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<BR>Myths and Legends:
<br>Volume 6
<br> by Draskal Ratden
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-Foreword-
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These collected volumes are the result of my travels throughout Tamriel, where I have spent my life listening to the many wonderful myths and legends that are abundant throughout our magnificent world. Though I am no adventurer, I truly do believe many of these stories are based on fact, though how much of them is true and how much the fantastical elaboration of imagination, I cannot say, for I am just another conduit through which they shall live.
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Argonians are quite possibly the least understood people of all the various men and mer of Tamriel. Their traditions and cultural beliefs remain a mystery to everyone but their own people. Even less is known about their legends and mythology, for the people of the root are distrustful to anyone not of their own kin. However, being the curious scholar that I am, I was able to come into the possession of such a story, a tale of the secrets of Black Marsh and the vengeful passion they harbor.
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- Hides-In-Shadow -
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Somewhere an animal howled in the night, sending chilling tendrils of terror up the man's spine as he ran blindly into the shadows, fleeing a greater darkness. He could feel the dreadful aura of his pursuer closing in behind him, permeating the thick air of the damp forest and exuding a dismal sense of consternation, the alarming apprehension of which chilled his very soul.
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Stumbling through the dark forest, the nameless and soon to be forgotten man fled from this frightful demon, knowing nothing of its nature or motives except for the raw enmity he could feel flowing from its tall, shadow-laden form, a rancorous and malevolent presence whose malcontent towards him was almost tangible.
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Had the man known from what he was fleeing, perhaps he would have simply ceased his useless attempt at salvation and spent the last seconds of his life praying to the gods for mercy, for the cold clutch of death was at his heels.
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Looking back, the man caught a brief, terror-filled glimpse of his pursuer, a dark creature garbed in exotic armor that was as black as night when surrounded by darkness, but now, with the faint moonlight streaming down upon it through the dense foliage, shone brightly with an amber glow through which peered an image of Oblivion itself.
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This atramentous apparition carried with it a large pole arm known simply as Herleif, a twisted, organic staff to which was attached a beautifully crafted and deceptively resplendent blade cast completely out of the rarely seen resin of the Hist Trees of Argonia.
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As he kept running, the shadow pursuing him growing ever closer, the man tripped over a large, decrepit log, tumbling to the moist ground in a tangle of limbs and fear. He tried to get back up and keep running, but an icy wave of trepidation swept over him, and he knew it was too late.
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Looking back one last time, his final vision was that of the chillingly dark form, halberd held high over its head in preparation, its eyes glaring at him with the fiery malice of eternal hate.
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Silently, the elegant weapon descended, its auburn blade slicing cleanly through its mark, spilling the rubicund treasure of the man's blood onto the dark ground. "One more joins those in the void," whispered a quiet voice in the shadows, "and so revenge draws ever closer."
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This draconian demon, now unknown to the world by all but its shadow, had once had two names. Okan-Ru was the name of its past, given to him at an early age in his native tongue. But now he was Hides-In-Shadow, a name that perfectly suited what he had become through his actions, a name he laughed at when thinking of his past.
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Wiping clean Herleif, he returned to his mount and rode west, leaving the swamps of his homeland and entering the fringes of Cyrodil, just east of Leyawin, towards his final burden, a cavern named for the colorful rocks forming it. Here he would finally find the solace of fulfilling his revenge and the peace he hoped it would bring.
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Inside the damp cavern, which had now become a gathering place for bandits, was a small band of four Dunmer slave traders who laughed and reminisced about nostalgic memories from their past, clueless to the revenant of vengeance that came to them now because of those very memories. The leader of these elves was named Dedaves Ralen, the ringleader and most cruel member of these slave trading bandits, who had destroyed countless lives and innumerable families without regret.
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At the moment he was recalling a particular Argonian child, a small girl whose pitiful eyes had been imprinted in his mind, laughing about how he never knew a lizard could could cry so much. She was so weak and useless, he couldn't even remember why he had taken her, as she certainly would not be able to serve his clients sufficiently. The group laughed sadistically, not noticing as a dark figure crept silently into the cavern, swiftly maneuvering its way through the flickering shadows produced by their crackling campfire.
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The jovial mood was ruined as one of the men fell over screaming, a large carmine gash running across his back, revealing a tall Argonian warrior standing behind him, garbed in black armor, a now bloody halberd in hand, fiery red eyes staring back at them with burning fury.
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The other two men tried to run, knowing who was standing so close to them, but the warrior was blocking the exit of the cavern. With a swift and fluid movement, he spun Herleif in two wide arcs, and the two dark elves fell to the floor with a spray of crimson. As the figure approached him, Ralen recognized the monster, the fiery eyes recalling memories of that weeping Argonian girl, their resemblance to the reaper in front of him unquestionable.
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As the figure raised its weapon, Ralen spoke, knowing the Argonian sought revenge. "I cannot rectify what I did to you, but if you will take your vengeance now, do so without doubt or remorse. Do not carry your hate forever, lest it will ruin the brief peace you feel from killing me."
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As the figure hesitated, clearly not prepared for his victim's acceptance, Ralen took advantage of the pause and swung at the Argonian with his small mace. But the blow never hit, for the warrior quickly stepped to the side, parrying the blow with his halberd, sending Ralen reeling off balance. Ralen tried to spin around and hit the Argonian again, but again his weapon glanced off the halberd.
