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【书籍搬运】Mythic Dawn Commentaries 1 神话破晓纪事 1

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Mythic_Dawn_Commentaries_1

中文翻译:

神话破晓注释 1

——曼卡尔·卡莫兰

(迪德拉字母:DAGON——达根)

欢迎你,新入教者,首先我等向你保证如下:曼卡尔·卡莫兰曾经同你一样,尚未觉醒、愚昧无知而以原名之态行走世间。我等凡人皆自梦管而生,彼此并无不同,除去与母亲的一体共生并无披甲,因此才必须反复实践,重构关系,直至最终可以全新视角审视我等家园,离她而去,无需再因将其弃于身后而惶恐。就在此刻我等永远摧毁了她,并进入了达根亲王的领域。

读者,此书乃是你通向那片领域的大门,可尽管你身为摧毁者却仍需屈服于门锁。达根亲王只将暂停之时间留给那些足够聪慧之人,而其余人等均在愚蠢飞奔之时为奥比斯夺走。先要走路,跟随,你所感到的不耐烦正是你要枭首的第一个奴隶。

如达根亲王所写的那样进入:带着四把钥匙慢步前来。要知彼时你便是王裔,成为摧毁者的一道新血脉,而你的花园充盈已知与未知的花朵,万华正似在神话破晓之时绽放。由此你将重返坠地初啼之时,而之后命运迥异,此次将度过新名之人生,成为以瘴气为母之主宰般的大师。

四把钥匙中的每一把均对我等了如指掌,而惟有伴随颤抖我等才被允许前行。或许你来到我等之处是通过战争、研究、阴影或是某蛇队列,尽管每条路各有侧重,其奖赏却总是如下:欢迎,新入教者,令你得以前来的千万种方法皆出于你拥有身为王者之品性。现在搜寻你的衣袋,看!这就是第一把钥匙,闪烁着崭新黎明之光辉。

黑夜跟随白昼,如是要知晓此等基本洞察亦将坠入扰动不停的黄昏之海,而全部信仰均将于此处受到考验。我等再次保证如下:即便是篡位者亦在起身索取舰队之前沉入髂骨湾。恐惧只在那一秒间。动摇的信仰如水自有其目的:在拂晓之花园我等将呼吸到全部真实。

如达根亲王所写的那样进入:带着四把钥匙慢步前来。我等教团之秩序乃是基于他强力剃刀之信条:新入教者,行责骑士,教士以及大师。让恶者在剃刀烈光下燃烧殆尽若我等目线之不能及,随后我等之知识便将正确前行。然而,记住你的眼光依旧狭窄,而即便你已获得了邀请,你却仍不知地址。

我个人的召唤乃是来自达根亲王亲手写于锈渍创伤之沙漠中的一本书册。其名为“沙克斯秘典”,汇集艾德莫灵书各篇,乃是万谜之妻的先祖。其中每个单字皆育以剃刀,富以秘密,其薄甚于灾变,而为赤色之饮打磨。我所提及的全部皆为你新升等级的圣约,孩子。你名字的沉重如今已被削减。

宫殿、茅屋、或是洞穴,你已将全部概念之迷世弃于身后。Nu-Mantia!自由!为天堂之应许欢乐吧!

你周身外的成形与再成形无穷无尽,事迹即为存在,全部系统都处于其盛开至零和前的一小时,正如将于达根亲王之金足处舞动而穿戴之神性祭袍般开放。他的第一条手臂处乃是一场风暴,第二条则为疫病之雨的洪流,第三条乃阿努之全部火种,而第四条则为帕多美之非常视角。为你已拥有这第一把钥匙而欢欣鼓舞吧,因其将在众虚假天堂之虫腐残骸中叮当作响。

我于漫游中狂吼,直至我因布道福音而声带嘶哑。我已阅读了达根亲王的神秘,并因此洪流携来之疯狂而焕然一新。直至我隐藏起来我的言词才拥有力量。这些并非泰姆瑞尔之常见言词,因此地之牧师早已对晨晓之特殊存在感到陌生。

自我的错误中学习;要知晓谦卑乃是曼卡尔·卡莫兰最初源的智慧。带着四把钥匙慢步前来。

将自己奉献给那片破晓使我佩上了那款优雅腰带。当我的声音回还,它则以另一种语言发声。而三夜之后我便可言说火焰。

赤色之饮,育以剃刀,我已瞥见通向花园之路,并已明了若要告知他人其港口位于何处,我必须先令自己沉溺于探索之海。要知晓我已寻得我的舰队,而你则是我希望之旗舰。欢迎你,新入教者,曼卡尔·卡莫兰曾经同你一样,尚未觉醒、愚昧无知而以原名之态行走,但现在早已不是。如今我端坐于这个宇宙全部世界之中,等待与你共享盛筵。Nu-Mantia!自由!

