翻译的一片关于上古卷轴的Lore，每段以一个小故事的形式呈现出来，趣味性很强，也许是许久没有读过童话和寓言了吧，大家可以闲来无事作为睡前读物看看。以后会陆陆续续的出【泰姆瑞尔的历史】系列，不定期更新哦。这篇是个人最喜欢的小故事，关于盗贼的...

基于黑夜女神在盗贼中的地位，偷走黑夜女神的随身物品毫无疑问是盗贼行业中最高的成就。尽管夜神诅咒任何戴上这个兜帽的凡人都会瞬间被历史遗忘；灰斗篷，这个曾经属于黑夜女神的物品，已经被作为盗贼的战利品反复失窃。斗篷之中绣有“汝藏于暗影”的字样，现在作为崇拜夜神的盗贼公会的箴言流传至今。不需多言，虽然最有可能被伪造，但是灰斗篷已经成为传奇之物，以显示盗贼盗取夜神圣物的历史之悠久。

灰斗篷第一次被盗取的故事要从一个小女孩讲起，这个小贼曾经一度潜入老贼的家里，但是被发现了。但是，她自称不是来偷东西的，她是来拜师学艺的。小贼偷东西的目的不是为了财富和谋生。她是真正爱偷东西，喜欢偷东西时的那种紧张和刺激。正是这个想法，后来害死了她。她嘲笑老贼，讽刺他配不上这么高的声誉。

之后，小贼就从老贼的视线中消失了，悄无声息地，小贼回到了自己租的，旧的要垮掉的旅店房间。当她进门的那一刹那，她惊诧地发现，老贼正在黑暗的角落里等她。他展示了他如何在她不知情的时候将她搞定。然后，他强调了：分散注意力对盗贼而言在任何时候，比任何技巧都要有效。可是，小贼还是很不服气，对老贼的说法将信将疑。当老贼告诉她他们的计划时，她所有的疑虑消除了，似乎老贼的声誉还是蛮可靠的。因为他们一老一小两个贼，要去偷黑夜女神的随身物品。

在一个被黑夜诅咒的、伸手不见五指的夜晚，十七名身着白袍的巫师聚集在树下进行召唤夜神的仪式。正当他们咏唱之际，照亮他们的光瞬间改变了，所有颜色退去，世间一片灰白。当光暗淡下来后，夜神在黑暗的簇拥中浮现。巫师们大声地呼啸着，跪倒在夜神的面前。夜神露出了满意的微笑，陶醉于巫师们的赞美中，夜神褪去了她的斗篷，赤身裸体地浮在巫师们的面前。

在树的那一边，小贼靠着阴影的掩护下靠近了那被脱掉的斗篷。当她的手指近的几乎能触到夜神的身体时，她对于她正在做的事情仍然心生敬畏。但是总有不对劲的地方。她的师傅在哪儿呢？老贼难道让她独立完成这项任务吗？这个想法在她脑海中一闪而过。刹那间，她一个不留意，被发现了。魔神大怒，口中声声咝鸣着要查出这个小女孩的来历。

在持续不断的寒冷的侵袭下，小女孩奄奄一息。在她的弥留之际，这个小贼突然意识到，夜神的斗篷不见了！小贼猫傻笑着，终于意识到她的老师做了什么事情。“世间唯一能超越任何技巧和天赋的就是让目标分神。”（The only thing better than talent and skill, was a distraction.）

而她，就是用来让目标分神的。

这就是黑夜的故事，至于光明的故事，改天再讲吧~

以上故事是Shoody Cast整理，张小鼎同学翻译的the Elder Scroll Lore Series，以后如果有机会，还会为大家带来其他故事

最后附上本人辛苦整理的英文原文：

The Elder Scroll Lore Stories:

Due to the Daedric Prince’s amongthieves, there is no doubts that the greatest accomplishment a thief can aspireto is to steal the personal items of Nocturnal herself. The Gray Cowl oncebelonged to the Daedric Prince, and has been repeatedly stolen as a trophy,despite the fact that the Lady Shadow laid a curse upon it: Anyone who wearsthe Cowl of Nocturnal is immediately forgotten by history. Inside the hood ofthe cowl is inscribed the words “Shadow Hide You”, which has become the mantrafor the Thieves Guild, who continue to worship Nocturnal despite her relativeindifference. Needless to say, the Cowl has become the stuff of legend,although most likely fabricated, illustrates the lengths thieves will go to inorder to possess Nocturnal’s artifacts.

It is the story of a young girl, a thiefand a capable once at that, who had been discovered in the home of a masterthief. She had come not to steal, she claimed, but to learn from him, The youngburglar stolen not for need or even want, but solely for the love of stealing,for the thrill and exhilaration of the theft itself. It was a trait that wouldlead her to her demise. She scoffed at the master thief, and mocked him for notliving up to his reputation before disappearing from sight. Moving swiftly andsilently, she made her way back to the room she had bought in a rundown oldtavern. When she entered, she was shocked to find the Master Thief was waitingfor her in the darkness of her empty room. He showed her the method he had usedto overtake her without her knowing. He emphasized the fact that thedistraction would always be the most powerful tool in any thief’s array oftalents, no matter how skilled. But the young burglar challenged him, still dubiousof the man and his reputation. When he told her what he had planned for them,all her doubts evaporated. It seems his reputation for daring had not beenexaggerated after all. The two thieves, master and apprentice, were going tosteal that which cannot be stolen. They were going to steal the nocturnalherself. On a dark and ominous night, seventeen white robed witches gatheredaround a tree to perform a ritual summoning. As they sang the lightilluminating them changed, and the color went out of all things that could beseen. As the light left the world, Nocturnal stepped out of theall-encompassing darkness. The witches wailed loudly and knelt before theDaedric Lord would smile, pleased with their song. Nocturnal shed her clock ofnight and stood naked before her witches who still moaned their devotion to herwith all their might. From the tree, the young burglar reached for the cast offcloak of shadow, still in awe of what is was her attempting she was attemptingeven as her fingertips were close enough to touch the Daedric Prince herself.But something was wrong. Where was her master? Had he meant for her to make thetheft all on her own?! Thoughts raced through her head. Sidetracked, her focusslipped for just a fraction of a moment and she was found out. Hissing with ragethe Daedric Lord demanded to know who this girl was. The breath left the girl'slungs in a shudder as the everlasting coldness engulfed her. In the scantseconds she had left before her demise, the young burglar noticed that the cowlof Nocturnal was gone! With an amused smirk she finally understood what hermaster had done. The only thing better than talent and skill, was adistraction, and she was the distraction.

If the Nocturnal is the embodiment of dark night, the next Daedric Prince is the embodiment of light, as for her is a story for another day.

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