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中文译文
| 孩子们与死去的商人 |  999999
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| 一群孩子用石头砸死了一名富商，抢走了他的珠宝。你可以选择： | ||
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你发现一个孩子脖子上挂着条相当奢华的项链，重得他脑袋直往前垂，可这点不便丝毫没能抹去他脸上夸张的笑容。某位弟兄把孩子推倒，夺下项链。
“你从哪儿弄来的？”
孩子叫喊着，想把宝贝抢回去，可他个头矮了约三英尺，就算使劲跳起来，也还是够不着。
“嘿，那是我的！还给我！”
另一个孩子走来，炫耀着一枚大得要套住两根手指的戒指。好吧，够了。战团散开搜寻，终于在林缘旁的高草中找到一个死去的商人。他的脸青紫肿胀，碎裂的骨头顶得面容凹凸不平，看来是被石头活活砸死的。
四五十个少年从林缘现身，手里各掂着一块石头。领头的是个红头发的小个子，两条胳膊布满刺青。他问你想干什么，你告诉他，商人的货物归你们了。小头目笑了。
"哟，是吗？先生，我就给你十秒，重新想想这个主意，十秒！"
尽管眼前摆开了一支小小军队，你还是命人搬走货物。领头的小鬼发出一声战吼，听着不像俯冲的鹰，倒像垂死的猫。
“打倒他们！扔！扔！快扔啊！”
他一声令下，孩子们纷纷从林缘投出石头。佣兵聚拢起来，举盾结成龟壳般的阵形，缓缓向前挪动。这场面着实古怪，活像街头耍把戏的人把杯子滑到小球上方。不过，战团总算搬走了商人的货物，又顶着四面八方飞来的石头，一点点退离了空地。领头的小鬼朝你挥舞拳头，你回敬他一根中指，走回道路，仔细查看缴获的货物。某位弟兄盯着战利品，揉着额头上的肿包。
"老天，伙计。我见过的有些军队都没这么凶。以后谁要跟这群男孩女孩刀剑相向，我可真替他们难过。"
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你获得一枚印章戒指 |
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你获得50-200克朗 |
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25%的弟兄会受到创伤（66%）或轻伤（34%） |
流浪骑士迈步上前，把武器横在身前，朝那群孩子挥了挥。
"啊，你们想当小强盗、小英雄，还是什么狗屁玩意儿？好啊，挺好。不过我会盯着，看是谁先扔石头。不管是男孩还是女孩，第一个动手的，都会知道惹怒我是什么下场。等你们其他人看完了，我再把你们全杀光。然后沿着你们的小脚印一路找到家，揪出你们的亲人，把他们的狗头统统砸烂。"
流浪骑士停下来，怒视四周。
"那么，谁先扔第一块石头？"
率领这支小小军队的孩子举起手，开口说道。
"让他们走。我们还有更重要的事，没空跟这些过路人争执。"
嘿，明智之举。这红头发的小子懂得把面子咽下去，将来或许真能带领一支战团赚下大笔财富。不过，今天占上风的是你。你拿走商人的货物，离开了这里。
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你获得一枚印章戒指 |
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你获得50-200克朗 |
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英文原文
| Kids and Dead Merchant | 999999
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| A gang of children has stoned a wealthy merchant to death and robbed his jewelry. You can choose: | ||
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You find a kid wearing a rather opulent chain around his neck. It's so heavy his head is bent forward, but that minor struggle doesn't wipe the mile wide grin off his face. Randombrother pushes the kid down and takes the necklace.
"Where did you get this?"
The kid cries out, trying to grab his treasure back, but he's about three feet and a good jump too short.
"Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"
Another kid comes over flashing a ring so large it's pinching two fingers at once. Alright. That's enough. The company fans out and eventually find a dead merchant in some tall grass beside a treeline. His face is purpled and jagged with broken bones. It appears he has been stoned to death.
A group of about forty or fifty youngsters appear from the treeline, each juggling a stone in hand. Their leader, a little runt with red hair and sleeves of tattoos, asks what you want. You tell him that you'll be taking the merchant's goods. The leader laughs.
"Oy is that so? I'll give ya ten seconds to rethink that choice, oy that I will, mister!"
Despite the miniature military force arrayed before you, the goods are ordered to be taken. The little tyke in charge of this operation screams a warcry more dying cat than diving hawk.
"Take them down! Throw! Throw! Throooowww!"
On his command, the mob of children start hurling stones from the treeline. The sellswords band together, holding shields up in a formation akin to a tortoise, and slowly move forward. It's a strange effort, like a shell-game artist sliding his cup over the ball, but the company manages to grab the merchant's goods and slide away out of the field, all the while being pelted from every which way. The little leader kid shakes his fist at you. You give him the finger and start back onto the path where you take a good look at the merchant's goods. Randombrother stares at the rewards while rubbing a welt on his forehead.
"Goddam, man. I've seen armies not nearly so fierce. I weep for the future men who have to cross swords with those lads and lasses."
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-1 moral reputation |
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You gain a Signet Ring |
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You gain 50-200 Crowns |
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25% of brothers suffer injuries (66%) or light wounds (34%) |
Hedgeknight steps forward and heaves his weapon to the fore. He waves it at all the kids.
"Ah, so you want to be little bandits or heroes or some such shit? Well, that's good. That's fine. But I'll be watching to see who throws the first stone. He, or she, who does so will find out what happens when I get angry. And then after the rest of you have watched, I'll kill the lot of you. And I'll follow your little footprints all the way home, find your kin, and smash their farkin' heads in."
The hedge knight pauses to glare about.
"So, which of you shall throw the first stone?"
The tyke in charge of this miniature army raises his hand and speaks.
"Let the men go. We've better things to do than quarrel with these travelers."
Hey, that's a wise move. With pride-swallowing smarts like that the red-headed bugger might someday lead a company to great fortunes. But this day is yours. You take the merchant's goods and make your leave.
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You gain a Signet Ring |
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You gain 50-200 Crowns |