阿多纳托·莱奥特利的日记
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Adonato Leotelli's Journal
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阿多纳托·莱奥特利的日记（汤镬汉化）
兵起连年，鼓角争鸣岁月中，精锐之士往来烛炉堂旅店中屡见不鲜。其中大多就座火边，点上美酒佳酿，将其功业侃侃而谈说与顾客。
然而，目睹如此传奇故事现于身前确实一件咄咄怪事，但格伦武夫与“霜剑”霍里克两位传奇勇士，就坐在我身旁的桌边时，确实发展开来了。
或许蜜酒调和了脾气，但不久后热烈的争论便更为激化起来。格伦武夫以用双拳战斗而闻名，他将霍里克比作操持弩炮之士卒——其威力杀伤全仰仗于器物。
而霍里克当即打断了格伦武夫的说辞。倘若拳手只依赖其双手，那便该用手捧着喝蜜酒，用指甲切面包。
霍里克还说，何况这世上有些东西，单凭拳头是杀不死的，哪怕朗达古夫自己也不可为之。而他的剑，君王冰刃，有寒霜之力加持，足以斩断世界边缘的冰垣。
格伦武夫对此嗤之以鼻，声称没有人兽撑住他一拳。
就在彼时，圣灵，或是更为黑暗的意识，呈上一道决计。一位战士自大门冲入，声称一只巨型蜘蛛已经在克隆万格洞穴中扎根落脚，其行伍本有三人只有他得以独存。他双目圆睁，嘴唇发皱，显然是恐惧万分，讲个滔滔不绝。这一警告鲜有人会忘乎所以，可我们的两位英雄却完全将其视为解决争端之机遇。
于是第二天一早，他们便启程前往克隆万格洞穴，一去便是三星期。
我这辈子，辑录过伟业与悲剧，以及两者兼具之事。虽然格伦武夫和霍里克的终章仍未完成，但我担心其可能沦为后者，只因两人均不得复归。
阿多納托．萊奧特利的日記（官方繁中）
這年頭有許多名聞遐邇的戰士受到戰爭與榮耀的號召，遠赴征途時往往會在燭爐堂客棧短暫停留。各路英雄豪傑會坐在爐火旁，喚來幾杯喜愛的烈酒豪飲下肚，便向身邊的旅人酒客娓娓道來各自的豪情壯舉。
話雖如此，看著只存在於史詩傳說之中的情節在自己眼前展開，仍是不可多得的景象。而當兩名傳說中的英勇戰士：「神拳」葛蘭武夫和霍理克．霜劍在我旁邊的桌子坐下，這種難能可貴的奇景就在我眼前真實上演了。
或許是兩人手裡的蜜酒激化了雙方的脾氣，聊著聊著，本就十分高亢的情緒燒得越發炙熱，幾乎就要野火燎原。只憑一雙拳頭打遍天下無敵手的葛蘭武夫，將霍理克比擬為一名操作投石車的士兵，嘲笑他對敵人的威脅全靠手中操縱的武器。
霍理克也展開凌厲的攻勢，反擊葛蘭武夫的論調。他譏諷這名拳手，倘若如此堅持非自己的雙手不用，那他應該用手捧著喝他的蜜酒，用自己的指甲修剪鬍鬚。
霍理克說完繼續追擊：更不用說世上有許多東西是單憑雙拳無法擊斃的，就算是藍達格爾夫本尊的雙拳也無可奈何。相較之下，霍理克佩戴的寶劍君主冰鋒蘊含寒霜之力，連世界盡頭的冰牆都能刺透砍穿。
葛蘭武夫聽了嗤之以鼻，聲稱無論是人是獸，只要挨了他一拳都休想活命。
就在兩名英雄僵持不下之際，諸聖靈又或者是邪惡的勢力獻上了解方。一名戰士從門外闖入，驚駭地喊道一隻怪物蜘蛛占據了克隆萬格洞穴，還殺死了他狩獵隊中的三名同伴。那人睜大的雙眼和糾結的嘴唇都透露出純粹的恐懼，看得在場的眾人個個不寒而栗。沒有人膽敢輕視這名戰士帶來的警告，但我們的兩名英雄全然不放在眼裡，反而當成是他們解決爭端的大好機會。
於是隔日一早，兩人便出發前往克隆萬格洞穴，至今已過了三週了。
我此生寫過無數篇章，有的歌頌勇氣，有的悼念慘案，有的兩者兼備。雖然葛蘭武夫和霍理克的故事仍有最後的章節尚待完成，我擔心這則故事已然走向悲劇，因為一直到現在，兩位英雄仍未凱旋歸來。
Adonato Leotelli's Journal（官方英语）
It's not uncommon these days to see warriors of great renown pass through Candlehearth Hall, beckoned by the clarion call of war. Many of them seat themselves by the fire, order their spirit of choice, and regale the patrons with stories of their triumphs.
It is, however, a strange thing to watch such a tale write itself in front of you, but that is precisely what happened when two legendary warriors, Grenwulf the Brawler and Holrik Frost-Sword, sat down at the table beside me.
Perhaps it was the mead that shortened their tempers, but it did not take long for a spirited argument to become heated. Grenwulf, a brawler famous for fighting with only his fists, had compared Holrik to a soldier who fires a trebuchet - a man who is only as dangerous as the tool he employs.
Holrik, for his part, cut right through Grenwulf's claim. If the brawler relied only on his hands, then he should drink his mead from his palm, and slice his bread with his fingernails.
Not to mention there are things in this world, Holrik said, that fists alone cannot kill, even if that fist belonged to Randagulf himself. Whereas his sword, the Ice Blade of the Monarch, was blessed by the strength of the frost itself, and could cut through the walls of ice that lined the edge of the world.
Grenwulf scoffed at the notion, claiming that no man or beast had yet to survive a single punch.
It was then that the Divines, or perhaps darker minds, offered a resolution. A warrior came bursting through the doors, claiming a monstrous spider had taken root in the Cronvangr Cave, claiming three in his hunting party. His widened eyes and frowned lips, telltale signs of fear, spoke volumes to us all. It was a warning few would fail to heed, but our two heroes saw it as something else entirely - an opportunity to settle their dispute.
And so the next morning, they departed for Cronvangr Cave. Three weeks have passed since.
In my life I have written tales of valor and tragedy, and those that are one and the same. And while the final chapter of Grenwulf and Holrik has yet to be written, I fear this may fall into the latter category, as neither has saw fit to return.
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