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囧灰的joker  如果有条件的话,还是买书吧,很多细节和绘图还是原版的更加直观,我之所以做出翻译是为了在阅读原版的时候,方便手头有个译本。  发表于 2014-7-26 23:34
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Part Two


The Fate of the Black Soulstone


Being Mortal


I will not say mytime acclimating to mortal life has been easy. Of the many facets of this newexistence, even something as fundamental as sleep was challenging to accept.Angels have no need of slumber, and I was only vaguely aware of this conceptthrough my past dealings with mankind. During my first days as a mortal, Ifought my body’s many cries for sleep until exhaustion took me. The strangedreams that followed filled me with disquiet. They were enigmas, storms ofimages and emotions birthed beyond rational thought.


But as with otheraspects of mortal life, I have come to cherish dreams. Some human seers claimthey hold meaning, and I subscribe to this belief. I believe that, throughdreams, mortals can at times pierce the veil of reality and touch, howeverbriefly, the realm of pure insight.


Of late, my dreamsare haunted by one thing: the Black Soulstone. I see the crystal reflected inall things, at all times. It has become my obsession, my purpose in life.


It has driven me toact against the will of the Angiris Council and the High Heavens.


Horadrim, by the timeyou read this, you may already know of my plans for the crystal. Nonetheless, Iwish to record the details here so that you may fathom the unsettling eventsthat drove me to embark on this path, however perilous it may be.


My allegiance to humans has often been questioned. Ifreely admit there was even a time when I regarded them with disdain, much likemy angelic brethren. But upon witnessing mankind’s innate potential forselflessness, I developed a deep admiration for mortals. The more I learned ofthem, the more I began to see my own kind in a different light. Ultimately, Ibecame aware of a glaring flaw among the angels.


Know this concerning Heaven’s denizens: they areimmutable in their adherence to order. Laws govern their existence, guidingtheir every thought and action. Although this affords angels great strength andunity, it also limits their ability to act.


Nowhere was this flaw more evident than in mydealings with the Angiris Council. The archangels-Imperius, Auriel, Malthael,and I-were bound by law not to interfere with the mortal realm. But where Ionly loosely followed this rule, the other council members observed it withoutquestion. They obeyed even when the Prime Evils moved to corrupt humanity,threatening to upset the balance of the Eternal Conflict.


When I intervened to forestall catastrophe, thecouncil members chastised me for my recklessness. They ignored my warnings thatthe Burning Hells would soon assault the mortal world. I came to realize howtheir precious laws had become more important to them than truth. No amount ofarguing or persuading would ever sway them to reason.


I deliberately took on the form of a mortal,sacrificing my angelic essence, in response to the Council’s continuedinaction. In doing so, I hoped to set an example to the Heavens-to prove thatlaws can be bent for a greater good.


I also knew that, in time, mankind would holdimmeasurable power through its nephalem heritage. Only by standing with humanscould I thwart Hell’s impending invasion and bridge the gap between the realmsof angels and men.


Looking back, I realize how unprepared I was for therealities of mortal existence. As an archangel, I had observed and interactedwith humans for centuries. I had watched entire generations come and go,studying the forces that governed their lives. A time even came when I believedthat I had learned all there was to know about being mortal.


How wrong I was.


Adria’s betrayal revealed the true scope of myignorance. On the war-torn ramparts of Bastion’s Keep, the witch turned againstus. She used the Black Soulstone, bristling with the seven Lords of the Hells,to transform her own daughter into Diablo, the Prime Evil.


In that moment, I questioned everything. Was itmortal weakness that had caused me and my allies to put so much blind faith inAdria? In siding with mankind, had I set the End of Days in motion, deliveringall creation into the clutches of evil?


My mind churned with despair as Diablo stormed therealm of angels, sending waves of flame and darkness crashing over the skies ofHeaven. The wails of dying angels, torn apart by tendrils of living shadow,filled me with terror. The unpredictable surges and raw, untamed power ofmortal emotion-something I had never truly comprehended-crippled me.


