了,成功的机率微乎其微.这个任务也许只有留给下一代的九圣灵骑士去完成了,而Caius先生,Berich先生以及我们的其他成员可能正在我们背后,夸耀着我们那个时代所获得的荣誉呢.哎,没有下一代了,Berich先生是个令我痛苦的敌人,我们其他的老同伴已经全死了.这里只剩下了我,最后一个失败的骑士团的执着骑士. 很多年前,我谴责Berich先生解散了骑士团.但是直到晚年,我才最终为我在这些悲剧中所扮演的角色感到内疚.我认识到,是我最先埋下了祸根,虽然起先并没有认识到.一直到那天…..我和Caius先生,Torolf先生一同找到了胸甲,出于我个人的虚荣心,我将胸甲占为己有(虽然是它本应该属于修道院的).我穿着它进行战斗,并且得到了手下和其余发现者的喝彩.顺其自然,Berich先生找到了剑,并成为了他的专属武器.而护手则被Casimir拿了.难道我们不应该把神圣的武器用于对抗邪恶么?却把它们闲置在那里…..难道我们不应该让更有能力的人使用它么?却是让发现他的人来使用…..我们告诉我们自己-我告诉我自己-但是随之发生的事情让我们将这些思想抛于脑后. 当Berich先生(嫉妒我将胸甲占为己有,而没有给别人留下任何东西的人)想使用他的圣物参与战争时,谁去阻止他?Berich先生是错了,但是最先犯错的是我.如果对圣物的堕落谴责的话,那么首先应该谴责的人是我-骑士团的领袖和创始人,我本应该给他们树立一个好榜样的,可是我没有,而居然宣称圣物是自己的. Berich先生后来的行为留给别人去评判吧.但是我想让大家知道我并不想谴责他解散骑士团.如果他现在和我交谈的话,我会对他这么说.我和他都已经背离了最初的"九圣灵骑士".其他的成员都已经死了,我能做的只是将他们,名副其实的神圣战士们,埋葬在修道院的地下室,哎….他们跟错了人….. 现在是该去寻找头盔的时候了,如果你追随了我的脚步,骑士先生,知道修道院的地下室吗?至少那里还没被玷污.我已经将楼梯口封印了,只有我的戒指才能开启.我的骑士兄弟们平静的长眠于此,陪伴着胸甲,唯一个仍然被骑士团所保管着的圣物.虽然骑士团在实体上已经消亡了,但我希望并相信总有一天,骑士团将会重生.也许你就是重建骑士团的人吧.如果是这样的话,去西部荒野的修道院,用我的戒指打开修道院的地下室.你将会在那里找到胸甲,并且需要证明你是个真正的骑士. 愿九圣灵守护并指引你,再见.

Aiel先生

九圣灵修道院

西部荒野

Skingrad省

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Sir Amiel's Journal
by Sir Amiel
Dying confessions of the founder of the Knights of the Nine


This journal is a record of failure. My failure.
In the immediate sense, this is no doubt obvious. If you are reading this, you are probably standing over my body, slain in the depths of the Shrine of the Crusader. Perhaps the godsgranted me the gift of at least glimpsing the holy Helm before I died, undeserving though I am. I must believe that you are indeed a holy knight, following in my footsteps in quest of the Crusader's Relics. It is to you, Sir Knight of my hopes, that I direct these words. May the account of my failures help you avoid my fate.
Know that my failures encompass far more than my own death (which is of little account, at the end of a long life). The high ideals of theKnights of the Nine, of service to the gods rather than men, of dedication to a higher purpose -- these are my failures, as I shall record here.
As I write this, the scratching of my pen the only sound in the empty Priory, I am preparing to embark on my last quest for the Helm of the Crusader. I know that my chance of success is small. I am too old for such a task. This quest should have been taken up by the next generation of Knights of the Nine, while Sir Caius and and the rest of us stayed behind and spun tales of our days of glory. Alas, there is no next generation. Sir Berich is my embittered enemy, the rest of my old companions are all dead. There is only me, the last stubborn Knight of a failed Order.
For many years I blamed Sir Berich for the dissolution of the Order, but in my old age I have finally come to recognize my own part in those tragic events. I now believe that the seeds of our destruction were sown early, although the fruit did not ripen until late. Even in the first heady days, questing for the Cuirass with Sir Caius and Sir Torolf, I set the pattern of personal glory. The Cuirass was mine, and although it resided in the Priory, I wore it into battle and accepted the acclaim of my fellows and the people for its recovery. And so it went. The Sword and Greaves, recovered by Sir Berich, became his personal arms, and the Gauntlets to Sir Casimir. Why not? Should the holy weapons lie idle while there was evil to be vanquished? And who more fitting to carry them than the knight who had proved himself worthy by their recovery? So we told ourselves -- so I told myself -- but all that followed flowed from this.
When Sir Berich wanted to take his Relics with him to the war, who was I to forbid him? I, who had jealously considered the Cuirass my own and none other's? Sir Berich was wrong, but I was wrong first, and the blame for the dispute over the Relics falls first on me, the leader and founder of the Knights, who should have set a higher example, but was instead first to claim a Relic for my own.
Sir Berich's later actions I will leave for others to judge. But let it be known that I do not blame him for the dissolution of the Knights. If he would speak to me, I would tell him so myself. He and I are now all that are left of the original Knights. The others are all dead, and I have dedicated myself to recovering their bodies and interring them in the Priory Undercroft, as is fitting for such holy warriors. Alas that they did not have the leader that they deserved.
Now it is time for me to depart on my quest for the Helm. If you would follow in my footsteps, Sir Knight, know that the Priory basement, at least, will remain inviolate. I have sealed the stairs and only my ring will now open it. My brother knights will sleep in peace, in company with the Cuirass, the only Relic that remains in the Order's keeping. I say that, although the Order is officially dissolved, hoping and believing that the Knights of the Nine will one day be reborn. Perhaps you are the one to restore the Order. If so, go to the Priory in the West Weald. Use my ring to enter the vaults beneath the Priory House. There you will find the Cuirass, and claim it for your own if you are a true knight.
May the Nine guard and guide you. Farewell.
 
Sir Amiel
Priory of the Nine
The West Weald
County Skingrad
Year 153 of the Septim Era

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