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【书籍搬运】Trap 陷阱

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英文名:Trap
作者:未知
原文出处:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tamriel:Trap
翻译:yahoocom

我看见了那袋金币,于是我就把它放进了我的口袋.如果换了一个人的话他可能不会这么做,我知道这一点,在这以后的日子里我一直在回忆着当时我拿那袋金币时候的情景.你知道吗?那时我非常饥饿,这是不是很有讽刺意味. 除了那袋金币和饥饿的感觉我已经回忆不起那个晚上发生的具体的事了.我甚至忘了那个酒馆和那个村庄的名字,但我还能依稀地记起那是在 Vvardenfell岛南部的某个地方.我不能很肯定.那天晚上我无力地瘫坐在椅子上,大脑一片空白,整个身子正被饥饿感噬咬着.如果你没有连续几天没进食的经历的话,你是不会明白当时我饥饿的感受的.饥饿已经使我无法集中精神了.这时坐在我左边的一个人站起身来去前台拿酒,在他起身前他在桌子上留下了一袋金币.就是这包金币触动了我的神经. 啊,说到这里我的记忆已经清晰多了. 我一边盯着那包金币,一边又不时地注意着那个人的后背,我尽可能小心地移动到那包金子旁,我的手接触到了金子并把那包金子放进口袋里.然后我迅速地离开了那张桌子,冲到了门外.这时,我下意识地回头看了一眼,只见那个人也正朝我这个方向看过来,就在我们两人目光接触的那一刹那,我清楚地看见了他是个戴着头巾的男人.现在我敢肯定地说,当时我从他的目光中感受到了他正在微笑. 我转头就跑,来到了大街上并趴在了几个木桶后面,等待着追捕者的经过.常年累月逃避警卫的追捕使我学会了怎样隐藏自己.就这样,我大概在那里趴了有一个小时.在那段时间里我一直忍受着饥饿的折磨,一个念头一直在我脑海中环绕着:我现在必须快清醒过来并尽快给自己买一份食物.最后,当我站起身的时候,我已经快晕过去了.于是我用尽体内仅存的最后一点能量冲进了位于村子另一头的一座破旧的酒馆里并且像一滩烂泥一样倒在了酒馆里的一张桌子上.我能肯定当时我已经几乎失去意识了.这时酒吧女侍的声音唤醒了我: “你想要来点什么呢?” 我狼吞虎咽地吃着桌子上的烤肉和馅饼,并大口地喝着充满泡沫的大杯饮料.丰盛的食物所带来的热量使我的饥饿感如云雾一般地飘散了,我的头脑也越发清醒了.这时,我抬起头忽然发现坐在我对面的一个陌生人正注视着我.他脸上戴了一张黄金的面具,月光从窗户中刺进来在他的面具上反射并发出令人绚目的光芒.他身着一身黑色的皮甲,从他的体型可以判断出他并不是那个我刚才偷盗过的人.但是我能感觉到,他肯定知道那件事儿.于是我起身并结了饭钱,而后快步走出了酒馆. 我沿着村子边缘的道路来到了一个正在修葺的中央庭院.庭院周围是一片破落的农舍.在那我看不见一丁点灯光,大街上也是空荡荡的.我找不到一个可以藏身的地方,于是我顺着路向野外跑去.就在不久前我还在被饥饿所折磨,而现在盗窃后的罪恶感正鞭打着我,不对,与其说是罪恶感还不如说是,内心中的某种恐惧. 我在黑暗中摸索前进,因为看不清坡道和卵石路所以跌倒了两次.远处传来一阵阵动物的嚎叫让我感到浑身发麻.同时我也能感觉到有一些东西正躲黑暗中,跟踪着我. 在道路的一边我看见了一堵低低的矮墙,于是我就翻过去并蹲在墙角下躲了起来.多年来躲藏的经验告诉我在这里是安全的,即便有人能看见我身体的轮廓,他也会误认为那是墙的一部分.没过多久我听见了许多杂乱的脚步声,从这些脚步声我能判断出不止有一个人.其中有一个人经过我所在的墙角并停了下来, 接着我听见了他们的轻声耳语.不一会儿,其中的一个人沿着朝村子的路跑了回去.尔后,是死亡般的寂静. 大约又过了几分钟,我探出了脑袋想看看外面发生了什么事.在月光下,我看见一个穿着暗褐色晚礼服,戴着头巾和面纱的女人站在路边.路的另一头,朝着村子方向的路口站着一个穿着暗色盔甲的骑士.在夜色的笼罩下他们的面容是那么的模糊.突然,我浑身僵硬了,就像跌进了冰冷的地窖那样,但我还不能确定他们是否已经发现了我. “追.”那个女人发出了可怕的声音.
