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Chapter 3: Adaonquote:AT FIRST LIGHT the warriors made ready to depart. Taran hurriedly saddled the gray, silver-maned Melynlas, colt of Gwydion's own steed Melyngar. Gurgi, miserable as a wet owl at being left behind, helped load the saddlebags. Dallben had changed his mind about not seeing anyone and stood silent and thoughtful in the cottage doorway, with Eilonwy beside him. Pay attention, readers; this one's important. quote:"Spare me from pig-boys and dreamers!" Ellidyr retorted, and with a shout urged Islimach farther up the column. Adaon may not be a true bard, but he sure seems to have the skills. And he's going to be married! Lucky guy. quote:NEXT DAY THE COMPANIONS crossed the River Ystrad and began bearing northward. With much loud grumbling at being kept from the quest, King Smoit obeyed Gwydion and turned away from the column, riding toward Caer Cadarn to ready his warriors. Later, the pace of the column slowed as the pleasant meadows wrinkled into hills. Shortly after midday the horsemen entered the Forest of Idris. Here, the brown, withered grasses were sharp as thorns. Once familiar oaks and alders appeared strange to Taran; their dead leaves clung to the tangled branches and the black trunks jutted like charred bones.At length the forest broke away to reveal sheer faces of jagged cliffs. Gwydion signaled the company forward. Taran's throat tightened. For a cold instant he shrank from urging Melynlas up the stony slope. He knew, without a word from Gwydion, that the Dark Gate of Annuvin was not far distant. Narrow trails rising above deep gorges now forced the company to go in single file. Taran, Adaon, and Ellidyr had been jogging at the end of the column, but Ellidyr kicked his heels against Islimach's flanks and thrust his way past Taran. Ellidyr continues to be a prick; Taran continues to lust for battle to prove himself. Water is wet. More news at 11. quote:THROUHGOUT THE DAY the company went with greatest caution, for flights of gwythaints, Arawn's fearsome messenger birds, were now seen against the clouds. Shortly before dusk, the trail led downward toward a shallow basin set with scrub and pines. There, Gwydion halted. Ahead rose the baleful crags of Dark Gate, its twin slopesblazing crimson in the dying sun. Thus far the company had encountered no Cauldron-Born. Taran deemed this lucky, but Gwydion frowned uneasily. We are introduced - if only by word - to the Huntsmen, the other magical warriors of Annuvin. Not quite as unstoppable as the Cauldron-Born, perhaps; but without their action range, too. quote:Restless, Taran could barely force himself to close his eyes. When he did, it was in light, uneasy slumber. He woke with a start, groping for his sword. Adaon, already awake, cautioned him to silence. The moon rode high, cold and glittering. The warriors of King Morgant's train moved like shadows. There was a faint jingle of harness, the whisper of a blade drawn from its sheath. Doli, having turned himself invisible, had departed toward Dark Gate. Taran found the bard strapping his beloved harp more securely to his shoulders. Dreams are powerful things, but often easily misinterpreted. Guess we'll see if Adaon's thoughts will turn out to be true.
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# ? Jun 28, 2023 17:27 |
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I appreciate that Alexander made the Huntsman an equally awful threat as the Cauldron Born. The idea that they're all bonded by dark magic into small hunting packs and that killing one of them just diffuses their strength across the survivors so that if you somehow whittle them down enough you end up with like one guy with the combined strength of ten men is very daunting. The Cauldron Born are an enemy you cannot kill. The Huntsmen are an enemy you don't want to kill.
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# ? Jun 28, 2023 17:41 |
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nine-gear crow posted:I appreciate that Alexander made the Huntsman an equally awful threat as the Cauldron Born. The idea that they're all bonded by dark magic into small hunting packs and that killing one of them just diffuses their strength across the survivors so that if you somehow whittle them down enough you end up with like one guy with the combined strength of ten men is very daunting. I can't help but wonder though -- if they really are the worst of the worst, why wouldn't some of them go all Jet Li in The One. Kill the rest of your crew and become almighty.
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# ? Jun 28, 2023 18:49 |
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regulargonzalez posted:I can't help but wonder though -- if they really are the worst of the worst, why wouldn't some of them go all Jet Li in The One. Kill the rest of your crew and become almighty. I'd imagine it was part of whatever unbreakable blood oath they took to Arawn that they couldn't just kill themselves or each other to become demigods, probably as a check on their power against him, but yeah it does raise some... interesting possibilities.
