可能喂屎？《博德之门》百年后，巴尔夺舍渣内姆复活经过
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这是正史世界，延续的是《博德之门》小说剧情。《博德之门》小说基本可以看作游戏高度改编的平行世界，所以博德游戏玩家请勿太代入 - -
我没实际接触过那模组，所以以下内容为接触过那模组人介绍的转述。好像2014年模组里，DND正史巴尔复活的情况是：
《博德之门》百多年后，正史版渣内姆（延续官方小说世界线）跟另一巴尔之子（就是游戏里因为恐惧可以传送那个）动手。
然后，渣内姆倒是想着别杀人，打翻就好。
结果是，查内姆把人打残了。然后人给打残后……查内姆的小弟上去就手起刀落……
（而巴尔复活的条件：
本来看MS是子嗣死光或只剩一人，神性重聚一体。
如今好像还有其它巴尔子嗣活着，那可能是子嗣死到一定数量，神性重聚到一定程度？）
于是小弟把人砍了，神性重聚到，查内姆……就被老爹巴尔给夺舍复活了。
所以《博德之门》主角的正史版本，就是这样被猪队友给坑死或者说坑成永不超生的么 = = ？
话说其实正史（小说）世界里，当年Ao直属的那曦天使也对查内姆保证过，巴尔无法复活。
"I shall disperse the essence of Bhaal throughout the world," the celestial entity promised. "The Lord of Murder will disappear forever."
结果到了2014年，巴尔还是复活了……
所以，领导本人不发话，领导秘书的个人看法左右不了大局。
就算是鳌老板的秘书，那毕竟也只是秘书啊
当然其实这是当年其实根本没人考虑过巴尔还会吐便当的问题…… 14年，都还是4版的事情呢……现在已经5e了，不怕 阿刚 发表于 2017-10-5 21:30
14年，都还是4版的事情呢……现在已经5e了，不怕
5e的飞轮咋样了？哪里有简介看不 那么复活的巴尔是否成为了一个有着我等战斗智慧的神明？
官方小说本身就是屎。
他m得能复活资料片早复活了好么。
梅祭祀千幸万苦把颠峰五圣做掉就是为了封神，早就背后一刀捅在巴尔身上了，封神的浓度早已足够。主角击败她后是可以自行选择封不封神的。
炽天使（ao）的钦定，梅姐破坏仪式，主角放弃血脉之力，加上希瑞克虎视眈眈等着收尾。血脉还有爱萌和沙罗菲克。
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还打了一堆字骂人，想想算了。 本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2017-10-6 09:08 编辑
lb19931118 发表于 2017-10-6 00:01
官方小说本身就是屎。
他m得能复活资料片早复活了好么。
"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.
………
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
第三本官方小说里，爱蒙、老哥、贾阿姨（正史渣的恋人，虽然……正史渣跟巴荻还有一腿。其实小说版巴荻我挺喜欢的)在最终战前就已经全死了。
以上是三人份便当派送的小说内容，其实我觉得这段便当大派送写得还不错。
虽然小说里，Ao直属那曦天使确实对主角保证过，巴尔无法复活。
所以如今才说领导本人没发话，领导秘书的话没用啊其实小说里开始梅阿姨看到这天使出现是给吓得够呛，然后发现只是个投影想到这不是Ao的直接意思，曦天使也不会实际干涉自己封神，然后用语言怼起这曦天使来了。
按照如今的设定，如果当初小说里梅阿姨封神举动能完成，就是巴尔夺舍梅阿姨再临吧。如果小说渣内姆愿意封神的话，会变成啥样我不清楚……关键当年应该没人想到巴尔还能复活
关于第三本小说
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按照负责第三本的作者给自己第三本小说洗地时提及的情况，当时卫生纸内部情况非常混乱，这本书写完居然由4个不同的编辑给审核重校……
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第三本的作者德鲁·卡宾森(Drew Karpyshyn)本身就是《博德之门》游戏的编剧之一。
这位作者德鲁·卡宾森(Drew Karpyshyn)，2000年春加入的BioWare，参与了少量《博德之门2》本体的创作，是《博德之门2》结局资料片《巴尔王座》主要的编剧之一。
此外他是《无冬之夜1》的核心设计之一，《旧共和国武士》的核心设计之一，《翡翠帝国》的编剧之一，《质量效应》第1、2代的总编剧，
2012年他一度离开BioWare想去当小说作家，口称是去追求人生，期间吐槽过BioWare美工捏脸难看。
然后写了以下4本原创奇幻小说：
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结果销量不佳，于2015年重回BioWare，如今是《赞歌》的总编剧。
他的特点是写小说也好写游戏也好，都长于主线但拙于细节。
当年本来卫生纸不想把《博德之门》小说给做游戏的BioWare的人，但无奈前两本小说的那个作者写的实在太渣了，于是卫生纸找BioWare的人救场。
然后……大概是看前两本小说已经把剧情线给写烂了，BioWare除了DK外没人肯接手，于是DK接下了这活。
然后，DK写的第三本《巴尔王座》比前两本相对好不少，但前两本已经把剧情线给彻底搞成屎了。而DK写主线虽然不错，但文笔不好写细节水平不行，所以第三本小说只是属于有一些亮点，但总体还是烂书级别。
不过我很不喜欢DK写了本烂书，然后把责任全都推给卫生纸跟前两本的作者，给自己大力洗地的行为。
虽然他说的基本是事实，但这厮对自己文笔不好的责任一句不提
本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2017-10-6 12:42 编辑
查内姆 发表于 2017-10-5 22:36
那么复活的巴尔是否成为了一个有着我等战斗智慧的神明？
The realm of Bhaal vanished, and Abdel found himself in the void once again. But this void was already occupied. Melissan hovered in the emptiness, her body encased in a pillar of glowing power. The ends of the shining column stretched to infinity in every direction, but its width was barely enough for a single person.
