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"If I could see you," Heboric muttered, "I'd conclude you've improved some."
"I have, Destriant of Treach, though I would have thought those feline eyes of yours could pierce every veil."
He grunted. "It's more that you no longer slur your words, Scillara."
"What do we do now?" she asked after a moment.
"Dusk will soon arrive. I would go out to find L'oric, and I would that you accompany me."
"And then?"
"Then, I would lead you to Felisin Younger."
"Sha'ik's adopted daughter."
"Aye."
Scillara glanced away, meditative as she drew deep on the rust-leaf.
"How old are you, lass?"
She shrugged, "As old as I have to be. If I am to take Felisin Younger's orders, so be it. Resentment is pointless."
An awkward conversation, progressing in leaps that left Heboric scrambling. Sha'ik was much the same. Perhaps, he reflected with a grimace, this talent for intuitive thinking was a woman's alone - he admittedly had little experience upon which he could draw, despite his advanced years. Fener's temple was predominantly male, when it came to the holy order itself, and Heboric's life as a thief had, of necessity, included only a handful of close associations. He was, once more, out of his depth. "Felisin Younger has, I believe, little interest in commanding anyone. This is not an exchange of one cult for another, Scillara - not in the way you seem to think it is, at any rate. No-one will seek to manipulate you here."
House of Chains, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #4)
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Sketch-a-day 14
Apt and Panek
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RARAKU
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“‘Eres holy sites burned through Tellan. They are too old to be resisted.’ ‘You said their sanctity was born of death. Are they Hood’s, then?’ ‘No. Hood did not exist when these were fashioned, Trull Sengar. Nor are they strictly death-aspected. Their power comes, as Monok Ochem said, from layers. Stone shaped into tools and weapons. Air shaped by throats. Minds that discovered, faint as flickering fires in the sky, the recognition of oblivion, of an end… to life, to love. Eyes that witnessed the struggle to survive, and saw with wonder it’s inevitable failure. To know and to understabd that we must all die, Trull Sengar, is not to worship death. To know and to understand is itself magic, for it made us stand tall.”
Onrack the broken to Trull Sengar - House of Chains
Cloaked by Ages, Crowned in Earth:  
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“Innocence is only a virtue, lass, when it is temporary. You must pass from it to look back and recognize its unsullied purity. To remain innocent is to twist beneath invisible and unfathomable forces all your life, until one day you realize yourself, and it comes to you that innocence was a curse that had shackled you, defeated your every expression of living.”
— Cotillion, House of Chains Malazan Book of the Fallen
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Karsa Orlong, a character from the book i’m currently reading called House of Chains from the Malazan book of the fallen serie. Steven Erikson starts the book with more than 150 pages introduction about this character, and i couldn’t help but loath and hate him from the start untill later on where some events and changes that led to my appreciation of this Uryd warleader. 
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“it is human nature to transform loss into a virtue. So that it might be lived with, so that it might be justified.”
— Felisin Younger
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"Why should what you prefer interest me?"
"Because, Karsa Orlong, we are within the same House. The House of Chains. Our master-"
"I have no master," the Teblor growled.
"As he would have it," 'Siballe replied. "The Crippled God does not expect you to kneel. He issues no commands to his Mortal Sword, his Knight of Chains - for that is what you are, the role for which you have been shaped from the very beginning."
"I am not in this House of Chains, T'lan Imass. Nor will I accept another false god."
"He is not false, Karsa Orlong."
"As false as you," the warrior said, baring his teeth. "Let him rise before me and my sword will speak for me. You say I have been shaped. Then there is much to which he must give answer."
"The gods chained him."
"What do you mean?"
"They chained him, Karsa Orlong, to dead ground. He is broken. In eternal pain. He has been twisted by captivity and now knows only suffering."
"Then I shall break his chains-"
"I am pleased-"
"And then kill him."
House of Chains, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #4)
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tavore and felisin paran.
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It’s a hard sad day here; hope y’all are staying safe and hanging in there. Ever read the #malazan book series? Was thinking of the T’lan Imass while drawing this. #skulls #undead #moth #hyena #wolf #zombie #neanderthal #drawing #inkdrawing #malazanbookofthefallen #tlanimass #ghoul #skullart #skulldrawing #mothdrawing #mothart #quarantink https://www.instagram.com/p/CFBEnp6Fusc/?igshid=164mmuerzm2n
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And crouched at the base of those stairs was a familiar figure, teeth gleaming in a wide smile.
"Iskaral Pust!"
"Missed me, didn't you, lad?" He edged forward like a crab, then cocked his head. "I should soothe him now - both of them, yes. Welcoming words, a wide embrace, old friends, yes, reunited in a great cause once more. Never mind the extremity of what will be demanded of us in the days and nights to come. As if I need help - Iskaral Pust requires the assistance of no-one. Oh, she might be useful, but she hardly looks inclined, does she? Miserable with knowledge, is my dear lass." He straightened, managing something between an upright stance and a crouch. His smile suddenly broadened. "Welcome! My friends!"
Cutter advanced on him. "I've no time for any of this, you damned weasel-"
"No time? Of course you have, lad! There's much to be done, and much time in which to do it! Doesn't that make for a change? Rush about? Not us. No, we can dawdle ! Isn't that wonderful!"
"What does Cotillion want of us?" Cutter demanded, forcing his fists to unclench.
"You are asking me what Cotillion wants of you? How should I know?" He ducked down. "Does he believe me?"
"No."
"No what? Have you lost your mind, lad? You won't find it here! Although my wife might - she's ever cleaning and clearing up - at least, I think she is. Though she refuses to touch the offerings - my little bhok'arala children leave them everywhere I go, of course. I've become used to the smell. Now, where was I? Oh yes, dearest Apsalar - should you and I flirt? Won't that make the witch spit and hiss! Hee hee!"
House of Chains, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #4)
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Bjorn Sandberg tbf looks like Rahvin the most to me but I’m not convinced he’s gonna make it in
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Apsalar from Malazan Book of the Fallen series
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Malaztober 2022
Day 4
The Birdshit Scorpion, Joyful Union
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I made a Karsa Orlong and Aramala
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