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中文译文
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营火明亮，流动的橙光扭曲着众人的脸，仿佛他们自己也是燃烧的柴薪。
你在这里看见修士与苦修者正在交谈。起初，这场谈话并不难懂：修士恳求苦修者放下鞭子。你虽不一定想插手，却也不得不同意，按着一套被奉为神圣的流血日程摧残自己，实在算不上好活法。可苦修者随后的反驳，让你们都愣住了。那句话说得如此巧妙，竟似乎真能替他的所作所为辩护，你只得赶紧将这个念头赶出脑海。更令人不安的是，他说得那么从容：如此舒缓的嗓音，竟能温暖地藏在那具伤痕累累的皮囊里。究竟是什么支撑着它？
修士结巴了一会儿，随后把双手放在苦修者肩上，扶住他，让彼此目光相对。他压低声音，话语轻轻掠过你的耳朵，却低得听不出真正的含义。你只能猜想，他仍在劝苦修者换一种更好、更少伤害自己的生活。
可苦修者又开始回应，两人就这样，你一言我一语，继续谈了下去。
你决定让两人自己谈，暂时走开。回来时，苦修者正坐在修士身旁，两人坐在原木上轻轻前后摇晃，双手交握祈祷，低声念着神圣的话语。你无意凑近听他们在说什么，光是这幅景象便令人宽慰。虽然你并不偏好哪一种取悦诸神的方式，可看见苦修者放下折磨自己的器具，心里还是轻松了些。
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苦修者转为弃鞭的苦修者 |
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修士获得+2意志 |
你决定让他们继续聊，先离开一会儿。
等你回来时，修士已脱得精光，弯着腰，眼里含着泪。他的身子怯懦地蜷缩着，脸上却满是令人心惊的痛楚，仿佛这正是他一直渴求的东西。他猛吸一口气，直起腰，手腕越过肩头一甩。苦修者的鞭子正握在他手里，你听见皮鞭抽在他背上的脆响。他往回一扯，玻璃和倒刺撕开皮肉的声音刺得你耳中嗡鸣。苦修者本人一言不发，已经在修士身旁坐下。他眺望远方，眼中几乎没有一丝生气；不过，随着他一鞭鞭抽向自己，你倒能清楚地看见鲜血正从他背上流走。
你又一次离开了，只是脚下青草的脆响似乎变了味，空气里也带上了一股铜腥气。皮鞭细碎的响声一路跟着你，直到你走回帐篷。
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修士转为苦修者 |
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苦修者的意志增加+2 |
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英文原文
| Flagellant vs Monk |  45
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 Flagellant苦修者 Monk
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A Flagellant苦修者 and Monk try to convert each other. You can choose: | |
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The campfire shines bright, twisting the faces of men in flowing orange as though they themselves were of burning stock.
It is here you find Monk and Flagellant苦修者 talking to one another. Their discussion is, at first, an easy one. The monk pleads with the flagellant to set aside his whip. While you don't necessarily wish to step in, you can't help but agree that destroying your own body on a glorified gore-schedule is not the best way to live. But then the flagellant retorts with something that gives you both pause. It is a phrase so well crafted that to think it might justify the man's personal habits has you pushing the notion out of your head as fast as possible. Disturbing, too, was the ease with which he said it. That such a soothing voice could be so warmly bundled in that scarred husk of flesh. What could muster it?
The monk stammers for a moment, but then puts his hands to the flagellant's shoulders, holding him to keep their eyes on one another. He whispers, words which tickle your ears, but don't pronounce themselves loud enough to have real meaning. You can only assume they are meant to, once again, persuade the flagellant to a better, less violent life.
But, again, the flagellant begins to respond and so back and forth they continue to go.
Deciding to let the men talk, you step away for a time. When you return, you find the flagellant sitting next to the monk. The two saw back and forth on a log, their hands clasped in prayer as whispers of heavenly words part their lips. You've no urge to get closer to hear what they are saying for it is a comforting sight in and of itself. While you have no dog in what way is best to appease the gods, you can't help but feel a little better seeing the flagellant put down his tools of self-torture.
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Flagellant苦修者 is now a Pacified Flagellant |
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Monk gains +2 Resolve |
Deciding to let the men talk, you step away for a time.
When you come back, the monk is naked and bent over with tears in his eyes. His shape is craven, but his face is gutting as though this is always what he wanted. With a gulp of air he straightens up and flicks his wrist over his shoulder. The flagellant's whip is in hand and you hear the leather slap against the monk's back. He pulls the tool away and the sound of glass and barbs tearing flesh causes a ringing in your ears. The flagellant himself says nothing. He has set himself down by the monk's side. He stares out across the land, but there is hardly a shimmer of life in his eyes, though you certainly see the blood of his life leaving his backside as he treats himself to a beating.
You step away once more, but the grass beneath your feet doesn't have the same crunch to it and the air carries a copper scent. Little leather snickers follow you all the way back to your tent.
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Monk is now a Monk turned Flagellant |
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Flagellant苦修者 gains +2 Resolve |