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The Argonian twisted his weapon in a beautifully practiced spiral, sending Ralen's mace flying, and slashed Ralen across his shoulder. As Ralen fell back in pain, he looked up to see the vengeful warrior holding the halberd high above its head, ready to strike.
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"Peace," whispered the Argonian, "I expect never again to know the comforts of. But your death will at least provide peace to those whose lives you would have ruined." Ralen tried to release a scream, but the halberd descended too quickly, its amber blade slicing through his flesh with an eerie silence.
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Okan-Ru turned and walked away, pausing at the exit to take one last look at the terminus of his revenge, taking comfort in knowing no other father would ever have to watch that man carry their child away from them, and the thought brought with it the peace he had been searching for.
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A memory returned to him of the day when he had felt so blessed to have received such a great token from the Hist, a token he would treasure forever and someday pass on to his daughter. Though it had never reached her hands, it had now at least given her something she deserved.
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Okan-Ru was never heard from again, I suspect because he had found the peace he wanted. It is interesting to note the sentimental value the weapon had for Okan-Ru concerning his daughter. Perhaps, then, Okan-Ru left Herleif there as his last tribute to his lost daughter, an eternal testament to the crimes of men and the perpetual struggle of repentance. Peace, it seems, is something that can never last so long as men live.
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The wide land of Cyrodil is rich in culture, with an abundance of myths and legends compiled from the extensive histories of each of its various peoples. In the seaside city of Anvil, which sees plenty of travel from people going in and out of the province, there are many interwoven stories and fantastical tales of heroes and buried treasures, one of which, though strange, I found quite interesting. This is a story of a poor beggar, a noble warrior, a great beast, and lucky misfortune.
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- Alluvium Affluence -
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Centuries ago in Anvil there lived a poverty-stricken beggar. His proper name was Leon Lovidicus, though to the populace of the town he was known as Leon the Luckless.
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His was a sad tale, filled with perpetual bad luck and a coinciding series of unfortunate occurrences that left the once respected ship captain broken and septimless.
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Without honor, money, or respect, Leon understandably became somewhat of a nefarious character, a sort of one of-a-kind pick-pocketing pirate who everyone detested yet was so pitied that they simply could not cast him out or lock him up.<br><br>
One early morning a ship arrived from the mountainous province of High Rock, carrying with it various oddities and trinkets. Riding amidst its cargo was a group of four Orcish warriors, equipped with strange, shining armor and beautifully exotic weaponry. They were a traveling band of treasure hunters who had apparently come across a map which pointed to treasure near Anvil.
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Hatching some deluded scheme to regain his life, Leon promptly attempted to pick pocket their leader, one Vutkul gro-Malog, a giant Orc with combat-hardened muscles.
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As he was hardly a professional thief and his quarry a battle-learned warrior, Leon was caught immediately. But Vuktul, being the honorable and noble warrior that he was, pitied the unfortunate man who would stoop so low as to steal and saw potential rather than despair in his ragged life.
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Rather than turn him over to the authorities, Vutkul offered a proposal to the poor beggar. Rather than squander his life away performing misdeeds, Leon could accompany the Orcs on their journey, helping them carry equipment and perform menial tasks, and, in return, they would give him a small percentage of their earnings which he could use to get his life back on track.
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Naive and hopeful as he was, Leon saw this as his one chance to rid himself of his horrible nickname and the poverty that accompanied it, and jumped at the kind offer.
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After being introduced to the other members of the group, only one of which Leon could properly pronounce the name of, the small band left immediately, following the road north of Anvil.
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The sun had just begun to light the sky with golden light when they reached their first marker, a small cavern known as Hrota Cave on a hill east of the road. Though they had only been trekking for a half hour, Leon was already quite tired from carrying the massive amount of gear they had strapped to him, but he was too ashamed to mention his fatigue to any of his muscular companions as they turned north west, veering off the road and into the Colovian Highlands.
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It was a good two hours of steady hiking through the arduous countryside dotted with spiny plants and large boulders before they reached another turning point. Leon let out an awed gasp, for the hazy sea stretching lazily to the azure horizon greeting his tired eyes as he mounted the hill behind his companions.
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Coming to a stop next to them and panting, he was relieved to hear one of the other Orcs, one Wogort gro-Nagorm, a relatively small and seemingly compassionate Orc who wielded a giant hammer, request a brief rest break.
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As he sat there on the flat hilltop overlooking the serene ocean, the fresh smell of seawater attributing a calm to the mid-morning air, Leon listened to the harsh cawing of some nearby crows, which circled indifferently high above this haven of peace, their black feathers reflecting the golden sunlight as if to signify Leon's renewal of hope.
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Though he had lived his entire life in Anvil and had once been the captain of a small merchant vessel, Leon had never actually taken the time to simply observe the sea in all its peaceful beauty, and now that he had, he was convinced that he would spend the rest of his life trying to procure a home in this very spot so he could respect it forevermore.
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Leon was snapped out of his tranquil revelation by one of the Orcs shaking him, motioning towards the others who had already started moving northwards, walking along the coast.
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As they hiked along the relaxing beach, Leon remarked upon his life, the three-hour's journey providing him plenty of time to wheedle the desire for change into his mind.
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For too long he had squandered away the best years of he life, wallowing in his wretched self pity, awaiting some miracle that would save him, and, now that it had appeared, he was determined to ensure it did indeed do just that.
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It was noon when they reached what Leon presumed was the next landmark, a small Ayleid ruin perched peacefully upon a hill overlooking the ocean, but they simply continued north passed it rather than stopping.
