展开事件内容（包含选项结果与剧透）
中文译文
| 执法者追捕罪犯 |  60
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 盗贼 盗墓贼 劫掠者 在逃杀人犯 游牧民 |
一群执法者声称，你的弟兄中藏着一名通缉犯。 你可以选择： | |
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一队骑手登上附近山丘，轮廓沿山脊铺开，漆黑而形状古怪，像一道起伏的黑色暗礁。还看不清来者身份，你便叫几个弟兄藏起来。面对这样的骑兵，正面毫无胜算，也许只能靠伏击自保。被点中的佣兵钻进灌木时，骑手们开始下坡。蹄声如雷，越来越响，你却站定不动，希望给弟兄们做个勇敢的榜样。
你看见掌旗手举着〈贵族家族名〉的纹章。后方另一名骑手拖着一副曳架，上面载着几个戴镣铐的人。众人来到面前，领头者从马鞍上撑起身，指向你，开口说道。
"佣兵！奉领主之命，我们有权将被通缉者这位先生拿下——戴上镣铐！此人就在你们之中，必须为罪行付出代价。立即交人，你会得到奖赏。"
你侧头啐了一口，朝执法者点点头，反问道。
"你奉的是谁的命？这片土地上的领主多得很，可不是个个都肯给我好价钱。"
执法队长重新坐回鞍中，戴甲的双手交叠在鞍桥上，摆出十足威势。他丝毫不觉得好笑，开口便表露不满。
"蓄意窝藏逃犯，处以死刑。你只剩最后一次机会，把罪犯交给我，否则就去领受你这条卖命野狗应得的下场。"
你们根本不是这些人的对手。尽管心里难受至极，你还是交出了被通缉者。执法队给他套上锁链时，他冲你破口大骂；被扔进其他捆绑的囚犯堆里时，他仍在诅咒你的名字。队长骑马小跑到你面前，先冷笑一声，再把一袋钱扔在地上。他离得很近，甲胄间露着一条缝。你完全可以从那儿捅进一把刀，穿过肋骨，直刺心脏。很快就能了结。可之后你也活不了多久，手下的弟兄更会被迅速杀光。
于是，你俯身捡起钱袋，咽下这口气，道了声谢。执法队没多耽搁，沿来路返回了。
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罪犯离开了战团 |
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你获得100克朗 |
执法者盯着你，等你答话，你却吹了声尖锐的口哨。半个战团从灌木丛中跃出，呼喝着发动伏击。拉着拖架的马把骑手掀下地，狂奔而去，带着一群目瞪口呆的囚犯颠簸逃远。另一个执法者则抛下同伴，独自退走。
某位弟兄将一人从马鞍上拽下，另一个弟兄则把长矛刺进马胸，连人带马一同摔倒。队长的坐骑受惊直立，他也跌下马背。虽摔得重，他还是翻身站了起来，却被乱蹬的马蹄击中头部。他死得突然而干脆，脸朝下栽倒，脑袋埋在自己的头盔里。
剩下的手下站到尸体旁，望向你，眼中满是复仇的怒火。
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与贵族家族的关系-30 |
执法队长朝一个掌旗手打了个响指。对方递来一卷纸，队长展开后交到你手里。画上的人与被通缉者像极了，只是这一路上，佣兵脸上添了几道疤，与画像稍有不同。可凭这点糊弄不过去。于是，你撒了个谎。
"你们要找的人已经死了。他确实是个罪犯，正如你所说。我们发现他偷吃粮食，另一位弟兄一剑捅穿了他。"
这位弟兄看了看你，又看了看执法队，点头。
"没错，是我干的。我像杀猪一样捅进去时，他嘴里还塞着我的面包！谢天谢地，剩下的面包我还给自己保住了。"
执法队员们笑了起来。队长回头看了他们一眼，众人随即安静下来。他又转向你。你明白他们为何噤声了：那双漆黑的眼睛严厉、凶狠，目光纹丝不动。他这样盯了你近半分钟，才点头收拢缰绳。
"好吧，佣兵。多谢告知。"
执法队收拾妥当，沿来路离去。整个战团都松了一口气。你叫藏在灌木中的弟兄出来。前路还长，但愿别再遇上这样的麻烦。
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罪犯的心情变好 |
队长递来一卷纸，上面画着被通缉者的脸。确实，模样很像。可这人在战团待得够久，脸上已添了一两道疤。也许他们认不出来？你叫那罪犯上前，他紧张地照做。你看向队长。
"这是你们要找的人？我能理解你为什么觉得像，可看看这些疤，画里的人可没有。再看头发！画上是直的，这人却明摆着又乱又卷。"
你停了下来，因为从听众的脸色看，这番话根本没起半点作用。队长拔剑。
"你当我是傻子？全杀了。"
好吧，这招到此为止。执法队尚未冲锋，你已使出全力吹了一声口哨。半个战团从灌木中涌出，像报丧女妖般尖叫呼喊。突如其来的惊吓令马匹发狂，把骑手掀进泥里；拖曳架前的那匹马甚至径直逃走，还拖着几个一头雾水的囚犯。
某位弟兄持矛冲过混乱的场地，将矛深深扎入队长的坐骑，人和马轰然倒地。剩下的执法队员聚到队长身旁。那人仿佛在低吼，抹掉脸上的血，吐出一颗牙，露出漏齿的笑，随后下令冲锋。
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与贵族家族的关系-30 |
你拿出一大袋克朗，队长的威胁便缓了下来。你举起钱袋，他手下的人交换着眼神。
"我们没工夫耗在这里。这儿有1000克朗，拿钱，走人。留下，就给自己挣座坟。执法官，你自己选。"
察觉同伴们都在看着自己，队长格外谨慎地权衡起来。他打量你的弟兄，又匆匆看了看自己的人。想必看出了硬拼必然死伤惨重，终于点了头。他一扯缰绳，策马上前，与你面对面。你微笑着递出钱袋。
“把钱花在该花的地方。”
队长接过钱，在手下的注视中，将钱袋系到马鞍侧面，又把皮带绕过剑柄。他点了点头，却没回以笑容。
"我女儿两星期后成婚。我想亲眼看着。"
你点头，与这位不苟言笑的队长道别。
"愿她嫁得良人，儿孙满堂。"
队长吆喝一声，拨马回到手下身边。他们离开了，马蹄声有节奏地渐行渐远，最后，空气里只剩风拂草叶的沙沙声。
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你花费1000克朗 |
你径直走向队长，在双方人马之间停下，双拳叉腰，高声问他手下的执法者们，是否听过〈战团名〉的名字。几个骑手在鞍上撑起身子，双臂支着鞍桥，仔细看向你的旗帜。很快，他们又坐了回去，低低的耳语沿着阵列来回传递。
有人喊着问，你是否真的会割下所杀之人的鼻子。这不是真的，但你没理由道出实情。另一个人问，某位弟兄是否在你麾下，是不是真的戴着耳朵串成的项链，早饭吃骨粉。你强忍笑意，只是点头。流言很快淹没了对面的队伍，他们开始嚷嚷，说这仗根本不该由自己来打。
队长骂你满嘴胡话，命令他们冲锋，可没人听从。最终，他也只得调头，追上已经撤退的手下。
传闻中吃人的那位弟兄挠着头走来。
“早餐吃骨粉？”
战团里爆发出一阵大笑，不一会儿，众人便齐声喊起“别吃我！”。
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英文原文
| Lawmen After Criminal | 60
