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【书籍搬运】Kodlak's Journal 科德拉克的日记

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Kodlak's_Journal

科德拉克的日记

在梦里,我见到了从伊斯格拉莫开始的历代先驱传承。他们每个人都有幸进入了松嘉德,直到特菲格,他将我们带上了野兽之道。他试着想要进入松嘉德,但他还没到淳那里,就被一头大狼袭击了,把他拖进了赫希恩的猎场,赫希恩在那里开怀大笑,张开双臂迎接他。

特菲格似乎有些后悔,不过在他如野兽般度过一生以后,他也有些渴望追随赫希恩了。

之后我看到,后继的每一位先驱的归宿,都一致地从松嘉德变为了进入猎场。直到现在,终于到我了,而我看到伟大的淳站在朦胧的地平线上,对我发出召唤。这预示着我还有一次机会。在那之后,一位我从未见过的陌生面孔来到我的身边。当我看着<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>眼睛,我仿佛看见了面对拖走特菲格的那匹狼,<Alias.Pronoun=Player>和我一起拔出武器与之抗争。

我意识到,这只不过是一场梦,不过如此真实而有力的梦,也激励像我这样的人拿起笔把它写下来,它一定有其重要意义。

我把我的想法同战环的人们讲了,只是隐瞒了关于陌生人的那部分,免得斯克约尔疑心我今后不会听取他的意见,我也毫不惊讶他们会因这件事大受打击。斯克约尔和伊拉精于野兽之道,而且甚至如果可以选择的话,猎场看起来才是他们死后的最佳选择。

维尔卡斯看起来最为苦恼。战场上这个孩子就像一头剑齿猫一样凶猛,可是他的心灵之火有时却燃烧得过盛。他感到被欺骗了,我并不怪他。法卡斯不知道该想些什么,不过我相信他会站在我这边,他的兄弟最后也会的。他一直都是如此。

我不知道对于斯克约尔和伊拉我能做些什么。我知道他们对战友团和我都心存敬重,但他们比我们这些人对那血也更加接受和依赖。

好运在向我们微笑。昨天,维尔卡斯告诉我,他放弃他的变身是多么艰难的决定。双胞胎兄弟和我选择了不向兽血屈服,直到我们找到真正的治愈方法。对于我来说,是开了个好头,不过维尔卡斯却有些耿耿于怀。法卡斯看起来则完全没问题了。那孩子又一次让我领教到他的刚毅顽强。

维尔卡斯很容易相信别人,透过月瓦斯卡的影子,我看到一位新人走了过来,希望加入我们的队伍。那就是我梦中的陌生人,和我并肩战斗对抗野兽的人。维尔卡斯说话开始拐弯抹角,不想把我们内部的问题暴露给我们的客人,我也多加注意,免得把我们的秘密透露给新人,尽管我也没把我的梦境的细节告诉给过维尔卡斯。真不知道政客们每天是怎么处理这种小心眼儿的。

无论如何,我还是让维尔卡斯去测试一下新来的。我们要看看,<Alias.Pronoun=Player>到底是不是我梦到的那位强大战士。

这位新人,看起来是个好材料。<Alias.PronounCap=Player>自称叫做<Alias=Player>,<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>勇气已经给战环中的一些人留下深刻印象。我现在对于我梦中<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>地位仍然保留自己的意见。让我们拭目以待,看看<Alias.Pronoun=Player>会有什么样的命运,会对<Alias.PronounObj=Player>产生何种影响。

与此同时,我还在寻找净化血液的方法。这方面的著作和传说寥寥无几而且相互矛盾。我也不想在这件事上寻找任何巫师帮忙,不过我觉得他们恐怕是我所知道的唯一了解这些浩如烟海的知识的人了。

现在对我来说,很显然特菲格转变我们的选择,是大错特错的。魔法之类的东西不应存续在战友团的精神之中。我们会直面问题,而不需要这样的诡计。我唯一希望的,就是我能够在被腐朽侵蚀以前,将我们带回到伊斯格拉莫的正确道路上去。

<Alias=Player>依然让人印象深刻。我还不清楚,在血的问题上<Alias.Pronoun=Player>会站在哪一边,不过问题暂时还没有挑明。<Alias.PronounCap=Player>已经知道了我们身上流淌着兽血的事,并且表现出了一定的好奇。再过一段时间,我就能把我们的问题彻底说清了,我很期待到时<Alias.Pronoun=Player>能扮演什么样的角色。

我很惊讶,伊拉居然还以为她可以在这群酗酒的乌合之众当众保守住秘密。尤其在失去斯克约尔以后(我很心痛),群情激愤,理智之墙率先坍塌了。

显然,她和<Alias=Player>正在独自进行他俩与银手的单独的战争,为斯克约尔的死报仇。他们的心灵是高尚的,但复仇已经做得有些过火了,我怕如果他们不能遏制住怒火,有可能会招致反击。

<Alias=Player>很英勇,尽管,是在这种并不正大光明的时候。我们对此没有理由责备太多,这也使我深深后悔。我对<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>前途抱有很高期望,我意识到,梦中<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>出现,或许意味着已经选定了<Alias.PronounObj=Player>继我之后成为先驱。

我这一生很少做梦,不过当梦出现的时候,我还是学会了相信梦境。我还学会了相信内心的直觉,它告诉我<Alias=Player>可以继承战友团,就像住在月瓦斯卡的那些人一样,特别是在失去斯克约尔以后。伊拉过于孤僻,维尔卡斯则过于火暴,法卡斯心地太过善良。只有<Alias=Player>,站在了一个真正的战士应该站的位置,在这些冲动的心灵中间,还能保持冷静的头脑。