The angels fared little better. The impossible hadcome to pass-the great Diamond Gates that had stood unbroken throughout theEternal Conflict lay in ruins, Like me, many angels conceded the inevitabilityof defeat, listless and dejected.


But where we surrendered, my mortal allies forgedahead. They alone possessed the courage to vanquish the Prime Evil, casting theentity from the sacred Crystal Arch.


The euphoria I experienced following the attack didnot last. My mortal comrades soon departed, and alone I struggled to find myplace among the angels. Food and other necessities of mortal life werenonexistent in Heaven. Nightmares of the oppressive darkness that had sweptover Heaven plagued my restless sleep.


Places once familiar became strange and foreboding.In my former domain, the Courts of justice, fleeting visions of every angel whohad perished at the hands of the Prime Evil assaulted me. The fallen guardiansheld me accountable for their deaths. Overcome with guilt, I lacked the courageto face their judgment.


And so I fled.


The immensity of Heaven itself frightened me. I wasbut a mortal in this vast realm, insignificant and transient. More and more, Ilonged for the simplicity of my past life as an archangel, to exist unfetteredby the limitations of mortals.


This yearning reached its apex during the Lightsong:the creation of new angels. Throngs of Heaven’s denizens gathered at theCrystal Arch, their essences tuned in synchronicity with the monolithicstructure. From this perfect harmony, angels were given life. But as a mortal,I could not take part in this sublime symphony. I could only watch as thesacred angelic rite unfolded.

I was a stranger in the only place I had ever calledhome.


Alienated and apart, I took solace in my memories ofDeckard Cain, of Leah, and of the nephalem. I looked to them for inspiration.They had all dealt with adversity and doubt. They had possessed that wondrousmortal ability to shape their outlook on the world, to find hope in despair andmuster courage in the face of overwhelming fear.


I relate this to you, Horadrim, not because I claimmy understanding transcends yours, Often, it takes the observation of anoutsider to glean true insight about one’s self. But if there is one shred ofwisdom I can pass on to you, it is that the true strength of mortals comes fromthe fact that they are forged of equal parts light and dark. From this dualitysprings a constant push and pull between opposing and contradictory emotions.This shifting spectrum of feeling is what grants mortals their unique perspectiveand freedom.


Rather than cower from the sudden rush ofconflicting emotions, I faced it. I adapted to it. Slowly, I began to seebeyond the things that troubled me; I began to glimpse the beauty of Heavenwith my new mortal eyes. I marveled at its grandeur, at the way each domain,from the great Halls of Valor to the tranquil Gardens of Hope, had a distinctand profound effect one my mind. I began, at last, to see as mortals do.


It was with this newfound perspective that I firstnoticed a subtle darkening to the realm of angels. Shadows dimmed the brilliantcrystalline spires and colonnades. Discordant notes tainted the radiant chorusthat whispered through the skies of the Heavens.


At the center of this growing disharmony, I beheldthe Black Soulstone.

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The Dissonance of the Angiris Council


In the wake of the Prime Evil’s defeat, I resumed myinvolvement with the Angiris Council. Where once I had stood among Heaven’sruling body as the Aspect of Justice, I now assumed the place of Wisdom, aposition formerly held by the missing archangel, Malthael. In part, taking onthis duty was a deliberate act. I believed that to ensure a new dawn for angelsand men, the virtues of wisdom outweighed those of justice. But mytransformation was also caused by something more: a subtle calling thatemanated from the Crystal Arch, instilling in me a profound need to don themantle of Wisdom.


Through my involvement with the Council, I was privyto discussions about the Black Soulstone. The prime Evil’s body had been destroyed,but the crystal remained intact, the entity’s spirit still roiling within theenchanted prison. Angels under the command of Imperius quickly recovered thefoul artifact and entrusted it to the Angiris Council.


Never before had the archangels held such power anddominion over the Lords of the Burning Hells. Never before had they possessedsuch a momentous chance to purge evil from creation and bring an end to the EternalConflict once and for all.


