《博德之门》官方小说里毁三观床戏:男主X巴荻,爱蒙X菲里
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发点我当初觉得挺有毁三观的旧物
不喜欢小说剧情的话请把其当做游戏的平行世界即可
还是先说明一下吧：
首先，《博德之门三部曲》官方小说质量不佳，尤其第一个作者Philip Athans写的前两部更是写得特别烂。
在第一个作者Philip Athans（他不是BioWare的人）把游戏剧情线给搞得烂七八糟后，第三本换成了BioWare的编剧Drew Karpyshyn。
Drew Karpyshyn（以下简称DK）也因此成为BioWare唯一一个参与了卫生纸正史创作的人士。
（ - - 似乎直到如今不少人还是认为博德游戏是黑岛做的……
但其实黑岛基本只是负责发行+贡献了点音乐，剧情方面基本跟黑岛没关系，而是BioWare负责——非要说关系，按照黑岛人员采访就是当初双方交流过博德之门跟异域镇魂曲的剧情，没人会因此觉得异域跟BioWare有关吧）
DK参与过博德、无冬、旧共和国武士、翡翠帝国、质量效应等多部BioWare游戏的编剧，他的特点是长于主线但文笔不好不擅长写细节。
DK他跟另一位D字打头的当年BioWare编剧David Gaider（以下简称DG，就是写了博德巅峰MOD的剧情那位）相比，DK写主线剧情的功力远胜DG，但DK写细节跟人物塑造上则被DG完爆。
DK跟DG俩人当初都参与过博德编剧，后来DK成了质量效应第1代的总编剧，DG则成了龙腾世纪前三代的总编剧。
在2012年（当大概时正是BioWare俩创始人离开前后），DK离开BioWare去当小说家。
其间大概觉得离开BioWare神清气爽，干过小说里毁过BioWare其它编剧某游戏角色的性格，吐槽过BioWare美工捏脸很难看——DK的作品属于直男向，虽然基佬美工捏脸难看是事实file:///C:/Users/Administrator/AppData/Roaming/Tencent/QQ/Temp/TempPic/737$3YX9JX3——这类拆前同僚台的
然后……这厮因为小说卖得不好2015年又灰溜溜回到BioWare继续当编剧，如今他是BioWare新作《赞歌》的总编剧
而写了巅峰MOD的DG则在2016年初宣布离开BioWare，跳槽到其它游戏公司当总监去了
话说DG当年到BioWare也挺好玩，他那时是某旅馆经理，看到BioWare招聘就去逛了下。然后见当年初创的BioWare工作环境破旧给的薪水又只有自己当时的一半，本来面试完不打算再理，结果自己遭遇裁员被裁了，于是只得灰溜溜去BioWare上班。
嗯，应该说负责第三本的DK已经尽量挽救第一位作者留给自己的烂摊子，但无奈前两本已经把路线毁得很严重+不擅长细节的DK也不是非常出色的作者，所以第三本尽管比前两本好看不少，但还是属于烂书。
但是有必要说明的是知道，尽管小说写得很不好，可是对于威世智官方的正史（Canon）认定来说：
博德小说绝对高于游戏。
对于正史性来说，博德、无冬、异域镇魂曲这种电脑游戏的情节，只要跟官方正史小说以及规则设定书等冲突就不可能是正史。
以上这点是完全明确的。
然后我不肯定的一点：
博德、无冬、异域镇魂曲这类电脑游戏，跟官方小说及其它设定书等没有冲突的部分能不能归入正史。
我早前记得似乎官方说过这类电脑游戏跟正史小说以及设定书等没有冲突的部分（先别管这部分在游戏里实际有多少） 可以被认为是正史的，但如今回顾下一些相关又不太肯定，似乎这方面官方自己的态度也比较模糊。
虽然无论不冲突的部分能否入正史，因为博德小说实际属于跟几乎跟游戏同时发生的，对游戏剧情的高度改编。
就实际来说，小说实际跟游戏基本可以视为平行世界关系。
小说剧情，爱蒙X菲里
菲里——就是逼玩家跟自己上床那女卓尔——这厮在官方小说世界线里不逼渣内姆上床了，改跟爱蒙洗澡百合了……
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看完后我就在想以后游戏里到底怎么坑死菲里才能让我最解气
巴荻跟小说渣的床戏，其实巴荻是小说版里我最喜欢的女角色
顺便，小说中菲里这厮对巴荻也
跟小说版渣内姆有一腿的巴荻之死
"Abdel took Bhaal's taint from me," Imoen said, still vainly flailing away at the impenetrable gloom. Her words were punctuated by the swish of her blade as it sliced only air.
