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【书籍搬运】Feyfolken I 小妖灵 卷I

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小妖灵 I

——渥金·贾思

大贤者个子很高却不修边幅,胡子茂盛却头顶光亮。他的图书馆与他风格统一:年复一年越来越来的书本被丢到了书架底层,灰尘厚重却难得打扫。他从这堆书中抽出几本,开始上课。他要向他的两个学生,塔克欣和冯古达克,讲授瓦努斯·加里兰是如何创建了法师公会。他们对盖勒瑞昂在赛伊克修道会的最初生涯充满疑问,也不明白那里的魔法研究同法师公会有何不同。

“那曾经是,现在也是,一种非常刻板的生活方式。”大贤者解释说,“实际上十分精英主义。这就是加里兰对它最反感的地方。他希望魔法学习是不受束缚的……倒也不是字面上的不受束缚,而是说至少花得起钱的人都能有机会去学。如此一来,他就彻底改变了泰姆瑞尔的生活方式。”

“他把魔法的操作流程与仪式规范化了,现在的药剂师、造物师还有创咒师都按照这套规程来,是这样吧,大贤者?”冯古达克问道。

“他的贡献可不止于此。我们今天所知的魔法全都出自于瓦努斯·加里兰。他把魔法学派重组成大众可以理解的形式。他发明了炼金工具和附魔设备,这样无论谁,只要有技术而且钱足够,都可以自取所需,不用惧怕魔法反噬。嗯,他也是逐渐改良成功的。”

“您是指什么,大贤者?”塔克欣问。

“这些工具的最初版本比我们现在用的这种要更为自动化,就算是对附魔和炼金一窍不通的门外汉也能使用。在亚蒂姆岛上,学生们要学会这些知识,非得寒窗苦读多年不可,可加里兰觉得这纯粹是赛伊克的精英主义欺负学生。他发明出来的工具就像机械附魔大师和炼金大师,只要有需求,钱足够,什么东西都能给你造出来。”

“这样的话,也能造出一把,举例来说,能把世界劈成两半的剑?”冯古达克又问。

“我觉得理论上可行,但恐怕要花掉全世界的金子。”大贤者被逗乐了,“没错,虽说咱们不可能干出这种蠢事,但若真有哪个无知傻瓜弄出他自己也无法控制的东西,这种倒霉情景却也不是不会发生。于是很自然,加里兰把旧版工具扔进了垃圾箱,发明了我们今天使用的这种。它确实有些精英化,需要使用者在动手前知道他们在干些什么,但很明显这样实际许多。”

“那使用者都发明出什么了?”塔克欣问,“这里面有故事吧?”

“你想岔开话题,这样你的测验就能往后拖了。”大贤者说,“不过我确实要给你讲个故事,这是为了对刚才的课程做个说明。这个故事发生在夏暮岛西岸的艾利诺城,主角是个名叫陶巴德的文书。

故事发生在第二纪元,那时距瓦努斯·盖勒瑞昂创立法师公会并不久远,公会分部虽然还没有登陆泰姆瑞尔大陆,却已经在夏暮岛遍地开花。

五年里,我们的文书,陶巴德,过着隐居生活,只通过他的小厮戈尔高斯维持与外界的联系。在他开始隐居的第一年,他所剩不多的朋友和家人——老实说,是他过世妻子的朋友和家人,还试着来看他,但由于得不到任何鼓励,就算是最不厌其烦的亲朋也逐渐放弃了。没人有同陶巴德·胡兹克保持联系的必要理由,逐渐也就没人这么干了。他的小姨子偶尔会写信给他,通告那些他印象尚存之人的消息,但这种交流十分罕见。绝大多数出入他住所的信件都和他的职业有关。他的工作是给奥瑞-艾尔神殿写每周公告,就是钉在神殿大门上的公告、教区新闻、布道等等诸如此类的公文。

那天戈尔高斯带给他的第一封信来自他的医者,提醒他别忘了周四的门诊。陶巴德花了一阵工夫来写回信,闷闷不乐地答应了。陶巴德染上了深红瘟疫,治疗费用很是高昂——你们得理解,那个时代治疗学派还没能发展到今天的专业水平。病情汹涌弄坏了他的喉咙,所以他只能通过写字条与他人交流。

下一封信来自教会秘书埃菲尔丝,一如既往写得粗暴又恶毒。[译者:埃菲尔丝留言请用黑体,如有可能字号请调大些]“陶巴德,随信附上周日的布道,下周日程表,以及所有讣告。把它们写得生动些,你上周写的我很不满意。”

陶巴德在埃菲尔丝加入教会之前就接下了写公告的工作,所以他对她的印象只有纯粹理论性的脑内空想。这形象随时间不断演化,最开始埃菲尔丝长得像个身上挂着一圈赘肉的丑陋斯劳德肥婆娘,最近她进化成了瘦骨嶙峋的兽人老处女。当然了,说不定他自己才是真正的洞察甚透:她减肥了而已。