Auriel proposed forging an impenetrable chamber oflight and sound to shroud the crystal for all eternity. Imperius argued thatthe only valid course of action was to shatter the stone, thus destroying theEvil, and launch a final sweeping invasion of the Burning Hells. Itheraellingered in indecision, still plagued by his inability to foresee mankind’sdestiny in relation to the Prime Evil and the harrowing attack on the Heavens.


The Council was divided, unable to pass a vote on acourse of action. It was during these meetings that I began to notice the BlackSoulstone’s insidious influence on the archangels. This effect was notcorruption in the other dark emotions intrinsic to the seven Evils. Formortals, I believe this effect would be even more perilous.


The mere presence of the soulstone drove a wedgebetween the archangels, begetting an unending cycle of heated debates andarguments. Know this: it is harmony that imbues angels with much of theirstrength. Discord is like a mortal disease that spreads to every limb and organuntil the body withers and dies. In that way, the Council’s divisivenesspervaded the Heavens, posing a danger to all who dwelt within.


I warned the archangels of this burgeoning schismand the Soulstone’s role in it, but I was largely ignored. Imperius took myapprehension as a sign of mortal cowardice. Throughout the Council’s meetings,he was loath to hear out any of my suggestions. He continued to hold meaccountable for the tragic attack on the Heavens. He also claimed that mynature as a mortal made me incapable of living up to Malthael’s legacy as theAspect of Wisdom.


Imperius’s behavior troubled me deeply. SeeingHeaven burn around him, seeing his loyal followers perish before his eyes, hada profound impact on the archangel. Due to his pride, he could not accept thatmortals had spared the Heavens from doom. He allowed his shame and anger tofeed off one another, blinding him to reason.


There was, however, a shard of truth to hisaccusations. Although I had willingly become Wisdom, I had not fully embracedmy calling. Doubtful that I could live up to Malthael’s legacy, I had abstainedfrom bringing other angels under my command. I had even avoided venturing intomy predecessor’s domain, the Pools of Wisdom, and taking up the legendarysource of his power: Chalad’ar, the Chalice of Wisdom.


Would peering into this artifact destroy my mortalmind? Or would it have no effect on me at all? The various outcomes, and the potentialfor disaster, plagued my thoughts.


I do not believe Imperius intended this, but hisconstant challenges finally pushed me to face my fears. I knew that as long asthe Council remained deadlocked over the Black Soulstone, the dissonance of thearchangels would fester like an open wound. Only by drawing on the powers ofWisdom could I hope to resolve this dilemma. So it was that I finally venturedinto the Pools of Wisdom to take Chalad’ar into my care.


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In the long ages after light and sound wove thefabric of the Heavens, Malthael stood as a pillar of reason among thearchangels. Whenever disagreement erupted within the Council, he was there toquell the discord, drawing our divergent opinions into perfect harmony. Heexisted to seek the meaning of all things-the truth in all things.


Despite his great influence, Malthael neverforcefully imposed his will on any of the archangels, Quiet and reclusive, hewas an enigma to his own kind. Even so, many of Heaven’s denizens reveredMalthael. Apart from the members of the Angiris Council, throngs of angelsfrequented the Pools of Wisdom to bask in the tranquil radiance that pervadedthe domain. Others lingered there for a chance to engage in discourse with Malthael.


But few were graced with such an opportunity. Thearchangel of Wisdom rarely spoke. When he did, the chorus of the Heavens wouldfall silent for the briefest moment and Malthael’s words would shine across therealm of angels for all to hear.


When the monolithic Worldstone disappeared in thedistant past, Malthael dedicated himself to unraveling the mystery of thecrystal’s location. But truth proved elusive. The Aspect of Wisdom becameincreasingly distant and withdrawn from the activities of the Angiris Council.This behavior did not change even after we discovered that the Worldstone hadbeen hidden away on Sanctuary. Malthael continued seeking answers for what thisturn of events could mean. For the span of mortal decades, he would sit insilent and frustrated meditation, peering into the mercurial depths of thechalice. The Aspect of Wisdom was also prone to suddenly disappearing from theHigh Heavens to brood in isolation for lengthy periods of time.