"We have plans for that one," the voice assured her.
It sounded as if the assassin was right in her ear. Imoen swore she could feel the hot breath of her killer tickling her skin. But when she thrust her elbow back there was nothing to connect with.
"You may kill me, but Abdel will avenge me. He'll kill you ... all of you. You have no idea how strong he is." Imoen warned.
"Yes, my pretty young girl, we do. The news of your death will break his warrior spirit."
Imoen felt the blade plunge into her back, skewering vital organs as the assassin struck with uncanny, lethal accuracy. Her screams of agony were nothing but a silent rush of air and a faint gurgle of blood as Sendai mercifully slit her throat.
Chapter Seventeen
Abdel's entire existence had become a world of pain. Fire rained down on him from the sky. It erupted from the ground to consume him. It arced in jets from the fingers of his tormentor to sear and melt his flesh.
Above the roaring blaze he could hear Abazigal's laughter as the scaly skinned mage fed the conflagration devouring Abdel's body and soul.
Then suddenly the fire stopped, winking out of existence. Abdel, his eyes shut tight against the heat, peeked from beneath his blistered lids. Abazigal's body lay beside him on the hard rock of the plateau. The wizard's reptilian head lay several feet away. Standing over them both was Sarevok, the blades on his forearms dripping with the green blood of the mage.
Abdel tried to speak, though he didn't know what he would say. His scorched throat could only manage a feeble cracking cough.
Hampered by his heavy plate armor, Sarevok crouched down with difficulty beside Abdel. "The dragons are returning," he said simply. "Already I see their mighty forms on the horizon. They will rend us limb from limb if we do not escape."
Unable to reply, Abdel could only shake his head. He could hear the shrieking screams of the enraged dragons reverberating across the mountain plateau, growing steadily louder as the wyrms drew ever closer. But he was too badly injured to even stand, let alone attempt the treacherous descent. Sarevok seemed to understand.
"You can escape into Bhaal's realm," the armored warrior explained. "You have done it before, when you killed Illasera and Yaga Shura. You are weaker now, and it will be more difficult. You must allow yourself to be drawn there by the essence of Bhaal as it flees Abazigal's dead body. It will lead you to the plane of our father. There your body will be restored, and the dragons cannot follow you."
Too weak to argue, Abdel closed his eyes and tried to do as Sarevok had instructed. He could feel it, a faint tug on his innermost being like a zephyr of wind on a still summer day. Abdel focused on the sensation, and the zephyr became a breeze. The breeze became a gale, the gale a hurricane. Abdel felt his soul snatched up by the roaring spirit wind and opened his eyes in surprise.
For a brief second he was still lying on the ground, the decapitated remains of Abazigal beside him. Sarevok stood several yards away, his body braced to meet the onslaught of the dragons alighting all around them. A pair of taloned feet struck the ground next to Abdel's head. He could smell the terrible scent of the wyrm's fury as it investigated the corpse of its master.
As one, the assembled dragons screamed, but Abdel never heard the sound. The material world had already begun to dissolve.
Abdel found himself prostrate on cool, brown dirt. His body was still covered in burns, but he could feel it healing. Within seconds he felt strong enough to stand.
He was back in the Abyssal realm of Bhaal. The great empty plains still stretched before him, but somehow they looked less barren. The earth was a dark, fertile brown, and in the sky were wisps of what might have been rain clouds beginning to form. Before him stood the familiar free-standing doors, but now they numbered only three.
The big sellsword cared little for the magical or mystical, but even he could plainly see what was happening to this world. With the death of the Bhaalspawn, the Lord of Murder's essence was returning to the Abyssal plane from which it had first been born. The dead world was slowly being resurrected—though what hideous forms of life might sprout up in the accursed realm was anyone's guess.