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Commentaries on the Mysterium Xarxes Book One
by Mankar Camoran
The first book read by initiates to the Mythic Dawn cult

 The word displayed in Daedric is "DAGON".
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50px-Fancy_G.pngreetings, novitiate, and know first a reassurance: Mankar Camoran was once like you, asleep, unwise, protonymic. We mortals leave the dreaming-sleeve of birth the same, unmantled save for the symbiosis with our mothers, thus to practice and thus to rapprochement, until finally we might through new eyes leave our hearths without need or fear that she remains behind. In this moment we destroy her forever and enter the demesne of Lord Dagon.

53px-Fancy_R.pngeader, this book is your door to that demesne, and though you be a destroyer you must still submit to locks. Lord Dagon would only have those clever enough to pause; all else the Aurbisclaims in their fool running. Walk first. Heed. The impatience you feel is your first slave to behead.

58px-Fancy_E.pngnter as Lord Dagon has written: come slow and bring four keys. Know that then you are royalty, a new breed of destroyer, whose garden shall flood with flowers known and unknown, as it was in the mythic dawn. Thus shall you return to your first primal wail and yet come out different. It shall this time be neonymbiosis, master akin to Master, whose Mother is miasma.

58px-Fancy_E.pngvery quarter has known us, and none bore our passing except with trembling. Perhaps you came to us through war, or study, or shadow, or the alignment of certain snakes. Though each path matters in its kind, the prize is always thus: welcome, novitiate, that you are here at all means that you have the worthiness of kings. Seek thy pocket now, and look! There is the first key, glinting with the light of a new dawn.

46px-Fancy_N.pngight follows day, and so know that this primary insight shall fall alike unto the turbulent evening sea where all faiths are tested. Again, a reassurance: even the Usurper went under theIliac before he rose up to claim his fleet. Fear only for a second. Shaken belief is like water for a purpose: in the garden of the Dawn we shall breathe whole realities.

58px-Fancy_E.pngnter as Lord Dagon has written: come slow and bring four keys. Our Order is based on the principles of his mighty razor: Novitiate, Questing Knight, Chaplain, and Master. Let the evil ones burn in its light as if by the excess of our vision. Then shalt our Knowledge go aright. However, recall that your sight is yet narrow, and while you have the invitation, you have not the address.

47px-Fancy_M.pngy own summons came through a book Lord Dagon wrote himself in the deserts of rust and wounds. Its name is the 'Mysterium Xarxes', Aldmeretada aggregate, forefather to the wife of all enigma. Each word is razor-fed and secret, thinner than cataclysms, tarnished like red-drink. That I mention it at all is testament to your new rank, my child. Your name is now cut into its weight.

43px-Fancy_P.pngalace, hut, or cave, you have left all the fog worlds of conception behind. Nu-mantia! Liberty! Rejoice in the promise of paradise!

58px-Fancy_E.pngndlessly it shall form and reform around you, deeds as entities, all-systems only an hour before they bloom to zero sums, flowering like vestments, divine raiment worn to dance at Lord Dagon's golden feet. In his first arm, a storm, his second the rush of plagued rain, the third all the tinder of Anu, and the fourth the very eyes of Padhome. Feel uplifted in thine heart that you have this first key, for it shall strike high and low into the wormrot of false heavens.

53px-Fancy_R.pngoaring I wandered until I grew hoarse with the gospel. I had read the mysteries of Lord Dagon and feeling anew went mad with the overflow. My words found no purchase until I became hidden. These were not words for the common of Tamriel, whose clergy long ago feigned the very existence of the Dawn. Learn from my mistake; know that humility was Mankar Camoran's original wisdom. Come slow, and bring four keys.

50px-Fancy_O.pngffering myself to that daybreak allowed the girdle of grace to contain me. When my voice returned, it spoke with another tongue. After three nights I could speak fire.

53px-Fancy_R.pnged-drink, razor-fed, I had glimpsed the path unto the garden, and knew that to inform others of its harbor I had to first drown myself in search's sea. Know ye that I have found my fleet, and that you are the flagship of my hope. Greetings, novitiate, Mankar Camoran was once you, asleep, unwise, protonymic, but Am No More. Now I sit and wait to feast with thee on all the worlds of this cosmos. Nu-mantia! Liberty!

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