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【书籍搬运】Songs of the Return, Vol 7 归来之歌 卷7

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Songs_of_the_Return,_Vol_7

月瓦斯卡传奇

翻译:花溪流萤

当凶恶的精灵被逐回穷山恶水之间的城市,萨瑟尔再次宣示重回人类怀抱之际,伟大伊斯格拉莫转过身去,酣畅淋漓的发出战吼,声音震颤五湖四海。五百英豪的幸存者一面为胜利欢欣鼓舞,一面为逝去同伴黯然神伤。据说,他们的吼声远达阿特莫拉大陆冰冷的绿色海畔,剩余祖先明白现在正是跨海前往开辟新大陆的良机(精灵被赶跑了,可以移民鸟)。

回声渐渐消逝,一切重归沉寂,众人纷纷看向伊斯格拉莫,等待这位承载乌斯拉德赐福的男人下达下一个命令。心潮澎湃的伊斯格拉莫,指示众人继续征伐,狡诈的精灵们必须为自己的阴谋(突袭萨瑟尔)自食恶果,血债血偿。

“继续向前”他咆哮着。“攻入大陆腹地。将卑鄙的精灵们从怠惰的巢穴中轰出。逼迫他们世代为奴,苦役终生。唯此方能令他们反省对人类以德报怨乃是何等罪行。切莫心慈手软!想想他们当初怎么对待我们。”(我们伟大先驱发号施令之时,尚未理解双蛇谶语,其会亡于勘破自身命理之前,此乃天命。)

听完这些,队长们就地散开招齐所部。他们宣布,从今而后,吾等将继续征讨。让每艘战舰均能劈波斩棘,向着太阳探寻自身命运。是夜,众人举办了一场盛大欢宴,五百勇士(为了缅怀萨瑟尔战役牺牲同伴,他们仍然沿袭这一名称)重诵战友誓言,吾等皆兄弟姐妹,愿为坚盾,共结一心,誓死捍卫阿特莫拉。共同使命令他们的命运紧紧维系在一起。

当东方泛起晨曦,伊斯格拉莫的500勇士亦整装待发,踏上征程。搭乘战舰穿越礁石满布的波涛,杂木从生的险滩。

第一支从远征中脱颖而出的是由伊斯格拉莫最亲密战友组成的月瓦斯卡小队,队长由少时便享此美誉的河之伊科担任。在翻新战舰之时,他找来Menro和Manwe两人帮忙,两人对跨洋渡海的腐蚀阿特莫拉原木早已厌倦(所以令船焕然一新?)。他们之中脾气最暴躁的人是Tysnal(他改过名字),以及他永不低头的双胞胎兄弟兼战友Terr。当然,这支队伍同时还有其他成员—行者Meksim,Brunl(以(甩手)off-hand武器战斗),以及微笑Yust。他们均对Jeek宣誓效忠,他们一路朝向日光未曾播撒的阴影前进。

一行一路南下,或徒步或驭兽。戮尽沿途所见每一精灵,具体战斗细节已不可考。只是小队从未有过战斗减员,皆因众人骁勇善战,智勇兼备。

某日,日落黄昏,前哨“小个” Jonder爬上山顶侦查,映入眼帘的是浩瀚无匹的莽原以及一座大鸟石碑,鸟眼及鸟喙均燃有熊熊火焰,当随行众人登上山顶之后,面对眼前壮丽景色,恐惧感却油然而生,视线之内竟然没有精灵部落。

“这很反常”Kluwe走过低头沉思的Loate身旁说道。“这片土地还不够富饶?你们这些贪婪入骨的坏精灵,为何不加开采利用?”他想从精灵俘虏(一路上俘获甚多)口中寻求答案。然而即便是俘虏们也只能面朝谷地瞠目结舌,无从答起。从他们望着生翼巨像恐惧的眼神以及咿呀乱语中,月瓦斯卡的战士方才明白这座神像的历史远在精灵之前。究竟是谁从巨岩中开凿这块石雕,早已不得而知,然而显而易见,其必得自与奈恩同寿的悠远魔力,乃是众神肢解洛克汗时运用神力为尘世提供的庇护所。

这些月瓦斯卡队员,我们离经叛道的人类先驱,根本无惧任何(精灵)神灵和传说。并且,精灵崇敬之物,我偏据为己有。随后,Menro 和Manwe再次开始劳作,曾经搭载他们漂洋过海的船只被拆卸,来自阿特莫拉的船木成为了山谷的地基和城围,众人不断开垦这片谷地以作领地,直到终老于此。