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A little while after passing the ruin, they reached a small peninsula which jutted haphazardly into the sea before them, forming a small gulf to their north.
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Signifying that they should change course here, Vutkul led them onwards, making his way east, back into the rocky terrain. As they began climbing a steep, grassy hill, Leon glanced back forlornly, reluctant to leave behind the ocean and the calm it had brought him, but he realized if the Orcs were successful in finding treasure at their destination, he would have more than enough money to purchase a home to live happily there for the rest of his days.
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The sky was beginning to get dark, though they still had at least four good hours of sunlight left, when the group reached their next destination. As they reached the top of the hill, the Orcs let out an ecstatic yell and ran down to the small valley where there was a large statue of some Daedric prince.
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Slowly descending down the hill, Leon was confused when he found the Orcs each kneeling in front of the statue, each one silent as they revered the god. After waiting for a few moments, Vitkul got up and walked over to Leon, who was sitting in the dirt contemplating his recent revelation.
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"This is an ancient statue of our patron deity, Mauloch, or Malacath as you likely know him. The map showed that there was a Daedra statue on our way, but we had no idea that it would be of our god. Surely this is a good sign for our trip," explained Vitkul, turning back and rejoining the others as he spoke. "Allow us a few more moments to offer our praise, and then we will continue onward."
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Once each of the Orcs had finished praying to the god, the group continued, changing their course northeast and traveling once again through the rocky terrain of the Colovian Highlands. Leon was simply glad they had no more steep hills to climb, for this was by far the longest part of their journey.
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As they hiked, parallel to the Brema River according to Wogort, the Orcs told stories and reminisced of their other adventures, keeping Leon entertained on the long journey.
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Slowly the sun began to descend from its golden zenith in the sky, tainting the hills with tranquil violet shadows and bringing a new calm to the dry terrain.
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Shortly after the sun has gone down, the ruin where the map had led them came into view, the only significant piece of its architecture a strange statue rising from the hallowed ground, depicting an elvish hero holding a sword .
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Despite Leon's wishes to continue into the ruin immediately, the Orcs were stubborn in their decision to make a camp slightly south west of the ruin and get a good night's rest before entering the ancient ruin.
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After a restless night of anticipation, they set off again, quickly arriving at the eerie ruin. After stumbling around in confusion for a few moments, they discovered that the entry was beneath ground, at the end of a small stairway which spiraled around the strange statue. And thus they descended into gloom.
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Leon had never before been within an Ayleid ruin, and he was certainly not prepared for the sudden change in mood. Within the dank, dismal dungeon, Leon suddenly felt all of his new hope depart, as if with the pale sunlight streaming through the door, which was cut off abruptly as the Orcs closed the doors behind them.
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But, unable to convey his fears to the brave warriors, Leon followed them as they crept into the depths of the dungeon, the long flights of stairs only adding to his accumulating trepidation.
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Finally emerging into the main chamber, Leon let out an astounded gasp, for he was suddenly standing in a massive room, empty but for a giant pillar rising from the ground to the hazy ceiling.
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He suddenly wished that he had not, for a loud roar emulated from a chamber behind the obscuring pillar in retaliation to him disturbing of the serenely creepy silence. The ground thumped, the walls shook, the pillar trembled. It was as if an earthquake were happening within the ruin.
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The roar came again, and a massive, dark figure emerged from the shadows behind the pillar, causing Leon to gasp once again. The Orcs immediately readied their weapons and charged towards the beast without hesitation.
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With one swipe of its massive forearm, the creature sent the two Orcs whose names Leon could not remember flying, their bodies striking the walls with resounding thuds.
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Wogort, raising his massive hammer high over his head, smashed the heavy weapon into the beast's great leg, producing a dry crack as the monster's skin shattered into jagged fragments, as if it were made of stone. With another roar, the creature knocked Wogort across the room with its massive fists, his body and hammer falling near Leon.
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With an enraged yell, Vitkul plunged his long sword straight into where the heart of the beast should have been, leaving it there, lodged within the creatures hide as he jumped away, narrowly avoiding a crushing blow. But he was not safe from danger, for the beast was truly angry now.
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With another deafening roar, it sent a bright ball of magic flying at Vitkul, who was unable to avoid the projectile in time. As his body crumpled to the ground, Leon suddenly realized with dry disdain that he was alone.
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Grasping Wogort's hammer from where he lay nearby, Leon ducked through the gloom, unsure why he was moving towards the monster rather than fleeing as he should have. But bravery was finally on his side, and, though he did not know it, so was luck.
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Sneaking up behind the beast, which was still bellowing at Vitkul, Leon raised his hammer to bring it down on the creature's exposed back. Just as he was about to strike, Wogort sputtered from behind him, and the beast spun around with another harsh roar.
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Without thinking, Leon swung with all his might, knowing his blow could not possible slay the monster and that he would be dead with one flail of the creature's arms.
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But, for perhaps the first time in his life, he had a change of luck. The hammer, with all the force of Leon's hope, struck the hilt of Vitkul's sword, which was still lodged in the beast's chest.
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The resulting effect really was like an earthquake, for the great monster's body suddenly erupted in stone fragments, which fell to the ground around Leon. As the beast splintered into pieces, light erupted from every crack of its body and enveloped the room.
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Dropping the hammer, Leon fell back and covered his eyes. When the light subsided, the creature and the weapons were gone. In their place was a single metallic hammer, shining brilliantly even in the gloom.
