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【书籍搬运】Rising Threat, Vol. I 威胁兴起,卷I

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威胁兴起

——旭日要塞之拉瑟尼尔

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下文均出自旭日要塞的拉瑟尼尔之手笔。此人为一名在第四纪元初期便从夏暮岛逃至赛瑞迪尔的艾特莫难民。据拉瑟尼尔本人所讲,他所逃避的绝非夏暮岛湮灭危机的后续灾难,而是“萨尔摩强加于我美丽祖国之上的邪恶暗影”。

拉瑟尼尔,即便以不至失礼的言词形容,也着实有些神经质,而他对萨尔摩所涉的某些指控更贴近疯言疯语。也许这就是为何他对萨尔摩与先代精灵之地的强烈警告与直白批评在当时被许多人当成了耳边风不予采信。然而,历史终究还是部分验证了拉瑟尼尔的主张。

——普拉克希斯·埃拉图姆,帝国历史学家

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在那大煎熬降诸我等世界之时,我方才告别童年。空气被撕裂成片,自那裂口伤痕中涌出的则是来自湮灭地狱深处的万众迪德拉。诸多民众向海岸群涌而去,希望能自达根的凶暴军队手下逃离——可大海背叛了我们,滔天巨浪击碎了我们的船只与海港,将我们遗弃在与其相比死亡都算是仁慈的残忍命运里。

耸立的水晶塔成为了我们希望的最后堡垒,在字面意义还是象征意义上均是如此。

难民涌进水晶塔,直至塔中再也容不下更多的人。我可以直接尝到空气中凝聚的恐惧,感受到绝望的棺椁令人窒息。我们能看见在远方树丛中移动的迪德拉,但他们却并没有直接向我们推进。日复一日,迪德拉依旧没有前进到堡垒射手的射程之内。希望开始滋生。“他们害怕我们。”有些人说,“就算是迪德拉,也明白万不可将水晶律法的智慧与魔法当成儿戏!”

如今想来,那群湮灭地狱的丑恶居民简直就是故意等待我们开始被这份精神激励的这一刻,然后他们开始了行动。

在我们入睡之时,不可计数的迪德拉军团把我们团团围住,可那里并不只有他们。成百上千的艾特莫囚徒被关押在他们中间。破晓时分,那群迪德拉开始拷打囚徒,把他们生生剥皮,而他们的惨叫惊醒了我们。我们只能可耻而惊恐地眼看我们的同胞被完全亵渎……被瓜分殆尽,生吞活剥,被迪德拉残忍的战争机器刺穿,成为他们不洁野兽的食物。

这场流血仅仅是他们的开胃菜。

处理完我们的同胞,迪德拉便立刻把目光转向了水晶塔。我们伟大而高贵的堡垒阻挡他们有如处于滑坡之中的顽强橡树——它立得笔挺,宛若几乎能抵御住周遭的毁灭狂潮,最终却逃不过被卷走的厄运。

我们值得歌颂的众法师杀掉了千百迪德拉,仅仅几十个人就把他们烤成了焦炭。射手们在百步以外便锁定了他们迪德拉铠甲上的微小间隙,射杀了他们的队长与指挥官。我们英勇防御者的力量与技巧令人目眩,但这些依旧不够。迪德拉攀爬过同僚的尸体前进,他们毫不犹豫地步入死亡与毁灭,这能让泰姆瑞尔最强大的军队胆寒。

在他们于城墙上打出豁口之时,我和其他的胆小鬼一起逃跑了。我并不以此为傲。此后这件事一直折磨着我,承认这件事让我羞愧至死,但这就是事实。我们在完全无措的惊恐中逃跑了,丢下了那些坚守抵御屠杀最后一道防线的英勇同胞,丢下了那些保护我们如画一般水晶塔的人们。

我们在精心隐蔽的密道中狂奔,逃过降临水晶塔的混乱,又重新钻出了地面。就在此时声音响起了。起初就像阵风沙沙吹过密林中的树叶,但声音并没有就此停止。它转而扬声为咆哮,而我脚下的大地开始颤抖。我转身去看,整个世界都静止了。

我站在那里,整个人被刺穿了一般,仿佛有人自我的胸膛生生扯出了我的祖国之心。无法思考,无法理解,水晶律法之塔坍塌了,如被铁拳殴打的乞丐般毫无尊严。我以为自己见到的是永恒,几乎无法将我所见与我所知整合起来。