不管埃菲尔丝长成什么德行,她对陶巴德的态度倒是一目了然毫不掩饰的轻蔑。她讨厌他的幽默感,一丁点拼写错误也揪出来不放,还觉得他的文章结构与书法水平连业余水准都谈不上。好在为神殿工作是全天下第二安全的职业,仅次于直接在艾利诺的好国王手下当班,虽说薪水不高,但他平日也没什么开销。老实说,虽然他已经存下数量不菲的钱财,本也不用继续干下去,但要是每天无事可做那也着实无聊。更要老实说的是,由于除了写公告就是无事可做,写公告已经成为了他的人生意义。

戈尔高斯传递完信件就开始打扫房间,一边打扫一边向陶巴德通报镇上的新闻。这男孩总是喋喋不休,陶巴德基本上就是一耳进一耳出。不过这次小厮带来了有趣的消息:法师公会进驻艾利诺。

陶巴德竖起耳朵,把戈尔高斯关于公会的情报听得一清二楚,像公会法力超群的大法师,还有超级神奇的炼金与附魔工具。最终,等男孩说完,陶巴德潦草地写了张字条,把字条连同一支羽毛笔一起交给戈尔高斯。字条上写着,“让他们给笔附魔。”

“这要花很多钱的。”戈尔高斯回应道。

陶巴德把自己多年积攒的一大包上千枚金币扔到戈尔高斯手里,随即就把他轰出了门。这次,陶巴德暗想,他终于能镇住埃菲尔丝并为奥瑞-艾尔神殿带来荣耀了。

就我听到的故事版本,戈尔高斯原本打算带着这笔钱离开艾利诺,但他放心不下可怜的老陶巴德。更何况每天他在为主人送信的时候总要与埃菲尔丝碰面,而他也讨厌她。虽说这算不得优良动机,戈尔高斯还是决定去找法师公会为笔附魔。

那时的法师公会,如我先前所说,还不是精英机构,但小厮跑进去就说要使用造物台,自然还是遭到了白眼。可他一掏出钱袋,白眼就立刻融化成请他进屋的热烈欢迎了。

就连我也没见过老式的附魔工具,所以你们必须依靠自己的想象力了。一个棱镜用以将物品与魔法捆绑,当然还有各式各样的灵魂宝石以及束能球。除此之外,我对这工具的模样和运行原理也是一无所知。戈尔高斯把所有的金币都给了公会,拜其所赐他能使用公会中最昂贵的宝石为羽毛笔充能。然而那宝石里关着的是个名叫小妖灵的迪德拉。经手的会员是个才入会的新人,和那个年代绝大多数公会成员一样无知,只知道那宝石充满能量,却对其中的灵魂一无所知。戈尔高斯离开的时候,羽毛笔已经被充能到了极限。不只如此,因为充满能量,它全身上下振颤不停。

当然了,陶巴德在使用它的时候,立刻就发现事情超出了他的理解能力。”

“而现在,”大贤者说,“到测验的时间了。”

“可到底发生了什么?羽毛笔的力量是什么?”塔克欣高喊。

“您不能把故事停在这里啊!”冯古达克抗议道。

“进行完你们的召唤法术测试后我们再继续,当然,只在你们都表现出众的前提下。”大贤者回答说。

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Feyfolken I
by Waughin Jarth
The Great Sage tells Volume 1 of a story of Artaeum, Psijics, and Robotic Enchanters

