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【书籍搬运】Incident at Necrom 奈克罗姆事件

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Incident_at_Necrom

作者:Jonquilla Bothe

翻译:花溪流萤

“情况大抵如此”Phlaxith说道,他的脸庞如同雕像般棱角分明,果敢坚毅。“每个人都了解,城西的墓园已被不洁之物占据相当长的年月。人们早已接受这个事实。他们日间匆匆埋葬自己的亲人,并赶在两轮月亮升起,邪恶降临前离去。现今,墓园里落于恶灵之手的受害者不过是些蠢蛋和不明就里的外地人罢了。”

“这么说,最好的解决方案就是将这些不洁之物通通诛除咯” Nitrah冷笑道,这是一位高大的中年女人,有着冷酷的眼神和刻薄的嘴唇。“解决这一事件后,我们从哪里领取佣金?”

“神庙。墓园周围最近准备重建一座新神庙,他们亟需将当地的不洁之物祛除。他们已经发出悬赏,当我接下这个任务时,他们还提醒我(此举很危险)最好募集一批伙伴协同行动,之后再行分金。以上就是我召集大家至此的原因。因为我听说,Nitrah,你是晨风最好的剑士。”

Nitrah对自己“听说的最佳”露出一丝不快笑容。

“而你,Osmic,是位著名窃贼,从未失手入狱。”

这位秃顶男人起初还想结结巴巴的想要否认这项指控,(不过不久)转而咧嘴笑道:“我可以把你们带到任何想去的地方。但是接下来,还得看你们的,我可不是什么战斗专家。”

“我和Nitrah搞不定的事情,我保证Massitha都会处理得很好。”Phlaxith转向队伍第四位成员说道。“她是一位相当出众的女巫,拥有强大魔力以及技巧。”

Massitha有着一张小圆脸,眼睛睁得大大的,一脸纯真模样。(这幅萌样)本就令Nitrah 和Osmic心存怀疑,尤其是注意到她在Phlaxith对墓园盘踞不洁之物现状陈述过程中所表现出的惊恐之后,两人更是一脸狐疑的盯着她看。毫无疑问,她从来未曾面对人类和精灵之外的对手。两人心想,如果她都能活下来,那才叫见鬼。

当四人组傍晚时分向墓地移动之时,两人开始不失时机的挖苦这位新队友。

“吸血鬼乃是污秽之物,”Nitrah说道。“你要知道,周身布满传染性疾病。西方传说认为,他们会无差别的对人类施以诅咒,同时还会传播其他疾病。本地的吸血鬼并没有西方传说那样可怕,但是仍不要对其威胁掉以轻心。我听说你学过一些治疗法术,如若我们受伤,你能否为我们进行治疗?”

“我是略有涉猎,但我不是治疗师” Massitha怯懦道

“这么说,你是战斗法师?”Osmic问道

“近距离的话,我大概能造成一点杀伤,但是我同样不精于此道。我比较擅长幻术魔法。”

Nitrah 和Osmic只是面面相觑,对 Massitha所讲置若罔闻,因为此时他们已经抵达墓地入口。前方的断壁残垣中鬼影绰绰,一条小径沿着层层叠叠的杂乱坟堆绵延而上。此处并非迷宫;虽有坟茔星罗密布,但是墓碑寥寥,视野尚佳。视野尽头是一座赛瑞迪尔勋爵的墓穴,始建于第二纪元,虽略有异国风格,但仍和本地其余黑暗精灵坟冢相当契合,共同营造出浓郁的腐朽氛围。

“这种流派的实用性令人惊讶,”Massitha仍然自顾自的说道。“你要知道,幻术专注于改变我们对事物的认知,而非其物理构造。足可欺骗人的感官,譬如,投射黑暗,隐匿空气种的声音和味道。还可以—”