我自心底发出哀泣,而当那无法思考的咒语消解,我意识到自己身处何处,周围的空气中则充斥了哭声。这些哭声来自如我般被恐惧咒惑了的难民。“走吧。”我声音嘶哑地说,我的心,我脚下大地的心,已经彻底碎裂。没有一个人移动,就连我自己也没有。

我整合起全部的意志力,将方才发生之事带来的所有恐惧、憎恨与苦恼怒吼出来。它们化身为一声愚蠢的尖啸:“走了!”然后我开始奔跑。我没有去看其他人,只能感觉到他们跟随在我的身后。

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Rising Threat, Vol. I
by Lathenil of Sunhold
Volume one in a series of books about the Thalmor


The following is the account of Lathenil of Sunhold, an Altmer refugee fromSummerset Isle who came to Cyrodiil in the early years of the Fourth Era. According to Lathenil, he did not flee the aftermath of the Oblivion Crisis in Summerset - rather he fled "the darkening shadow of the Thalmor upon my beloved homeland."
Lathenil had a very intense presence, to put it politely, and some of his accusations of Thalmor involvement border on madness. This may be why his fervent warnings and outspoken criticisms of the Thalmor and the Aldmeri Dominion went unheeded, but history has at least partially vindicated Lathenil's claims.
Praxis Erratuim, Imperial Historian

I was barely more than a child when the Great Anguish fell upon us. The very air was torn asunder, leaving gaping, infected wounds that spewed daedra from the bowels of Oblivion. Many flocked to the shores, seeking escape from Dagon's murderous host - but the seas betrayed our people, raising up to smash our ships and our ports, leaving us to fates so vile and wicked that death would seem a mercy.
The Crystal Tower stood as our last bastion of hope, in both the literal and figurative sense.
Refugees filled the Crystal Tower until it could hold no more. I could taste the fear hanging in the air; feel the pall of despair suffocating us. We could see the daedra moving through the trees in the distance, but they did not come. Days passed, and still the daedra would not approach within arrow-shot of the battlements. Hope began to grow. "They fear us," some would say, "even a daedra knows not to trifle with the wisdom and magicks of the Crystal-Like-Law!"
It was as if the foul denizens of Oblivion had been waiting for this very spirit to stoke our hearts before they acted.
As we slept, innumerable legions of daedra amassed around us... and they were not alone. Hundreds of Altmer prisoners were gathered with them. As dawn broke, we were awoken by their screams as the daedra began to flail them and flay them. We watched in abject horror as our kinfolk were defiled completely... carved up and eaten alive, impaled on their depraved war machines, and worried apart as meals for their profane beasts.
This bloodletting was only a prelude to whet their appetites.
Once the daedra finished with our kinfolk, they turned their eyes to the Crystal Tower. Our great and noble bastion proved as much of an impediment as a mighty oak to a landslide - standing tall for but a few moments, appearing almost able to ride the tide of destruction around it, but ultimately being swept away.
Our exalted wizards decimated the fiends, roasting them by the dozens. Archers were finding the narrowest of chinks in their daedric armor at over a hundred paces, felling their captains and commanders. The might and skillfulness of our heroic defenders was astonishing to behold, but it was not enough. The daedra clambered over the corpses of their cohort. They marched headlong into death and destruction that would make the mightiest armies in all of Tamriel quake with fear.
When they breached the walls, I fled along with the other cowards. I take no pride in that act. It has haunted my existence ever since, and I burn with shame to admit it, but it is truth. We fled in mindless panic - abandoning those stalwart Altmer who held the line against the onslaught, to preserve and defend our illustrious Crystal Tower.
We raced through cleverly concealed passageways and emerged well away from the chaos that had descended upon the tower. That is when it happened. It started like a gust rustling through the leaves of a dense forest, but the sound did not taper off. It rose into a roar as the very ground on which I stood began to shudder. I turned to look, and the world held its breath...
I stood transfixed as the heart of my homeland was torn as if from my own breast. The unthinkable, the incomprehensible... the tower of Crystal-Like-Law cast to the ground, with all the dignity of a beggar meeting an iron-clad fist. An eternity I watched, trying to reconcile what I knew with what I saw.
Sobs racked my chest, and weeping filled the air around me as the spell loosened its hold and I realized where I was. There were scores of other refugees mesmerized by the horror that had likewise ensorcelled me. "Go," I croaked out as my heart - the heart of my land - shattered. No one moved, not even me.
I mustered what will I could and bellowed all the fear and hatred and agony at what had just happened, turning the word into a mindless shriek: "GO!" I ran then, feeling more than seeing that the others had followed.

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