At least, Abdel assumed it was Melissan in the light. The tall, attractive woman he remembered from previous meetings was gone. In her place floated a hairless, smooth skinned being who was neither male nor female. Melissan had become both ageless and sexless. She had shed all previous identities, and was in the process of being reborn, remade, and rebuilt as an immortal.
The new Melissan noticed Abdel hovering in the void beside her. When she spoke Abdel was not surprised to discover her voice had already begun to adopt the infinite depth of an immortal.
"So the Avatar of Bhaal has triumphed over Balthazar. I am impressed." Despite her words, Abdel knew she was mocking him.
"Have you come to stop me, Abdel? Come to strip me of my destiny?"
Abdel said nothing, but simply nodded. Melissan drifted free from the column of power, gasping slightly for air as if she had been taking a long drink.
"If you want Bhaal's power, all you have to do is come and get it," she taunted.
Angry, vengeful thoughts propelled Abdel through the void as he flew at her throat. His outstretched hands clasped themselves around the entity's neck and squeezed. Melissan disintegrated into sparkling dust, then reformed a few feet away.
"Your ignorance is amusing," she chuckled. "You cannot kill me here, Abdel. This is Bhaal's world, and I am now a part of it. Not just a part of it, Abdel. I am this world! This world is me! I have become one with the immortal essence!"
Abdel recalled how his encounter with Sarevok in the Abyss had been similarly ineffective. He realized it might truly be impossible to kill Melissan in this world, but somehow, he vowed, he would make her pay for Jaheira's and Imoen's deaths.
He hurtled toward her again, but Melissan simply raised a smooth hand and repelled his assault with a flick of her wrist. Abdel felt himself spiraling toward the glowing column in the center of the empty universe.
Melissan watched with interest as the big sellsword was sucked into the pillar. Abdel felt the euphoria of infinite power washing over him. He felt the endless possibilities of immortality, the unlimited potential of being a god. He was drowning in the essence of Bhaal.
His euphoria turned to panic. Abdel could feel himself dissolving. He was becoming incorporeal, his form washing away in the river of energy raging through him. His physical manifestation was being wiped away, buried beneath the all-consuming identity of the immortal. Like Melissan he was becoming one with the sum of Bhaal's essence. Unlike Melissan, Abdel was not prepared for it.
"Good," Melissan cooed, "give yourself over to Bhaal's power. Mingle your essence with that of your father and your siblings that I may devour you all."
Abdel tried to break free of the glowing pillar. It was like swimming from the center of a whirlpool. The currents drawing him back to the center were too strong to resist.
