Alinaя знаю что тамоко - женщина, это к чему было?
вот весь дневник целиком(один из вариантов. но они только концовкой различаются), грубые ошибки я вычистил. Сообщайте все кто какие неточности найдет. Стилистические, и пунктуационные ошибки тоже принимаются. Лучше подольше делать чем потом со стыда гореть
анлийский вариант:
@1001 = ~Yoshimo hasn't been very conscientious about keeping a diary. The first pages are filled with haphazard notes of tasks completed, rewards collected, friends gained and enemies befuddled. A few letters written on fine paper in elegant, feminine hand have been stowed between the pages, with some amused remarks scribbled in the margins.
Although still not very orderly, more regular entries begin a little over a year ago.
"29 Mirtul, 1358
Went over some old letters - it has been three years since I saw Tamoko? That can't be right.
'The Suave' sets sail at high tide. Captain's niece is possessed of a most inconvenient keenness for imported goods. I suppose it's a vain hope that she'd have no stomach for the sea, so I wouldn't need to keep to my cabin to avoid her. Second mate seems cardsharp enough.
13 Eleint, 1358
Athkatla is as pleasantly avaricious as ever, but some elaborately disinterested sneakspeople patrol outside my inn, throwing dirty glares my way. The thieves' guild obviously feels I've overstayed my welcome again. Maybe I should concentrate on finding Tamoko, for a change.
18 Eleint, 1358
No sense in heading out to the mountains at night; bided my time in Crimmor listening to the word about town. To my surprise, heard a few travelers talk about that Sarevok fellow that Tamoko has mentioned. Great expectations, connections to the Iron Throne, cuts a fine figure, casts a dark shade - same man. Sounds like he has caused some kind of stir in Baldur's Gate.
She has written of him often, but little. He sounded like trouble, but I trust she has had the good sense to stay out of it. She did sound quite committed to him, though.
25 Eleint, 1358
Spent the night at the Jovial Juggler in Beregost. A drunken mercenary insisted on sampling my katana - either end of it. Distracted him with an order to the innkeeper to bring a sample from several of his barrels, and to keep them coming.
Before disappearing somewhere under the table for what I expect to be the better part of the week, the man slurred a few alarming things about the ruckus back down in Baldur's Gate. I can only hope Tamoko hasn't been involved.
According to the gentleman, everyone is now so very excited about someone called <CHARNAME>, who has done in that Sarevok and all. He went on to pontificate, however, that something's just not right about that <CHARNAME>, either, that one day this new toast of the town will flip out just like the last one. Apparently he has seen both Sarevok and <CHARNAME> once, from afar, across a crowd, maybe, so he would know.
8 Marpenoth, 1358
Scouring the streets of Baldur's Gate for the past few days and nights. Iron Throne headquarters in a state of embarrassing disarray. Found the inn Tamoko mentioned as her last resort: dingy, bootleg, beneath her. Spotted her in the innkeeper's book under a false name, with a bill left behind on 12th of Flamerule. Snuck out before the man thought of making me pay up.
10 Marpenoth, 1358
Heard a couple of Flaming Fist soldiers talk about <CHARNAME>, who single-handedly slew that nutcase bastard Sarevok and all his followers. They went on to describe <PRO_HISHER> flaming eyes, thundering voice and seven-mile stride. I left.
11 Marpenoth, 1358
(A slip of paper torn from an account book, marked with the symbol of Kelemvor, is folded between the pages of the journal:)
HUMAN FEMALE; AGE APPROX. 30; KARA-TURAN?
-- ALLEY NEAR BLACK DRAGON GATE
-- NO OVERT SIGNS OF VIOLENCE, DISEASE, OR DECAY; CAUSE OF DEATH MAGICAL?
-- FULL PLATE MAIL INSCRIBED WITH BANITE INSIGNIA; ORIENTAL CHARACTER FILIGREED IN GOLD OVER THE HEART; SOLD TO SORCEROUS SUNDRIES FOR 17,000
BURIED
13 Marpenoth, 1358
Either Sarevok or <CHARNAME> may have killed her. But she did believe in Sarevok, at the time, and Sarevok is beyond my revenge.
15 Marpenoth, 1358
Some festival or another was celebrated in the city, and I saw <CHARNAME> from a distance near the Ducal Palace - <PRO_HESHE> did not look like someone who could manage to kill my sister.