未等说完,一只红发吸血鬼女人从黑暗中跳出,瞬间便来到了他们面前,并向Phlaxith后背扑去。Nitrah的剑迅速出鞘,但是Massitha抢先一步。只见她手轻轻一挥,吸血鬼便被冻结,再也无法前进分毫,此时她的爪尖距离Phlaxith的喉咙只有数寸之遥。Phlaxith连忙抽出自己的剑,将其斩杀。

“这就是幻术?”Osmic问道

“完全正确”Massitha笑道。“我并没有改变吸血鬼的身体构造,只是剥夺了她移动的能力。我说的没错吧,这种法术相当实用。”

四人缘小径而上,来到了墓室的大门前。Osmic撬开门锁,并将淬毒陷阱排除。女巫祭起一道亮光投入甬道之中,意图驱逐黑暗并将里面的居民(吸血鬼)赶出。下一个瞬间,两只吸血鬼就迅速出现在他们面前,在嗜血的狂暴之力下咆哮着,尖叫着。

战斗正式打响,两只吸血鬼倒下之后之后立即就有援军顶上。他们都是具有强大力量和持久力的战斗大师,但是在Massitha的麻痹法术和Phlaxith同Nitrah 剑术的帮助下最终还是杀出一条血路,最后就连Osmic都投入了战斗。

“他们真是疯狂,”战斗结束后,Massitha回过神来喘气道,

“Quarra,乃是吸血鬼家族中最为骁勇善战的一族”Phlaxith说道“我们必须将他们斩草除根。”

深入墓穴之后,队伍猎杀了更多数量的吸血鬼。尽管它们看上去形态各异,但是共性在于均依靠自己的蛮力和尖爪进行攻击,并无发现存在其他更为聪明的(攻击)方式。当四人探索清理完墓室的每个角落之后,开始返回地表,此时距离天亮只剩一个小时。

四周再也没有疯狂的咆哮和尖叫。前路上也再也没有吸血鬼冲出。热而吸血鬼王的最后突袭就在这种风平浪静的环境下遽然发生。

这只古老生物一直在等待,直到四位冒险家差不多走出墓穴正在愉快的交流分发赏金事宜之际才突然发难。在此之前,他仔细的甄选出谁会是自己的最大威胁,随后将目标锁定在女巫身上。若非Phlaxith对身后风声有所留意,女孩可能在发出尖叫之前就已经被撕成碎片。

吸血鬼将Massitha撞到一块石头上,紧接着爪子扒向她的后背,但是被Phlaxith击过来的剑挡了下来。吸血鬼熟练的避过攻击,残忍的将剑士的手臂连根撕下,Osmic 和Nitrah 随后加入战团,但是发现己方毫无胜算。直到 鲜血淋漓,极度虚弱的Massitha从身后的岩石中回过神来,战局才发生根本性的逆转。她向吸血鬼掷出了一团火球,暴怒的吸血鬼立即回头前来对付她,因此身后留下了破绽,Nitrah抓住空当,挥剑斩下了血鬼的头颅。

“正如你先前所言,你果然对毁灭系法术略知一二,”Nitrah惊魂未定的说道

“我还懂一些治疗术”她虚弱的说道。“但是我无法救活Phlaxith。”

放眼望去,剑士正静静的倒在他们面前,鲜血浸湿了地上的尘土。随后三人在曦光中,踏上了返回奈克洛姆的路,一路无言。Massitha觉得自己背部的痛楚愈来愈强随后开始出现全身麻木。

所以甫一抵达城市,她便说道:“我需要去找个医生,看看我是否染上了什么疾病”

那就明天早上在飞蛾与火焰会面吧”Nitrah说道。“我们先去神庙领取赏金,明天我们一起分金。”

三个小时之后,Osmic 和Nitrah坐在客栈的房间中,高兴的将所获佣金数了一遍又一遍,即使3等分,数量同样颇为可观。

“如果医生治愈不了Massitha那该多好?”Osmic痴痴的想着,“毕竟有些疾病潜藏的很深。”