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As he grasped his prize, Leon was shocked when he heard a loud gasp from behind him. Spinning around, his face lit up with wonder when he saw Wogort standing before an open chest, he face lit with golden sparkles reflecting off countless pieces of treasure.
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And so Leon's luck was restored, for Wogort kept the promise Vitkul had made, and Leon was given a share of the riches, as well as allowed to keep the hammer.
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While the other two Orcs perished, it is unclear whether or not Vitkul survived, for, though records indicate a family of Orcs living in poverty in Anvil with the name gro-Malog, the story does not give further mention of his fate. As for Wogort, he supposedly returned to High Rock with his riches.
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As historians may note, in year 399 of the Third Era, an Orc by the name of Gortwog gro-Nagorm constructed a new city where Orsinium once stood. Perhaps he is a descendant of Wogort who used his ancestor's treasure to build a future for his people, though this tale is likely nothing more than a fanciful attempt to explain the unknown.
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As for Leon, as the story goes, he once again became Leon Lovidicus and, using his new found wealth, had a house built in the very spot he has chosen in his journey. He supposedly spoke often of his hammer, and it was never seen again when he died.
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His burial place is now unknown, but, if there is any truth to be found in the story, perhaps the first clue will begin not in his burial place, but that of the beast who created the weapon.
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<BR>Myths and Legends:
<br>Volume 6
<br> by Draskal Ratden
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-序文-
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母なる世界は数多の素晴しき神話や伝説に満ちている。私はこれまで生涯をかけてTamriel中を巡り、それらを聞き集めて来た。ここに連なる一連の書物は、いわばその集大成である。私は冒険家ではないが、これらの物語が事実に基づいたものであると信じている。私は物語に命を吹き込む為のパイプ役でしかない。どこまでが真実でどこまでが空想の産物かなど、語るのもおこがましい事だろう。br><br>
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Tamriel全土のmen種とmer種の中でも、Argonianほど世間の理解が乏しい種族はいないかも知れない。彼らの伝統や文化的習俗は謎で、実態を知るのは彼ら自身のみである。身内以外に心を開かない事もあり、彼らの文化における神話や伝説について知り得る情報もわずかなのだ。そうは言っても私は好奇心旺盛な学者である。どうにかしてようやくそんな逸話の一つを得る事に成功した。それはBack Marshの秘密として知られる一つの復讐の物語であった。
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獣の遠吠えが響く夜の事。その男は身も凍るような恐怖に背中を押され、闇の中をひた走っていた。逃げなければもっと大きな闇に飲まれてしまう。追跡者の恐ろしい気配が背後に迫る。湿潤な森の重たい空気に自らの焦りと心細さが重なって、まるで生きた心地がしない。<br>
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何度もつまづきながら、男は暗い森を走った。名も無く、いずれすぐに世から忘れ去られる運命。彼は理解していた。自分を追う悪魔には純然たる敵意しか無いのだという事を。影に覆われた長身の悪魔の姿はまるで憎しみと災厄の権化のように感じられ、その矛先が自分に向いている事も明白であった。
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彼は、自分が何から逃げているのかを知っていた。もう無駄なあがきを止め、人生最後の数秒間を神々への祈りに当てて赦しを請うべき時であった。死神の冷たい手は、もうかかとまで届こうとしていた。
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男がふり返り恐る恐る追跡者を一瞥すると、それは異国風の鎧を身にまとっていた。鎧は黒く闇夜の中では見分けがつかず、木の葉の間から微かな月光が射し込むと、琥珀色の輝きを放った。その様子はOblivionを思い起こさせた。
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追跡者の得物はHerleifと言い、捻じれた木製の長柄にArgonia原産のHist樹液製の刀身が美しく輝いていた。
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男は走り続けたが、影はますます近づいて来た。瞬間、男は大きな朽木に足を取られ、湿った地面にひっくり返った。枝に絡めとられ、恐怖にも絡めとられた。彼は再び立ち上がって逃げようと試みたが、身も凍るような戦慄が後ろから押し寄せた為に出来なかった。そして、もう手遅れなのだと悟った。
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最後に振り返った彼の眼に焼きついたのは、目前の影がまさに斧槍を振り下ろさんとする姿と、その永劫の憎しみに燃える眼光であった。
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武器は静かに振り下ろされた。赤褐色の刃が作る切断面は美しく、吹きこぼれた血は暗い地面にしたたり落ちた。そして暗がりの中、静かな声が言った。[Quote]また一人虚無に還った[Quote][Quote]復讐の時は近い[Quote]
