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【书籍搬运】Charwich-Koniinge Letters, v3 查威治与孔尼因德通信集,第三卷

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Charwich-Koniinge_Letters,_v3

查威治与孔尼因德通信集,第三卷

作者:查威治 与 孔尼因德

3E411年,末种月,13日

高岩省,途歇城

我亲爱的孔尼因德:

请原谅这封信上糟糕的笔迹,我恐怕是活不长了。我只能详细回复你信中的一个部分,就是我恐怕巴里亚瑟这个人,和你听到的正相反,是真实存在的。要是他真的只是守墓人想象中的人物,我就不会在写下这封信的时候感到我的生命逐渐枯竭了。

摩尔灵夫人派人去请大夫了,可我知道他们来不及了。我只需要解释清楚发生了什么,让你能明白,然后我在这个世界上的事情就都了结了。以我现在的身体情况我必须简明扼要,不能用我以前惯用人和地点的修辞饰语了。我觉得最起码你会很欣赏这点。

事情开始于我去往途歇城之时,通过我的朋友摩尔灵夫人和她的宫廷人脉,我被介绍给巴里亚瑟本人。我尽量小心行事,不给他时间来知道我们关于他的仆人哈德沃夫·内斯维尔交给他的那个让他着迷的阿祖拉之星的计划。他在埃莉萨娜女王宫廷中的作用看起来只是个陪衬,就像她的许多其他朝臣一样,因此在我们讨论神秘系法术时,不难将我和他们区分开来。很多别的酒囊饭袋们,站在宫廷上讨论起魔法艺术的大概来滔滔不绝,不过看来只有他和我对这项技艺有深入的知识。

很多不是职业法师的贵族或者冒险家也都会学上一两手有用门类的法术,比方说恢复系或者毁灭系。我相当认真地告诉巴里亚瑟我从来没学过这些(哦,不过我现在倒是希望我要是会一些恢复系的治疗法术就好了),但是我在神秘系上面有一些小研究。当然了,成为一名赛伊克还不够格,不过在隔空取物、密文和法术反射上我还是有点业余能力的。他表示很赞赏,这是我能把话题逐渐转移到另一个神秘系法术上,也就是灵魂陷阱。

我告诉他我没学过但是对这个法术很好奇。然后顺水推舟,我就提到了阿祖拉之星,无穷无尽的灵魂源泉。

想象一下我得怎样才能压抑住激动的心情,他凑近并小声告诉我说,“如果你感兴趣,明天晚上到城市西边的克莱西克石冢。”

我压根就没睡着觉。我就想着一件事,就是他向我展示阿祖拉之星的时候我如何夺取。我对巴里亚瑟还知之甚少,他的过去,他的实力,全都不清楚,但是机不可失。其实,我承认我抱着一丝希望,最好你能来,就像你在信中威胁的那样,这样我就能有个人在我冒险时为我提供搏击助力了。

写到这里,我变得越来越虚弱了,所以我得赶紧说明基本情况。第二天我来到地穴,巴里亚瑟带我穿过地穴的迷宫,到达他保存阿祖拉之星的储藏室。我们交谈地相当随意,就像你常说的,看起来真是个突然袭击的好时机。我一把抓过阿祖拉之星,并且以我自己都觉得惊讶的速度拔出了兵器。

他直奔我来,我突然觉得我的动作如同一只蜗牛一样。一道闪光,巴里亚瑟变了摸样,变回了他的本来面目,既不是人也不是精灵,而是一个迪德拉。一个巨大的迪德拉领主,在我的剑击中他那坚不可摧的护甲时,他迅速夺回了我手中的阿祖拉之星并放声大笑。

我知道我失败了,于是我掉头直奔走廊。巴里亚瑟掷出一道蓝色的能量闪电击穿了我。当时我立刻就感觉要死了。他本有一千种法术可以把我玩死,但是它却选择了一种能让我倒地忍受痛苦,并且听着他大笑的死法。最最起码的是,我没让他如愿以偿。

我已经被击中,现在再施放神秘系的抗性法术已经太晚了,尽管它能驱散魔能,反射掉它或者把它吸收化为我用。不过我还是知道如何让我逃离,一种名叫“召回”的神秘系法术,能传送到任何我最后设置精神锚点的地方。我承认,在那个时候我根本想不起来那是什么地方了。或许是我刚到达伊利亚克湾时在布霍里恩,或者在坎伯里亚,又或者在我遇见守墓人的格里姆特里庄园,还是我在途歇城的女东家的府邸里。我祈祷我没有把锚点设在上次在晨风见到你的位置,这样据说如果距离太远,人会陷在次元与次元之间。不管怎么说,我更愿意抓住机会,总比成为巴里亚瑟的玩物要好。

我施放了法术,发现我自己回到了摩尔灵夫人府邸的门阶上。能离开地穴,逃离迪德拉的魔掌实属幸事,但是我真希望我足够聪明,应该把锚点放置在法师公会或者神殿附近,好能找到大夫。没办法,我能感到我自己太虚弱了,没法走远,我敲开了门并被送到这来,就是我给你写这封信的地方,躺在我的床上。