"Do not struggle, Abdel," Melissan advised. "This is what must be. From Bhaal's common seed all the Children were born, and to a single pool you must all return. You are all one and the same. Bhaalspawn, offspring of the Lord of Murder. It is what you are. It is what defines you."
"No," Abdel said weakly, his very will to resist vanishing beneath the onslaught, his identity and sense of self eroding. His memories were vanishing despite his efforts to hang on to them, spilling through his clenched fists like grains of sand.
Imoen, Gorion. The names meant nothing to him now, and then even the names were gone, swept away by the irresistible currents of the collective infinite identity surrounding him. Everything he had been was being stripped away, until only the essence of his father remained. Even his own name was lost now. All he had left was the face of a woman, her slightly pointed ears and violet eyes hinting at the elf side of her parentage.
Jaheira. He clung to her memory, refusing to lose the last spark of his individuality. He drew strength from her name. Jaheira. He managed to conjure up recollections of not just her face but her voice. Jaheira. Abdel could feel substance returning to his body. He could hear his lover's laugh, he could feel her warm touch. Jaheira.
"Your submission to the collective essence is inevitable," Melissan declared. "You are a Bhaalspawn."
Jaheira. He could remember her clearly now, the half-elf druid who had stood by him during his darkest times. The lover who had even resisted the call of death to spend one last night by his side. He remembered everything about her: the feel of her soft touch, the smell of her long hair, the sound of her laugh.
And he remembered what she had told him. Remember who you are. At last he understood. They were all wrong—
Gorion, Sarevok, Melissan, the Five, Balthazar. Even Jaheira had been wrong, though it was her words and love that had saved him and led him to true understanding.
"No!" Abdel's voice resonated with renewed strength. "I am not just some speck floating in this infinite whole! I am not just a Bhaalspawn!
"I am Abdel Adrian! Hero of Baldur's Gate! Savior of the Tree of Life! Son of Bhaal, ward of Gorion, lover of Jaheira!"
Abdel finally understood.
He stopped trying to deny the part of him that was his father's legacy. The taint of Bhaal was within him, it was a part of who he was. Gorion and Jaheira had tried to suppress that part of him, and to please them Abdel had tried to separate himself from it. Balthazar had succeeded in accomplishing what Abdel could not. He had cut himself completely off from his immortal taint, caging it so completely that he was not able to call upon it when he needed it. That was not the answer. By denying that part of his soul, Abdel left a hole in his own identity.
But Sarevok, the Five and even Melissan had gone too far in acknowledging the essence of the Lord of Murder within the Bhaalspawn. They had fed and nurtured the small bit of evil within them, until it became consuming and they lost themselves to their father's fury. That was not the answer either.
He was a Child of Bhaal. It was a part of him. But only a part, nothing more. It did not define him—he would not let it define him. He was who he was, nothing more, nothing less. He was Abdel Adrian.
"I am Abdel Adrian." he declared once more, affirming his individuality against the force drawing him in toward a single, collective existence.
The current sucking him down toward the center of the pillar was suddenly gone, and Abdel was able to float back out into the void to confront Melissan again.
Surprised, she watched him emerge from the glowing column of divinity. Abdel casually swung his fist at Melissan's face. As before, her form simply dissolved and reformed, completely unharmed by his punch.
"Your fortitude and persistence surprise me, Bhaalspawn," she admitted. "But no matter. I have no need of your essence to complete my ascension. And once I am a god I will crush you without a second thought."
"You are no god," Abdel said simply. "You are Melissan, nothing more."
He reached out again and swung his fist through his foe's insubstantial form. But this time he felt a hint of resistance as he made contact. From the expression on her face as her spirit reformed, he knew Melissan felt it too.
"You are Melissan, Bhaal's Anointed," he insisted, "False protector of the Bhaalspawn. Betrayer of the Five. Manipulator. Liar. Deceiver. But you, Melissan, are no god. You are an invader in this realm. You are not a part of this world. You do not belong!"
Abdel's fist caught Melissan beneath a suddenly solid chin, and he felt the jaw bone crack beneath the force of his blow. Her hairless head snapped back, and her mouth twisted into an O of shock and pain.
Long before he had met Melissan or even Jaheira, long before he had any hint of his immortal heritage, Abdel had been a brawler. A blade for hire. A mercenary and a sellsword. He settled his disputes with fists and weapons, and all his problems could be solved with simple brute force.