 The Great Sage was a tall, untidy man, bearded but bald. His library resembled him: all the books had been moved over the years to the bottom shelves where they gathered in dusty conglomerations. He used several of the books in his current lecture, explaining to his students, Taksim and Vonguldak, how the Mages Guild had first been founded by Vanus Galerion. They had many questions about Galerion's beginnings in the Psijic Order, and how the study of magic there differed from the Mages Guild.
“It was, and is, a very structured way of life,” explained the Great Sage. “Quite elitist, actually. That was the aspect of it Galerion most objected to. He wanted the study of magic to be free. Well, not free exactly, but at least available to all who could afford it. In doing that, he changed the course of life in Tamriel.”
“He codified the praxes and rituals used by all modern potionmakers, itemmakers, and spellmakers, didn't he, Great Sage?” asked Vonguldak.
“That was only part of it. Magic as we know it today comes from Vanus Galerion. He restructured the schools to be understandable by the masses. He invented the tools of alchemy and enchanting so everyone could concoct whatever they wanted, whatever their skills and purse would allow them to, without fears of magical backfire. Well, eventually he created that.”
“What do you mean, Great Sage?” asked Taksim.
“The first tools were more automated than the ones we have today. Any layman could use them without the least understanding of enchantment and alchemy. On the Isle of Artaeum, the students had to learn the skills laboriously and over many years, but Galerion decided that was another example of the Psijics' elitism. The tools he invented were like robotic master enchanters and alchemists, capable of creating anything the customer required, provided he could pay.”
“So someone could, for example, create a sword that would cleave the world in twain?” asked Vonguldak.
“I suppose, in theory, but it would probably take all the gold in the world,” chuckled the Great Sage. “No, I can't say we were ever in very great danger, but that it isn't to say that there weren't a few unfortunate incidents where a unschooled yokel invented something beyond his ken. Eventually, of course, Galerion tore apart his old tools, and created what we use today. It's a little elitist, requiring that people know what they're doing before they do it, but remarkably practical.”
“What did people invent?” asked Taksim. “Are there any stories?”
“You're trying to distract me so I don't test you,” said the Great Sage. “But I suppose I can tell you one story, just to illustrate a point. This particular tale takes place in city of Alinoron the west coast of Summurset Isle, and concerns a scribe named Thaurbad.
This was in the Second Era, not long after Vanus Galerion had first founded the Mages Guild and chapter houses had sprung up all over Summurset, though not yet spread to the mainland of Tamriel.
For five years, this scribe, Thaurbad, had conducted all his correspondence to the outside world by way of his messenger boy, Gorgos. For the first year of his adoption of the hermit life, his few remaining friends and family -- friends and family of his dead wife, truth be told -- had tried visiting, but even the most indefatigable kin gives up eventually when given no encouragement. No one had a good reason to keep in touch with Thaurbad Hulzik, and in time, very few even tried. His sister-in-law sent him the occasional letter with news of people he could barely remember, but even that communication was rare. Most of messages to and from his house dealt with his business, writing the weekly proclamation from the Temple of Auri-El. These were bulletins nailed on the temple door, community news, sermons, that sort of thing.
The first message Gorgos brought him that day was from his healer, reminding him of his appointment on Turdas. Thaurbad took a while to write his response, glum and affirmative. He had the Crimson Plague, which he was being treated for at considerable expense -- you have to remember these were the days before the School of Restoration had become quite so specialized. It was a dreadful disease and had taken away his voicebox. That was why he only communicated by script.
The next message was from Alfiers, the secretary at the church, as curt and noxious as ever: “THAURBAD, ATTACHED IS SUNDAS'S SERMON, NEXT WEEK'S EVENTS CALENDAR, AND THE OBITUARIES. TRY TO LIVEN THEM UP A LITTLE. I WASN'T HAPPY WITH YOUR LAST ATTEMPT.”
Thaurbad had taken the job putting together the Bulletin before Alfiers joined the temple, so his only mental image of her was purely theoretical and had evolved over time. At first he thought of Alfiers as an ugly fat sloadess covered with warts; more recently, she had mutated into a rail-thin, spinster orcess. Of course, it was possible his clairvoyance was accurate and she had just lost weight.
Whatever Alfiers looked like, her attitude towards Thaurbad was clear, unwavering disdain. She hated his sense of humor, always found the most minor of misspellings, and considered his structure and calligraphy the worst kind of amateur work. Luckily, working for a temple was the next most secure job to working for the good King of Alinor. It didn't bring in very much money, but his expenses were minimal. The truth was, he didn't need to do it anymore. He had quite a fortune stashed away, but he didn't have anything else to occupy his days. And the truth was further that having little else to occupy his time and thoughts, the Bulletin was very important to him.
Gorgos, having delivered all the messages, began to clean and as he did so, he told Thaurbad all the news in town. The boy always did so, and Thaurbad seldom paid him any attention, but this time he had an interesting report. The Mages Guild had come to Alinor.
As Thaurbad listened intently, Gorgos told him all about the Guild, the remarkable Archmagister, and the incredible tools of alchemy and enchanting. Finally, when the lad had finished, Thaurbad scribbled a quick note and handed it and a quill to Gorgos. The note read, “Have them enchant this quill.”
“It will be expensive,” said Gorgos.
Thaurbad gave Gorgos a sizeable chunk of the thousands of gold pieces he had saved over the years, and sent him out the door. Now, Thaurbad decided, he would finally have the ability to impress Alfiers and bring glory to the Temple of Auri-El.
The way I've heard the story, Gorgos had thought about taking the gold and leaving Alinor, but he had come to care for poor old Thaurbad. And even more, he hated Alfiers who he had to see every day to get his messages for his master. It wasn't perhaps for the best of motivations, but Gorgos decided to go to the Guild and get the quill enchanted.
The Mages Guild was not then, especially not then, an elitist institution, as I have said, but when the messenger boy came in and asked to use the Itemmaker, he was greeted with some suspicion. When he showed the bag of gold, the attitude melted, and he was ushered in the room.
Now, I haven't seen one of the enchanting tools of old, so you must use your imagination. There was a large prism for the item to be bound with magicka, assuredly, and an assortment of soul gems and globes of trapped energies. Other than that, I cannot be certain how it looked or how it worked. Because of all the gold he gave to the Guild, Gorgos could infuse the quill with the highest-price soul available, which was something daedric called Feyfolken. The initiate at the Guild, being ignorant as most Guildmembers were at that time, did not know very much about the spirit except that it was filled with energy. When Gorgos left the room, the quill had been enchanted to its very limit and then some. It was virtually quivering with power.
Of course, when Thaurbad used it, that's when it became clear how over his head he was.
And now,” said the Great Sage. “It's time for your test.”
“But what happened? What were the quill's powers?” cried Taksim.
“You can't stop the tale there!” objected Vonguldak.
“We will continue the tale after your conjuration test, provided you both perform exceptionally well,” said the Great Sage.          

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