我背后的山坡太陡了,所以我本能地跳过了我面前的那堵矮墙,三下并作两下地穿过马路冲进了对面那片黑暗的森林.那些该死的金币在我口袋里翻滚着,发出令人心烦意乱的叮咚声,我心里很清楚这些声音只能让追踪者们更容易地找到我.不过那时的我根本不敢去多想这些,我的头脑里只有一个念头,就是尽快地甩掉他们. 一片由烟灰(ash)组成的乌云遮住了月亮,透过云层的月光变得越发暗淡,但是我还是觉得现在太亮,追我的人还可以轻易地发现我.我就这样一直发疯般地奔跑直到所有的血液都涌到了我的头上,这时我不得不停了下来.
我发现我正处于森林的边缘,在我的另一边是一条浅浅的河流,河的对岸是一座破败的大房子,房子周围是一圈栅栏.这时从我的身后传来了一阵零乱的脚步声,而从南边我可以听到有东西正踏着浅水向我这边移动. 我现在已经没有任何选择了.于是我不假思索地跳进了河中,跌在了河底的淤泥上,使劲地让自己站起身来并费力地爬上了河岸.接着我钻过了栅栏并跑到了房子前的那片空地.这时我又回头望了一眼,只见七个灰色的影子正站在栅栏旁:那个我偷盗过的男人,那个有着黄金面具的人,那个戴着面纱的女人还有那个穿着深色盔甲的骑士.还有另外三个人我没有见过,不过他们也在追我.这时我想来起了我是一个偷盗者. 月亮已经在烟尘地笼罩下完全地消失了.我凭借着晨星所发出的微量光芒来到了房子前并一把撞开大门.冲进房内后我快速地把房门反锁.虽然如此我还是觉得这样还不足以让我逃避危险,于是我环视着这个杂乱破败的房间期望找到一个藏身的场所.比如一个墙角,一个壁龛,如果我躲在那里面的话就没有人能够发现我. 一张破旧的桌子靠着墙被摆放在那儿,我正好可以拿他当掩体.于是我爬到了桌子底下,忽然我听到了一个老头的声音,声音中带着一丝害怕. “谁在那儿?” "不要害怕"我轻声回答,“我不是他们中的一员.” 一只布满皱纹,,关节突起的手从黑暗中伸了出来抓住了我.就在那一刻,一阵强烈的睡意袭击了我,我想反抗但又无可奈何.老头那苍老的,带着死亡气息的脸映入了我的眼帘,那感觉就象透过残窗看到的月亮那样.他那干瘦的爪子抓着我的手臂,我试图往后退,一阵死亡的味道环绕在我的周围. 那张桌子被推开了,那七个追逐过我的猎人出现在我的面前,不,在他们的身后还有更多的人.不,他们不是猎人,他们只是追逐者,他们从每一个我藏身的地方来追逐我,最后把我推给了这个真正的猎人.现在我身旁的这个老头看起来很虚弱,应该不能很好的进行追逐,但他就像是一把钝的杀人机器. “求求你,”我的嘴里只能蹦出这两个词了. 在享受了一场互相追逐的运动游戏后,他显示了他们所谓的仁慈.我没有被吸干血,我也没有被诅咒成为他们中的一员—-Berne吸血鬼.他们把我和其他被抓的人一起关了起来.从此以后我一直被恐惧所笼罩,在这里我们被吸血鬼们慢慢地吞噬,他们称我们为我们"肉牛". 在几个月以前我就已经失去了逃离这所潮湿的地牢的希望.即便这些文字被外面世界的人发现后我也不会奢望我会得救,即使有战士能打败这些吸血鬼也不能找到我们,因为现在我还不知道我们被关押的具体地点.我写这些东西的目的是为了让我的大脑保持清醒,并警告那些还在外面的人. 在世界上还有比饥饿更糟糕的事
那就是成为他人的食物.