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# ? Jun 28, 2023 19:49 |
Bit of a gamble innit to kick off the tontine against nine other people who are precisely as powerful as you are
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# ? Jun 28, 2023 19:52 |
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Adaon seems like he's got a good head on his shoulders and I'm confident everything is going to work out swell for him!
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# ? Jun 29, 2023 01:41 |
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Poor guy just needs to shake those stress dreams. Original post hidden for flying too close to spoilers, if my vague memories are correct. I heard he’s only two battle campaigns away from retirement, the lucky duck. Darthemed fucked around with this message at 03:48 on Jun 29, 2023 |
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Coca Koala posted:Adaon seems like he's got a good head on his shoulders and I'm confident everything is going to work out swell for him! I hope he gets back to his fiancee that he can't shut up about safely after this wonderful adventure with his new friends.
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Chapter 4: In the Shadow of Dark Gatequote:THE NIGHT PASSED HEAVILY, and it was nearly time for Ellidyr's turn at guard, when Taran heard a rustling in the shrub. He raised his head abruptly. The sound stopped. He was unsure now that he had really heard it. He held his breath and waited, poised and tense. Adaon, whose ears were as keen as his eyes, had also noticed it and was at Taran's side in an instant. There was, it seemed to Taran, a flicker of light. A branch cracked nearby. With a shout, Taran swung up his blade and leaped toward it. A golden beam flashed in his eyes and a squeal of indignation struck his ears. It's Eilonwy and Gurgi! Guess they got tired of being left behind. quote:Before Eilonwy could finish, Ellidyr gave a shout of warning. A horse and rider plunged into the grove. It was Fflewddur. Behind him galloped Doli's shaggy pony. Breathless, and with his yellow hair pointing in all directions, the bard flung himself from the steed and ran to Adaon. Well, the plan has gone awry, despite the sneaking contingent's best efforts. But it seems they haven't left Annuvin entirely unnoticed.
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Chapter 5: The Huntsmen of Annuvinquote:THE PACK HORSES SHRIEKED in terror. Melynlas reared, as arrows rattled among the branches. Fflewddur, sword in hand, spun his mount and plunged against the attackers. Who's stronger, one invisible dwarf or ten magic-bonded jerks? quote:Adaon took this moment to plunge forward. He seized Gurgi and hoisted him to Lluagor's back. "Follow me!" Adaon shouted. Our party has managed to escape for now - but while Ellidyr remains a jerk, at least he's still firmly on the side of the good guys. quote:They set out once again, moving deeper into the forest, as rapidly as their strength allowed. The day had turned heavy with dampness and chill. The sun was feeble, wrapped in ragged gray clouds. Their progress slowed in the tangle of underbrush and the wet leaves mired the struggling animals. Doli, who had been bent over his saddle, straightened abruptly. He looked sharply around him. Whatever he saw caused him to be strangely elated. Another Fair Folk encounter! Though, if we can believe Doli, whoever's here is not doing a very good job of 'it', whatever 'it' is.
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# ? Jul 5, 2023 16:24 |
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Ellidyr posted:It is a small debt. You value it more than I do. Holy poo poo
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# ? Jul 5, 2023 19:46 |
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As stupid as it is, I can’t shake the image of the heroes solving the puzzle of the Huntsmen by treating them like Monty Python’s Black Knight.
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Should have shot arrows into their knees.
