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The Stone in the Sword
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by Maithe Forsby-Wittue
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Once upon a time, in a far distant land, lived a beautiful princess. The princess was as kind and generous as she was beautiful. All throughout the realm adored her. In the same city there lived a humble ceramicist, Potts, who was occasionally asked to make special plates or vases for the King. His son, Jethro Potts, used to take these to the palace where he saw and fell in love with the princess. She treated him so kindly that he was sure his love must be reciprocated. Why else would such a great lady smile so favourably on one such as he? He did not chance to hope that they would marry. The disparity in their ranks was too great. He imagined instead they would meet often and stare longingly at each other and return happy in a shared emotion, and saddened by their inability to recognise it.
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Of course all this was his own delusion. The princess was the same to all she met and when it came to finding a husband she made her own choice and it was not him. At first Jethro did not believe what he heard. How could she go solo? But when the evidence of his own eyes could not be explained away in any other way his heart broke. He went wild with despair, fleeing the city and the realm and wandering as if in a daze until he came to Skyrim.
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In Skyrim the sea ruled and Jethro saw that by going to sea he would escape from the confines of land and his perfidious princess for ever. Shame and desperation now sustaining his very existence, he turned from the paths of light and goodness and became a corsair. He took as his name something more Nordic, cutting the ties to his past forever. Jethro Potts became Jethro the Red Eye. Overtime this was shortened to Jedd Red Eye and ultimately to the name by which he is remembered today.
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During one of his many raids he acquired the sword which later came also to bear his name. The sword was immensely powerful being totally immune to all forms of magic. But, as with all items that were super-human, it came at a cost. A single use of the sword was not a problem but any subsequent use absorbed the user's ability to make judgements - not unlike the sword Umbra. Jedd Eye became a killing machine rarely able to distinguish friend from foe.
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His habit of slaughtering his own crew at regular intervals made him turn at length to necromancy. From then on his black-sailed ship, the Jean-Luc Picard, became the terror of the seas. His voyages grew longer, his raids more daring. Nothing could stand in his way. The realm in which he had been brought up was annihilated. The King, his daughter and her husband, even Jethro's own family were slaughtered without mercy. It is very unlikely he even knew who they were. His reign of terror reached every part of Tamriel and beyond.
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The crew was immortal but Jedd Eye was not. As he grew old he began to suffer the infirmities that afflict us all. Some last vestige of reason remaining he saw that his life of a pirate must end or he would die the horrible death of drowning. He had watched so many drown he knew the terror in their eyes. That was not for him. And in this realisation something of the sword's power over him was destroyed. He ran his ship aground on a wild stretch of coast north of Anvil where the wreckage of the Jean-Luc Picard is found to this day and took to wandering from town to town. Although he had partly broken free of the sword, its power still tempted him like a siren's song. Many a time did he find himself imprisoned but only for affray. His aged frame no longer had the strength to lift the sword to kill.
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Dying amid the stench of human waste in the foetid castle dungeons of Cyrodiil was hardly a more enticing prospect than drowning. Jedd Eye saw his only hope would be to move away from the temptation of the sword by hiding himself from others. He became a hermit killing only beasts for food and clothing. And so, in the end, he died, his whereabouts unknown to all. He took with him to his grave the secret of the location of his sword.
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訳文
<font face=1><br><div align="center">
The Stone in the Sword
<br>
by Maithe Forsby-Wittue
<br>
<br><div align="left">
Once upon a time, in a far distant land, lived a beautiful princess. The princess was as kind and generous as she was beautiful. All throughout the realm adored her. In the same city there lived a humble ceramicist, Potts, who was occasionally asked to make special plates or vases for the King. His son, Jethro Potts, used to take these to the palace where he saw and fell in love with the princess. She treated him so kindly that he was sure his love must be reciprocated. Why else would such a great lady smile so favourably on one such as he? He did not chance to hope that they would marry. The disparity in their ranks was too great. He imagined instead they would meet often and stare longingly at each other and return happy in a shared emotion, and saddened by their inability to recognise it.
<p>
Of course all this was his own delusion. The princess was the same to all she met and when it came to finding a husband she made her own choice and it was not him. At first Jethro did not believe what he heard. How could she go solo? But when the evidence of his own eyes could not be explained away in any other way his heart broke. He went wild with despair, fleeing the city and the realm and wandering as if in a daze until he came to Skyrim.
<p>
In Skyrim the sea ruled and Jethro saw that by going to sea he would escape from the confines of land and his perfidious princess for ever. Shame and desperation now sustaining his very existence, he turned from the paths of light and goodness and became a corsair. He took as his name something more Nordic, cutting the ties to his past forever. Jethro Potts became Jethro the Red Eye. Overtime this was shortened to Jedd Red Eye and ultimately to the name by which he is remembered today.
<p>
During one of his many raids he acquired the sword which later came also to bear his name. The sword was immensely powerful being totally immune to all forms of magic. But, as with all items that were super-human, it came at a cost. A single use of the sword was not a problem but any subsequent use absorbed the user's ability to make judgements - not unlike the sword Umbra. Jedd Eye became a killing machine rarely able to distinguish friend from foe.
<p>
His habit of slaughtering his own crew at regular intervals made him turn at length to necromancy. From then on his black-sailed ship, the Jean-Luc Picard, became the terror of the seas. His voyages grew longer, his raids more daring. Nothing could stand in his way. The realm in which he had been brought up was annihilated. The King, his daughter and her husband, even Jethro's own family were slaughtered without mercy. It is very unlikely he even knew who they were. His reign of terror reached every part of Tamriel and beyond.
<p>
The crew was immortal but Jedd Eye was not. As he grew old he began to suffer the infirmities that afflict us all. Some last vestige of reason remaining he saw that his life of a pirate must end or he would die the horrible death of drowning. He had watched so many drown he knew the terror in their eyes. That was not for him. And in this realisation something of the sword's power over him was destroyed. He ran his ship aground on a wild stretch of coast north of Anvil where the wreckage of the Jean-Luc Picard is found to this day and took to wandering from town to town. Although he had partly broken free of the sword, its power still tempted him like a siren's song. Many a time did he find himself imprisoned but only for affray. His aged frame no longer had the strength to lift the sword to kill.
<p>
Dying amid the stench of human waste in the foetid castle dungeons of Cyrodiil was hardly a more enticing prospect than drowning. Jedd Eye saw his only hope would be to move away from the temptation of the sword by hiding himself from others. He became a hermit killing only beasts for food and clothing. And so, in the end, he died, his whereabouts unknown to all. He took with him to his grave the secret of the location of his sword.
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