新手注释:
在游戏中当你阅读了这本书后,你的潜行技能会增加.

Vvardenfell——属于晨风行省的一个巨大岛屿,上古卷轴3游戏的发生地点.

Berne—————-Vvardenfell岛上的一个吸血鬼家族.

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Trap
by Anonymous
A starving man steals money from a cloaked man, only to wind up getting turned into cattle


I saw the gold, and I took it. A different man might not have, I know that, and from time to time, I think back on the hour when I saw the gold and took it. You see, I was hungry. Isn't it ironic.
I don't remember much else about that night but the gold and the hunger. I don't remember the name of the tavern, or even the village, but I believe it was somewhere in southern Vvardenfell. I can't really be certain. For some time, I sat dumbly in my chair, my mind occupied with nothing but the pain in my stomach. If you've never been truly hungry from days of no food, you can't know what it's like. You can't concentrate on anything. It wasn't until a figure to my left got up from the table to get a drink and left a stack of gold marks behind that I snapped to awareness.
From this moment on, my memory is crystalline.
My eyes to the gold. My eyes to the stranger's back, walking calmly toward the barmaid. My hand to the gold. The gold in my pocket. I'm up from the table, and out the door. For just a moment, I look back. The stranger has turned to look my way. He wears a hood, but I can feel his eyes meet mine. I swear, I can scent a smile.
Out into the street, and behind some barrels I crouched down, waiting for my pursuer. One benefit of a lifetime running from guards, I know how to disappear. For nearly an hour, I waited there, suffering even more from hunger. You see, I was awake now and I had the means to buy myself a feast. This knowledge tortured me. When I finally got to my feet, I very nearly fainted. I had only enough energy to walk to the other edge of the village to a run-down tavern before collapsing at a table. I think I must have fallen unconscious for a moment before I heard the barmaid's voice.
“Can I get you something to eat, sera?”
I gorged myself on roasts and pies and huge frothing mugs of greef. As the fog of near fatal starvation began to lift, I looked up from my plate to see a gold-masked stranger looking at me, his vizard glowing by the blinding light of the moon through the window. He wore black leather armor and was a different physique and size from the man I had burgled, but I could tell he knew. I paid for my meal quickly and left.
I skirted the edge of the village, through a tiled central courtyard surrounded by the squalid peasant's cottages. There was not a light shining from any window or door. No one was on the streets. I could find no place to hide, so I took the road out of town, heading for the wilderness. Hunger had pushed me on in the days before, but now I felt what I imagined to be the whip of guilt. Or perhaps, even then, it was fear.
I fell twice, rushing down the dark path, unused to the slopes and pebbled texture. The sounds of animal life, which I had numbed to, were suddenly very loud in my ears. And there was something else out there in the night, something chasing me.
On the side of the road, there was a low wall, and I scrambled over it and hid. I knew enough about concealment to pick a spot where the bulwark sunk slightly so even if someone saw the outline of my figure, he would assume it to be part of the wall. It wasn't long before I heard the sound of running footsteps from more than one person pass me by and then stop. There was a moment of whispered conversation, and one of the people ran back on the path toward the village. Then, silence.
After a few more minutes, I peered out from behind the wall. A female figure in a dun gown, wimple, and veil stood in the road. On the other end of the road, blocking the way back to town, was a knight, coated in dark mail. I could see neither of their faces. For a moment, I froze, unsure whether either or both had seen me.
“Run,” said the woman in a dead voice.
The hill behind me was too steep, so I leapt over the wall and across the road in two bounds. Into the night forest I ran, the maddening jingle of the accursed gold in my pocket. I knew I was making so much noise my pursuers could not help but hear me, but now I cared more for putting distance between us than in stealth. Clouds of ash filtered through the moonlight, but I still knew it was too bright to hide. I ran and ran until I felt all my blood pumping in my head and heart, begging me to stop.
I was at the edge of the wood, on the other side of a shallow stream from a vast, crumbling house encircled by a rail fence. Behind me, running footfall in the broken, dusty earth. To the south, downstream, a distinct sodden splashing of someone moving nearer.
There was no choice. I half jumped and half fell into the mud and dragged myself up the bank on the other side. I rolled under the fence and ran through the open field toward the house. Jerking my head around, I saw seven shadowy figures by the fence posts. The cloaked man I had robbed. The man in the gold mask. The veiled woman. The dark knight. Three others too who had pursued me, but I had never seen. And I thought I was the stealthy one.
The moon was entirely hidden in a swarm of ash. Only the stars offered their meager illumination as I reached the open door of the ruin. I slammed and bolted the door behind me, but I knew there could be no protection for very long. As I looked about the ravaged interior of broken furniture, I searched for someone to hide. A corner, a niche where if I stayed very still, no one would see me.
A splintered table lying against the wall looked perfect for my purposes. I crawled under it, and jumped when something moved and I heard a frightened old man's voice.
“Who's there?”
“It's all right,” I whispered. “I'm not one of them.”
His puckered, gnarled hand reached out from the shadow and gripped my arm. Instantly, I felt sleep fall upon me, resist it as I might. The old man's horrible face, the face of the hungry dead, emerged as the moon came out and shone through the broken window. His talon still gripping me, I fell back, smelling his death surround me.
The table was thrown back. There stood the seven hunters and a dozen more. No, hunters they weren't. They were harriers who had chased me out of every hiding place, expertly pushing me to the lair of the real predator. He was weak with age, the old man was, not as good at the chase as once he was. A blunt, killing machine.
“Please,” I said. It was all I could muster.
Having enjoyed the sport I offered, he granted me mercy, of sorts. I was not bled dry. I was not cursed by being made one of them, the Berne. I was kept with others, most of us mad with fear, to be aged and tasted at the vampires' whim. We are called cattle.
I lost all hope months ago of ever leaving the dank cellar where they keep us. Even if this note finds its way to the outside world, I cannot give enough information about my whereabouts to be rescued, even if some champion were able to defeat the bloodsuckers. I only write this to keep my own sanity, and to warn others.
There is something worse than being hungry.
Being food.

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