16 Marpenoth, 1358
I dreamed of Tamoko, as I often do now, but I remember very little of the dream. Only her face is branded under my eyelids, afterimage of the sun.
18 Marpenoth, 1358
I was noticed. A pallid woman in black leather stopped me tonight in the tavern where I sat, watching <CHARNAME>.
'You are the talented young man who has been asking so many questions about <CHARNAME>,' she said and shoved her cold cleavage at me. 'Don't worry, your violent wishes will be granted before long. You need only do exactly as I tell you.'
She bid me follow her into the chill night, and down the damp alleyways until we came to the place where the city forgets its nameless dead. There, she pointed me to a grave among rows upon rows of graves, each recycled as the old inhabitants rot away. This one lay dug open.
The woman opened the shoddy coffin, and therein lay Tamoko, tucked into her sleep like a child. Dead.
20 Marpenoth, 1358
Bodhi works for a masked man named Irenicus, at least in theory. They assure me that it was <CHARNAME> who killed my sister. And that I will get my revenge - only first I must bring <PRO_HIMHER> to Irenicus. Alive.
22 Marpenoth, 1358
I need not dream in mirages anymore: I have the reality, Tamoko's face settled into an unnatural serenity that not even decay can disturb. She had not rotted; she's not going away.
There is only one way to be certain. And, even if I am wrong - none of us is innocent. One way or another, she will be avenged.
23 Marpenoth, 1358
Irenicus demanded an oath of me - a geas - so I swore it. I hardly even feel it now; it's only a pinch at the base of my skull.
8 Alturiak, 1359
<CHARNAME> and <PRO_HISHER> party were captured. Blood was shed, but Irenicus has caged my quarry as far away from me as possible, and trying to impress - or force - my point upon him proved most physically unwise.
Irenicus did promise, though, that sight would return to my right eye in a few days, and ordered me to apply proper patience to my vengefulness. We are heading south.
15 Ches, 1359
In Athkatla. Obviously, this underground fortress wasn't constructed in a day.
Since we arrived, Irenicus has been busy making the full use of his new guests. He won't stand me in the way of his work, and I haven't made the mistake of sneaking over to steal a glance again.
The screams get on my nerves, so I have wandered the streets to keep from thinking about what transpires underneath. Whatever it is he's doing to them, I wish he would hurry.
20 Ches, 1359
Bodhi has spent her time establishing herself in the streets of the city, preying on the Shadow Thieves. She, too, has definitely started on her work earlier, though.
I try to steer clear of the short, brutal skirmishes. I feel a need to preserve even some measure of dissociation.
26 Ches, 1359
Irenicus does not spare me much attention, and I have managed to study some papers of his that, I believe, were never meant for my eyes. There are a lot of notes about <CHARNAME>, and about <PRO_HISHER> 'potential'. Earlier, I was too crazed to wonder about his motives.
27 Ches, 1359
One more note I found: an intercepted Iron Throne missive, with orders to the officials in the Baldur's Gate area to find and execute all and any former followers of Sarevok Anchev that happen to have survived <CHARNAME>'s assault. The Throne brooks no double-dealing.
The list includes, but is not limited to, Winski Perorate, Angelo Dosan, Tazok the ogre, a conjurer called Semaj, Cythandria, and Tamoko.
18 Tarsakh, 1359
Finally Irenicus has plans for me - and <CHARNAME>. He wants to lead <CHARNAME> on a wild goose chase all the way to his next lair, some kind of test run of this alleged potential - and he wants me to infiltrate <PRO_HISHER> group, so that I can monitor their progress.
Of course, I, too, must lie in a cage for a while first, for credibility.
25 Tarsakh, 1359
It's generally a bad idea to swear a geas when you have grief in place of knees and brain.
(The following entry was obviously written in a hurry, and left undated:)
Even though events did not proceed exactly as Irenicus had planned, the man is a master. After and aside from <CHARNAME>'s untimely escape, everything has clicked into place with frightening precision.
I believe <CHARNAME> did kill Tamoko. I cannot be sure, but in <CHARNAME>'s party I have had plenty of opportunity to assess <PRO_HISHER> ways, and it seems likely. So is this my revenge - should this uncertain, powerless rage taste like victory?
But if I cannot feel triumph, that has no effect on the things to come. We're sailing for Spellhold tonight. The quarters on the ship will be far too close for comfort, so I had best dispose of this evidence."
This is the last entry in the journal. About one third of the pages remain empty.~