After leaving on one of these mysterious journeys,Malthael simply never returned.


No one knows his current whereabouts. The Councildispatched some of Malthael’s closest followers to seek him out, but few everreturned. Rumors persist that he wanders the otherworldly halls of thePandemonium Fortress, but I have not investigated these reports myself.Whatever the truth may be, the Angiris Council and all of the High Heavens areless without Malthael.


I relay this information here so that you understandthe monumental impact my predecessor had on the Heavens. I was concerned thatin failing to match Malthaesl’s influence, I would shatter any hopes ofbringing angels and humans together. In large part, this mindset is what keptme away from the Pools of Wisdom for so long.


When I finally mustered the courage to venture intoMalthael’s former home, I found the place cold and desolate, as if it existedjust beyond the reach of Heaven’s light. An eerie void of sound-a silencealmost painful to endure-pervaded the domain. The crystalline cisterns andfounts that had once sung with living light had all run dry. It was there, inthe silent heart of this formerly glorious realm, that I found Chalad’ar.


What is it like for a mortal to use this vessel ofever-flowing light?


First, know that the chalice was not forged for amortal mind. Even now, I struggle to tame its energies. Sometimes Chalad’arawakens the raw power of my mortal emotions, throwing me into states ofconfusion, fear and anger. Other times an icy cold surrounds me, chilling mybody to the marrow. I become transfixed by the inevitability of my ownmortality and of the death that awaits all things.


Of its positive effects, Chalad’ar has many. Staringinto the chalice imbues mind and body with a profound sense of confidence,power, and euphoria. It also unravels the barriers of perception, illuminatingthe interconnectivity of all emotions and ideas, the oneness of all things.Light and dark, love and hate, life and death-to gaze into the chalice is tosee that these things are, at their core, merely different facets of the samecrystal. In that way, Chalad’ar allows one to perceive situations with flawlessobjectivity.


Using it confirmed a fear that had been troubling mefor some time: so long as the Black Soulstone remained in the care of thearchangels, it would bring about the downfall of both the Heavens and themortal world. The task of standing vigil over the crystal did not lie with theAngiris Council. It lay with mankind. Only humans possessed the potentialforesight, willpower, and perspective necessary to take on such a tremendousburden.

As I look back on this revelation, giving the taskto mortals seems an obvious solution. But I had hidden from this truth, wantingso much to believe that the Angiris Council possessed the unity to safeguardthe soulstone. Chalad’ar stripped away this self-delusion, forcing me to facethe stark truth, however painful it was.


Such is the price of wisdom.


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The New Horadrim


I relayed some of the insights I had gleaned fromChalad’ar with the Angiris Council, but is became clear that the archangelswould never allow mankind to have dominion over the Black Soulstone. Therefore,I began keeping my thoughts concerning the crystal’s fate secret.


As to warriors capable of safeguarding the crystal,I considered many possibilities: the nephalem who had vanquished the Prime Evil,the dedicated and pragmatic priests of Rathma, and the barbarian tribes thathad once stood vigil over Mount Arreat with unyielding determination. Butalways, my thoughts lingered on the first Horadrm.


I will not detail the formation of the originalorder or their battles against three Prime Evils. Deckard Cain and others havewritten extensively on the subject. I will, however, say this: the strength ofthe Horadrim was their diversity, a virtue lacking in many other mortalorganizations. Mages from disparate cultures, some of which were openly hostiletoward one another, comprised the order. Although the members constantlybickered and argued, their differences proved to be their greatest weapon. Theunique system of belief and worldview held by each of the mages preventedstagnation and allowed them to devise brilliant solutions for the impossiblechallenges they faced.


But apart from Cain, the Horadrim had ceased toexist centuries ago. Forging another order was a daunting task I did not havethe time to undergo. I pushed thoughts of the Horadrim from my mind until Icame across this among Cain’s writings:


They call themselves the First ones.


