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【书籍搬运】The Path of Transcendence 升华之路

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中文书名:升华之路

英文书名:The Path of Transcendence

原文出处:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:The_Path_of_Transcendence

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第一篇:我最初得到的结论可能并不准确,但它们坚定了我的道路。我将跟随这条道路,直到我达到目标或是烂在这个洞里为止。无论哪种结果都将是从我日日夜夜不吃不喝、没有任何同伴的劳作中的一次令人愉快的解脱。如果是一个低阶法师,到现在他肯定已经疯掉了。但我不是个低阶法师!尽管他们一丝不苟地尝试,尽管他们的心灵和思想忠于我们伟大的君主,我的死灵法师同胞们却缺少完完全全的献身精神,为达到最终的目标——巫妖化的境界所必须的精神。就连Falcar本人都无法与我纯粹的决心与不愿接受任何失败的精神相比。这就是为什么我,Celedaen,将会很快成为黑暗信徒(Worm Eremites,个人感觉翻成蠕虫信徒太难听了些..)——那些我们的君主最为看重的仆人中的一员。我将骄傲而恭顺地坐在他的右手边,而那些法师公会的蠢蛋们将匍匐在我乘着蛆虫的脚下!

第二篇:就连最庸俗的乡间传说都一直是这样讲的:巫妖必须依然以某种方式与他的灵魂相联结,这种联系一般由将灵魂转移到一件有形的物品中的方式来建立。比如一只瓮,一只石棺,或一只水晶瓶….一个虎人神话甚至讲过有一个巫妖把他的灵魂保存在木精灵婴儿的头颅中!也就是这些乡下佬一直自我安慰地相信,如果他们真的不幸碰到一只巫妖,只需找到他的灵魂容器并摧毁它,就能摧毁巫妖本人。一群只会讲屏蔽词语故事的屏蔽词语!真正的巫妖是不会有那种弱点的!仅仅打碎一个玻璃瓶,就能打败一名君主的黑暗信徒吗?这种看法太荒诞,太滑稽了。没错,想成为巫妖的死灵法师必须将他的灵魂转移到有形的容器中,但一旦转换完成,一旦这死灵法师完全变化为巫妖形态,这个容器就没有用了。但真正困惑我许久的是这种转换的过程。许久以来,我的灵魂依然被限制在我俗世的肉身中,任何尝试都没能使我摆脱这尘世的束缚,升华为我梦寐以求的巫妖形态。

第三篇:我研读的每一部著作,一卷又一卷关于死灵法术的论述,全都没有一点用途!我已经开始为这些年浪费在研究这些所谓"精华本"上的时光而感到恶心了。哪个头脑正常的人会想去操纵一只死了一个月的赛洛迪尔蝴蝶,或是复生一只稀有的白子泥蟹的烂壳?我在这洞窟里究竟浪费了多久?而且是为了什么?啊,是的,我知道了!我将复生一支畸形小地精所组成的军队,踏进白金塔(the White-Gold Tower)!至少这点是我能做到的!我的思想已经变成了死灵法术废料的垃圾场,在那里咒语和仪式竞相争取将我完全逼疯的荣耀。而我的研究依然没有一点儿进展!我不再相信自己和自己的信念了吗?也许我的研究过于刻苦了。许多夜晚我放弃了对君主的祷告,仅为多做一次实验,多念一次咒文。现在我需要的是休息。我需要休息,以及平静的状态,这样我才能与君主交谈,重新许下我忠实虔诚的誓言。哪本破烂的古籍中会有我们伟大的君主所不能提供的解答呢!

第四篇:我终于得到了升华的秘密!我经历了那么久的搜索,那么辛苦的劳作,但我真愚蠢!放弃我的研究而专心于祷告是正确的。昨晚,当我静坐冥想时,伟大的君主真的降临了!他将我苦苦追求的知识传授给了我!升华的秘密甚至比我能想象的还要复杂晦涩得多,我永远无法将它们用笔记录下来。事实上,它们从未被记载过!我所有独居的时光都是虚度,因为我渴求的秘密只能直接从我们伟大的君主本人那里获得。很快我就将成为一名黑暗信徒,以永久的不死之身侍奉君主!