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Chapter 6 - Gwystylquote:DOLI HURRIEDLY PUSHED Eilonwy aside and ducked his head back into the tree trunk. He began shouting again, but the dead wood so muffled the sound that Taran could distinguish nothing of the conversation, which consisted mainly of long outbursts from the dwarf followed by brief and reluctant answers. At length Doli straightened up and beckoned the others to follow. He set off at a great rate directly across the woodland, and after little more than a hundred paces, he jumped down a jutting bank. Taran, leading the dwarfs pony as well as Melynlas, hastened to join him. Adaon, Ellidyr, and the bard turned their mounts rapidly and were soon behind them. The bank was so steeply inclined and overgrown that the horses could barely keep their footing. They stepped delicately among the brambles and exposed rocks. Islimach tossed her mane and whinnied nervously. The bard's mount came near to falling onto her haunches, and even Melynlas snorted a protest against the difficult slope. By the time Taran reached a shelf of level ground, Doli had run to the protected face of the embankment and was fuming impatiently before a huge tangle of thorn bushes. To Taran's amazement the brambles began to shudder as though being pushed from inside; then, with much scraping and snapping of twigs, the whole mass opened a crack. We meet Gwystyl! Like his fellow Fair Folk, he's a complainer; but rather than the angry complaining of the dwarves, he seems to be more of the woe-is-me sort. Maybe it's species related? quote:Choking and sighing to himself, Gwystyl then led the companions through a damp smelling passageway. On one side, Taran noticed, an alcove had been hollowed out; it was filled with roots, lichens, and mushrooms--- the food stock, he guessed, of the melancholy inhabitant. Water dripped from the dirt roof or ran in rivulets down the wall. An odor of loam and dead leaves hung in the corridor. Farther on, the passage opened into a round chamber. Here, a small fire of sod flickered on a tiny, ash-laden hearth, and gave out frequent puffs of sharp, nose-tingling smoke. A disorderly pallet of straw lay nearby. There was a broken table, two stools; and a vast number of bunches of herbs hung against the wall drying. Some attempt had been made to smooth the sides of the wall itself, but here and there the twisting fingers of roots poked through. Though the chamber was intensely hot and stuffy, Gwystyl shuddered and pulled his robe closer about his shoulders. And a much more pleasurable companion, Kaw! quote:"Kaw!" exclaimed Fflewddur, who had been watching with interest. "Excellent! How clever! I should never have thought of giving it a name like that." He nodded in pleasure and approval. While Taran smoothed the feathers of the delighted crow, Adaon set about examining Ellidyr's wound. From a small wallet at his belt, he drew out a handful of dried herbs, which he ground into a powder. He...knows?
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# ? Jul 8, 2023 13:03 |
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Gwystyl along with Smoit is another series-long MVP character that this book introduces. I can't remember where exactly I read it, but according to legend, Lloyd Alexander asked his wife once who out of all the characters in the whole series did she think he was like the most and without hesitation she said Gwystyl, and after being taken aback initially he conceded that she was in fact right, unfortunately.
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Chapter 7: Kawquote:TARAN STOPPED SHORT. "You know that?" he asked in surprise. "Then why didn't you..." Too bad. quote:The crow, who had been watching all this activity, turned a beady glance on his owner and flapped his wings with such vigor that Gurgi roused himself in alarm. A spooky marsh, you say? Well, wouldn't be an adventure series without one. quote:"You should pay attention to Doli," interrupted Eilonwy, turning impatiently to Taran. "I don't see how you can even think about getting the cauldron away from whoever has it--- and not even knowing whatever has it. Besides," Eilonwy went on, "Gwydion ordered us to meet him at Caer Cadarn, and if my memory hasn't got holes in it from all the nonsense I've been hearing, he didn't say a word about going off in the opposite direction." Off to the Marshes of Morva we go! Adaon seems to know more than he's letting on, too - though whether that is in Taran's favor remains to be seen.
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Wahad posted:Chapter 7: Kaw Wow, Ellidyr is such a dick. "Go and warm your courage by the fire". It's not even that he needs to go and be a hero, Taran has the same problem there, it's that he needs to put down his erstwhile comrades while he does it.
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Genghis Cohen posted:Wow, Ellidyr is such a dick. "Go and warm your courage by the fire". It's not even that he needs to go and be a hero, Taran has the same problem there, it's that he needs to put down his erstwhile comrades while he does it. Taran is terminally heroic, but he wants to make sure that everyone in the party succeeds along with him. Ellidyr is also terminally heroic, but only if he gets to be the hero alone, gently caress everyone else.
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# ? Jul 12, 2023 21:33 |
The two kinds of Cosmic Encounter players.
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# ? Jul 12, 2023 23:45 |
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Chapter 8: A Stone in the Shoequote:OUTSIDE THE WAY POST, night had already fallen; the sky was clear once more, but the chill had deepened. Adaon and Fflewddur held a hurried council on which path to follow, and agreed the company should ride westward until dawn, conceal themselves and sleep, then turn due south. As before, Eilonwy shared Melynlas with Taran, and Gurgi clung to the back of Lluagor. Fflewddur had offered to lead the way, claiming he had never been lost and could find the Marshes with his eyes shut; after two harp strings had snapped, he reconsidered and gave up his position to Adaon. Doli, still muttering angrily about his buzzing ears, rode last, as rear guard, although he flatly refused to make himself invisible no matter what the circumstances. Ellidyr had spoken to no one since leaving the melancholy Gwystyl, and Taran had seen the cold rage in his eyes after the companions' decision to press on to the Marshes of Morva. Ellidyr remains a jerk, despite Taran's best efforts to extend an olive branch. Adaon remains a cryptic dreamer. But at least they have a rest, now. quote:The sun was high when he opened his eyes. He sat up with a start, realizing his turn at guard had almost passed. Around him, the companions still slept. Uh oh.