From what I gathered, a group of scholars stumbled upon a hiddenarchive of Hordric texts in the city of Gea Kul. A man named Garreth Rau, alitterateur well versed in the arts of magic, assumed leadership of thefledgling order. He and his newfound comrades swore oaths to uphold the tenetsof the Horadrim.


Only later was it revealed that Rau had fallen under the sway ofBelial, the lord of Lies. It is unclear precisely when this occurred, but theman sunk into the depths of depravity, engaging in all manner of grotesqueblood rituals and human corruption. He also had designs for Leah due to herinnate powers, and therefore pulled us both into his web of deception.


Quite miraculously, not all of these First Ones darkened as Rauhad. There were some who continued to uphold the sanctity of the order throughthese harrowing events. They were only scholars, but even so they bravelyfought to help break Rau’s hold over Gea Kul and cleanse the Horadric name ofthis despicable false leader.


For that, I own them much. I have nothing but respect for theFirst Ones, and I have therefore given them my blessing to carry on theHoradric legacy.


Oh, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the order wouldrise again. To know that they are out there in the world, upholding the valuesArchangel Tyrael bestowed on the first Horadrim, fills my heart with joy.


If only I had the time to stand with them. Perhaps someday Iwill.


Discovering that the order still existed, albeit indifferent from than before, invigorated me. These First Ones had laid thefoundations of a glorious new Horadrim. With my guidance, I knew they would bethe key to guarding the Black Soulstone.


To strengthen the order, I decided to reach out totrustworthy mortals whose talents lay in magic and other martial disciplines. Iwill not mention their names here, for there are some who may choose not totake part in this perilous endeavor. Know that I hold no ill will toward theseindividuals. To be Horadrim is to put the lives of others before your own. Itis to root out evil in the darkest corners of the world, enduring horrors thatwould break lesser mortals. Few have the courage to take on this calling.


I was confident in my decision regarding theHoradrim, but the question of where the order could safely watch over thesoulstone plagued me. Again, I turned to Cain’s writings for answers. I delvedinto his histories of the secret places of the world: the lost city of Ureh,the Arcane Sanctuary, and many others. I gazed into the shifting depths ofChalad’ar to contemplate everything I had learned and seek insight.


Even now I remain undecided, but thus far a remotenetwork of nephalem catacombs in the kingdom of Westmarch appears mostpromising. I have included Cain’s treatise on this nation’s history and itsancient ruins in full should these details prove useful in the future.


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本帖最后由 囧灰的joker 于 2014-8-4 22:52 编辑

Rakkis and the Founding of Westmarch


Prelude to Conquest


Takenfrom the works of Deckard cain


Of all the world’s myriad nations, it is Westmarchthat has always fascinated me most. I consider this land of rain-soaked portsand sweeping pastures to be one of the greatest kingdoms in existence, a factmade all the more impressive when considering its relatively young age.


But one must remember that the Westmarch of moderntimes is vastly different from what it was at the moment of its creation. It isthis historic event, the founding, which I will examine in some detail here.Much of the information that follows I have taken from Westmarch and the Sons of Rakkis,a seminal work on the nation’s past.

Let us begin by briefly examining the early days ofthe Zakarum Church, for this famous institution’s rise to power is inexorablylinked to the founding of Westmarch.


Nearly three centuries ago, the vast empire ofKehjistan was in the throes of unrest, plagued by famine and disease. Bloodyriots between the downtrodden commoners and the corrupt ruling elite were dailyoccurrences. In short, the climate was ripe for a rebellion by the masses, oneon a scale of which Kehjistan had never witnessed.


It was at this rather inauspicious time that theZakarum, an order that had hitherto existed on the fringes of society, came toprominence. This religion was founded on the teachings of Akarat, a man whowrote of self-determination, empowerment, and the inner Light that exists inevery man and woman. It appears that in Kehjistan’s state of inequality andhopelessness, the Zakarum tenets blazed across the land like wildfire.Historians also attribute this sudden growth to the building of Travincal,a massive temple complex in Kurast.


Beyond this, I will not delve any further into theZakarum’s rise to power. For the purposes of this story, it is important simplyto note that over the course of decades, the church grew increasinglyinfluential, soon becoming a major player in the political spectrum.


