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说实话，虽然《博德之门》官方小说总体确实质量不佳，但第三本其实有不少局部亮点。这三部曲小说烂，主要写前两本的第一个作者Philip Athans折腾的实在太过分，PA家伙把游戏剧情线给胡乱穿插+乱砍剧情线。比如为了让小说渣跟贾希拉成CP，在小说早期就杀了卡立德，然后因为强尼剧情线没被提这么早，于是卡立德死在小说里，就由强尼变成老沙的锅这种情况。然后卫生纸为了救场，把第三本《巴尔王座》小说作者，给换成了参与《巴尔王座》游戏的BioWare编剧Drew Karpyshyn。
DK在BioWare参与过博德、无冬、旧共和国武士、翡翠帝国、质量效应、旧共和国网游等多部游戏的编剧，其中质量效应他是1、2代的总编剧。
应该说他作为游戏编剧的水平整体很高，但他的特点是相对长于主线但拙于细节。这种情况本身就妨碍了他小说的质量。
当然这还不是最大问题，最大问题是负责前两本的PA那货，已经把游戏剧情给砍烂并胡乱拼接过了。在接续前两本不能另起炉灶的情况下，别说DK本身有长于主线但拙于细节的毛病，就算没有这缺陷他也无力回天。
不过虽然因为主线整个已经砍烂了，第三本《巴尔王座》小说接续这么一个已经烂掉的主线，总体来说还是烂书水平，不过局部确实有明显胜过《巴尔王座》游戏的地方。比如小说对五裔跟梅阿姨人物塑造，明显比游戏更加丰满立体有深度多了。
再比如这段连串便当，虽然这种同时宰了贾希拉、老沙、老妹仨角色的行为，惹得很多玩家非常不满，但其实本身写得挺不错：
"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.
* * * * *
顺便提下：
这位在DND正史里杀贾希拉、爱蒙、老沙等角色的前BioWare编剧DK，如今已经是威世智的人了。
DK做为游戏编剧水平是很高的，尤其写主线。
他在BioWare时，TOB后做过无冬1、翡翠帝国、KOTOR游戏编剧，后来成了质量效应1、2代的总编剧，而且编剧过部分TOR剧情。
期间写了《旧共和国：瑞文》小说，在这小说里重操旧业，又宰掉了星战官方（旧）正史版旧共和国武士第2代主角（以及各种黑2代），为此在KOTOR2玩家里又臭名远扬。
2012年离开BioWare，表示要去当高大上的小说家。
他做为BioWare重要编剧里少见的钢铁直男，吐槽过BioWare那帮基佬美工故意把角色捏难看的情况。听说这家伙跟基佬社技术人员有矛盾，详情与真假我不知道，反正他明确写着实际年龄大妈但外表是年轻美女的角色，被基佬美工真按实际年龄捏成大妈的情况不止一处 。
随后我估计是他写的那几本奇幻小说销量不好（我没查销量，只是脑洞），一度又回到BioWare，期间曾经写过《圣歌》剧情主线，但是大概看BioWare《圣歌》那情况，随后又跑了……
如今他跑到卫生纸旗下，是威世智下属Archetype Entertainment的首席作家，而且表示自己很喜欢跟威世智合作——显然做为游戏编剧水平比小说作者高的他，有一颗当小说作家的心，很感激当年威世智让他第一本小说出版的事，而且很不满很多玩家为巴尔王座小说喷他。
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发表于 2020-9-24 20:33
半身人可以开大车吗
想起玩神界2的时候，伊凡莫名其妙的就和猩红王子开始亲热。。。还有描写。。。你tm不能这样啊，我不是那个意思啊，选项和结果对不上啊
话说拉瑞安的博得3是5E规则吧，2是DND2版规则。博得3还是会玩着玩着变成它家原罪那样的谐星游戏么