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# ? Jul 15, 2023 14:46 |
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Chapter 9: The Broochquote:FFLEWDDUR'S HORSE REARED as the Huntsmen turned their attack against him. The death of one of their band had roused the enemy to even greater violence and frenzy. Farewell. quote:WHEN THEIR GRIEF ABATED a little, the companions hollowed out a grave, lining it with flat stones. Wrapping him in his cloak, they lowered Adaon into the earth and laid the turf gently over him, while Lluagor whinnied plaintively and pawed the dry ground. Then they raised a mound of boulders. In a sheltered corner of the glade, Eilonwy found handfuls of small flowers still untouched by the frost. These she scattered on the grave, where they fell among the crevices and seemed to spring from the rocks themselves. They remained there silently until nightfall, without a sign of Fflewddur or Doli. So we've lost a dreamer, but it turns out his clasp is still a guiding sign - if you learn how to interpret dreams and sudden knowledge you didn't knew you had, of course.
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# ? Jul 19, 2023 17:53 |
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All consistently high quality stuff, as Taran continues to very slowly and painfully learn wisdom. I do think the danger and adventure as mere set dressing are pretty evident in that passage though. These fantastically bad, dangerous Huntsmen ambush our heroes, attack them, wound the most dangerous one, and then simply exit stage left, vainly pursuing some of them. The remaining heroes bimble off for some more dialogue and wild camping.
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# ? Jul 19, 2023 21:16 |
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Genghis Cohen posted:All consistently high quality stuff, as Taran continues to very slowly and painfully learn wisdom. I do think the danger and adventure as mere set dressing are pretty evident in that passage though. These fantastically bad, dangerous Huntsmen ambush our heroes, attack them, wound the most dangerous one, and then simply exit stage left, vainly pursuing some of them. The remaining heroes bimble off for some more dialogue and wild camping. That is perhaps one of the valid criticisms you can lobby against most of the books is that, due to the age range of their prospective readers, a lot of the dangers the characters face in them lack teeth. At least until a certain point in Book 4, Book 5 definitely. Still Adaon's dead now, so they're not loving around THAT much...
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# ? Jul 19, 2023 21:25 |
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nine-gear crow posted:That is perhaps one of the valid criticisms you can lobby against most of the books is that, due to the age range of their prospective readers, a lot of the dangers the characters face in them lack teeth. At least until a certain point in Book 4, Book 5 definitely. Yeah, for a guy who was only introduced and existed for 8 or so chapters, his death was remarkably moving. Granted, in retrospective adulthood I have to admit he was sending up death signals pretty hard; if nothing else I can't see Taran doing any growing up when he's got a wise adult to consult.
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# ? Jul 21, 2023 00:36 |
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MadDogMike posted:Yeah, for a guy who was only introduced and existed for 8 or so chapters, his death was remarkably moving. Granted, in retrospective adulthood I have to admit he was sending up death signals pretty hard; if nothing else I can't see Taran doing any growing up when he's got a wise adult to consult. I always got the impression that Adaon was around the same age as Taran and the rest, maybe a little older like 17 or 18 to Taran and Eilonwy's 15, just a really well put together 17 year old thanks to his magic brooch powers. Flwedder's kind of the odd one out being this weirdo 20 or 30 something dude hanging around with a bunch of teenagers all the time, but he's basically as close as the group gets to adult supervision whenever Gwydion's not around.
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# ? Jul 21, 2023 00:51 |
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MadDogMike posted:Yeah, for a guy who was only introduced and existed for 8 or so chapters, his death was remarkably moving. What I found weird is that he didn’t tell anyone a last message to his fiancée. With him knowing what was coming, seems a bit rude of him.
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# ? Jul 21, 2023 05:50 |
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Comstar posted:What I found weird is that he didn’t tell anyone a last message to his fiancée. Probably left a letter with his manservant or chief of staff or something. "If I don't make it back" type of thing. Better than trusting a rando to deliver one gasped-out sentence.