Fearful of this burgeoning power, Kehjistan’s rulingelite worked to exterminate the Zakarum through acts of violence andpersecution. But these brutal tactics only served to drive more of thedisillusioned masses into the arms of the church.


It is written that a new emperor by the name ofTassara dismissed this ongoing conflict with the Zakarum as futile. By allaccounts, he was a cunning politician and a master of statecraft. Unlike theprevious emperor, Tassara did not see the Zakarum as an obstacle. Quite thecontrary, he saw it as a means to strengthen his rule.


In a move that is said to have befuddled andinfuriated the ruling elite, Tassara converted to the Zakarum faith. He decreedthat it would be the official religion of Kehjistan, and he even moved theempire’s capital from ancient Viz-jun to Kurast, the headquarters of thechurch. With this one deft stroke, Tassara won the admiration and, moreimportant, the undying allegiance of Kehjistan’s masses.


Westmarch and the Sons of Rakkisstatesthat most of the nobility followed Tassara’s lead, but there were some whoremained opposed. A handful of nobles had no intention of sharing their powerwith the church. They pooled their incredible fortunes and recruited aformidable mercenary army to topple Tassara and crush the Zakarum.


This turn of events led the emperor to call upon hisgreatest military general and lifelong friend: Rakkis. I have found conflictingreports about this man’s true origins. What all the histories do agree on,however, is that Rakkis was a zealous Zakarum convert known for his sterndemeanor, cunning, and ferocity in battle. Throughout the course of hismilitary career, he gained renown for defending the empire from both externaland internal threats.


Most accounts, which I hold true, state that theusurpers’ armies outnumbered Rakkis’s own forces by a wide margin. Despite thisdisadvantage, the general outmaneuvered his adversaries at every turn. Indeed,he divided and conquered the mercenaries with incredible speed and efficiency,never losing a single battle.


These victories made Rakkis a legend. Perhaps themasses saw his triumph as a sign of their faith’s legitimacy and undeniablestrength. Whatever the case, when Rakkis traveled through cities, it is saidthat people of all ages would gather to catch a glimpse of their champion. Thegeneral used his influence to dispose of governors and magistrates whom he sawas inept, replacing them with his favored Zakarum archbishops.


In time, Tassara grew wary of Rakkis’s explosivepopularity and sought to neutralize this new threat to his rule. The emperordid not, however, turn to violence as a solution. I imagine this was partly dueto his friendship with Rakkis. But more important, Tassara knew thateliminating the general would only turn the populace against him.


Thus, he took a quite different tactic. To the west,across the glittering Twin Seas, lay untamed and savage lands shrouded inmystery. Tassara claimed that it was the empire’s duty to conquer this darkcorner of the world and enlighten it with the Zakarum faith, and that onlyRakkis’s zeal could succeed in doing so.


If the general failed, he would likely lose much ofhis popularity. If he proved victorious, Tassara would reap the benefits and beseen as the architect of this grand new chapter in Zakarum history. Either way,the emperor would secure a future for himself.


Whether or not Rakkis was aware of Tassara’sulterior motives is unclear, but he accepted the task nonetheless. The emperorgranted the general nearly a third of Kehjistan’s standing military. This forceincluded many paladins, holy warriors of the Zakarum Church (known as theProtectors of the Word) who used the powers lengths to ensure that Rakkis’sclosest allies in the church were included in this bold campaign.


Before thousands of cheering onlookers, the greatarmy set sail in a fleet that, according to one account, stretched from theshores of Kehjistan to the far horizon.


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Ivgorod and the Barbarians


Rakkis first landed in Lut Gholein, an ancient portthat had been forewarned of his arrival. The Zakarum faith was alreadyentrenched in the city, having held ties with Kehjistan through trade. LutGholein’s ruling mercantile guild agreed to supply Rakkis with additionalsoldiers and provisions in exchange for continued autonomy.