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今でこそ正体不明の悪魔として知られる彼だが、かつて他の名前で呼ばれていた事がある。それは幼少の頃、故郷の言葉で付けられたOkan-Ruという名前であった。しかし今の彼はHides-In-Shadowであった。彼の過去を知っていれば噴き出してしまうような名前であるが、これまでの行動を振り返ると実に的確な命名だと言わざるを得ない。
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Herleifを綺麗に拭き取ると、彼は馬にまたがり西に走った。故郷の湿地を離れ、Cyrodil国境へ。向かうはLeyawinの真東。最終目的地は色とりどりの岩から名前を取った洞窟であった。そこで復讐は達成され、安堵と平穏がもたらされるはずであった。
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賊は4人のDunmerからなる小規模な奴隷商人集団であった。彼らは湿った洞窟で思い出話に花を咲かせており、まさにその思い出の為に復讐者の影が迫って来ている事に全く気付かなかった。リーダーはDedaves Ralenと言う非常に残酷な男であり、奴隷商人集団の首謀者として、これまで数えきれない程の命を躊躇いもなく奪ってきた。
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ちょうどその時DedavesはあるArgonianの哀れな少女の事を思い出していた。彼女に会うまでトカゲの類が人並みに泣ける事など知らず、思い出すたびに笑いがこみ上げてくるのであった。少女は貧弱で、奴隷にしても役に立たぬであろう事は承知の上であったのに、どうしてさらって来たのか自分でも覚えていなかった。サディスティックな嘲笑が響く中、誰一人として暗い影が洞窟の中に素早く忍び込むのに気付く者はいなかった。それは燃えさかる焚き火の影がちらつく中、巧みに進路を取って進んでいた。
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メンバーの一人が絶叫を上げて打ち倒され、その場の陽気な雰囲気は一変した。背中の傷は紅く深く、背後には漆黒の鎧に身を包んだArgonianの戦士が憤怒の形相で立ちはだかっていた。手にしたハルバードは新しい血で染められていた。
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敵の正体を知り、近くにいたもう2人の男は逃走を試みたが、Argonianの戦士は洞窟の出口に立ちふさがった。流れるような動きでHerleifを二閃すると、2人のdark elfは真っ赤な血を噴き出し床に倒れ伏した。敵の影が近づく。Ralenは怪物の正体に薄々勘付いていた。その怒りに燃えた双眸はあの時泣いていたArgonianの少女を思い起こさせ、狩人の正体はもはや疑う余地が無かった。
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武器が振り上げられた。このArgonianの復讐の意図を知り、Ralenは言った。[Quote]俺がお前にした仕打ちは今さら取り返しがつく物じゃない。今すぐ復讐を遂げたいのなら一思いに殺せ。さもないとお前はきっと憎しみに駆られて一生穏やかな気持ちでいられなくなるぞ。[Quote]
武器が振り上げられた。このArgonianの復讐の意図を知り、Ralenは言った。[Quote]俺がお前にした仕打ちは今さら取り返しがつく物じゃない。今すぐ復讐を遂げたいのなら一思いに殺せ。さもないとお前はきっと憎しみに駆られて一生平穏な気持ちでいられなくなるぞ。[Quote]
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仇のあまりの無抵抗さに明らかに戸惑い、復讐者は手を止めた。その隙を見るや、Ralenは手にした小型のメイスで敵のArgonianに殴りかかった。しかしArgonianの戦士が素早く横に飛び退きハルバードで受け流したので、攻撃は決して当たらず、Ralenはバランスを崩した。彼は振り返って再度Argonianへの攻撃を試みたが、ハルバードはそれをも弾き返した。
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The Argonian twisted his weapon in a beautifully practiced spiral（らせん運動）, sending Ralen's mace flying（はじき飛ばして）, and slashed（斬り付けた） Ralen across his shoulder（肩越しに）. As Ralen fell back in pain, he looked up to see（顔を上げて〜を見る） the vengeful warrior holding the halberd high above its head, ready to strike.
彼の武器が美しい螺旋を描くたびにメイスは弾き飛ばされ、ついにRalenは肩越しに斬り付けられた。背中の痛みを堪えつつ見上げると、復讐の戦士が頭上高くにハルバードを振り上げ、まさに振り下ろさんとしていた。
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"Peace," whispered the Argonian, "I expect never again to know the comforts of（平和な暮らしなど二度と出来はしないと知っている）. But your death will at least provide peace to those whose lives you would have ruined（少なくともお前が壊した命に対しては平穏を与える事が出来るだろう）." Ralen tried to release a scream（叫び声を上げようと）, but the halberd descended too quickly, its amber blade（琥珀の刃） slicing through his flesh with an eerie silence（薄気味の悪いor不気味な沈黙）.
[Quote]平穏だと。[Quote]Argonianは呟いた。[Quote]私は二度と平穏な暮らしなど出来はしないだろう。だが、お前が死ぬことで少なくとも命を奪われた者達は平穏を得る事が出来る。[Quote]Ralenは叫び声を上げようとしたが、それより早くハルバードは振り下ろされた。琥珀の刃が肉を切り裂き、後には不気味な沈黙だけが残った。<br>
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Okan-Ruは背を向け、歩き去った。最後に洞窟の出口で復讐の地に一瞥をくれると、これで二度と自分以外の父親が奴らに子供を連れ去られないで済むのだと安堵した。そう考えてやっと、今まで捜し求めていた平穏を得る事が出来た。
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Okan-Ru turned and walked away, pausing at the exit to take one last look at（最後に一瞥をくれた） the terminus（終着点） of his revenge, taking comfort in knowing no other father would ever have to watch that man carry their child away（子どもたちを連れ去る） from them, and the thought brought with it the peace he had been searching for.
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A memory returned to him of the day when he had felt so blessed（祝福される） to have received such a great token（証拠orしるし） from the Hist（Histの木）, a token he would treasure forever（一生大切にする） and someday pass on to his daughter（いつの日か娘に手渡す）. Though it had never reached her hands（それが彼女の手に渡る事はなかったが）, it had now at least given her something she deserved（それは少なくとも相応のものを彼女に与えてくれた（＝復讐の達成）.
