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【书籍搬运】16 Accords of Madness, v. VI 16 疯狂纪事, v. VI

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原文:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:16_Accords_of_Madness,_v._VI
翻译:Loskit

湮灭地狱的疯狂之王子,以他一贯的骄傲和自负,来到了天际省/天际之地。在年中第五天,他立于天际省/天际之地极寒的群峰之间,召唤着赫希恩来进行一场竞技。狩猎之神于是现身,只因这一天乃是他的节日,却被希奥格拉丝的逗弄挑起了兴趣。

希奥格拉丝有着独一无二的奸猾,他将嬉笑的疯人、自大的戏子、和怯懦的恶棍都留在自己的领域中。这位疯狂之王子很乐于促成会让人血本无归的买卖,或者是造成毫无意义的流血牺牲,不为任何目的,仅仅是为了得到因他人的困惑、悲惨、以及愤怒带来的快感。于是,希奥格拉丝就此设立起了一座舞台,开始扮演起了赫希恩的对手。

这位娇羞的王子不紧不慢的向他的对手提议:两人要分别去培养一只猛兽,三年之后返回此地,一决胜负。赫希恩那可怖的面容毫无表情,仅是表示同意。二位王子扬起一阵雪雾,返回各自的领域,一切归为虚无。

赫希恩充满自信,心知希奥格拉丝乃狡猾之人,他在自己隐秘的领域中培育出一只恐怖的憎恶。他召唤了一只古老的迪德拉斯,以邪恶的变狼之诅咒加持。这只怪物有着污秽的内心以及锯齿之獠牙,给人一种无法言喻的恐怖,举世无双,甚至胜过赫希恩的sphere中那些最伟大的猎手们。

三年之后,在约定之时,赫希恩回到那约定之地,却见到希奥格拉丝翘着二郎腿靠坐在岩石之上,吹着清闲的口哨。猎狩之王子将长矛插入地面,牵上他那扭曲的巨兽,这只野兽咬牙切齿,发出低沉的怒吼。希奥格拉丝一如既往的狡黠,他摘下他的帽子,往一边闪开,隆重的推出了一只小小的、五彩缤纷的鸟儿。她在寒风中竖立起她的羽毛,认真的发出叽喳的叫声,声音勉强可辨。

那只迪德拉斯猛的一扑,将原本存在于那里的巨石碾成碎末。这只巨兽摆出一种胜利者的姿态,血盆大口咧出一个轻蔑的嘲笑。不过一段吟唱从明快的天空中传来,减弱了这种肃杀的氛围。小鸟轻盈的跳上了这只愤怒怪兽的鼻子。希奥格拉丝带着欢快的神情继续观察着,只见这只小鸟从巨兽那凶恶的双眼中轻轻的挑出了一只卡住的石子。怪兽发出愤怒的低吼,努力的想要把这只烦人的小玩意儿弄走,却最终把自己弄瞎了。这样的情况持续了数个小时,看到那原本威风八面的怪兽为了要追逐一只看似弱不禁风的小鸟而一点点的毁掉了自己,赫希恩面露难堪,而且这只小鸟也适时的发出了一种略带默哀意味的鸣叫。

落败的赫希恩大发雷霆,它烧掉了怪兽那残破的尸体,撤回了自己的领域之中,用遗忘之语咒骂这一切。他的诅咒直至今日依然笼罩着这片山峰,也因为此,这里的悬崖峭壁都长出了这种怨怒的外观,没有一个旅人胆敢逗留。希奥格拉丝站起身来,招呼自己的小鸟落在肩头,漫步走下山,向着阿贝希安 coast那温暖的微风和明媚的夕阳走去,对着自己那全泰姆瑞尔最小个头的冠军吹起他那走调的口哨。

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Sixteen Accords of Madness, v. VI
Hircine's Tale


Ever proud and boastful, Oblivion's Mad Prince stood one fifth day of mid year among the frigid peaks of Skyrim, and beckoned forth Hircine for parlay. The Huntsman God materialized, for this was his day, and the boldness of Sheogorath intrigued him.
Wry without equal, Sheogorath holds in his realm giggling loons, flamboyant auteurs, and craven mutilators. The Mad Prince will ply profitless bargains and promote senseless bloodshed for nothing more than the joy of another's confusion, tragedy, or rage. So it was that Sheogorath had set a stage on which to play himself as rival to Hircine.
Without haste, the coy Prince proffered his contest; each Prince was to groom a beast to meet at this place again, three years to the hour, and do fatal battle. Expressionless behind his fearsome countenance, Hircine agreed, and with naught but a dusting of snow in the drift, the Princes were gone to their realms.
Confident, but knowing Sheogorath for a trickster, Hircine secretly bred an abomination in his hidden realm. An ancient Daedroth he summoned, and imbued it with the foul curse of lycanthropy. Of pitch heart and jagged fang, the unspeakable horror had no peer, even among the great hunters of Hircine's sphere.
In the third year, on the given day, Hircine returned, where Sheogorath leaned, cross-legged on a stone, whistling with idle patience. The Prince of the Hunt struck his spear to the ground, bringing forth his unnatural, snarling behemoth. Doffing his cap, sly as ever, Sheogorath stood and stepped aside to reveal a tiny, colorful bird perched atop the stone. Demurely it chirped in the bristling gusts, scarcely audible.
In a twisted, springing heap, the Daedroth was upon the stone, leaving only rubble where the boulder had been. Thinking itself victorious, the monster's bloodied maw curled into a mock grin, when a subdued song drifted in the crisp air. The tiny bird lightly hopped along the snout of the furious Daedroth. Sheogorath looked on, quietly mirthful, as the diminutive creature picked at a bit of detritus caught in scales betwixt the fiery eyes of the larger beast. With howling fury, the were-thing blinded itself trying to pluck away the nuisance. And so it continued for hours, Hircine looking on in shame while his finest beast gradually destroyed itself in pursuit of the seemingly oblivious bird, all the while chirping a mournful tune to the lonesome range.
Livid, but beaten, Hircine burned the ragged corpse and withdrew to his realm, swearing in forgotten tongues. His curses still hang in those peaks, and no wayfarer tarries for fear of his wrathful aspect in those obscured heights.
Turning on his heel, Sheogorath beckoned the miniscule songbird to perch atop his shoulder, and strolled down the mountain, making for the warm breezes and vibrant sunsets of the Abecean coast, whistling in tune with the tiniest champion in Tamriel.

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