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Artur hit Godrick right in the forehead with a buttered roll. “That’s fer blindin’ yer poor old da.”
“I’m entirely too amazing and dangerous to feel any need for jealousy,” Talia said.
“You make me sound like a complete pushover who would do anything to please my friends,” Hugh said, picking himself up off the ground. Alustin and Kanderon both gave him flat looks. “Fair enough, I suppose,” Hugh finally said.
With the help of a few Skyhold alchemists, Talia had found a way to drastically improve the yield of burning oil— namely, if they blended bone dust with oil, the resulting slime-like mixture reacted to her bonefire affinity just like regular bone did. And the whale-bone cylinder in her hand? It was filled to the brim with that mixture. The alchemists had some terrifyingly flammable oils, and they’d even added some powdered dragonbone to the mix to make it burn hotter.
The creation of this would've been a really fun scene to see.
Valia Warwell, leader of the Sacred Swordsmen, was a great power in all but name— not through raw power, but through matchless skill with both magic and blade. Aedan Dragonslayer or Artur might be able to go toe to toe against her, but Alustin didn’t stand a chance against her in a fair fight. In all their years of rivalry, however, Alustin had never once fought fair against her.
There is no greater monster on Ithos— not Intet Slew, not Tetragnath, not even the Sleeper in the Sands.” Alustin dissolved his paper helmet, let Valia look him in the eyes. “I’d hardly call Tetragnath a villain,” Alustin said. “Sure, he’s killed tens of thousands of Havathi soldiers and loggers, but in his defense, they were invading his forest and chopping down his trees. He’s been pretty clear about the consequences of doing that since before even the rise of the Ithonian Empire.”
Godrick grabbed the back of the other man’s helmet, reared back, then head-butted him. The top of Godrick’s helmet fractured, but he’d not only repaired it by the time he head-butted the other man, he’d thickened the quartzite considerably.
“Ah, the Flea. We’re only missing one member of your little group,
Thats a great nickname
It’s a meta-affinity, like a dream affinity or greater shadow affinity, and it’s been documented often enough on Cloudspine.
I’ve also seen atthuema translated as repercussion, redoubling, growth, consequence, and half a dozen other ways.
“It’s Clan Castis!” Talia shouted. “Look, Hugh, my brothers!” Sabae groaned. “We’re all doomed.”
Also, you should respect me because I punch a lot harder than you.” “A valid argument,” Tristan said.
“Ayup,” Luthe finally said. “Hugh here is a crazy person.” “Utterly insane,” Roland said. “Questionable grasp on reality,” Gram said. “Probably dangerous to be around,” Leon said. “Not probably, definitely dangerous to be around,” Rafe said.
Eddin Slane, who controlled a swarm of thousands of ceramic hexagons the size of a human hand, which he could reassemble into defensive walls, armor, or simply use as projectiles. Slane apparently used a bizarre, heavily mathematical method of spellform design to manage so many discrete objects at once with his magic. He wasn’t a member of the Librarians Errant,
Pretty cooooool
“Yeah, we’re definitely calling that storm armor,” Hugh said, staring at the dark, whirling clouds surrounding her
Not going to give it two seconds thought hugh?
“Close enough,” Talia said, comparing the blue of her tattoos to the blue of Kanderon’s crystals. “It’ll only be visible when you’re actively using it,” Alustin said. “The color doesn’t matter that much.” Talia gave him an affronted look.
All about the fashion souls
“Talia’s told me a few stories about yer clan,” Godrick said. “Yeh’re supposed ta’ be a terrifyin’ bunch, one a’ the only two clans Castis fears enough not ta’ raid.” Ranna chuckled at that. “Clan Castis is full of goatshit, there. Clan Derem is tiny, poor, and the main reason no-one raids us is that Clan Castis comes down like a hammer on anyone that even thinks about us. Absolutely no idea why, but they’re always talking us up to others. They are simultaneously some of the most loyal and the most ridiculous allies you can have.”
Despite the name, The Thunderclaw— who always refers to itself in the third person— does not have sound or lightning magic, but rather seems to use some variant of a pressure affinity to fire destructive shockwaves from its claws.
Sign me up
Culminating in the discovery of a way to reliably create a hybrid of a living spell and a normal elemental.
Whatever is about to happen. Yes.
Godrick turned to see Talia stalking towards them, Hugh and Sabae trailing in her wake. “No flirting with Godrick, Tristan. He’s entirely too good for you. Way out of your league. Go flirt with a bad-tempered sunmaw or something.”
“If yeh really don’t want ta’ do this, ah won’t force yeh,” Artur said, resting his hands on Godrick’s shoulders. “But this is the most promisin’ path we’ve seen ta’ makin’ yeh more powerful, and ah’d be a lot happier if it works. Ah won’t always be around ta’ protect yeh, and it would absolutely help yeh protect yerself and yer friends.”
Artur is the fucking man
“Because you’re children,” Amalda said. “Your teachers have forged you into weapons, putting your lives at risk to further their own goals again and again. It’s monstrous, and if we are to even attempt to claim to be better than the monsters we’re trying to supplant, we can’t simply kill children because they’re obstacles in our way. Sacrificing the tactical advantage to do the right thing is the only righteous path here.”
I know shes bad, but thats pretty awesome. Well done Bier.
Not, however, in time to stop its fall. Sabae couldn’t wait to tease Talia and Godrick about her and Hugh being dragonslayers before them.
The best possible iteration of this joke.
Luthe grinned. He could only safely birth one living spell during this battle, but there were thirty-two Clan Castis fire mages here. This was going to be fun.
In Mot’s wake ran Ramyl the Chained, a reclusive power of the deep desert. He resembled nothing so much as an emaciated, skeletal ape, twice the height of Artur’s armor and covered in dozens of dangling chains, each link larger than a man. There was something unpleasant about the way his joints moved as he loped through the sands. Ramyl’s price had been steep, to put it mildly, but well worth it, to Kanderon’s mind. He was a relatively recent immigrant to Anastis out of a labyrinth, and his alien magic would be unfamiliar enough to be a severe challenge for the Havathi powers.
My favorite
And, last and most certainly least, the Great Destroyer. Kanderon hated the Great Destroyer. A praying mantis big enough to pick up a ship, she was a complete idiot, who had only survived the decades she had because of her absurd healing affinity. Her self-proclaimed title was idiotic, and Kanderon was confident she’d just wander around eating Havathi soldiers until she was full, then amble off somewhere to sleep.
paper scything into the Sacred Swordsmen, cutting four of them down in an instant. Then he flew out the other entrance of the training hall, laughing maniacally. He made sure to amplify the laughter with a cantrip for Valia’s sake.
“Oh, very nice effort, Valia,” a nearby origami heron told her as it began to spin around her. “But sympathy spells need a certain degree of similarity between the targets to work, and, unfortunately for you, every single golem in this swarm is a unique design, each on different types of paper. I’ve been preparing this trick for years, just for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
Even as he watched, three of its heads grabbed some sort of skeletal ape, covered in chains and twice his armor’s size, off the ground. The hydra didn’t even slow down as he tore the monster apart.
OH NO
“Kanderon, RUN!” Artur shouted.
Man, nobody gets to say that shit.
“This new body is far more magnificent than the one you promised me, Kanderon,” the hydra said. “I owe you a future favor. I apologize for taking so long to seize control of it, however.” “Thank you, Ramyl,” Kanderon said. “Wherever you go, go knowing you have earned my friendship.”
OH YEAH