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| Thief盗贼 Graverobber盗墓贼 Raider Killer on the Run在逃杀人犯 Nomad
游牧民 |
A group of lawmen claim that a wanted criminal is amongst your brothers. You can choose: | |
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Riders crest a nearby hill, their silhouettes dark and oddly shaped on its rim like a reef of rippling black. Not wholly able to see who they are, you order a few of your brothers to hide away. An ambush might be needed to defend yourself otherwise you stand no chance against such a mounted force. As the selected mercenaries dip into the bushes, the horsemen begin heading down the hill. The thunder of the hooves grows louder, but you stand resolute, hoping to give your men a good show of bravery.
You see that the bannerman is carrying a sigil of Noblehouse. Behind him another horseman is dragging a travois with a few shackled men for cargo. When the men arrive, their leader stands up between the withers of his horse and points at you before talking.
"Mercenary! We have by the lord's authority the right to claim the - shackled! - hands of a sir Criminal. Said man is within your midst. He must pay for his crimes. Hand him over immediately and you will be rewarded."
You turn your head and spit. You nod at the lawman before asking him a question.
"And whose authority do you have? There are a lot of lords in these lands and not all of them pay me well."
The lawmen's captain sits back down in his saddle. His hands cross over his pommel, resting there with armored authority. He does not look the least bit amused and voices his displeasure as such.
"The punishment for willfully harboring a fugitive is death. You've but one more chance to release this criminal to me or you shall face a fate well suited for a sword-selling dog."
You stand no chance against these men. Although it pains you mightily, you hand Criminal over. He barks curses at you as the lawmen chain him up, and swears your name into the mud as they throw him in with the rest of the bound men. The captain of the lawmen trots his horse over to you. He sneers at you before throwing a purse of coins to the ground. His body is close and there's an opening in his armor. You could fit a knife in there, right between the ribs, lead the blade right to his heart. It'd be quick. But you wouldn't last much long after, and all of your men would be quickly slain.
Instead, you lean over and pick up the coins, swallow you pride, and say your thanks. The lawmen waste little time returning from whence they came.
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Criminal has left the company |
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You gain 100 Crowns |
As the lawman stares at you, waiting for an answer, you let out a sharp whistle. Half of the company emerges from the bushes, whooping and hollering in ambush. The steed pulling the travois bucks its rider to the ground before taking off altogether, a group of wide-eyed criminals going along for the ride. Another lawman retreats, abandoning his troop.