It was outside this city, in the northern reaches ofthe sun-scorched deserts of Aranoch, where Rakkis would meet his firstresistance. The kingdom of Ivgorod controlled vast swaths of the region,although the base of its power lay high in the mountains northwest of thedeserts. This ancient culture observed a polytheistic religion vastly differentfrom the Zakarum faith. As such, Ivgorod vehemently opposed Rakkis and hisbeliefs.


Across the dunes of Aranoch, the two sides clashedin a series of somewhat one-sided engagements. The Kehjistani forces, mastersof warfare in open terrain, ultimately crushed their adversaries, therebyshattering Ivgorod’s hold on the land. In fact, the victory was so total thatthe kingdom would never again reclaim the deserts.


Be that as it may, Ivgorod remained a constant thornin Rakkis’s side as he passed over the western Tamoe mountain range. It wasthere that the Kehjistani soldiers constructed Eastgate Keep, a fortifiedoutpost to defend against their enemy’s counterattacks.


ps. Eestgate Keep在凯恩之角的百科中没有登记,国外网站也是如此,只是提到拉基斯在此建立该城并在此休整部队,我从网上找了很多暗黑地图,发现英文原版的找不到这个地方,而部分翻译版的在崔斯特姆附近的山脉中的一个类似城堡的写道:修道院,暗黑2中泰摩高地的修道院可能就是Eestgate Keep,但我在暗黑2中将女伯爵和修道院都走了一圈,还是无法肯定这个地方,最后我终于在凯恩之书附赠的地图中找到修道院既是Eestgate Keep。



Westmarch and the Sons of Rakkis somewhatdownplays this portion of the campaign, but I have found other accounts thatprovide details. Suffice it to say, Rakkis met increasingly fierce resistancein the mountains. It can even be said that Ivgorod intentionally lured theKehjistani forces farther north into the dense forests and craggy terrain, anenvironment more suited to the kingdom’s style of warfare. Ivgorod’s religiousrulers also called upon the monks, their greatest and most venerated holywarriors, to strike down the invaders. These incredibly disciplined combatantsharassed Rakkis’s soldiers at every turn, launching ambushes and covertassaults with devastating results.


It is here that we see the clash of two faiths:paladins trained in the Light battling monks who, it is written, could call uponthe gods of the land to imbue themselves with immense power. This was a battlewe in the modern times have never truly witnessed.


As the Kehjistani armies continued to spread outinto the far north, they met equally fierce resistance form the scatteredbarbarian tribes around the foothills of Mount Arreat. I can only imagine whatit must have been like for the rank-and-file Kehjistani soldiers as they facedthese strange and indomitable foes, a people adorned in vivid body paint andscreaming savage war cries as they fearlessly charged into battle.


Rakkis would never conquer the barbarians orIvgorod. Although both of these cultures were deeply wounded by the Kehjistaniincursion, they would nonetheless endure.


For the sake of brevity, I will say that the nearbylands of Entsteig and Khanduras both willingly submitted to Rakkis. They didnot possess a faction of military strength held by Ivgorod or the barbarians.Both Entsteig and Khanduras would accept the Zakarum faith, and in return theywould retain much of their independence.


But it was in the south where Rakkis would find hisgreatest success.


A missive fragment from Rakkis that reads:
“…northern tribes unyielding. Supplies low. Requestreinforcements from Lut Gholein with all due haste.”



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The Creation of Westmarch


Westmarch and the Sons of Rakkis recountsthat the general gathered his forces near Eastgate Keep to recuperate andponder his past defeats. Morale is said to have been low among many of thesoldiers following their failed campaigns against Ivgorod and the barbarians.But Rakkis was not dissuaded. As with many of history’s conquerors, he believedthat victory was his destiny. With speeches about their righteous cause, abouttheir faith’s ultimate ascendancy, he rallied his soldiers and set out for thenext leg of his campaign.


