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中文译文
| 地精领地 |  16
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| 你会看到多种关于进入地精领地的警告描述中的一种。 | ||
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你发现一具地精尸体。可这不是普通地精，而是一位长者。无论男女，它看起来都是寿终正寝，周围还摆着各种仪式用的小饰品。这地精出现在这里绝非偶然：它死后得到了正式安葬。这只意味着一件事——你们已踏进那些该死绿皮的领地。你在山坡上遇到一条死狗。它舌头耷拉在外，眼睛几乎要从眼眶里凸出，皮毛间插着许多吹箭。一名弟兄拔出一支，查看那涂着油脂状物质的金属尖端。“地精毒药。”
你问，可为什么要杀狗？那人耸肩。
"受惊的狗，拿来练准头挺合适吧。"
一个用怪异、变色的花朵、杂草和树枝编成的环。其间几十只大甲虫爬来爬去，甲壳相撞，咔嗒作响。它们似乎正啃食这堆植物中渗出的汁液或其他怪东西。一名弟兄忍不住出声猜测。"我好像见过这个。是一种标记。"
你瞥了他一眼。
"所以，我们得小心无聊的老姑娘之类的？"
那人摇了摇头。
"不，这是地精做的。我们进它们的地盘了。"
行军途中，你们遇到一具兽人尸体。它看起来几乎毫发无损，仿佛只是睡着了。可走近一看，你发现它身侧插着近十几支细小的吹箭。你立刻仔细扫视四周，随后转向弟兄们。"小心走，弟兄们，我们进地精领地了。"
你发现一些石头摆成了一个圆圈。这个古怪阵势中央放着一颗削去顶盖的人类头骨，颅腔里装着一些疑似骰子和鸡骨头的东西。这样的萨满布置不是偶然出现的——你们已来到地精的领地。你遇到一头死鹿，被困在骇人的陷阱里。要不是那些尖刺明显淬了毒，它本该只是个靠尖刺杀死猎物的普通陷阱。而这种毒，只有一类家伙会用：地精。从现在起，最好小心落脚。一堆尚在闷烧的火。按各式用途摆放的木棍和石头。一个立着的武器架，上面放满吹管。弯曲的刀刃。还有一只死去的幼狼，脖子上拴着绳索。看过这些迹象，你立刻把眼前的情势告诉弟兄们。"弟兄们，这是地精的地盘。看这模样，它们离得也不远。"
一窝死去的幼狼。母狼倒在旁边，腹部被剖开，脖子上还戴着项圈。一道血肉痕迹延伸向远处，草丛里留着一些细小的脚印。"地精又在弄坐骑了。"
某位弟兄站在你身旁，指了指幼狼。
"听说，那帮小绿皮喜欢野生的。专找刚下崽的窝，只带走最壮的。"
你听到的这些，只说明一件事：你们已踏入地精的领地。你提醒弟兄们密切留意周围，免得被那些狡猾的混蛋偷袭。
英文原文
| Goblin Land | 16
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| You get one of many flavor text warnings about being in goblin territory. | ||
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You find a dead goblin. But it's no ordinary goblin - this is an elder. He or she's showing signs of dying of old age. There's also ceremonial trinkets all about it. This here goblin didn't get here by accident: it died and received a proper burial. Which means only one thing: you're in those damned greenskins' territory.You come across a dead dog on a hillside. Its tongue hangs out, its eyes almost ready to pop from the skull. A number of darts are sticking out of its fur. Randombrother plucks one and looks at the tallowed tips of metal."Goblin poison."
You inquire as to why the dog, though. The man shrugs.
"A scared dog makes for good target practice, I suppose."
A wreath of odd and discolored flowers, weeds, and tree limbs. Amongst them, dozens of large beetles rattle as their shells bump into one another. They seem to be feasting on the sap or other oddity seeping from the vegetative collection. Randombrother wonders aloud."I think I've seen one of these before. It's some sort of marking."
You glance at him.
"We need to be keeping an eye out for bored spinsters or something?"
The man shakes his head.
"Naw. This here is a goblin's fabrication. We're in their land now."
While marching through the land, you come across a dead orc. He seems almost unhurt, as though you'd stumbled across him sleeping. But when you get a closer look, you spot almost a dozen small darts sticking out of his side. You immediately get a good look at your surroundings, then turn to your men."Step carefully, men, we're in goblin territory now."
You find a number stones arranged into a circle. In the middle of this oddity is a human skull with its top cut away. Inside the brainpan are a number of what appear to be dice and chicken bones. Such shamanistic designs aren't found by accident - you're in goblin lands.You come across a dead deer ensnared by a horrifying trap. It would have all the markings of an ordinary trap - one that intends to kill via spikes - were it not for the obvious poison tips it came laden with. Poison that is unique to one group only: goblins. Best step carefully from now on.A smoldering fire. Sticks and stones arranged for this or that. One standing armory stocked with blowguns. Curved blades. And one dead wolf pup with a leash around its neck. Having observed this evidence, you quickly inform the men of what circumstances are before them."This is goblin territory, men, and by the look of things they aren't far, either."
A litter of dead wolf pups. Their open-bellied mother is by them, a collar around her neck. There's a line of gore trailing away from the scene, some tiny footsteps in the grass."The goblins been gettin' more of their mounts."
Randombrother is by your side. He points at the pups.
"They say the gobbos like the wild ones. They look for the freshest litters and only take the strongest."
All you're hearing is that you are in goblin territory. You advise the men to keep a close eye on their surroundings, lest the tricky gits get the drop on you.