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【书籍搬运】Lycanthropic Legends of Skyrim 天际的变兽人传说

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Lycanthropic Legends of 天际省/天际之地

by Lentulus Inventius, Order of the Horn

一份天际居民不愿意分享变兽人故事的记录

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我和其他人一样听到过一些谣传—天际的乡间充塞着各式各样的变兽人. 我曾经研究过一段时间的狼人, 并期望看看是否这些熊人的谣传是有确实根据的.由于我脆弱的体质我选择在更温暖的夏日进行这项研究.

很快发现的是此地的普通村民几乎毫无用处. 反之在赛瑞迪尔, 就是最年幼的儿童都能告诉你确实在附近栖息的动物群,这里我找到了可疑的“智者”叙述着独角兽与飞马的故事却把熊人的故事扔一边, 所以我没在谣传上下任何工夫.他们确实有避开熊人的传统(无疑是植物与仪式), 但是甚至曾现场看见过熊人这种事情都没人能出来证明下, 更别说拥有什么证物了. 每一个说有亲戚或者朋友见过的,当被追根刨底的时候, 这些故事就分崩离析了.

我并不打算完全贬低这些故事, 但是我必须下这样的结论,他们可能曾经不断广泛流传某种特别邪恶但是属于自然界的一种熊的故事.传说能说的活灵活现, 尤其是在包含部分真实的时候, 就象我们谈论的狼人威胁是虚构的一样. 我担心这样散布关于一种极可能是虚假的(或者至少稀有的)野兽的故事,人们会开始对真正野兽的威胁放松警惕. 但是如果天际的人民选择过原始的生活,在阴霾下尖叫的话,我不打算阻止他们.

这片大陆上的人狼是种难以理解的类型.至少在传说里的人狼是这样. 鉴于Nord人喜欢虚张声势天性,我原来以为在城市里会看见狼人皮挂墙上,狼人头插枪上,这类粗俗的展示品.相反,在开化的地方很少人谈论它们, 而我问的问题经常遇到紧张的凝视.

考虑到也许普通民众只是单纯比我在赛瑞迪尔的Nordic熟人那里得到的印象更懦弱一点,我去寻找那些被认为是拥有真正的勇气的人. 据称在Whiterun最无畏战士团, Companions,在我提及这个话题的时候面无血色,并要我离开.我原以为他们会更有勇气些, 并对所谓的英雄儿女会如此迅速的被故事吓到感到失望.

进入荒野, 远离城镇,我经常能找到猎人, 期望能讲些他们狩猎故事的人.最终通过他们中的一人 (一个可靠的Karsten Ham莫-Back) 我听到了在这个省第一个(不幸也是唯一的)可证实的狼人故事, 伴有皮与爪作为这次狩猎的证明. 就象我对找到一些当地的野兽的迹象感到兴奋一样, 他露出狂野,阴沉的目光并开始编造着某群狼人猎人的传说以及他们猎杀猎物的功勋. 我离开这个唾沫横飞胡言乱语的家伙继续我的旅程.

最终,我对我的天际之旅并无建树感到懊悔.如果他们培育的狼人妄想者与我们地区的那些不同并更强大这事是真实的话,他们倒是能证明自己是我们在瓦伦林地对抗鹰人入侵的强大的盟友.如果他们长的象我的朋友Gaelian断言的那样巨大与恐怖, 他们很快能威胁泰姆瑞尔内部. 当下一个夏日来临,我计划来这里研究下有翼侏儒这种更好一点的课题,这样我就能向议会提交份更合适的报告了.

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Lycanthropic Legends of Skyrim
by Lentulus Inventius, Order of the Horn
A recounting of the unwillingness of Skyrim's inhabitants to share stories of Lycanthropy


I had heard the same rumors as everyone else -- that the province of Skyrim was awash in various forms of Lycanthropy. I had studied werewolves for some time, and was keen to see if these rumors of werebears were actually substantiated. I elected to pursue these studies in the warmer summer months in deference to my fragile constitution.
One quickly finds that common villagers are of practically no use in this land. Whereas inCyrodiil, even the youngest child can tell you the true fauna that inhabit its environs, here I find alleged "wise men" recounting tales of unicorns and flying horses directly alongside their stories of werebears, so I don't put any stock in the rumors. They certainly have their traditions for warding off werebears (certain plants and ceremonies), but nobody can attest to even having seen one first-hand, much less possess any sort of artifact. Everyone has a cousin or a friend who saw one once, but when pressed, these stories fall apart.
I don't wish to completely discount these stories, but I also must conclude that they may have spun out of some wild retelling of a particularly vicious, but mundane, bear. Legends can take a life of their own, particularly when there are grains of truth, as here we have the very real threat of werewolves. I worry that by spreading stories of a potentially false (or at least rare) beast, people may begin to discount the threat that real beasts pose. But if Skyrim's people choose to lead a backwards life, shrieking at shadows and clouds, I will not stop them.
The werewolves of this land are a curious sort. At least the legends of them. Given the Nordflair for bravado, I had expected to see werewolf pelts lining walls in the cities, werewolf heads on pikes, that sort of gaudy show. Instead, few people in civilized society ever mentioned them, and my questions were usually met with nervous stares.
Thinking that perhaps the common folk were simply more cowardly than I had been lead to believe by my Nordic acquaintances in Cyrodiil, I sought out those known for actual bravery. The supposedly fearless warrior band of Whiterun, the Companions, lost all color when I broached the subject, and asked me to leave. I had thought better of them, and was disappointed at how quickly brave men and women can be intimidated by stories.
Pressing into the wilderness, away from any sort of settlement, I would often find hunters, willing to recount stories of their kills. It was finally through one of them (a certain Karsten Hammer-Back) that I heard my first (and unfortunately only) verifiable stories of werewolves in the province, accompanied by pelts and claws to prove the killing. Just as I was thrilling to finding some actual evidence of the local beasts, he got a wild, conspiratorial look in his eyes and began spinning tales of some band of werewolf hunters and their exploits in hunting down the creatures. I left him to mop his drool and continued my journeys.
In the end, I regret that my trip to Skyrim did not prove more productive. If it is indeed true that their breeds of lycanthropes are distinct from and more powerful than our local ones, they could prove to be powerful allies in our conflict against the influx of werevultures in Valenwood. If they have grown as great and terrible as my friend Gaelian asserts, they could soon threaten the interior of Tamriel. When the summer next crests, I plan to travel there for a better accounting of the winged cretins, so that I may make more fitting report to the council.

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