展开事件内容（包含选项结果与剧透）
中文译文
| 诡异男子 |  999999
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| 一名凶暴的杀人犯被绞死了。一个怪人提出，只要你取来杀人犯的一根手指，就给你报酬： | ||
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你走在〈城镇名〉的街上，遇到一群围着绞刑架上死人的民众。那人想必恶名不小，众人推推搡搡，都想抢着割下一根手指或脚趾，当作行刑的纪念。一名老人很快被挤出人群。他转向你，嗓音沙哑，枯瘦的手指拱在一起，像一排病弱的肋骨。
"啊，是佣兵吧？当然，你们做的买卖、沾的那些生意，我闻得出来。替我干点活，怎么样？我要那死人几根手指、几根脚趾，做事用得着。办成了，给你五百克朗。"
你问他，为什么非得要这个人的断肢。那缩着肩、声音拖长的老人笑了，笑得格外刺耳。
"问得好。这人嗜好暴行，又有足够的狠劲，把心中恶念一一做成，这才一路走上绞架。随便一个蠢人的指头可不行，我要的是一个残忍得毫无约束的人。眼下看得见的，就只有绳子上晃着那位。怎么样？五百克朗，记着呢？"
你挤进人群，寻找断指断趾和染血的口袋。一个人的衣兜沉甸甸地鼓着。你把他逼到角落，匕首往喉间一抵，便搜了出来。
接着，你看见一个女人沿石板路轻快走来，脸上带着令人不适的笑。那副刻薄相，真是少见。你把她拉到一旁，很快就在裙子的布兜里找出一根手指和一根脚趾。她撒谎说那只是做饭的材料。你告诉她，既然如此，就去向卫兵举报她吃人。她只好交了出来。
把这些恶心的断肢交给老人，你当即拿到五百克朗。他几乎没为你的“辛苦”道谢，便匆匆走了。他终究没解释，究竟要拿这些东西做什么。你也不在乎。五百克朗，就是五百克朗。
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你获得500克朗 |
你答应阴森老人的差事，钻进人群，仔细寻找出现在不该出现之处的手指脚趾，以及鼓鼓囊囊、刚渗出鲜血的口袋。没找多久，一个女人蹦蹦跳跳地沿路走来，裙子前兜鼓得颇为可疑。你把她拉进小巷，亮出匕首，示意她别出声。果然，搜出一根手指和一根脚趾。你正要拿走，忽然被人从背后扑倒。钱袋里的克朗和那两截断肢，一起滚散在石板路上。一个孩子捡走一截，一只老鼠叼走另一截；转眼间，争抢钱币的农民乱作一团，谁也看不清他们去了哪里。扑倒你的男人抡起拳头。
“狗娘养的，想要她就得付钱！”
你交叉双臂，挡住一拳，扭身将他摔到地上。他还想开口，你便用指节招呼了他的牙，让他安静下来。可惜，这差事已经办不成了，还白丢了几枚钱。
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失去 200-400 克朗。 |
盗贼笑了。
“哈，这可容易了。”
他走进人群，转眼便没了踪影。老人咂着牙床等了一会儿，抬高声音问。
“这家伙，信得过吗？”
你还没回答，盗贼就从老人肩后冒出来，把一团染血的绷带丢进他手里。阴森的老人拆开布条，里面是新鲜的断指断趾。小偷得意地笑着。
"像样的贼，头一门就得学会掏口袋。我平时摸的是钥匙，不是脚趾，不过干活就是干活。顺手还“摸”到些别的好东西，看看吧。"
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+1声誉 |
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你获得500克朗 |
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盗贼的先攻增加+2-4 |
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盗贼变得心情愉快 |
吟游诗人抓住老人的双肩。
"瞧瞧，我这壮实的朋友，你的肌肉可真结实。我就不问，你要那死人的手指脚趾干什么了……"
老人点头，说反正也不会告诉他。吟游诗人继续道。
"……不过，要找一个强壮、凶狠、够分量的人，我眼前不就有吗？就是你呀，老人家！拿自己的手指脚趾，去完成那件事——咳，不管那是什么怪勾当，咳——不就能得到你想要的“回报”了？你才是这个故事的英雄，难道还没看明白？"
老人啐了一口，摇着头说。
"你拿我当傻子，是吧？这桩买卖到此为止！滚开，你们这些没用的佣兵。"
老人走了。你问吟游诗人究竟搞什么鬼。他耸耸肩，举起一袋克朗。
“障眼法。”
干得漂亮。不过，你又问自己的钱袋去哪了。吟游诗人再举起另一袋。
“非常、非常高明的障眼法。”
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失去 500 克朗。 |
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你获得1000克朗 |
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吟游诗人的先攻增加+2-4 |
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吟游诗人变得心情愉快 |
屠夫啐了一口，说他来办。你提醒他，他可不像会偷东西的人。他摇头。
"不是。我是说，给他一根手指。就一根，可绝对是好货，对这老东西来说，值钱得很。至于你，团长，赏钱我要一半。"
阴森的陌生人连连点头，一笑，干裂起皮的脸也跟着绽开。
"对……对！肯做这种事的人，正符合我需要的材料。动手吧，动手！"
你还没来得及答应，屠夫便抓起旁边墙上挂着的钳子，架在铁砧上，把一根手指伸进钳口，再用膝盖压下手柄，一下将手指截断。他先包好伤手，才把断指交给陌生人。
"拿去，一个格外残忍之人的手指。"
陌生人一把抓住它，仿佛抓到了通往整个世界的钥匙。你觉得他喊了一句“妙极了”，可他塞来克朗就匆匆跑开，实在听不真切。钱竟比原先谈好的还多。屠夫确实“挣”到了他那一半，你如数交给了他。