He heard the sound of someone walking behind him and spun to face his unknown companion. Abdel didn't know who or what to expect. Had Sarevok followed him? Perhaps it was the spirit of the recently slain Abazigal, whose spirit had led Abdel here. Maybe it was the other star-covered being, waiting to taunt him with more maddening prophecies or eager to offer more shrouded, secretive, useless advice. Whatever awaited him, Abdel was ready for anything. Except what he saw.
"Jaheira!"
The half-elf smile at him. "I prayed to Mielikki you would come before it was too late," she whispered.
Abdel pulled her close, clutching her to his chest, relentlessly pressing himself into her body as if he hoped they would become one and he might never lose her again.
"I thought you were dead," he said, tears of relief streaming down his face.
The druid clung to him as fiercely as he clung to her, but when she spoke her voice was filled with grief. "I am dead, Abdel. That is why I am here."
Reluctantly Abdel loosened his grip so that he could look into his lover's eyes and see if she was joking. What he saw was a longing so deep it made his heart want to rend itself in two.
"You . .. are you a ghost?"
She brushed her long, delicate fingers across his brow, smoothing out the wrinkles of confusion on Abdel's forehead. Her touch was warm and soothing. "This is but my spirit, my love. My body is no more, though in this world my spirit is as real as my physical self was on the material plane."
"No!" Abdel declared, his voice rising in angry denial as he pulled Jaheira's taut, muscular form tight against his own. "No, this cannot be!"
The half-elf nestled her head against Abdel's powerful chest. The subtle scent of his lover's hair filled the sell-sword's lungs.
"It is true, my love," she whispered. "We must accept it and make the most of my time here. I begged Mielikki to grant me this time, but I cannot stay for long. My link to you keeps me here, but soon my soul must become one with the whole of nature."
Abdel pushed her away, refusing to give up. "No, it doesn't have to be like this! I brought Sarevok back to life. I can do the same for you!"
Jaheira gently shook her head. "No, Abdel. That cannot be. I am not a child of Bhaal, I do not possess the same essence you and Sarevok share. You cannot give me a piece of your soul to make me live again."
"Why not?" Abdel demanded. "It might work. It's worth a try." He turned and marched toward the nearest door, determined to return to the material plane and reenact the ritual that had reincarnated Sarevok.
"I beg you, Abdel, stop this madness." The soft pleas of Jaheira caused the big sellsword to freeze in midstride. Part of Abdel knew what she was about to say.
"Even if you can perform the ritual to restore me, what will that accomplish? You have seen Sarevok. He is not truly alive anymore. He is a thing, cold and passionless, without emotion. Is that what you would wish for me?"
Abdel dropped his head and turned back to face his lover, desperate tears burning his eyes. "Maybe Sarevok was like that to begin with. Maybe you will be as you always were."
With a wan smile, Jaheira walked slowly over to him. "No, my love. This is not nature's way. My time on that world has passed, and my time on this one grows short. Share this time with me, Abdel. Do not waste it with frantic plans and foolish wishes that cannot be fulfilled. Let us just enjoy the little time we have left."
She reached out, and her touch caused Abdel's skin to tingle. His blood boiled with desire, and he reached out with trembling hands to peel away the simple tunic Jaheira wore, exposing his lover's breasts before pulling her close. Jaheira's fingers slid beneath the scraps of his charred shirt still hanging from his shoulders and traced a sensuous path down Abdel's powerful back, caressing his muscles before tearing away the tattered remains of his breeches.
Abdel took her there, in the soft brown earth of Bhaal's realm. Their love making was savage and primal, fuelled by urgent desire and the fierce longing brought on by the knowledge of their imminent separation. Above them lightning crackled, and thunder rolled as the skies burst, dousing them with the shock of chill rains that couldn't quell their desperate passion.
When they were finished, they lay side by side in the cool mud, letting the downpour wash their bodies clean.
Jaheira snuggled up against Abdel, pressing herself into the crook of his arm and drawing on her lover's heat to ease the shivering of her naked form. Physically spent, exhausted by their furious copulation, Abdel held his half-elf lover and pretended they would be together forever.
The rains ceased, and their soaking bodies slowly dried beneath the empty night sky of the Abyssal plane. How many hours they spent together taking comfort in the simple closeness of each other, Abdel could not say. An eternity would have seemed but an instant to him, no length of time would ever be enough to justify the unfairness of having to ever let his lover go.