尽管如此,我还没有和<Alias.PronounObj=Player>说过这些。对于别人来说,这份担子实在太重了。我希望明年我和<Alias.Pronoun=Player>可以开始训导,到时我就将先驱的智慧传授下去。所有事情都要按部就班。首先,我会让<Alias.PronounPosObj=Player>协助,处理格伦莫瑞巫师的事情。看来寻找治愈我们的方法,离不开给那些当初诅咒我们的骗子一个理想而正义的制裁。

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Kodlak's Journal
by Kodlak Whitemane
The last writings of a Harbinger of the Companions


In my dream, I see the line of Harbingers start with Ysgramor. Each of them ascends to Sovngarde, until we come to Terrfyg, who first turned us to the ways of the beast. He tries to enter Sovngarde, but before he can even approach Tsun, he is set upon by a great wolf, who pulls him into theHunting Grounds, where Hircine laughs with welcoming arms.
Terrfyg seems regretful, but also eager to join Hircine after a lifetime of service as a beast.
Then I see every next Harbinger turn away from Sovngarde and enter the Hunting Grounds of their own accord. Until it comes to me, and I see great Tsun on the misty horizon, beckoning me. It appears I have a choice. And then, at my side, a stranger I had not seen before. As I look into <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> eyes, we turn to see the same wolf who dragged away Terrfyg, and <Alias.Pronoun=Player> and I draw weapons together.
I realize this is only a dream, but a strong enough dream to inspire a man like me to take to writing, so it must be of some import.

***
I've spoken of my thoughts to the Circle, withholding the part about the stranger lest Skjorworry I will no longer seek his counsel, and I was not surprised to see them torn by it. Skjor andAela are strong in the ways of the beast, and even seemed to suggest that the Hunting Grounds would be their choice of afterlife, if it were truly a choice.
Vilkas seemed most troubled. The boy is as fierce as a sabre cat in battle, but his heart's fire burns too brightly at times. He felt deceived, and I don't blame him. Farkas didn't know what to think, but I believe he will come around with me and his brother eventually. He usually does.
I don't know what to do about Skjor and Aela. I know they respect the Companions, and me, but they take to the blood more deeply than the rest of us.

***
Fortune smiles upon us. Yesterday, Vilkas was telling me how difficult it had been for him to give up his transformations. Until we can pursue a true cure, the twins and I have chosen not to give in to the beastblood. For me, it's provided a clearer head, but Vilkas seems to be suffering a bit for it. Farkas seems completely untroubled. That boy continues to amaze with his fortitude.
While Vilkas was confiding, through the shadows of Jorrvaskr, I saw a newcomer approach, who wished to join our numbers. It was the stranger from my dream, the one who would stand with me against the beast. Vilkas began speaking obliquely, not wishing to air our problems in front of our guest, and I had to be doubly cautious to not reveal anything of our secrets to the newcomer while also not revealing the details of my dream to Vilkas. I don't know how the politicians deal with these sorts of machinations daily.
In any case, I've sent Vilkas to test the newcomer. We'll see if <Alias.Pronoun=Player> is truly the great warrior I dreamt of.

***
This newcomer, it seems, is made of decent stock. <Alias.PronounCap=Player> calls <Alias.PronounRef=Player> <Alias=Player>, and has already impressed some of the Circle with <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> mettle. I still keep my own counsel on <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> place in my dream, for now. Let us see what kind of destiny <Alias.Pronoun=Player> is carving before hitching to <Alias.PronounObj=Player>.
In the meanwhile, I look for ways of cleansing my blood. The writings and legends on the subject are sparse and contradictory. I don't wish to engage any wizardry on this matter, but I fear they may be the only ones who best know how to navigate these worlds of knowledge.
It's apparent to me now that Terrfyg's choice to turn us was indeed a mistake. Magics and their ilk are not in keeping with the spirit of the Companions. We face our problems directly, without the needs of such trickery. I can only hope to guide us back to the true path of Ysgramor before the rot takes me.

***
<Alias=Player> continues to impress. I don't know yet where <Alias.Pronoun=Player> will stand on the question of the blood, but the question has not been presented yet. <Alias.PronounCap=Player> does know that we carry the beastblood, and appears curious about it. Soon enough, I can explain our troubles, and hopefully see what role <Alias.Pronoun=Player> will play.

***
I'm amazed that Aela thinks she can keep a secret among this drunken rabble. Especially with the loss of Skjor (my heart aches), emotions are fraying, and the walls of discretion are the first to fall.
Apparently she and <Alias=Player> are waging their own separate war against the Silver Hand, in retaliation for Skjor's death. Their hearts are noble, but the course of vengeance is running hot, and I fear the counterstroke that may come if they do not rein in their fury.
<Alias=Player> shows valor, though, even in this more underhanded time. We have not had cause to speak much, and that is something I deeply regret. I have high hopes for <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> destiny, as I realized that <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> appearance in my dream may indeed mark <Alias.PronounObj=Player> as the Harbinger to succeed me.
I have received few dreams over the course of my life, but when they come, I have learned to trust them. I have also learned to trust the instincts of my heart, which tells me that <Alias=Player> can carry the Companions [sic] legacy as truly as any residing in Jorrvaskr, especially with the loss of Skjor. Aela is too solitary, Vilkas too fiery, and Farkas too kind-hearted. Only <Alias=Player> stands as a true warrior who can keep a still mind amidst these burning hearts.
I will not speak to <Alias.PronounObj=Player> of any of this, though. It is too much to burden another with. My hope is that <Alias.Pronoun=Player> and I can keep counsel over the coming years, that I can impart the wisdom of the Harbingers. All things in time. Firstly, I will seek <Alias.PronounPosObj=Player> assistance in the matter of the witches of Glenmoril. It would appear that our path to the cure is not without some poetic justice for the tricksters who first cursed us.

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