Nine warring clans existed around the southern edgeof what is now called the Gulf of Westmarch. For generations, these hostilepeoples had lived in a state of perpetual violence. This disunity was theirgreatest weakness, and one that Rakkis saw as an advantage. He knew thatlaunching his armies against these clans would inevitably unite them into asingle undefeatable force. Instead, Rakkis lived among them. He learned theirlanguage and their culture. He learned their gods. All the while he subtlyspread the Zakarum faith to all who would hear.


Through an arranged marriage, Rakkis bound himselfby blood to the region’s third largest clan, the Ortal. He used this newstanding as leverage, bringing four of the lesser clans under his banner.


Rakkis then launched his combined forces in a fullassault against the largest and most hostile clan, the Hathlan. It is difficultfor my mind to fully grasp the terrible nature of the battles that followed.Sources state that blood turned the once verdant fields to marshland. Thestench of decaying corpses carried on the wind as far as Khanduras.


At the Battle of Dyre River, the Kehjistani forcesdismantled the tattered remnants of the Hathlan army and slew its leader. Thisclan, in addition to the three others that had abstained from taking a side,quickly submitted to Rakkis’s rule. The people of the gulf, having witnessedthe general’s supremacy, declared him their one true king.


But even as Rikkis assumed dominion over his newsubjects, he rallied them with talk of mankind’s inner Light and glory. It washis unyielding strength and conviction that truly united these formerlyintractable peoples and forged them into a single proud kingdom.


In honor of his long and grueling campaign to spreadthe faith from distant Kehjistan, Rakkis named his territory Westmarch. Itsborders stretched from the gulf to the Great Ocean. For the capital (whichwould come to share the same name as the kingdom), Rakkis ordered theconstruction of a river port settlement. The subsequent years saw Westmarchflourish. New roads, cities, and infrastructure sprouted up throughout theland. Due to plentiful access to the sea, the nation quickly became aformidable naval and mercantile power.


Rakkis ruled with a strong but fair hand and enjoyedthe admiration of his people. Years after founding his nation, he would launchfurther incursions against the barbarians, but he would never make any truegains against the fierce northern tribes. It is said that Rakkis diedpeacefully in his sleep over the age of one hundred. His legacy would continuelong after his death. Indeed, Westmarch’s current standing in the world is atestament to the dedication and wisdom that he employed to build a nation.


The Lost Ruins of Westmarch


I feel it is important to note here why Rakkissettled in Westmarch rather than in Khanduras or Entsteig. Historians have manytheories about this, such as the desire to put a safe distance between histerritories and the barbarian tribes. However, the theory I find mostintriguing is one concerning a ruined city buried beneath Westmarch’s bogs.


At some point after his campaign against the peopleof the gulf, Rakkis came across this location. Perhaps to him, the ruins musthave seemed like something out of a legend: mysterious structures that outshonethe works of Kehjistan’s greatest architects. I have come to believe thatRakkis viewed this place as some remnant of mankind’s lost past, of a time whenhumans bristled with the inner Light. However, this is only speculation on mypart. Other accounts seem to indicate that Rakkis was aware of this ancient cityeven before he set out from Kehjistan, although I do not know how that waspossible.


As to the true nature of this site, I have foundpassages in the Books of Kalan thatreference it. It appears the city was constructed in a time before mortalmemory by Daedessa the Builder. This individual was supposedly a nephalem, one ofthe incredibly powerful ancestors of humanity, born from a union between angelsand demons.


If this is factual, the settlement must have beenmarvelous to behold in its prime. Imagine an entire city bustling with acommunity of nephalem.


The books ofkalan go on to say that these ruins possess a number of unique qualities.Legend has it that one of Daedessa’s comrades, Lidar the Noble, infused thecity with some form of magic that could ward off trespassing angels and demons.Of course, I have no means of verifying the validity of this, but such a featdoes not seem beyond the capabilities of a Nehalem.


Throughout his life, Rakkis would remain enthralledby this most enigmatic location. He would often wander the labyrinthinecorridors for hours on end, lost in thought. In his elderly years, Westmarch’sking requested that he be buried among the ruins.


From what I have gathered, this wish was granted. Hisfinal resting place, the tomb of Rakkis, supposedly lies in the heart of thenephalem catacombs.



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