With the knowledge of who and what he truly was, Abdel's life had become much more complicated. The responsibilities and challenges facing the son of a god were convoluted and complex, and required more than mere fisticuffs to solve. But now, on the cusp of immortality, facing the greatest challenge of his life, Abdel had returned to his simple roots.
"I am Abdel Adrian," he declared, slamming his heavy hands into Melissan again and again, "and you are no god."
He pummeled the suddenly all too physically real spirit of Melissan with his bare hands, pounding her body into submission as it feebly tried to ward off his fists. He beat the woman who had betrayed and manipulated him since Saradush until she was nothing but a bloody, bruised pulp of physical, mortal existence. Then he grabbed the thing that would be a god by its shoulders and hurled it into the glowing, pulsating pillar.
The column flared momentarily as Melissan's screaming form was consumed by the light. The essence of Bhaal that she had already managed to steal became one with the greater whole. The insignificant physical shell that remained—the part of Melissan that was still Melissan—was instantly and totally obliterated by the divine power.
Abdel waited for an eternity to be sure his enemy was truly gone. Once he was confident Melissan's existence had been completely annihilated, he willed himself back through the door between the void of Bhaal's true essence and the realm of the Abyss Bhaal had chosen to make his own.
http://static.saraba1st.com/image/smiley/face2017/034.png正史的你，蛮力战士系，实在打不过就借着老爹的神性开挂……有啥战斗智慧可以给巴尔增幅的么？
话说正史梅阿姨的卡，法/牧/死亡潜行者兼职，30级法/30级牧/10级巴尔死亡潜行者。
当然卡跟规则并不能等同于剧情设定，不过实际剧情里，梅阿姨实力更强。
那张卡里30法/30牧/10死亡潜行者的梅阿姨不过是看似接近半神化身，跟半神化身的强度乍看接近，但首先半神化身每轮比梅阿姨多一个动作……
在正史剧情设定里官方说过，梅阿姨最后试图依靠窃取的神性封神的状态，其实力大概相当于半神（哦，别把康师傅这类半巫妖之流当半神呦）。
其实写那半官方巅峰MOD的博德编剧也说过，梅阿姨实力应该是半神级别，原版游戏里梅阿姨太弱，所以巅峰MOD要强化下……虽然巅峰MOD除了开始复活五裔+召唤强尼（顺便强尼召唤巴荻）+把老妹一度变掠夺者+可能策反老哥外，剩下的梅阿姨也就是感觉比原版血条更长，更能磨时间……
而小说里，正常情况下面对最后的梅阿姨你是完全没法打。
你打不到梅阿姨（不开挂情况下，凡物怎么可能打的到半神？虽然梅阿姨最后只是相当于半神，并非真正的半神），梅阿姨能随手秒虐你。
不过最后你再次借着老爹的神性开挂，暂时变得有如巴尔本人的化身亲临，然后能打到梅阿姨了。
然后你用王八拳把梅阿姨给砸了（每砸一拳还带剥除梅阿姨对窃取来神性控制的），我觉得巴尔并不需要学习你打王八拳吧
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lb19931118 发表于 2017-10-6 00:01
官方小说本身就是屎。
他m得能复活资料片早复活了好么。
另外说真的，官方小说烂归烂，但原版游戏剧情经典的也就是2代。
单纯从剧情来说，不打MOD的1代原版质量还不如游戏编剧写的官方小说第三本呢。
本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2017-10-6 10:10 编辑
说起来，有些博德玩家喜欢黑强尼跟梅阿姨这俩BOSS，不过这俩其实很强。
强尼，规则卡上是30级法。
剧情设定里有一句能跟12345、黑杖等并称，小说剧情里显示这家伙在不依靠法术增幅的情况下，身体肉搏能力也很强。
梅阿姨，规则卡上是30级法/30级牧/10级巴尔死亡潜行者兼职。
剧情设定里，最后阶段试图依靠窃取的神性封神时的状态，大概相当于半神。
xjtxp 发表于 2017-10-6 09:48
另外说真的，官方小说烂归烂，但原版游戏剧情经典的也就是2代。
单纯从剧情来说，不打MOD的1代原版质量还 ...