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你获得250克朗 |
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屠夫变得心情愉快 |
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屠夫遭受断指 |
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屠夫的意志增加+3 |
截图
英文原文
| Creepy Guy | 999999
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| A violent killer has been hanged. A strange man offers you a reward if you recover one of the killer's fingers: | ||
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While walking the streets of Townname, you come upon a crowd standing around a hanged man. He must have been of some notoriety: the folks are muscling one another to try and get a turn to cut a toe or finger off as a sort of hanging-heirloom. An old man is quickly elbowed out of the mob. He turns to you, voice raspy, his bony fingers tented like sickly ribs.
"Ahh, sellsword are ye? O'course, I can smell your business, the purchases ye have made. Say, would you do a bit of work for me? I need a number of that dead man's fingers and toes. It's for m'work, ye shall see. I'll give you five hundred crowns in return for it."
You ask why he needs that particular man's appendages. The crooning, shoulder-cowed man laughs, a heckle if there ever was one.
"Aye, good question. The man earned his walk to the hangman's noose with a penchant for violence and an unerring strength to see his desires through. The toes and fingers of a simpleton won't do. I need a man of uncinched cruelty, and the only one I see right now is swinging by that there rope. So, what say ye? Five hundred crowns, remember?"
You muscle your way into the crowd, looking for fingers and toes or bloodied pockets. One man's got a good, lumpy sag in his pocket. You drive him into a corner and shake him down with a dagger to his throat.
After him, you see a woman with a sickly grin on her face prancing along the cobbled stones. That's a scornful wench if you've ever seen one. Pulling her aside, you quickly find the a finger and a toe in the linens of her frock. She lies and says they're just cooking ingredients. You tell her if that's the case then you'll report her to the guards for cannibalism. She gives them up.
Returning the grossly extremities to the old man, you are promptly paid the five hundred crowns. He hardly even thanks you for your 'work' before rushing away. He never did explain what, exactly, such things were for. You don't care. Five hundred crowns is five hundred crowns.