在我写这些话的时候,亲爱的伊莱丝贝塔,摩尔灵夫人,泪眼汪汪地急冲冲进来了,告诉我大夫几分 就会 到。但 他们到 时我 已死了。我知 这 我 最后的话。亲 朋友,离这个 该 的鬼地 远。

你 友

查威治

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The Charwich-Koniinge Letters
Book III
by Charwich
Letter sent from Charwich to Koniinge about their search for Azura's Star


13 Last Seed, 3E 411

WayrestHigh Rock

My Dear Koniinge,
Please forgive the quality of the handwriting on this note, but I have not long to live. I can only reply in detail to one part of your letter, and that is that I fear Baliasir, contrary to what you've heard, is very much real. Had he been but a figment of that caretaker's imagination, I would not be feeling life ebb from me as I write this.
Lady Moorling has sent for healers, but I know they won't arrive in time. I just need to explain what happened so that you'll understand, and then all my affairs in this world will be ended. The one advantage of my condition is that I must be brief, without my habitually ornamental descriptions of people and places. I know that you will appreciate that at least.
It started when I came to Wayrest, and through my friend Lady Moorling and her court connections was introduced to Baliasir himself. I had to proceed carefully, not wanting him to know of our designs on Azura's Star which I presumed he possessed, given to him by his servant Hadwaf Neithwyr. His function in Queen Elysana's court seemed to be decorative, like so many of her courtiers, and it was not hard to differentiate myself from the others when we began conversing on the school of mysticism. Many of the other hangers-on at the palace can speak eloquently on the subject of the magickal arts, but it seemed that only he and I had deep knowledge of the craft.
Many a nobleman or adventurer who aren't mages by profession learn a spell or two from the useful schools of restoration or destruction. I told Baliasir quite truthfully that I had never learned any of that (oh, but I wish I knew some healing spells of the school of restoration now), but that I had developed some small skill in mysticism. Not enough to be a Psijic, of course, but in telekinesis, password, and spell reflection I had some amateur ability. He responded with compliments, which allowed me to segue into the topic of another spell of mysticism, the soul trap.
I told him I was unlearned but curious about that spell. And very naturally and comfortably, I was able to bring up the subject of Azura's Star, the endless well of souls.
Imagine how I had to hold back my excitement when he leaned in and whispered to me, “If that interests you, come to Klythic's Cairn west of the city tomorrow night.”
I couldn't sleep at all. The only thing I could think of was how I would get the Star when he showed it to me. I still knew so little about Baliasir, his past and his power, but the opportunity was too great to let pass. Still, I must admit that I held hopes that you would arrive, as you threatened you might in your letter, so I might have someone of physical strength to aid me in my adventure.
I am growing weaker and weaker as I write this, so I must proceed with the basic facts. I went to the crypt the following night, and Baliasir led me through the maze of it to the repository where he kept the Star. We were talking quite casually, and as you've so often said, it seemed an excellent time for an ambush. I grabbed the Star and unsheathed my blade in what I felt was amazing speed.
He turned to me and I suddenly felt that I was moving like a snail. In a flash, Baliasir changed his form and became his true self, not man or mer, but daedra. A colossal daedra lord who swiped back the Star from my grasp and laughed at my sword as it thudded against his impenetrable hide.
I knew I had been beaten, and I threw myself towards the corridor. A blue flash of energy coursed through me, flung by Baliasir's claws. At once, I began to feel death. He could have smote me with a thousand spells, but he chose the one where I could lie down, and suffer, and hear him laugh. At the very least, I did not give him that pleasure.
Already struck, it was too late for me to cast a counterspell of mysticism, one to dispel the magicka, reflect it or absorb it as my own. But I did still know how to teleport myself, what mystics term 'Recall,' to whatever place I'd last set a spiritual anchor. I confess that at the time, I didn't remember where that would be. Perhaps in Bhoriane when I arrived in the Iliac Bay, or in Kambria, or in Grimtry Garden where I met the caretaker, or my hostess's palace in Wayrest. I prayed that I had not set the anchor last when I was with you in Morrowind, for it said that if the distance is too great, one can be caught between dimensions. Still, I was willing to take that chance, rather than being the plaything of Baliasir.
I cast the spell and found myself back on the doorstep of Lady Moorling's palace. To be out of the crypt and away from the daedra was a relief, but I had so hoped that I had been smart enough to cast an anchor near a Mages Guild or a temple where I could find a healer. Instead, knowing I was too weak to walk far, I beat on the door and was taken here, where I write this letter, lying in my bed.
As I wrote those words, dear Elysbetta, Lady Moorling, came in, quite tearfully and frantic, to tell me the healers should be hre withn but a few minute. But I wil be ded ere they arrve. I know thes are m last wors. Der frend, stay away frm this cursd place.
Yr Frend,
Charwich

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