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Diese Seite enthält den Text des ersten Bandes der Buchreihe Der Ebenerz-Arm (Originaltitel: Fools' Ebony) aus The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall.
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Dramatis Personae
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| Concerning Priests and Nackles As related at length by two Priests of Akatosh to the Adventurer, who at the time was not having an adventure, and had nothing better to do. In which some (probably unwanted) light is shed upon the Priesthood and its members, and upon an old peasant myth of some significance, especially common in High Rock. And in which the mysterious Fools' Ebony appears, that strange material that could bring either drastic cultural change for the many, or just great profit for a few, or death for a bunch, or have no result whatsoever. | |
| Daggerfall and Environs in the Doldrums of the 3rd Era | |
| Early in the month of Frostfall. The Dead Daedra Inn. Enter Prologue | |
| Exit Prologue | |
| Enter the ADVENTURER | |
| Enter 2 Priests of Akatosh (LHEBAN, KOMON) | |
| LHEBAN: Mind if we join you, fellow? ... Good, need some company ourselves. I am named Lheban, my fellow priest here is Komon. We both serve Akatosh, all in our own ways, of course ... | |
| ADVENTURER: Make yourselves at home, it's not my bench. But I thought that priests ... didn't go to ... er ... places like this, Inns. I mean ... unless on duty? | |
| KOMON: We often come here, hike up our robes, kick up our heels, as it were. Fill up with some bottled energy ... | |
| (Komon snickers) | |
| KOMON: Oh, yes, Oh yes ... like that young girl outside the other evening ... | |
| (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| KOMON: ... and anyway our High Priest told us to get lost... | |
| (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| ADVENTURER: Do tell, I'm not going anywhere in a hurry. | |
| LHEBAN: Well, we've both been hearing sort of ... words ... for a start. Like 'Sir Nich' or 'Sain Nack' ... | |
| ADVENTURER: Nackles, eh! Seems that several Dark Elves use that name ... particularly the ... more peculiar ones... | |
| LHEBAN: Er ... sure, if you want to put it that way ... Here, have another swig! Sure, we've got the time, and I recall it clearly now. | |
| KOMON: Yes, we've a couple hours 'til that little blonde shows up at her lamp... | |
| (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| KOMON: Nasty cruel peasants! But then, I'd send them all out to the midden ... | |
| KOMON: Now who's in Old High Mucky-Mucks' study? | |
| LHEBAN: Er ... anyway. It goes a bit like this. If the kids have been real good during the year -- filched enough in the market, mucked out the stables every day, not gone playing with goblins, left the sheep alone, and so on. If they have been real good, they've nothing to worry about. But if they haven't been real good then there is this nasty, horrid Dark Elf spirit called Nackles. Doesn't look like your typical Dark Elf -- thinner, taller. Pasty white face, long as your arm. Walks like his knees and elbows bend the wrong way. Snickers like when you drag your fingernails across slate. Wears a tight black suit (not Khajiit, more like a formal suit with buttons) but too tight and small. He visits the bad girls and -- | |
| (Komon hiccoughs) (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| KOMON: (to Lheban) What the Sheogorath was he doing in Fang Lair!? | |
| LHEBAN: (to Komon) Hush! If he's who I think he is, you do not want to know! (to all) Um, yes. Well, Nackles gets pulled all around these deep tunnels by goblins -- not your usual dirty yellow ones, but nasty black things. Anyway, they pull Nackles round and through these dark tunnels, and then, late at night, he stops below each and every bad child's hovel or house or castle - makes no difference. Then he slides up the drainage pipes ... | |
| KOMON: Creeps up cracks ... crawls through holes ... | |
| KOMON: Climbs giggling up garderobes ... | |
| KOMON: Whips? I like those. | |
| (Komon hiccoughs) (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| LHEBAN: Now if that little brat has been very, very bad then Nackles grabs the brat. Pops him or her in his dirty great sack. Hauls the sack off down the holes and cracks, down to his rusty old mine cart! And away they go! | |
| (Lheban kicks Komon) | |
| LHEBAN: Er ... so we can save them, of course, friend ... Well. Sometimes, so I've heard tell, the brat never comes back. No great loss, I guess, peasants just breed another. | |
| (Lheban pinches Komon's nose) | |
| KOMON: Nah ... it's a problem with our suppliers, I tell you ... | |
| (Lheben throws Komon through a screen) | |
| LHEBAN: Anyway, that's the short of it, this Nackles legend up around here. I recall now, it's widespread all over Tamriel ... and knowing the place, probably more than a grain of truth in the tale, much, much more ... | |
| (Komon hiccoughs) (Lheban breaks a bottle over Komon's head) | |
| (Komon falls unconscious) | |
| LHEBAN: A blessing on you for that kind gesture, friend. | |
| ADVENTURER: I thank you, I sure could use one or three ... Anyway, this 'Fools' Ebony', I've heard mutters and murmurs about that of late -- mostly eavesdropping ... pardon me ... listening ... to Mages and the like. What's with this stuff? Here, have another swig ... good! | |
| LHEBAN: Well, we're not supposed to tell outsiders ... but then, you seem to know something already. And if you have been hearing Mage gossip ... Why, maybe we can do some business. Profit all round! Well ... for the Akatosh Chantry, of course, and your fee, good Sir. | |
| ADVENTURER: More and more interesting -- tell on, I pray you. | |
| (Komon staggers to feet) (Komon hiccoughs) | |
| KOMON: Time for me to go convert that little lamppost girl ... no, no, no - not last nights one, but the blonde ... | |
| (Exit Komon) (Female squeals from offstage) | |
| (Exeunt Lheben and the Adventurer) (Enter EPILOGUE) | |
| EPILOGUE: Our apologies for the quality of this drama so far. If those of you still present will wait for a few minutes while our bard plays "Silence Implies Consent," we will change the set for the next act, Part the Twoth. Please don't forget to tip your wench. Do you believe there's such a thing as Fools' Ebony? Maybe we'll find out in Part the Twoth. Or maybe not. | |
| (Flourish) (Exit Epilogue) | |
| End of Part the Oneth, Being Mostly Concerned with The Legend of Nackles. |
Anmerkungen
- ↑ Die deutsche Übersetzung wurde von unter Namensnennung-Keine Bearbeitung 3.0 veröffentlicht.