二代是整体游戏体验好于一代。
丰富的支线剧情，角色个人任务加上多样化的地区和敌人导致体验爆炸好。
但冏本身没有什么计谋，主线没有一代沙罗菲克层层织网，主角层层剥丝的好。
一代本生朴实的多，但是这不代表他剧情差。
二代在这方面甚至是有些套路化的。 xjtxp 发表于 2017-10-6 09:46
The realm of Bhaal vanished, and Abdel found himself in the void once again. But this void was al ...
那三少咋就能一刀砍了双头猩猩··· 那么巴尔当年被背刺而死真是个强行发便当了？ 本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2017-10-6 10:49 编辑
灰色骑士 发表于 2017-10-6 10:17
那三少咋就能一刀砍了双头猩猩···
相信我，崔斯特砍那狒狒没有半神本体水平……
又不是2版设定为弱等神祗的狒狒，本来单纯做为恶魔领主的狒狒在主物质界本身就没有半神本体水平的战力。
何况之前罗丝是把包括狒狒、奥库斯和六指等在内的，多名本来无法被召唤到主物质界的恶魔领主给召唤到主物质界，并给聚在一起。 然后这帮恶魔领主被罗丝聚在一起后，就在物质界干架，结果狄摩高根在这场领主混战中被打了个半残……结果狒狒不能直接动罗丝，半残状态下想毁魔索布莱报复罗丝……
而崔斯特砍这个半残的狒狒时，身上还套着少女化的老班瑞给他刷那一身Buff+魔索布莱那块夺心魔给的集体增幅。
于是发生了这一幕：
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正常的崔斯特，见下一本跟恩崔立联手，VS美坎修特的主物质界版本时……
没外挂的情况下跟美坎修特（主物质界状态版）对上，崔斯特还能游斗着过几招。
如果没外挂的情况下，崔斯特跟满状态的主物质界状态版狒狒对上，狒狒又不玩弄直接下死手的情况下……崔斯特会被秒吧。
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lostneverland 发表于 2017-10-6 10:21
那么巴尔当年被背刺而死真是个强行发便当了？
序章
海姆（Helm）--永远的不眠之眼，守卫者之神--警戒地看着他的同伴。大家都来了，每位神祇、半神、和元素神都在。所有的神都来到了这庞大的神殿中，它的墙壁已经消失，只剩下窗户仍在原处，悬挂在虚无的空气中。海姆（Helm）从窗户向外看到了一个不断腐败和崩溃的世界。这个神殿，就坐落在这个不停扩散的灾难世界的中心点，一个刚好仅够容纳下所有来此会面神祇的岛上。
一条不停崩溃的灰色条石通道浮现在这腐烂之海上，引向诸神视线之外的地方。这是唯一离开这个神殿的路径，但是没有神踏上这条崎岖的通道--恐怕这条路会通到另一个比这儿更糟糕的地方。
天空如同白色帆布般包围着岛屿，点缀着黑色的星星。令神刺眼的光芒穿透天空，在象牙色的天幕上形成了一些符文的字样。海姆阅读这些符文，身体在发抖。
"所有的一切，都已成为过去。我们的知识，我们的信念，都是谎言。神的时代结束了。"
然后符文消失了。海姆（Helm）不禁怀疑这是被召唤的谋位神祇玩的把戏，用来恐吓其他神祇，但是他很快的打消了这个念头。他知道这符文是由比在场的神祇还强大的力量所发出的。
遥远的雷声，随着一片夹带着黑色闪电的乌云漂来，神殿被阴云笼罩。白色的天空被云雾遮挡，而那灰色的通道则沉入了腐烂之海中。
