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【书籍搬运】Cicero's Journal - Volume 3 西塞罗日记 卷三

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西塞罗日记 卷三

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第四纪元188年,日暮月23日

既然事情已经发生,我们最终还是要面对当下的形势-我们成了没有通神者的黑暗兄弟会。没有通神者,黑暗洗礼将不会被得知。相信夜之母会很快对某个人口述神谕的,从而选出一位新的通神者来取代Alisanne Dupre的位置。但是在那之前,我们必须走上街头。我们必须听到绝望和复仇的请求。绝不能让泰姆瑞尔的人们知道-永远不能-他们对夜之母的祈祷会被忽视。

第四纪元189年,晨星月24日

这是新的一年,夜之母来到Cheydinhal圣堂已经过去了两个月。夜之母仍然没有在我们中找到任何可担大任的人。

因此,拉夏决定恢复一项黑暗兄弟会古老的传统-任命Keeper-一名以保护夜之母遗体为唯一使命的护卫。黑暗之手的剩余成员将在明天晚上作出决定。

第四纪元189年,晨星月25日

我被选中了。在某些难以理解的命运转折中,黑暗之手任命我为夜之母的Keeper。说实话,我既觉得难以置信地光荣,又觉得深深地伤感。这意味着我再也不能接合同了。幸运地是我又可以再次拿起剑来。感谢拉夏,他允许我在担负起新的责任前再接最后一单合同。

第四纪元189年,晨星月30日

小丑躺着死去了。我最后的合同完成了。哦,之前他不停地笑啊笑啊,直到他再也笑不了了。

第四纪元189年,初种月3日

在适应Keeper的新角色方面,我做得还不错。我的职责不仅包括保持夜之母神殿的整洁,蜡烛长明不断,还要照料她的遗体。夜之母的地下室是一个神圣的地方-幕帘轻拂,远离阳光和上面的世界。离开那里,遗体将会如生命般肮脏腐烂。遗体被完美的保存着,这一点不仅要从物质层面上做到,更是要从精神层面上做到-遗体必须被经常性的圣化,这样他们才能继续作为夜之母灵魂的媒介发挥作用。我们主母的不朽灵魂会在虚空之境中自由穿行,但只有通过她在尘世的遗体,才能与通神者沟通。

所以,我每周都要用特制的油清洗遗体,吟诵古老的咒语,并且亲自检查有无任何虫害滋生。如果夜之母没有说话,那只是因为她不愿说,而不是因为她不能。这是我的职责。这是我的誓言。

第四纪元189年,年中月12日

日复一日,没有通神者。为什么夜之母不对我说话?我是一名称职的Keeper,但就不能当通神者吗?我保护我们的主母,保持她的神圣,但是她仍然不愿将她的声音恩赐于我吗?

公元189年,日高月4日

我深情地回想起我与小丑在一起的几个小时。他的笑声,他的尖叫,他可怜的哭喊。以及随着大限将至,他再一次的笑声。生亦何欢,死亦何乐。认识他是我的荣耀。

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Cicero's Journal - Volume 3
by Cicero
The personal chronicle of a Dark Brotherhood assassin


23rd of Sun's Dusk, 4E 188
Now that things have settled down, the reality of our situation has finally come to bear - we are aDark Brotherhood without a Listener. With no Listener, the Black Sacrament will go unheard. Surely the Night Mother will speak to someone soon, thus choosing a new Listener to take Alisanne Dupre's place. Until that happens, though, we must take to the streets. We must hear the pleas of the desperate and vengeful. The people of Tamriel must not know, must never know, that their prayers to the Night Mother are going unheeded.
24th of Morning Star, 4E 189
It is a new year, and two months since the Night Mother first arrived here at the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and still the Unholy Matron has not seen fit to speak to any one of us.
And so, Rasha has decided to revive an ancient Dark Brotherhood tradition - the appointing of a Keeper, a guardian whose sole duty is the safeguarding of the Night Mother's remains. The remaining members of the Black Hand will make their decision tomorrow.
25th of Morning Star, 4E 189
I have been chosen. By some incomprehensible twist of fate, the Black Hand has named me the Night Mother's Keeper. In all honesty, I am both incredibly honored and deeply saddened. This means the end of my contracts. I'll be lucky to lift a blade again. Thankfully, Rasha has promised me one final contract before I accept my new duties.
30th of Morning Star, 4E 189.
The jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed. Until he didn't.
3rd of First Seed, 4E 189
I have settled well into my new role as Keeper. It is my duty to not only keep the Night Mother's shrine clean, and the candles lit, but to tend to the body as well. The Night Mother's crypt was a consecrated place - shroud-kissed, absent of sunlight, and safe from the world above. Removed from there, the remains are subject to the filth and corruption of the living. The body is perfectly preserved, so the concern is not physical, but rather spiritual - the remains must be sanctified regularly, so that they may continue to serve as a conduit for the Night Mother's soul. Our Matron's eternal spirit may travel the Void freely, but it is through her own earthly remains that she communicates with the Listener.
And so, I wash the corpse weekly with the requisite oils, recite the ancient incantations, and personally see to the extermination of any insects or rodents. If the Night Mother does not speak, it will be because she chooses not to - not because she is unable. This is my responsibility. This is my vow.
12th of Mid Year, 4E 189
Months and months and months and no Listener. Why won't the Night Mother speak to me? I am worthy as Keeper, but not as Listener? I protect our Lady, keep her sanctified, but still she will not grace me with her voice?
4th of Sun's Height, 4E 189
So long since I worked my blade. So long since I saved a soul. But I am now Keeper. No longer a taker.
I think back fondly on my hours with the jester. His laughter, his screams, his pitiful cries. And then, as the end drew near, his laughter once more. Merry in death as well as life. I was honored to know him.

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