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*povssanniletter
**原文
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#pre{{{
<p>
Letter to Lemmy Attem from Anni Lynedye
<font face=5>
<p>
<br>
Well Lemmy, my old partner in just about everything, when you get this, I shall be dead.
<p>
I've not had a bad run. A bit shorter than I'd have liked but certainly it's been full. There can't be many who spent their first thirty years as one gender and the next thirty as the other. It's given me quite a perspective on the pros and cons of each. And we've both come across plenty of pros and cons in our time, whichever definition of the words you want to use!
<p>
I expect you're asking yourself why I'm contacting you from the 'beyond' as it were. Is it beyond you? It shouldn't be. It was your team I was a member of and so you had the responsibility for reforging the Tower key if it was ever needed. For that the whereabouts of my token should be of as much interest to you as to me. The trouble is, old friend, I came to this realisation too late.
<p>
I've never discovered anything as wrongly named as that token. The robe never concealed anything but revealed far too much. It made the wearer feel alive, vibrant, with an overwhelming need to experience the physical body to the full whether I was Dannie or Anni. As you know it led me into all sorts of awkward situations but that never registered while you were wearing the robe. Then you just wanted the 'fun' to keep on going.
<p>
Even I could see where it was going to lead. And when Lazare fell in love with me, I was Anni by then, I knew it was incumbent on me to clean up my act.
<p>
Yet the robe was still there with its permanent siren song 'put me on, experience the thrill of being a full woman again'. As long as I could put my hands on it, the call was irresistible. I did what I hoped would solve the problem. I placed the robe in a locked chest and hid the chest in the deepest darkest dungeon I could find.
<p>
It wasn't enough. I still knew where it was. And when it called I'd fight my way through the fires of Oblivion itself to get to it. I tried again. This time I locked the key to the chest in another chest and hid that in a dungeon as far from the first as I could go. And still it did not work. I did it again and again. How many times? I no longer know. More than four but not I think as many as ten. But it made no difference, for as long as I could remember the chain, I could reach the terrible robe.
<p>
Then I took the decision for my own safety as well as sanity and have doomed the team I fear from ever being able to recreate the key if it is needed. I arranged for a mage to wipe the knowledge from my mind.
<p>
I was not completely moronic. I knew that someone should know the location of each chest and so told a different man about one every time. I remember a little of the circumstances of choosing the first in the chain. In all the multiplicity of passionate couplings brought on by the robe, this man stood out by virtue of his - prowess. What was almost completely moronic was that I had my memory wiped after I had given the information to these men and so their names vanished too.
<p>
Only of the last, the man with prowess, do I remember anything at all. He was good at one thing only and he knew it. He had become so used to summoning women with a nod and a wink of his eye that it had become ingrained, an automatic gesture, a twitch every twenty minutes or so. I recollect that he never changed out of his night attire, for reasons I would say that are self apparent. And I seem to think that he had a name that was both appropriate and yet highly inappropriate. If only I could remember how.
<p>
That's all I recall. I'm really sorry about it, old friend, but it is too late to change now. I can't imagine you're going to want to wander the length and breadth of Cyrodiil looking for a man who permanently nods his head and winks his eye. The only small suggestion I can make is that he will certainly need to be around several women so he'll be in a city somewhere. I also suspect that the Imperial City itself might be a bit too much for him to cope with. He is after all a man and not a machine.
<p>
The key enclosed with this letter will open the last chest I hid. In it will be another key and information on the man who can help find the next link in the chain.
<p>
I am sorry to have caused so much hassle but I'll always be your loving friend and friendly lover,
<p>
Anni
<p>
<br>
}}}
**訳文
// 注意：訳文の部分は中括弧({と})が原文部分と異なり4つづつ。
#pre{{{{
<p>
Letter to Lemmy Attem from Anni Lynedye
<font face=5>
<p>
<br>
Well Lemmy, my old partner in just about everything, when you get this, I shall be dead.
<p>
I've not had a bad run. A bit shorter than I'd have liked but certainly it's been full. There can't be many who spent their first thirty years as one gender and the next thirty as the other. It's given me quite a perspective on the pros and cons of each. And we've both come across plenty of pros and cons in our time, whichever definition of the words you want to use!
<p>
I expect you're asking yourself why I'm contacting you from the 'beyond' as it were. Is it beyond you? It shouldn't be. It was your team I was a member of and so you had the responsibility for reforging the Tower key if it was ever needed. For that the whereabouts of my token should be of as much interest to you as to me. The trouble is, old friend, I came to this realisation too late.
<p>
I've never discovered anything as wrongly named as that token. The robe never concealed anything but revealed far too much. It made the wearer feel alive, vibrant, with an overwhelming need to experience the physical body to the full whether I was Dannie or Anni. As you know it led me into all sorts of awkward situations but that never registered while you were wearing the robe. Then you just wanted the 'fun' to keep on going.
<p>
Even I could see where it was going to lead. And when Lazare fell in love with me, I was Anni by then, I knew it was incumbent on me to clean up my act.
<p>
Yet the robe was still there with its permanent siren song 'put me on, experience the thrill of being a full woman again'. As long as I could put my hands on it, the call was irresistible. I did what I hoped would solve the problem. I placed the robe in a locked chest and hid the chest in the deepest darkest dungeon I could find.
<p>
It wasn't enough. I still knew where it was. And when it called I'd fight my way through the fires of Oblivion itself to get to it. I tried again. This time I locked the key to the chest in another chest and hid that in a dungeon as far from the first as I could go. And still it did not work. I did it again and again. How many times? I no longer know. More than four but not I think as many as ten. But it made no difference, for as long as I could remember the chain, I could reach the terrible robe.
<p>
Then I took the decision for my own safety as well as sanity and have doomed the team I fear from ever being able to recreate the key if it is needed. I arranged for a mage to wipe the knowledge from my mind.
<p>
I was not completely moronic. I knew that someone should know the location of each chest and so told a different man about one every time. I remember a little of the circumstances of choosing the first in the chain. In all the multiplicity of passionate couplings brought on by the robe, this man stood out by virtue of his - prowess. What was almost completely moronic was that I had my memory wiped after I had given the information to these men and so their names vanished too.
<p>
Only of the last, the man with prowess, do I remember anything at all. He was good at one thing only and he knew it. He had become so used to summoning women with a nod and a wink of his eye that it had become ingrained, an automatic gesture, a twitch every twenty minutes or so. I recollect that he never changed out of his night attire, for reasons I would say that are self apparent. And I seem to think that he had a name that was both appropriate and yet highly inappropriate. If only I could remember how.
<p>
That's all I recall. I'm really sorry about it, old friend, but it is too late to change now. I can't imagine you're going to want to wander the length and breadth of Cyrodiil looking for a man who permanently nods his head and winks his eye. The only small suggestion I can make is that he will certainly need to be around several women so he'll be in a city somewhere. I also suspect that the Imperial City itself might be a bit too much for him to cope with. He is after all a man and not a machine.
<p>
The key enclosed with this letter will open the last chest I hid. In it will be another key and information on the man who can help find the next link in the chain.
<p>
I am sorry to have caused so much hassle but I'll always be your loving friend and friendly lover,
<p>
Anni
<p>
<br>
}}}}