以上即是这座白河环绕的伟大城市建设伊始,伊斯格拉莫的挚爱战友,500勇士中22人为之奠基。

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Songs of the Return
Volume 7
The Tale of the Jorrvaskr
Part of the traditional legend of Ysgramor and his Five Hundred Companions


When at last the rightful claim of Saarthal had been retaken, driving the murderous elves back to their lofty cities, did great Ysgramor turn and let loose the fearsome war cry that echoed across all the oceans. The Five Hundred who yet stood joined in the ovation for the victory and the lament for their fallen peers. It was said to be heard on the distant and chilling green shores ofAtmora, and the ancestors knew their time had come to cross the seas.
As the reverberations echoed out and drowned to silence, all looked to Ysgramor, who bore the blessed Wuuthrad, for his next commandment. With his lungs that bellowed forth the fury of humanity, he bade them to continue their march, that the devious Mer might know the terror they had brought on themselves with their trickery.
"Go forth," he roared. "Into the belly of this new land. Drive the wretched from their palaces of idleness. Oblige them to squalor and toil, that they would see their betrayals as the all-sin against our kind. Give no quarter. Show no kindness. For they would not give nor show you the same." (Our great forebear gave this order as he did not yet understand the prophecy of the Twin Snakes, that he would be fated to die before seeing the true destiny of his line.)
Hearing this, the Circle of Captains gathered each their crews unto themselves. From here, they decreed, we will go forth. Let each ship's band make its own way, seeking their fates to the open sun. A night spent in feasting, the Oath of the Companions was sworn anew, with each of the Five Hundred (so they still named their count, in honor of the shields that were broken at Saarthal) swearing to act as Shield-Brother and Shield-Sister to any of the Atmoran line were their fates to ever again entwine.
As the red hands of dawn stretched from the east, so broke the Five Hundred Companions of Ysgramor, setting about their journeys, sailing now across the land with waves of stone and crests of trees flowing under their footed hulls.
The first to break from the grounded fleet was the crew of the Jorrvaskr, who had been formed of Ysgramor's closest friends. Their captain was known as Jeek of the River, so called by the Harbinger himself from their youths passed in glory. When assembling their glistening hull, he sought out the labors of Menro and Manwe, who now bore the native timbers across this new land ofTamriel. Among their fiercest were Tysnal (Who Was Twice-Named), and Terr, his twin and Shield-Brother whose girth was never spoken of to his face. There were others, too, in their band -- Meksim the Walker, Brunl (Who Fought with his Off-Hand), and Yust the Smiler. These and others were sworn to Jeek, and they pushed forth into the shadows where yet the sun had not reached.
Southwards they went, by beast and by foot. Elves they found, though none remain to tell what those battles entailed. The numbers of the Jorrvaskr never faltered, so shrewd were they in battle, with minds as sharp as their blades.
Once, as the sun beat from its high-home, Jonder the Tiny, the one who ran ahead, came over the hill to tell what was seen. Amidst a vast plain his eyes had met a monument of a bird, whose eyes and beak were opened in flame. When his brothers and sisters crested the hill, they too saw its glory, but they were afraid for no elven settlement could be seen to the horizon.
"But this is not seemly," said Kluwe, who went by Loate when hiding his face. "Is not this wide land fit for harvest? Why have not the elves, vile to their core, seen to exploit and tame it?" They asked of their elven captives (for they had many) what they found unfit about these plains. Yet even the captives who still bore their tongues could say nothing of the valley. They looked with fear at the winged colossus, and from their babblings did the warriors of the Jorrvaskr learn that it was older than even the elves themselves. Of those who wrought it solid from its mother-stone, nothing could be said, but it was known to drive a magic almost as old as Nirn itself, some remnant of the gods' efforts to render a paradise in Mundus before the shattering of Lorkhan.
This first of many, this crew of the Jorrvaskr, heathens and ancestors to us all, feared no stories or gods. Indeed, if there was something the elves feared, they would have it for their own. Thus began the labors, once more, of Menro and Manwe, whose eager hands again laid to the Atmoran wood which had born them all across the sea, and what was their ship became their shelter as this valley became their purview until the end of all their days.
Thus began the building of the Great City, circled by the running of the White River, as brought forth by these beloved of Ysgramor, yet but twenty-two of the glorious Five Hundred Companions.

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