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风舵城书信集
风舵城书信集
下面的这封誊写的信件在第三纪元早期，独孤城一栋房屋遭遇火灾后，从一个保险箱里找到的。从位址名来看，没有人住在这里，也不知道这个保险箱存在了多久了。信件相信是在领主无心者艾尔格瑞尔统治期间写下的，他在第二纪元统治着风舵城，但是很少有其他关于他的记录。
亲爱的瑟萨龙里奥斯，
我希望这封信能平安的到达你的手中。现在在城里找纸张是越来越困难了，但是我存下了交税时给我的税单。我希望你不要介意信的反面有我家庭的帐单。
风舵城仍然和从前一样寒冷，但是再冷也比不上国王的心。炊烟和狂欢的喧闹每日在宫殿内升起，而我们却没有一点木头或者煤来取暖。我们很担心小家伙，但是他们倒是很勇敢，对生活一无所知。我们整天都在谈论你，但愿我们能马上来见你。
你的，
蕾莉亚
亲爱的瑟萨龙里奥斯，
你上一封信成功到达了，但是你提到的钱却没有着落。当我向信差提到这件事的时候，她耸了耸肩膀，一言不发的关上了门。尽管听到你的消息让我们愉快，但是我得提醒你，别再相信那个女人。
整个城市的思维变得越来越麻木、沉默了。我们忍饥挨饿，但那没心没肺的人却从未露脸，没有演讲，没有救助他的子民。他们法师几次被看到出现在城市的街道上，拜访民居。我看到他在门上画了一些可怕的符号——像血一样洒落下来接着又像沙一样消失在风中。第二天黎明，房间里就没有一个可以喘气的人了。我是其中一个被派去打扫房间的女仆的朋友。她向我和孩子描述了最为可怕的场景，但是我还是不要告诉你细节了。
最糟糕的地方就是，那一家人曾经是支持国王的。如果连他的朋友都不能幸免，我们其他人的命运会变成什么样？
但请别让这件事使你在重要的任务上分神。我们知道你试图解放我们，我们祈祷你成功并快点回来。
爱你的，
蕾莉亚
以下的这封信看起来像是用木炭写在一块布上。
瑟斯，
我希望你还没有……[模糊]……努力很重要，但是我们的苦难还会继续……[模糊]……报复是迅速而可怕的。如果你不再在乎我了，至少你得在乎你自己……[模糊]……永远爱你，R
亲爱的瑟萨龙里奥斯，
几个星期过去了，我们没有收到独孤城的来信。我告诉孩子们你只是很忙，但是这个借口变得越来越不管用了。如果你没办法寄钱回来（我理解，走私任何有价值的东西进城已经成为傻瓜才做的事情），至少写封信回来，让我知道你还活着并为解放风舵城而努力。
正如我前面提到的，你还是关心自己的工作吧。食品短缺已经成为了现实，我现在已经不关心这之外的事了。
你永远的，
蕾莉亚
我最最亲爱的瑟萨龙里奥斯，
收到你上次的来信真让我高兴。请原谅我这个饥饿之人的咆哮吧。我们终于耗尽了地下室里储存的食物，即使有严格的配给制度。我看到小家伙的脸变得越来越瘦，我的心在流泪。他们在某些方面十分勇敢。我觉得他们照顾我远远超过了我照顾他们。
请快点回来把，我急切的想看见你的脸。
——R
爸爸，
妈妈让我写信给你，我们爱你也想你。妈妈很累，但是访客很多，所以我们互相扶助，过的很好。
爱你的，
斯特索和莎普尔
瑟萨龙里奥斯，
我没有多少时间了。城市终于被攻破了。宫殿的门已经不能阻止我们了。风暴马上就要来临了。我聚集了其他幸存者，我们即将自己掌控自己的命运。我希望能在城墙的另一边看到你。为我们祈祷吧，就像我们曾经为你祈祷那样。
你的蕾莉亚
The Windhelm Letters
The Windhelm Letters
The following transcribed letters were recovered from a strongbox found after a fire consumed a house in Solitude in the early part of the 3rd Era. Nobody by the addressed name lived at the home, and it is unknown how long the family had owned the strongbox. The letters are believed to have been written during the reign of Jarl Elgryr the Unminded, who ruled Windhelm in the Second Era and about whom few other records are extant.
My dearest Thessalonius,
I hope this letter reaches you, and finds you well. It is getting more difficult to find paper within the city, but I still save the scraps sent by the city's tax agents. I hope you don't mind a household reckoning on the reverse of this.
Windhelm remains as cold as ever, but nothing compared to the heart of her king. Smoke and revelry rise from the palace daily, while we have little wood or coal to keep the chill off. I fear for the little ones, but they're so brave, having never known any other kind of life. We all speak of you daily, and hope that we may come to see you soon.
Yours,
Reylia
Dear Thessalonius,
Your last message arrived safely, but the promised gold mentioned within did not. When I mentioned this to the courier, she shrugged and turned to the door with no other word. While hearing from you brings joy to us all, I would caution you to not trust that particular woman again.
The minds of the city grow numb with cold and silence. We starve, and the unminded one makes no appearance, no speech, nothing to succor his people. His wizard has been seen walking the streets of the city at odd hours, visiting homes. I saw him paint some horrid symbol on one door -- it dripped like blood before vanishing like sand in the wind. The next dawn, nobody who lived there still drew breath. I am a friend to one of the scullery maids who was sent to clean out the house. She described the most horrible things to me and the children, but I will spare you the details.
The worst of it is, that was a house that supported the king. If that's what happens to his friends, what will be the fate of the rest of us?
But don't let this shift your mind from its important tasks. We all know you work to free us, and pray for your success and swift return.
Love,
Reylia
This next letter was scribbled onto a piece of cloth with what appears to be charcoal.
Thess.,
I hope you didn't actually ... [illegible] ... efforts are important, but our sufferings must remain ... [illegible] ... retaliation can be swift and terrible. If you no longer care for me, at least think of your ... [illegible] .... Love always, R
Dear Thessalonius,
Weeks go by and we have no word from Solitude. I tell the children that you're simply very busy, but it's getting harder to make excuses for you. If you can no longer send money (and I understand, smuggling anything of value into the city has become a fool's errand), at least send word that you still live and work for the freedom of Windhelm.
As regards your issue that I mentioned previously, worry not. With food shortages being what they are, I have removed it from my concerns.
Always yours,
Reylia
My dearest Thessalonius,
It was good to hear from you at last. Please forgive the rantings of a starving mind. We have at last depleted the basement stores of food, even with the strictest rationing. I see the little ones' faces growing thin and my heart weeps for them. They are, in some ways, brave. I think they're looking after me moreso than I them.
Please come home. I strongly desire to look upon your face.
-- R
Papa,
Ma said to write you, so we love and miss you. Ma is tired a lot, but has lots of visitors, so we are being good and helpping.
Love,
Stessl and Shapl
Thessalonius,
I don't have much time. The city has finally broken. The gates of the palace will not keep us out. The storming begins soon. I have gathered those who still have a spirit to live, and we are taking our own fortunes to hand. I hope to see you on the other side of this. Pray for us as we once prayed for you.
Your Reylia
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