It was Jaheira who finally broke their embrace. "I can stay no longer," she apologized as she tried to get up. "I must leave."
Clutching her firmly but gently by the wrist, Abdel kept her from standing. "How can this be?" he asked, staring up into her violet eyes as she crouched overtop of him. "How can I go on without you?"
The half-elf bent to kiss him deep on the lips, then softly pulled herself away.
"You will find a way, Abdel. You must. Do not let my death poison you against the world," the half-elf warned. "If you let hate and regret consume your mind, the foul essence of Bhaal will swallow your soul."
"I don't want to be alone," he whispered.
"You won't always be alone," she assured him. "There will be others. Other friends. Other lovers."
The big sellsword shook his head. "No. Not like you. Never like you."
The half-elf smiled again, though her eyes were sad. "I loved you Abdel, as I loved no other man. But I also loved my husband Khalid as I loved no other man. Someday I hope you will find another to share your love, as I have, but that will not diminish what we have shared."
With a despondent sigh, Abdel rose to stand beside her. "You are my strength and my wisdom, Jaheira. Without you, I am lost. I cannot face the world alone. Without you I am nothing."
"You are Abdel Adrian: hero of Baldur's Gate, savior of the Tree of Life, son of Bhaal, ward of Gorion, lover of Jaheira," the half-elf replied simply. "You are who you are, Abdel, and nothing will change that. The way before you will be difficult, the tunnel of your future is long and dark. But if you remember who and what you are, I am confident you will emerge in the light on the other side."
"Will I ever see you again?" Abdel asked, frightened at what the answer might be.
Jaheira planted a kiss on his chest. Her lips were cold, bringing goose bumps to Abdel's exposed skin. "Such questions not even the gods can answer, my love."
Her voice sounded distant, as if she was speaking to him across a great chasm.
"No!" Abdel cried out reaching to grab hold of his lover. "No, not yet! Don't go yet!"
His hands passed through Jaheira as if she was nothing but mist.
"No!" he screamed as the half-elf began to fade away before his eyes, vanishing like a column of smoke dissipating on the breeze. Her body was dissolving, whisked away by some force Abdel could neither see nor stop nor comprehend.
Just before all trace of her features vanished, Jaheira spoke the last words Abdel would ever hear from her lips.
"I love you, Abdel Adrian. Forever."
Abdel clutched one last time at the vanishing wisp of wind, then collapsed to his knees. Jaheira was gone, and he was alone in his father's realm, sobbing uncontrollably and clawing at the damp, dark earth in grief and anger.
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He felt empty and numb. Abdel's grief slipped into the ground and loam beneath his fists. It poured out of him in tears and wails of anguish, and now there was nothing left inside. His spirit was hollow, his naked body an empty shell.
Abdel filled the void with the only thing he had left— thoughts of vengeance. He no longer cared about the fate of his Bhaalspawn kin. It no longer mattered to him if Bhaal returned and ravaged the land, or if the Lord of Murder stayed dead forever. Jaheira's death had liberated him, freed him from the confusion and moral turmoil that came with being at the center of such epic events. Abdel's life had become very, very simple. He would kill the Five for what they had done to Jaheira. Beyond that nothing mattered.
He couldn't avenge her death here, wallowing in the dirt of Bhaal's realm. Abdel Adrian rose to his feet and stepped through the nearest of the three remaining doors.
He found himself alone on the plateau just outside the entrance to Abazigal's lair. By the position of the sun, Abdel guessed he had been gone for several hours, though an entire night had passed in the Abyssal plane. All around him were the signs of a great battle. Abdel stood in the aftermath of Sarevok's confrontation with Abazigal's hoard.
Along with Abazigal's decapitated form, half a dozen great dragon carcasses were strewn about the blood-soaked battlefield. Their corpses were scarred and disfigured by deep, ragged gashes from the blades forged onto Sarevok's arms and legs, or horribly gouged and gored by the terrible spikes jutting from the dark warrior's knees and elbows.
Sarevok himself was gone. Scattered around the dragons' remains were bits and pieces of his armor, rent asunder by mighty talons, or charred and blackened by the fire and acid spewed forth from the jaws of Sarevok's enemies. At Abdel's feet lay the armored warrior's visored helm, cloven nearly in two. There was no sign of Sarevok's body.