“你听到大厅中有声音传来么?”Nitrah警觉的问道,但是四下查探,外面连半个人影都没有。随后她返回房间,将身后的门带上之后说。“我敢肯定,如果治疗及时,Massitha 肯定能够活下来。但是我们可以今夜就带着金子离开。”

“让我们去为我们可怜的女巫干最后一杯,”Osmic说着拉起Nitrah离开房间,前往楼下的酒肆。

Nitrah 大笑道,“她的那些幻术对于追踪我们的行踪并不像她反复强调的那样有用。麻痹术啦,奥术,沉默术啦,没有施法目标,一点用处都没有。”

随后他们关上了身后的门,走下楼去。

隐身术,同样是种幻术,”虚空之中响起了Massitha的声音。桌上的金子腾空而起,并随后消失在她的钱包之中。门再次打开,复又关上。此后便重归寂静, 直到数分钟后,Osmic和Nitrah重新回到房间。

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Incident in Necrom
by Jonquilla Bothe
A story about an illusionist


“The situation simply is this,” said Phlaxith, his face as chiseled and resolute as any statue. “Everyone knows that the cemetery west of the city is haunted by some malevolent beings, and has been for many years now. The people have come to accept it. They bury their dead by daylight, and are away before Masser and Secunda have risen and the evil comes forth. The only victims to fall prey to the devils within are the very stupid and the outsiders.”
“It sounds like a natural solution to filtering out the undesirables then,” laughed Nitrah, a tall, middle-aged woman with cold eyes and thin lips. “Where is the gold in saving them?”
“From the Temple. They're re-opening a new monastery near the cemetery, and they need the land cleansed of evil. They're offering a fortune, so I accepted the assignment with the caveat that I could assemble my own team to split the reward. That's why I've sought you each out. From what I've heard, you, Nitrah, are the best bladesman in Morrowind.”
Nitrah smiled her unpleasant best.
“And you, Osmic, are a renowned burglar, though never once imprisoned.”
The bald-pated young man stammered as if to refute the charges, before grinning back, “I'll get you in where you need to go. But then it's up to you to do what you need to do. I'm no combatter.”
“Anything Nitrah and I can't handle, I'm sure Massitha will prove her mettle,” Phlaxith said, turning to the fourth member of the party. “She comes on very good references as a sorceress of great power and skill.”
Massitha was the picture of innocence, round-faced and wide-eyed. Nitrah and Osmic looked at her uncertainly, particularly watching her fearful expressions as Phlaxith described the nature of the creatures haunting the cemetery. It was obvious she had never faced any adversary other than man and mer before. If she survived, they thought to themselves, it would be very surprising.
As the foursome trudged toward the graveyard at dusk, they took the opportunity to quiz their new teammate.
Vampires are filthy creatures,” said Nitrah. “Disease-ridden, you know. They say off to the west, they'll indiscriminately pass on their curse together with a number of other afflictions. They don't do that here so much, but still you don't want to leave their wounds untreated. I take it you know something of the spells of Restoration if one of us gets bit?”
“I know a little, but I'm no Healer,” said Massitha meekly.
“More of a Battlemage?” asked Osmic.
“I can do a little damage if I'm really close, but I'm not very good at that either. I'm more of an illusionist, technically.”
Nitrah and Osmic looked at one another with naked concern as they reached the gates of the graveyard. There were moving shadows, stray specters among the wrack and ruins, crumbled paths stacked on top of crumbled paths. It wasn't a maze of a place; it could have been any dilapidated graveyard but even without looking at the tombstones, it did have one very noticeable feature. Filling the horizon was the mausoleum of a minor Cyrodilic official from the 2nd Era, slightly exotic but still harmonizing with the Dunmer graves in a complimentary style called decay.
“It's a surprisingly useful School,” whispered Massitha defensively. “You see, it's all concerned with magicka's ability to alter the perception of objects without changing their physical compositions. Removing sensual data, for example, to cast darkness or remove sound or smell from the air. It can help by--”
A red-haired vampire woman leapt out of the shadows in front of them, knocking Phlaxith on his back. Nitrah quickly unsheathed her sword, but Massitha was faster. With a wave of her hand, the creature stopped, frozen, her jaws scant inches from Phlaxith's throat. Phlaxith pulled out his own blade and finished her off.
“That's illusion?” asked Osmic.
“Certainly,” smiled Massitha. “Nothing changed in the vampire's form, except its ability to move. Like I said, it's a very useful School.”