第五篇:在献祭了无数无辜者,召唤了无数仆从帮助我的工作,以及不知疲倦地执行了一场持续近一周的仪式后,我终于完成了坚韧之沙(Sands of Resolve)的制造。然而升华为完全的巫妖形态并不是一夕之间就能完成的。容器已制作出来,但我的能量、我的灵魂,必须被完全注入其中。就连君主也不能肯定这个过程会持续多久,因为那是因人而异的,与许多因素有关,其中既有肉体的因素,也有灵魂的因素。然而有一件事是肯定的:直到转化完成的那一天,这个沙漏必须不能离开我的掌控!我每天都变得愈加强大,但我也从未如此脆弱。如果坚韧之沙出了什么问题,如果这个沙漏离开了我的身体,灵魂与容器的连接就将被切断。想到我的努力,我的生命,在我已如此接近成功之时可能会这么轻易地被抹去,我几乎无法承受。

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The Path of Transcendence
by Celedaen
A necromancer's diary of efforts at becoming a lich


Entry 1: My initial findings may have been inconclusive, but they set me on the path I will pursue until I achieve my goal or lie rotting in this cave. Either outcome will be a welcome respite from the days and nights I've spent toiling without food, water, or any kind of companionship. A lesser mage would have fallen prey to madness by now, I'm sure of it. But I am not a lesser mage! Though they try in earnest, though their hearts and minds are true to the teachings of our great Sovereign, my fellow Necromancers lack the complete dedication required to achieve that ultimate of goals -- the state of lichdom. Not even Falcar himself can match my sheer tenacity, my unwillingness to accept failure on any level. That is why I, Celedaen, will soon join the ranks of the Worm Eremites, those servants favored by our sovereign above all others. I will sit with honor and obedience at his right hand while those fools in the Mages Guild grovel at my maggot-ridden feet!
Entry 2: Even the most pedestrian peasant fairy tale has long held that a lich must somehow remain bound to his soul, and that connection most commonly manifests itself as a transference of the spirit into an actual physical object. An urn, a sarcophagus, a crystal phial.... One Khajiit fairy tale even tells of a lich who preserved his spirit in the severed head of a Wood Elf infant! And these same peasants long comforted themselves with the belief that if they ever had the grave misfortune of facing a lich, they would need only find the vessel containing his spirit form and then destroy it, thus destroying the lich himself. Fools and their folklore! True liches possess no such weakness! Can one of the Sovereign's Worm Eremites be bested by shattering a glass vase? The very notion is so absurd as to be comical. Yes, a Necromancer must transfer his soul into a physical vessel, but once that transference is complete, once the Necromancer has fully metamorphosed into his lich form, the vessel is inconsequential. But it's the process of this transference itself that has eluded me for so long. My soul remains bound to my earthly body, and nothing I have attempted has allowed me to free myself of this mortal coil and transcend to the state of lichdom I so dearly desire.
Entry 3: Every tome I've acquired, the volumes upon volumes of Necromantic discourse, all useless! I have grown disgusted by the years of wasted life that have been poured into these so-called "essential" writings. Who in their right mind would ever wish to animate a month-dead Cyrodilic butterfly, or bring life to the rotting husk of a rare albino mud crab? How many months have I wasted away in this cave? And for what reason? Ah, yes, I know! I will resurrect an army of deformed goblin younglings and march on the White-Gold Tower itself! That at least is in my reach! My mind has become a cesspool of Necromantic waste, where reject spells and rituals compete for the honor of finally driving me completely insane. And still I am no closer to achieving my goal than I was when I first began this process. Am I losing faith in myself, in my discipline? Perhaps I have been studying too hard. Many a night I have sacrificed my prayers to our Sovereign for one more experiment, one more incantation. What I need now is rest. Rest, and a state of tranquility, so that I may commune with our Sovereign and re-pledge my loyalty and devotion. For what answer will I find in some crumbling codex that could not be supplied by our great Sovereign himself?
Entry 4: The secret is mine! So long I searched, so hard I toiled, but I was a fool! I was right to forgo my studies for a more ardent devotion to prayer. Last night, as I sit in the throes of meditation, our great Sovereign did come to me! He passed to me the knowledge I have sought for so long! The secrets of transcendence were even more complex and arcane than even I could have imagined, and I will never transcribe them into any written work. Indeed, they have never been recorded! All my months of solitude were for naught, as the secret I so desperately sought could only be obtained through direct communication with out great Sovereign himself. Soon I will walk the earth as a Worm Eremite, serving the Sovereign in a state of endless undeath!
Entry 5: Through the sacrifice of many innocents, the resurrection of many servants to aid me in my tasks, and the tireless performance of a nearly week-long ritual, I have completed construction of the Sands Of Resolve. The transcendence to full lichdom will not be immediate, however. The vessel has been crafted, but my energy force, my soul, must be fully transferred into it. Not even our Sovereign was quite certain how long this process would take, at it varies from one Necromancer to the next, based on many factors both physical and spiritual. One thing, however, is certain. This hourglass must never leave my possession until the transference is complete! I grow more powerful every day, but in truth am more vulnerable than I've ever been. If something were to happen to the Sands of Resolve, if the hourglass should somehow leave my person, the connection between soul and vessel would be severed. To think that my work, my life, could be eradicated so easily after I've come so close to success is almost more than I can bear.

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