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Okan-Ru was never heard from again, I suspect because he had found the peace he wanted. It is interesting to note the sentimental value the weapon had for Okan-Ru concerning his daughter（Okan-Ruの娘に対する想いという感傷的な価値）. Perhaps, then, Okan-Ru left Herleif there as his last tribute to his lost daughter（亡くなった娘に対する最後の捧げ物）, an eternal testament（証拠） to the crimes of men and the perpetual（終わりのない） struggle（闘争） of repentance８後悔の）. Peace, it seems, is something that can never last（決して長く続かない） so long as men live（人が人として生きている限り）.
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The wide land of Cyrodil is rich in culture（豊かな文化）, with an abundance（大量のor潤沢な） of myths and legends compiled from the extensive（広範なor広大なor豊富な） histories of each of its various peoples. In the seaside city of Anvil, which sees plenty of travel from people going in and out of the province, there are many interwoven（織り合わされた） stories and fantastical tales of heroes and buried treasures, one of which, though strange, I found quite interesting. This is a story of a poor beggar, a noble warrior, a great beast, and lucky misfortune（幸運な不運）.
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- Alluvium Affluence -
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Centuries ago in Anvil there lived a poverty-stricken（貧困に打ちのめされた） beggar. His proper name was Leon Lovidicus, though to the populace of the town he was known as Leon the Luckless.
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His was a sad tale, filled with perpetua（絶え間ない）l bad luck and a coinciding（同時に起こる） series of unfortunate occurrences that left the once respected ship captain broken and septimless（一文無し）.
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Without honor, money, or respect, Leon understandably became somewhat of a nefarious（極悪なor非道なor無法な） character, a sort of one of-a-kind pick-pocketing pirate who everyone detested（酷く嫌うor忌み嫌う） yet was so pitied（哀れんだ） that they simply could not cast him out or lock him up.<br><br>
One early morning a ship arrived from the mountainous province（山岳地方） of High Rock, carrying with it various oddities（珍品） and trinkets（装飾品）. Riding amidst（〜に囲まれてorの真ん中に） its cargo was a group of four Orcish warriors, equipped with strange, shining armor and beautifully exotic weaponry. They were a traveling band of treasure hunters who had apparently come across a map which pointed to treasure near Anvil.
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Hatching（〜を生み出す） some deluded（裏切られたor騙しの） scheme（計画） to regain his life（人生を取り戻すために）, Leon promptly（即座に） attempted to pick pocket their leader, one Vutkul gro-Malog, a giant Orc with combat-hardened muscles.
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As he was hardly a professional thief and his quarry a battle-learned warrior, Leon was caught immediately. But Vuktul, being the honorable（高潔な） and noble（優れた） warrior that he was, pitied（気の毒に思う） the unfortunate man who would stoop（かがむ） so low as to steal and saw potential（見込みor素質） rather than despair（絶望） in his ragged life（ボロボロの生活）.
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Rather than turn him over to the authorities（司直の手にゆだねる）, Vutkul offered a proposal to the poor beggar. Rather than squander his life（人生を浪費する） away performing misdeeds（非行をする）, Leon could accompany（同行する） the Orcs on their journey, helping them carry equipment and perform menial tasks（雑用）, and, in return, they would give him a small percentage of their earnings which he could use to get his life back on track（人生を軌道修正する）.
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Naive and hopeful as he was, Leon saw this as his one chance to rid himself o（取り除く）f his horrible nickname（不愉快なあだ名） and the poverty that accompanied it（付きまとう貧困）, and jumped at the kind offer（申し出に飛びついた）.
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After being introduced to the other members of the group, only one of which Leon could properly（礼儀正しく） pronounce（述べる） the name of, the small band left immediately, following the road north of Anvil.
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The sun had just begun to light the sky with golden light when they reached their first marker, a small cavern known as Hrota Cave on a hill east of the road. Though they had only been trekking（歩み） for a half hour, Leon was already quite tired from carrying the massive amount of gear（荷物一式） they had strapped（ひもで固定） to him, but he was too ashamed to mention his fatigue to any of his muscular companions（逞しい同行者達） as they turned north west, veering（方向転換する） off the road and into the Colovian Highlands.
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It was a good two hours of steady hiking（きつい歩き） through the arduous（難儀なor骨の折れる） countryside（田舎or地方or田園地方）） dotted with spiny（とげのある） plants and large boulders（大岩） before they reached another turning point. Leon let out an awed（畏敬の念を抱いた） gasp（息切れorハッと息をのむこと）, for the hazy（霞がかった） sea stretching lazily（怠けて？） to the azure（空色）horizon（水平線） greeting his tired eyes as he mounted the hill behind his companions.
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Coming to a stop next to them and panting, he was relieved（ほっとする） to hear one of the other Orcs, one Wogort gro-Nagorm, a relatively small and seemingly compassionate（情け深い） Orc who wielded（巧みに扱う） a giant hammer, request a brief rest break.
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As he sat there on the flat hilltop overlooking the serene（穏やかな） ocean, the fresh smell of seawater attributing a calm to the mid-morning air, Leon listened to the harsh（耳障りな） cawing（カーと鳴く） of some nearby crows（カラス）, which circled indifferently（無頓着にor空気読まずに） high above this haven of peace（安息場所）, their black feathers reflecting the golden sunlight as if to signify Leon's renewal of hope（希望を新たにすること）.
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Though he had lived his entire life in Anvil and had once been the captain of a small merchant vessel（小さな商船）, Leon had never actually taken the time to simply observe the sea in all its peaceful beauty, and now that he had, he was convinced（確信した） that he would spend the rest of his life trying to procure（〜を得るor獲得する） a home in this very spot so he could respect it forevermore（今後永久に）.
