还有,这翻译翻得,啧啧,原文就是一股克苏鲁风格,不是逗逼食人魔风格
I was a mere boy fighting at the war camp when the masters first blessed me with their visions.
I have come to Silithus, to the site of the great wound, seeking wonders beyond imagining.
Make me your vessel, Masters!
Last night I dreamt of two great armadas clashing upon an ocean of blood.
Shadows writhing beneath them, rising. Rising. I smiled in my sleep.
Why did the skittering insects have to stir me? Damn those bugs!
No matter. We will finish what they began.
Life returns to this dead place.
First the bugs came. Now Goblins skulk about. It is the blood they crave... I am sure of it.
Bah, Let them have these drippings! Soon there will be enough seas to sate every thirst.
Today the smoke rose from my campfire and took form.
A shepherd, cloaked in the shadows of her past, beloved by a flock of blind sheep.
She guided them over a cliff. Even as they crashed upon the rocks, they never doubted her.
The crows grew fat upon sheep flesh. Her laughter echoed all around.
The blade's eye watches all. Why do you not see?
The first of his lies has been offered.
Bound by a Throne? No... boundless.
The next will come soon.
A band of cultists arrived. Do they comprehend my blessing? My greatness?
They speak of Argus. Of the one who was awakened. Of the victory that went unnoticed.
I shared my vision, but the skinny one just laughed. I do not like her.
Many days have passed without a vision.
Have I displeased you, Masters?
I will leave you a sacrifice.
Remember me!
The star peers down. I must hide from its glare.
The dagger spoke true. It has been too long since I was drowned.
Do not forsake me, Masters!
The bones were picked clean, yet still I am granted no insight. The others scoff. They question my devotion.
But I am the chosen vessel. I will not lose faith!
Another sacrifice. Yes. One more of them will not be missed.
Roused by her screams. Stirred by her whispers.
A blessing from the Masters. At last I understand!
A door. A path. Ours. Ours.
Fool! The circle has awakened us all.