海姆（Helm）是第一个被召唤前来的。上一刻他还在他的神殿中思考着他最近对上位者奥（AO）的失职。下一刻他就一个人站在众神殿中了。很快地他的同胞们接连出现。神祇们被这次前所未见的召唤弄得相当迷糊，心中充满畏惧。
召唤带给每位神祇其最害怕的体验。对魔法女神蜜斯拉（Mystra）而言，它看来像是场魔法的失误错乱。对美丽的爱与美之神席娜。焰发（SuneFirehair）而言，它是一只丑陋的病兽，将女神拖入它为之泣嚎的命运。对黑暗之王班恩（Bane）而言，召唤伴随着无尽的爱与宽恕。当黑暗之王被带离自己的国度时，爱的光芒灼伤了他的灵魂。
海姆（Helm）稍微移动目光，看到在一旁的蜜斯拉（Mystra）女士，黑暗之王班恩（Bane），和死亡之王米尔寇（Myrkul），正在进行一场激烈的争论。最后蜜斯拉愤驰而去。欢乐女神黎拉（Llira），脸上略带着忧郁的神情，不自觉地紧捏着自己的手。然后她回过神来，害怕的看着自己的手。在她旁边，受苦与忍耐之神伊尔玛特（Ilmater）正在诡笑着手舞足蹈，并不时自言自语。
当海姆（Helm）观察他的同袍时，一群受召唤影响较小的神祇向他围了过来。尊严和矜持对他们来说已经不重要，他们不停对守护之神又抓又吼，想知道更多消息。
"我的家毁了！我在界元的神殿被震碎了！"他们不断向海姆（Helm）抱怨着，但是守护之神并不理会他们。
"奥（AO）将我们聚集在此，一切很快就会明朗化了。"海姆向他们一一的解释。无效地重复太多次后，他警告这些神快快离开。必定有大事要发生了，海姆自己很清楚。他沉思着自己的永恒君王，AO的旨意。
奥（AO）的旨意是如此的强大。他在时间之初的混沌迷雾之中，创造了秩序和混沌间的平衡。在这平衡之中出现了生命:首先是在天堂中出现了神祇们，接着在国度中出现了凡人。造物主奥（AO）并命海姆（Helm）为他的左右手。于是海姆（Helm）明白了是（AO）的力量带诸神来到这个混乱又疯狂的地方。
当海姆正在沉思这一切时，毁灭之神塔洛斯（Talos）上前吼道："我说停止这一切吧！如果我们的主人想表达些什么，让他无上的智慧充满我们空白的灵魂和心智吧！"塔洛斯尽量轻蔑地强调"智慧"这两字，但是并没有其它神理会他。他们知道毁灭者和他们一样害怕。
塔洛斯的发言并没被响应，在他手所及范围的众神们纷纷远离。接下来的寂静预示出了比任何声明更令神震惊的答案。这寂静代表的是一种终极性，是奥审判的终极性。于是神祇们开始明白他们的命运早在这场召集前就被决定了。死寂带来了恐慌，不过很快被打破。
"平衡的维护者们，我向你们全部说话。"这是奥（AO）的声音。他的无上的权威，使得在场所有神纷纷跪下。班恩勉强维持自己只有单膝触碰到那冰冷的地板。
"你们的使命是如此的伟大！稳定那随时都会翻覆的平衡之秤，维持着那介于秩序和混沌间的和谐。遗憾的是你们却选择幼童之举，在你们的权力争夺中犯下盗窃的罪行。。。。"
班恩突然怀疑，是否那创造一切神的主人召来他所有的杰作，只为了摧毁它们好重新开始?
"毁灭有一天将会临到你，班恩，"AO宣布，如同黑暗之王的思维从他口中大声说出般。"但是别为自己操心，因为相较于你--和你其它背判我的同袍所要面对的，毁灭，是绝对的怜悯。"
海姆走上前。"AO陛下，那些石板本来是由我保管的，请容我--"
"安静，海姆，免得你遭受到他们的命运。"
守护之神转过身面向其它所有的神，"至少你们应该指导你们的罪名--命运石板被偷走了。"
一股能量自黑暗中射出，包围住海姆。火焰环绕住他的手和膝盖，接着他被高举上空，一段底下观望惊叹的神祇们无法测度的高度。从来没有双脚悬空过的海姆咬紧牙关，注视着眼前前所未见的黑暗，活生生的黑暗，孕育着毁灭的黑暗，象征着AO愤怒的黑暗。
"和你的同袍站在一起，而不是你的主吗?我的好海姆?"