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Leon was snapped out of（〜から抜け出す） his tranquil（落ち着いたor平穏な） revelation（天啓or意外な新事実or発覚） by one of the Orcs shaking him, motioning（〜を示すor身振りで合図する） towards the others who had already started moving northwards（北に向けてすでに出発して）, walking along the coast（海岸沿いに）.
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As they hiked along the relaxing beach（穏やかな浜辺）, Leon remarked upon his life（自分の人生に気づいた）, the three-hour's journey providing him plenty of time to wheedle（〜を唆して〜させるor〜を口車にのせて〜させる） the desire for change into his mind.
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For too long he had squandered away（浪費していた） the best years of he life, wallowing in（（泥水などの中を）のたうちまわる） his wretched（惨めな） self pity（自己憐憫）, awaiting some miracle that would save him（自分を救ってくれる奇跡を待望して）, and, now that it had appeared, he was determined to（〜を固く心に誓った） ensure it did indeed do just that.
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It was noon when they reached what Leon presumed（推定する） was the next landmark, a small Ayleid ruin perched（腰を掛けるor位置するorたたずむ） peacefully upon a hill overlooking the ocean, but they simply continued north passed it rather than stopping.
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A little while after passing the ruin, they reached a small peninsula（小さな半島） which jutted haphazardly（取ってつけたように突き出た） into the sea before them, forming a small gulf（小さな湾） to their north.
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Signifying that they should change course here, Vutkul led them onwards, making his way east, back into the rocky terrain（岩でごつごつしたエリアor地形）. As they began climbing a steep, grassy（草で覆われた） hill, Leon glanced back forlornly（わびしい気持ちで後ろをチラっと見た）, reluctant（しぶしぶとor気乗りがしないで） to leave behind the ocean and the calm（穏やかな気持ち） it had brought him, but he realized if the Orcs were successful in finding treasure at their destination, he would have more than enough money to purchase a home to live happily there for the rest of his days（余生を幸せにおくる為の）.
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The sky was beginning to get dark, though they still had at least four good hours of sunlight left, when the group reached their next destination. As they reached the top of the hill, the Orcs let out an ecstatic（恍惚したor興奮したor我を忘れた） yell（叫び） and ran down to the small valley where there was a large statue of some Daedric prince（Daedric Princeの大きな像）.
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Slowly descending down the hill, Leon was confused when he found the Orcs each kneeling（ひざまずく） in front of the statue, each one silent as they revered（崇拝した） the god. After waiting for a few moments, Vitkul got up and walked over to Leon, who was sitting in the dirt（土） contemplating（〜を熟考するor見つめる） his recent revelation（天啓）.
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"This is an ancient statue of our patron deity（守護神）, Mauloch, or Malacath as you likely know him. The map showed that there was a Daedra statue on our way, but we had no idea that it would be of our god. Surely this is a good sign for our trip," explained Vitkul, turning back（引き返す） and rejoining（再集合させる） the others as he spoke. "Allow us a few more moments to offer our praise（賛美）, and then we will continue onward."
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Once each of the Orcs had finished praying to the god, the group continued, changing their course northeast and traveling once again through the rocky terrain of the Colovian Highlands. Leon was simply glad they had no more steep hills to climb, for this was by far the longest part of their journey.
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As they hiked, parallel to the Brema River according to Wogort, the Orcs told stories and reminisced（回想する） of their other adventures, keeping Leon entertained on the long journey.
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Slowly the sun began to descend from its golden zenith（天頂） in the sky, tainting（〜を染める） the hills with tranquil（穏やかな） violet shadows and bringing a new calm to the dry terrain（乾いた土地）.
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Shortly after the sun has gone down, the ruin where the map had led them came into view, the only significant（重要なor特筆すべき） piece of its architecture a strange statue rising from the hallowed ground（霊場or聖地or神聖な場所）, depicting（〜を描くor表現する）an elvish hero holding a sword .
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Despite Leon's wishes to continue into the ruin immediately, the Orcs were stubborn（頑固に） in their decision to make a camp slightly south west of the ruin and get a good night's rest before entering the ancient ruin.
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After a restless（そわそわするor不安なor落ち着きのない） night of anticipation（期待or予想）, they set off（出発した） again, quickly arriving at the eerie（薄気味の悪い） ruin. After stumbling around（手探りで） in confusion for a few moments, they discovered that the entry was beneath ground（地面の下に）, at the end of a small stairway which spiraled（らせんを描く） around the strange statue. And thus they descended into gloom（暗闇or暗がり）.
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Leon had never before been within an Ayleid ruin, and he was certainly not prepared for the sudden change in mood. Within the dank, dismal（憂鬱なor陰気な） dungeon, Leon suddenly felt all of his new hope depart, as if with the pale sunlight streaming through the door, which was cut off abruptly（唐突に） as the Orcs closed the doors behind them.
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But, unable to convey（〜を〜に伝える） his fears to the brave warriors, Leon followed them as they crept into the depths of the dungeon, the long flights of stairs only adding to his accumulating（累積するor蓄積する） trepidation（震えor戦慄orおののきor不安）.
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Finally emerging into the main chamber, Leon let out an astounded（愕然とした） gasp, for he was suddenly standing in a massive room（とても大きな部屋）, empty but for a giant pillar（巨大な支柱） rising from the ground to the hazy ceiling.