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You gain 500 crowns |
You agree to the creepy old man's task and start going through the crowd, keeping a careful eye out for toes and fingers being where they shouldn't be, or lumpy pockets freshly and redly wet. It doesn't take long: a woman prances down the road, the front of her frock bubbling rather curiously with whatever she's got in the pocket. You pull her into an alleyway, drawing a dagger to keep her quiet. A finger and toe are found. As you go to take them, a man suddenly tackles you from behind. Crowns from your purse and the appendages go skittering across the cobblestones. A child takes one, a rat the other, where either runs off to is quickly obscured by a frenzy of peasants going after your coins. The man who tackled you loads up a punch.
"Sumbitch, you want her you gotta pay!"
You cross your arms, block the strike, and twist your body to put him on the ground. He's about to say something else, but you momentarily replace his teeth with your knuckles and he goes quiet. Unfortunately, you won't be able to finish what you started and you've lost a few coins in the process.
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You lose 200-400 crowns |
Thief盗贼 laughs.
"Hell, this'll be easy."
He goes off to the crowd and you lose sight of him in an instant. The old man chews on his gums for awhile before raising his voice.
"This feller, he is one to trust?"
Before you can answer, Thief盗贼 emerges from behind the old man's shoulder and drops a bloody bandage into his palms. The creepy man unwraps the linens to discover freshly strewn extremities. The thief smugly smiles.
"Any thief worth his salt learns to pickpocket before anything else. I usually go after keys instead of toes, but a job is a job. Also 'picked' some other things of interest here and there. Take a look."
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+1 moral reputation |
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You gain 500 crowns |
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Thief盗贼 gains +2-4 Initiative |
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Thief盗贼 gets a good mood |
Minstrel吟游诗人 the minstrel grabs the old man by his shoulders.
"Say, what mighty muscles you seem to have, my burly friend. I shan't ask why you need the toes and fingers of that dead man..."
The old man nods and says he'd never tell anyway. The minstrel continues.
"...but if you want a good, strong, and violent man, then am I not looking at it? It's you, old man! Take yer own fingers and toes and go with them to complete the task - ahem, whatever weird shite that might be, ahem - and you'll find the 'reward' you're after. You are the hero of this story, can't you see?"
The old man spits and shakes his head.
"You take me for a fool, don't ya? Our business here is through! Get out of my way you sorry sellswords."
The old man leaves. You ask the minstrel what the hell he's doing. He shrugs and holds up a purse of crowns.
"Sleight of hand."
Nicely done. But you ask where your own purse is. Minstrel吟游诗人 raises another sack.
"Really, really good sleight of hand."
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You lose 500 crowns |
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You gain 1000 crowns |
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Minstrel吟游诗人 gains +2-4 Initiative |
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Minstrel吟游诗人 gets a good mood |
Butcher屠夫 the butcher spits and says he'll do it. You tell him that he's not exactly the thieving sort. He shakes his head.
"Naw. I mean I'll give him a finger. Just one, but it'll be a doozy and worth its weight in gold as far as this old fart's concerned. As far as you're concerned, captain, I want half the reward."
The creepy stranger nods as a smile crackles his dried, flaky skin.
"Yes... yes! A man who would do this would certainly fit the profile of the ingredients I need. Do it. Do it!"
Before you can even agree to this, the butcher grabs a tong hanging off a nearby wall, leverages it atop an anvil, wedges a finger between the pincers, and presses his knee to the handle, promptly severing a finger all in one go. He wraps the hand before giving up the extremity to the stranger.
"There you have it: one especially cruel man's finger."
The stranger grabs it as though it were the key to the world. 'Marvelous!', you think he says, but it's hard to hear as he hurriedly gives you some crowns and runs off. It's actually more than you originally agreed to. The butcher has certainly 'earned' his half and you hand it over.
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You gain 250 crowns |
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Butcher屠夫 gets a good mood |
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Butcher屠夫 suffers Missing Finger |
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Butcher屠夫 gains +3 Resolve |