夹紧的唇齿间，海姆吐道，"是的。"
他摔了下来，快速到所有的神祇们都吓了一跳。一身鲜血和瘀伤，海姆想要站起来再次面对他的陛下，可惜他办不到。他的同袍们没人上前扶助，也没人敢理会他乞求的目光，任由他倒在神殿的地板上。
间断闪烁的光芒显示出一团正向其它神祇卷袭的黑暗能量。
"你们将无法再坐在水晶塔中观看世界，仿佛它只是为你们的娱乐所造。"
"放逐。"班恩低叹道。
"是的，"米尔寇，死亡之神答道，声音中带着一丝连神都无法抵抗的恐惧。
"你们将无法再对赋予你们生命的职责置之不理。你们会了解并永远记得你们的罪过。
你们对你们的主犯罪，你们将会因此受罚。"
"贼！"蜜斯拉喊道，"让我们为您找出这个贼，并将石板归还吧！"
泰尔（Tyr），正义与审判之神，举起他的双手求道："别让我们仅因我们其中一员的愚昧而全部遭受刑罚吧，AO陛下！"黑暗，如同鞭子般，向提尔的脸劈去，他倒在地上，痛苦的哀号，双手抓着他失明的眼睛。
"你的眼中只看到自己！"
众神们无语，黑色的能量束朝他们射去，将他们拉向彼此，似乎如此好让AO的怒火有一个集中的目标。众神们喊叫着--有的是因为害怕，有的是因为痛苦。毕竟他们并不习惯于被如此对待。
"懦夫们，偷窃石板是最后一次冒犯，你们要将它们归还。但是首先，你们要为我千年来的失望付出代价！"
班恩站在原地，抵抗着能量束。突然，这些刺骨的能量爆发成刺眼的蓝色火焰，咬嗜着黑暗之王。他在痛苦中隐约看见也在反抗的蜜斯拉，脸上带着轻微的笑容。接着，能量束缠绕住班恩，他痛苦的程度大概只有一位神祇能想象和忍耐。
在无止境的折磨后，所有的神祇都被能量束所缠住，并被紧绑在一起。接着他
们发现自己再度能移动和思考。还有恐惧，他们刚刚才熟悉的恐惧。
最后，塔洛斯，风暴之王勉强开口，他的声音微弱而嘶哑，每个字来自于惊恐的抽气。
"就这样结束了吗??是只有这样吗??"
突然神殿消失了，仍被捆绑在一起的神祇们发现他们正望向自己最害怕的面孔:混乱，生命，爱，冷漠。每位神都看到了自己的灭亡。
"那不过是浅尝我的愤怒罢了。现在，畅饮它吧！"
一种从来没人听过的声音传了开来--神祇们的尖叫。
蜜斯拉，发现自己正被卷向一个混乱而怪异的漩涡，她挣扎着想取得一些控制力。她被剥去了神格，这过程是难以忍受的疼痛。所有的神都遭受到一样的命运。所有的神，除了海姆外，均被逐出天界。
一段时间后，蜜斯拉在费伦大陆的国度中醒来，发现自己的外表只剩下最初的本体，她的身体是一团放出蓝光的物质。
"你必须要取得一个肉体，"AO的声音在她脑中回荡着。"你必须要附身在凡人身上，并如同他们般过活着。如此一来，或许你会学着珍惜过去被你认为是理所当然的。"
首先动荡之年的神祗圣者形态，本来就是高于人低于神的形态，那帮神都是被鳌老板剥了神格再给踹出神国的
这不就是上山下乡么…… 神手之兔 发表于 2017-10-6 11:42
这不就是上山下乡么……
贴切，为争回城镇名额争当积极分子 本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2017-10-7 22:00 编辑
PLD 发表于 2017-10-6 12:25
十分喜欢梅丽莎的人设，包括大妈祭祀形象和半神形象，正史里主角是个战士，活该被夺舍。真正该封神的是玩家 ...