Abdel wasn't surprised. The victorious dragons would have devoured the flesh of their defeated foe—if there was even anything to devour. After his encounter with Jaheira's departing soul, Abdel couldn't help but wonder if Sarevok had been anything more than a suit of armor animated by a disembodied spirit. Whatever Sarevok might have been, man or ghost, the evidence of his grisly end was indisputable.
The many fallen corpses of the serpent horde attested to the legendary battle Sarevok must have fought before he succumbed to their overwhelming numbers. Had Abdel's emotions not been purged from his heart by Jaheira's death, he might have shed a tear for Sarevok's noble sacrifice. His half brother had saved his life, slaying Abazigal and then standing alone against the dragons while Abdel had retreated into the safety of Bhaal's nether world.
But Abdel had no more use for legendary heroics. In the bloody aftermath smeared across the plateau, Sarevok was still dead, and the dragons, bereft of their master, were gone.
Yet Abdel lived. He shivered as a cold blast of wind swept across the plateau, and he realized he was naked, his clothes reduced to ashes by Abazigal's fiery magic. He scoured the battlefield, searching for anything to cover his exposed body. In the end, he was forced to strip the bloodstained robe from Abazigal's headless corpse.
The loose-fitting garment barely came down to his knees, and his arms extended well past the cuffs of the sleeves. The hooded cowl was better than wandering around fully exposed. Armed only with the heavy broadsword he had salvaged from the carnage of Sarevok's final stand, Abdel began the long descent back to the mountain's base.
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嗯，DK在第三本小说里搞的便当大派送
用以上连续的剧情发了老妹爱蒙、贾阿姨、老哥三份便当
第三本小说作者DK给自己小说的洗地：
Baldur’s Gate II: Throne of Bhaal
This was the second novel I wrote, though it was published at the same time as Temple Hill in September of 2001. Unfortunately this novel never really clicked with fans. It was the third novel in a trilogy, but the first two books were written by a different author. That meant I was somewhat limited in what I could do with the characters because I had to stay consistent with what had come before. However, neither of the first two books really connected with fans, either. Throne of Bhaal is an entertaining story, but it just wasn’t what fans expected. I believe the problem with the whole Baldur’s Gate trilogy was that the novels were based directly on the story of the BioWare computer games (which I also worked on). Basing novels directly on BioWare games is difficult. The games allow players to create their own main character, but in the book we have to select a character for you. Players could be male, female, elf, dwarf, wizards, thieves – but in the book they were locked into a male human fighter. Obviously this makes it hard for them to identify with the main character. In the game up to a dozen different side characters could join with the player and share their adventures. In the book we had to select 3-4 side characters at most, and inevitably we left out characters players liked. One more problem – the game was 30 hours long and had over 500,000 words of dialog. Condensing all that into an 80,000 word novel is bound to leave players feeling let down. As if all that wasn’t bad enough the book had four different editors as Wizards of the Coast was going through a shake-up at the time, and I’m sad to say that is reflected in the quality of the novel. As a writer you’re too close to your own work to effectively edit it. You need a good editor to push your work to the final level of quality, and that didn’t happen with Throne of Bhaal. I still don’t think it’s a bad book: it does give a deeper look at all the various villains players will encounter in the Throne of Bhaal game. But the novel never become what I had hoped it would.
这厮做的小（推）说（卸）说（责）明（任）
虽然这货单纯做为游戏总编剧写主线的水平很高
不过因为各种原因，我很不喜欢做为角色编剧跟小说作者的这货。
当然他给第三本小说质量不佳找这些客观原因都是事实，他第三本在尽量补更烂的前两本的锅也是事实
但这货把责任一股脑全推给卫生纸+前两本的作者+小说模式限制，一点都不说他自己笔力有限这个问题，活该当初离职后小说卖得不好又灰溜溜回BioWare
他给出了《巴尔王座》结局资料片的文字数量，超过五十万单词
厨具战士 发表于 2017-7-7 12:23
能不提这垃圾吗。
我主要是觉得小说里男渣跟巴荻有一腿，菲里跟爱蒙百合过是挺值得八卦而知道的人又不多的剧情。
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