The four climbed up over the paths to the front gateway to the crypt. Osmic snapped the lock and disassembled the poison trap. The sorceress cast a wave of light down the dust-choked corridors, banishing the shadows and drawing the inhabitants out. Almost immediately they were set on by a pair of vampires, howling and screaming in a frenzy of bloodlust.
The battle was joined, so no sooner were the first two vampires felled than their reinforcements attacked. They were mighty warriors of uncanny strength and endurance, but Massitha's paralysis spell and the weaponry of Phlaxith and Nitrah clove through their ranks. Even Osmic aided the battle.
“They're crazy,” gasped Massitha when the fight finally ended and she could catch her breath.
Quarra, the most savage of the vampire bloodlines,” said Phlaxith. “We have to find and exterminate each and every one.”
Delving into the crypts, the group hounded out more of the creatures. Though they varied in appearance, each seemed to rely on their strength and claws for attacking, and subtlety did not seem to be the style of any. When the entire mausoleum had been searched and every creature within destroyed, the four finally made their way to the surface. It was only an hour until sunrise.
There was no frenzied scream or howl. Nothing rushed forward towards them. The final attack when it happened was so unlike the others that the questors were taken utterly by surprise.
The ancient creature waited until the four were almost out of the cemetery, talking amiably, making plans for spending their share of the reward. He judged carefully who would be the greatest threat, and then launched himself at the sorceress. Had Phlaxith not turned his attention back from the gate, she would have been ripped to shreds before she had a chance to scream.
The vampire knocked Massitha across a stone, its claws raking across her back, but stopped its assault in order to block a blow from Phlaxith's sword. It accomplished this maneuver in its own brutal way, by tearing the warrior's arm from its socket. Osmic and Nitrah set on it, but they found themselves in a losing battle. Only when Massitha had pulled herself back up from behind the pile of rocks, weak and bleeding, that the fight turned. She cast a magickal ball of flame at the creature, which so enraged it that it turned back to her. Nitrah saw her opening and took it, beheading the vampire with a stroke of her sword.
“So you do know some spells of destruction, like you said,” said Nitrah.
“And a few spells of healing too,” she said weakly. “But I can't save Phlaxith.”
The warrior died in the bloodied dust before them. The three were quiet as they traveled across the dawn-lit countryside back toward Necrom. Massitha felt the throb of pain on her back intensify as they walked and then a gradual numbness like ice spread through her body.
“I need to go to a healer and see if I've been diseased,” she said as they reached the city.
“Meet us at the Moth and Fire tomorrow morning,” said Nitrah. “We'll go to the Temple and get our reward and split it there.”
Three hours later, Osmic and Nitrah sat in their room at the tavern, happily counting and recounting the gold marks. Split three ways, it was a very comfortable sum.
“What if the healers can't do anything for Massitha?” smiled Osmic dreamily. “Some diseases can be insidious.”
“Did you hear something in the hall?” asked Nitrah quickly, but when she looked, there was no one there. She returned, shutting the door behind her. “I'm sure Massitha will survive if she went straight to the healer. But we could leave tonight with the gold.”
“Let's have one last drink to our poor sorceress,” said Osmic, leading Nitrah out of the room toward the stairs down.
Nitrah laughed. “Those spells of illusion won't help her track us down, as useful as she keeps saying they are. Paralysis, light, silence -- not so good when you don't know where to look.”
They closed the door behind them.
“Invisibility is another spell of illusion,” said Massitha's disembodied voice. The gold on the table rose in the air and vanished from sight as she slipped it into her purse. The door again opened and closed, and all was silent until Osmic and Nitrah returned a few minutes later.

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