ゲーマーは、Elder Scrolls VIの役割に100,000ドルを費やしています
Make-A-Wish Mid-Atlantic Charityと協力しているBethesdaは、 *The Elder Scrolls *シリーズのファンが、待望のRPG *Tes VI *の開発に直接影響を与えるエキサイティングなイニシアチブを展開しました。この発表は、ゲームコミュニティの間で熱意の旋風をかき立て、幸運なファンがゲームの世界で不死になる機会を締めくくる歴史的なオークションにつながりました。
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このオークションは、匿名の愛好家から85,450ドルの驚異的な高い入札に達し、 * TES VI *に自分自身をモデル化するか、仕様に合わせて作成されるキャラクターを持つユニークな機会を確保しました。入札戦争は激しく、個々のゲーマーとUESPや帝国図書館などの大手ファンコミュニティの両方が争いに加わりました。後者は、ロールプレイングフォーラムのメンバーであるLorrane Pailrelの貢献を称えることを目的としていましたが、最終的には約60,000ドルで上回りました。
Bethesdaは、勝利のキャラクターの役割についての詳細をラップしていますが、ファンベースは憶測で賑わっています。そのようなイニシアチブがゲームの確立された伝承を改ざんするかもしれないという懸念を表明するものもあれば、それをゲームのファブリックに織り込むための心温まる方法と見なしているものもあります。これらの議論の中で、インサイダーは *Tes VI *についての一口を漏らしており、高度な造船力学、スリリングな海軍の戦い、ゲームの広大な世界への象徴的なドラゴンの帰還を含めることを示唆しています。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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