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He suddenly wished that he had not, for a loud roar（怒号or叫び声or泣き声） emulated（模倣する） from a chamber behind the obscuring（〜を曖昧にするorぼんやりした） pillar in retaliation（仕返しor報復or返報） to him disturbing of the serenely creepy silence（ぞっとするような静寂）. The ground thumped（ドシンドシンと歩く）, the walls shook（揺れた）, the pillar trembled（震えた）. It was as if an earthquake were happening within the ruin（まるで遺跡の中で地震が起きているような）.
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The roar came again, and a massive, dark figure emerged from the shadows behind the pillar, causing Leon to gasp once again. The Orcs immediately readied their weapons and charged towards（突進した） the beast without hesitation（躊躇なく）.
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With one swipe（一撃の強打） of its massive forearm（前腕）, the creature sent the two Orcs whose names Leon could not remember flying, their bodies striking the walls with resounding thuds（響き渡る衝撃音）.
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Wogort, raising his massive hammer high over his head, smashed the heavy weapon into the beast's great leg, producing a dry crack as the monster's skin shattered into jagged fragments（バラバラに砕いた）, as if it were made of stone. With another roar, the creature knocked Wogort across the room with its massive fists（拳で）, his body and hammer falling near Leon.
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With an enraged yell（怒声とともに）, Vitkul plunged（〜を突き刺した） his long sword straight into where the heart of the beast should have been, leaving it there, lodged within the creatures hide（怪物の背後に回ると） as he jumped away, narrowly avoiding a crushing blow. But he was not safe from danger, for the beast was truly angry now（獣は怒りに狂って）
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With another deafening roar（聴力を失いかねないほどの雄たけび）, it sent a bright ball of magic flying at Vitkul, who was unable to avoid the projectile（投射物） in time（間に合って）. As his body crumpled（クシャクシャorぺしゃんこorしわくちゃになる） to the ground, Leon suddenly realized with dry disdain（軽蔑or軽視or侮蔑） that he was alone.
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Grasping Wogort's hammer from where he lay nearby, Leon ducked（身をかがめて歩く） through the gloom, unsure why he was moving towards the monster rather than fleeing as he should have（なぜ逃げないで怪物に立ち向かっているのか自分でも分からずに）. But bravery was finally on his side, and, though he did not know it, so was luck.
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Sneaking up behind the beast（怪物の背後に忍び寄ると）, which was still bellowing（大声で鳴く） at Vitkul, Leon raised his hammer to bring it down on the creature's exposed back（怪物の無防備な背後を）. Just as he was about to strike, Wogort sputtered（早口でしゃべるor口からつばを飛ばすorパチパチ音をたてる） from behind him, and the beast spun around with another harsh roar（耳障りな叫び声をあげて振り返った）.
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Without thinking, Leon swung with all his might（あらん限りの勇気を振りしぼり、考えもなしに武器を振り回した）, knowing his blow could not possible slay the monster and that he would be dead with one flail of the creature's arms（怪物の腕の一薙ぎで殺されてしまうと）.
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But, for perhaps the first time in his life, he had a change of luck. The hammer, with all the force of Leon's hope, struck the hilt of Vitkul's sword（Vitkulの剣の柄に当たった）, which was still lodged in the beast's chest（まだ怪物の胸に突き刺さったままの）.
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The resulting effect really was like an earthquake（本当に地震のようだった）, for the great monster's body suddenly erupted in stone fragments（爆発して石の欠片になった）, which fell to the ground around Leon. As the beast splintered into pieces, light erupted（光が噴出したor爆発した） from every crack of its body and enveloped the room（部屋を包み込んだ）.
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Dropping the hammer, Leon fell back（後ずさった） and covered his eyes（目を覆った）. When the light subsided（光が静まった時）, the creature and the weapons were gone. In their place was a single metallic hammer, shining brilliantly even in the gloom.
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As he grasped his prize, Leon was shocked when he heard a loud gasp from behind him. Spinning around（一回転して？）, his face lit up with wonder（驚きに満ちた表情で） when he saw Wogort standing before an open chest, he face lit with golden sparkles reflecting off countless pieces of treasure（無数の財宝の金色の煌めきに照らされて）.
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And so Leon's luck was restored, for Wogort kept the promise Vitkul had made, and Leon was given a share of the riches, as well as allowed to keep the hammer.
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While the other two Orcs perished（死亡した）, it is unclear whether or not Vitkul survived, for, though records indicate a family of Orcs living in poverty in Anvil with the name gro-Malog, the story does not give further mention of his fate. As for Wogort, he supposedly returned to High Rock with his riches.
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As historians may note, in year 399 of the Third Era, an Orc by the name of Gortwog gro-Nagorm constructed a new city where Orsinium once stood. Perhaps he is a descendant of Wogort（Wogortの子孫） who used his ancestor's treasure to build a future for his people, though this tale is likely nothing more than a fanciful attempt to explain the unknown（謎を説明するための仮説遊び以上のものではない）.
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As for Leon, as the story goes, he once again became Leon Lovidicus and, using his new found wealth, had a house built in the very spot he has chosen in his journey. He supposedly（おそらく） spoke often of his hammer, and it was never seen again when he died（彼の死後ハンマーを見た者はいない）.
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His burial place is now unknown（彼の墓所がどこにあるか現在は不明である）, but, if there is any truth to be found in the story（この物語にいくばくかの真実が含まれているのならば）, perhaps the first clue will begin not in his burial place, but that of the beast who created the weapon（墓所ではなく、武器をつくった怪物の居場所に行くべきだ）.
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