Randombrother plucks one man from his saddle while another brother drives a spear into a horse's chest, bringing both beast and man crashing to the ground. The captain falls off his horse when it rears up in wild fear. It's a hard tumble, but he manages to roll back to his feet only for the bucking horse to clip him in the head. It is a quick, blunt demise that leaves the captain face down in the cradle of his own helmet.
The rest of his men come to stand by his body and they look to you with vengeance in their eyes.
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-30 relation with Noblehouse |
The captain of the lawmen snaps his fingers at one of the bannermen. He hands over a scroll which the captain unfurls before handing it to you. The man you see looks remarkably like Criminal, but since you've been on the road the mercenary has gained a few scars that separate his visage from the one on the paper. But they won't buy that. So you lie instead.
"The man you're looking for is dead. He was a criminal, just as you said, and we found him thieving from our foods. Otherbro ran a sword through him when we'd found out."
The brother looks at you, and then the lawmen. He nods.
"That I did. He had a mouthful of my bread when I stuck him like a pig! I saved the rest of the loaf for m'self, thank goodness."
The lawmen chuckle amongst themselves. Their captain looks back on them, his gaze a quieting one. He looks back to you. You can see why they shut up: his eyes are stern, unmoving, fierce, black. The man holds you in this stare for nearly half a minute before he nods and gathers his reins.
"Alright, mercenary. Thank you for letting us know."
The lawmen pack up and head back from whence they came. A sigh of relief passes over the company as a whole and you order the men hiding in the bushes to come out. It's a long road ahead and hopefully there won't be more problems like this one.
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Criminal gets a good mood |
The captain hands you a scroll with Criminal's face on it. True, the resemblance is there. But the man has been in your company long enough to gain a scar or two. Maybe they won't realize it's him? You ask the criminal to step forward and, nervously, he does as told. You look to the captain.
"Is this the man you are after? I can see why you might think this is him, but look at these scars. The man in the drawing has none. And look at his hair! The one in the drawing is straight, and this man's is clearly matted and curly."
You stop because judging by the faces of your audience this isn't even coming close to working. The captain draws his sword.
"Do you take me for a fool? Kill them all."
Well, so much for that. Before the lawmen can charge you whistle as loud as you can. Half the company surges forth from the bushes, whooping and hollering like banshees. The sudden fright drives the horses wild, pitching their riders into the dirt and the travois-puller even runs off altogether, carrying with it a couple of very confused criminals.
Randombrother comes charging across the field of mayhem with a spear in hand. He plunges it deep into the captain's steed, bringing both man and beast crashing to the ground. The lawmen, what's left of them, gather around their captain. Seemingly growling, the man wipes blood from his face and spits out a tooth. He grins a gapped smile before ordering his men to charge.
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-30 relation with Noblehouse |
The captain's threats are cooled when you retrieve a large satchel of crowns. His men exchange glances as you hold the bag up.
"We've no time for this. What I have here is 1000 crowns. Take it and go away. Stay, and earn yourself a grave. Your choice, lawman."
Sensing the stares of his fellow riders, the captain is especially careful in mulling this one over. He sizes up your men, and briefly does the same to his men. He must see great losses for he finally nods. Jerking his horse's bridle, he drives his steed forward and the two of you come face to face. You smile as you hand the crowns over.
"Spend it well."
The captain takes the satchel and cinches it to the side of his saddle, looping the leather harness over the hilt of a sword while his men look on. He nods, but does not smile back.
"My daughter is to be wed in a fortnight. I'd like to be there."
You nod and bid the humorless captain farewell.
"May her husband be kind, and her children bountiful."
The captain haws his horse and leads it back to his men. They depart, the hooves of their mounts steadily thumping into the distance until there is nothing but the scratch of wind-tickled grass to fill the air.
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You spend 1000 Crowns |
You walk directly toward the captain, stopping halfway between your men and his. With your fists to your hips, you call out to the captain's lawmen, asking if they know the name of the Companyname. You see a few of the riders shift up on their saddles, balancing tented arms on their pommels as they stare intently at your banner. They quickly sit back down and hushed whispers trickle down and back up their battle line.
One man calls out, asking if it's true that you shorn the noses of those you slay. It is not true, but you've no reason to spill the truth. Another man asks if Randombrother is in your ranks, and if he has a necklace of ears and eats bonemeal for breakfast. You stifle the urge to laugh, only nodding in return. Quite naturally, the rumors overtake your opponents and they begin to cry out that this fight is not theirs to have.
The captain tells them that you're full of shit and to charge, but none follow his orders. Eventually, the captain is forced to turn back, heading after his men who are now in retreat.
The supposed cannibal-brother walks up, scratching his head.
"Bonemeal for breakfast?"
A crackle of laughter rips through the company and soon a chant of 'don't eat me!' is to be had.