小说版梅阿姨塑造的比游戏好不少，不过第三本小说人物的话，我最喜欢巴和尚。
小说版巴和尚对梅阿姨的打算比游戏里了解的还清楚，虽然他以为梅阿姨折腾这通是想复活巴尔。
战斗力完虐查内姆，查内姆被虐后玩赖变身成掠夺者——不是杀戮者（Slayer），是掠夺者（Ravager）。游戏里查内姆变身不了这个，不过最后的试炼会面对一头掠夺者——玩赖，结果还是被他给吊打。
揍趴下变身掠夺者的查内姆后，明白梅阿姨是想自己封神仪式。然后他试图进入巴尔的世界阻止梅阿姨。
结果发现自己一直精神训练阻隔巴尔神性里携带的杀戮等负面影响的行为太成功，导致自己根本进不了巴尔世界。然后救醒被自己揍晕的渣内姆，自愿让查内姆杀了自己，通过自己的神性而进入巴尔世界。
另一个博德游戏编剧写剧情的巅峰MOD里，巴和尚则会被声望高的主角嘴炮加入最终战，帮忙对付梅阿姨。
xjtxp 发表于 2017-10-6 20:57
小说版梅阿姨塑造的比游戏好不少，不过第三本小说人物的话，我最喜欢巴和尚。
小说版巴和尚对梅阿姨的打 ...
当初博德之门的MOD里面有多少个是博德编剧参加过的？
我记得有个小强的MOD叫悠久之路的，是不是也是编剧参加的。 巅峰之战。其实是来不及做的内容，一些砍掉的还有去法印城一日游等
巅峰之战真是经典 lostneverland 发表于 2017-10-7 19:19
当初博德之门的MOD里面有多少个是博德编剧参加过的？
我记得有个小强的MOD叫悠久之路的，是不是也是编剧 ...
实际编剧为MOD写剧情的只有《巴尔王座》的巅峰之战，而且这个其实如楼上所说，很多是当时计划做的但没做的剧情。
《巴尔王座》安不安巅峰之战完全是两种体验，《巴尔王座》的好评相当程度是因为这个半官方MOD。
此外还有些是写了台词，用工具能查到，但没实际做出剧情的内容。有些玩家用工具调出这些后，把这些台词补完做成了剧情。
不过这种不算编剧参加，强尼那个悠久的旅途剧情很好，但没编剧参与。
查内姆，无名氏，获选者这些rpg自定义主角凑一起打个圣杯战争一定很有趣 精钢魔像 发表于 2017-10-7 20:41
查内姆，无名氏，获选者这些rpg自定义主角凑一起打个圣杯战争一定很有趣
无名氏的结局是不是就是挂掉了，血战里死了就是灰飞烟灭了吧？ xgazer 发表于 2017-10-7 22:12
无名氏的结局是不是就是挂掉了，血战里死了就是灰飞烟灭了吧？
结局里被剥离的凡人性回归，无名氏再也不是不死不灭。在血战里死了就真死了
然而游戏里能把体质堆到25，一样不死不灭 还是想问一下 奥库斯是怎么杀死奇点的... 本帖最后由 xjtxp 于 2018-1-5 23:56 编辑
哈曼的YY 发表于 2017-11-20 16:46
还是想问一下 奥库斯是怎么杀死奇点的...
杀死奇点的与其说是奥库斯（Orcus），不如说是坦布汝斯（Tenebrous）。
做为坦布汝斯的奥库斯能杀死奇点等神祗，是因为他当时能够使用Last Word这外挂。
如今Last Word这外挂已经被封号，而且奥库斯也已经不再是坦布汝斯了，所以它就被罗丝玩成这样了:
https://bbs.saraba1st.com/2b/thread-1572385-1-1.html
xjtxp 发表于 2018-1-5 23:54
杀死奇点的与其说是奥库斯（Orcus），不如说是坦布汝斯（Tenebrous）。
做为坦布汝斯的奥库斯能杀死奇点等 ...
原来全靠末言啊 xjtxp 发表于 2017-10-6 09:48
另外说真的，官方小说烂归烂，但原版游戏剧情经典的也就是2代。
单纯从剧情来说，不打MOD的1代原版质量还 ...
一代剧情很刚健朴实，告别烛堡踏上旅途，荒野养父惨死，酒馆见老兵……最终巴尔神殿决战沙洛佛克，很明快清晰的“英雄之旅”，只不过舞台有些简陋。
谈剧情，不能光看内容不看结构。 一见大吉 发表于 2018-01-08 18:40:03
一代剧情很刚健朴实，告别烛堡踏上旅途，荒野养父惨死，酒馆见老兵……最终巴尔神殿决战沙洛佛克，很明快 ...关于一代，我有个问题，可能因为我没带贾希拉，但是查内姆为什么一定要把铁矿问题解决到底？这跟养父留下的那些事一开始并没有什么必然联系啊
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