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Chapter 10: The Marshes of Morva.quote:FROM THE MOMENT the marsh bird appeared, Taran led the companions swiftly, following without hesitation a path which now seemed clear. He felt the powerful muscles of Melynlas moving beneath him, and guided the steed with unaccustomed skill. The stallion responded to this new touch on the reins with mighty bursts of speed, so much so that Lluagor could barely keep pace. Fflewddur shouted for Taran to halt a bit and let them all catch their breath. Gurgi, looking like a windblown haystack, gratefully clambered down, and even Eilonwy gave a sigh of relief. The secret of the clasp revealed! Well, sort of. quote:Taran, who had been thoughtfully fingering the clasp, stopped and looked about him uneasily. "Hurry," he said, "we must leave here at once." And the dreams go on. If we're to believe them to be portents of things to come - as we did with Adaon - this book won't have a happy ending, friends. quote:Shortly after midday they reached the Marshes of Morva. Taran had sensed them long before, as the ground had begun to turn spongy and treacherous under the hooves of Melynlas. He had seen more marsh birds and had heard, far in the distance, the weird and lonely voice of a loon. Ropes of fog, twisting and creeping like white serpents, had begun to rise from the reeking ground. Now the companions halted, and stood in silence at a narrow neck of the swamp. From there, the Marshes of Morva stretched westward to the horizon. Here, huge growths of thorny furze rose up. At the far side, Taran distinguished meager clumps of wasted trees. Under the gray sky, pools of stagnant water flickered among dead grasses and broken reeds. A scent of ancient decay choked his nostrils. A ceaseless thrumming and groaning trembled in the air. Gurgi's eyes were round with terror, and the bard shifted uneasily on Lluagor. I don't think I'd like that very much at all!
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# ? Jul 22, 2023 18:25 |
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nine-gear crow posted:I always got the impression that Adaon was around the same age as Taran and the rest, maybe a little older like 17 or 18 to Taran and Eilonwy's 15, just a really well put together 17 year old thanks to his magic brooch powers. Flwedder's kind of the odd one out being this weirdo 20 or 30 something dude hanging around with a bunch of teenagers all the time, but he's basically as close as the group gets to adult supervision whenever Gwydion's not around. This is one of the other things that I can no longer suspend my disbelief around as an adult, looking back at books for kids. There's always some reason the adolescent protagonist(s) have a critical role to play and can make big decisions. Whereas in real life almost any adult present would seize control of the situation - it's completely unreasonable the Fllewddur, who seems to be an eccentric but relatively competent chap, would just let the goodhearted but inexperienced pigkeeper make the decisions. Age and experience do matter, although I fully see the point of teaching young readers to believe in themselves and imagine they could be the hero given the chance. nine-gear crow posted:That is perhaps one of the valid criticisms you can lobby against most of the books is that, due to the age range of their prospective readers, a lot of the dangers the characters face in them lack teeth. At least until a certain point in Book 4, Book 5 definitely. Yeah there's a couple more personal confrontations Taran has in Book 4 that I remember being much more personal, and of course Book 5 has a darker tone.
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Chapter 11: The Cottagequote:TARAN SPUN AROUND and raised his sword. Suddenly in his hand writhed a cold serpent, hissing and twisting to strike. With a cry of horror he flung it away. The serpent fell to the ground, and there, in its place, lay Taran's blade. Eilonwy stifled a scream. Taran drew back fearfully. Facing him was a short and rather plump little woman with a round, lumpy face and a pair of very sharp black eyes. Her hair hung like a clump of discolored marsh weeds, bound with vines and ornamented with bejeweled pins that seemed about to lose themselves in the hopeless tangle. She wore a dark, shapeless, ungirt robe covered with patches and stains. Her feet were bare and exceptionally large. The companions drew closer together. Gurgi, trembling violently, crouched behind Taran. The bard, looking pale and uneasy, nevertheless prepared to stand his ground. Our troop has found some of my favorite characters in this entire series. Orddu, Orwen, and Orgoch are amazing, even if they have a terrible inclination to turn people into toads. quote:The bard's face was filled with alarm. "Much good it may do us," he said. "By the time they're through, I don't think we're going to care about the cauldron or anything else. I've never danced in a dew circle," he continued under his breath. "In different circumstances I might enjoy it. But not now," he added with a shudder. Little Dallben?
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# ? Jul 26, 2023 17:54 |
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That’s a good chapter. Are the witches references to something? I really like the idea of the rotating identities.
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# ? Jul 27, 2023 20:20 |
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The idea of three witches/wisewomen or even a triple goddess is nothing new. The Norns, the Three Witches of MacBeth, The Greek Fates, etc. I don't know if the rotating identities has a particular basis in folklore though, but agreed that it is really cool.
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# ? Jul 27, 2023 20:35 |
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Yeah it’s the rotating identities that I was curious about - I remember that Piers Anthony had the three fates who would go in sequence, so whoever was Atropos would die, Lachesis would step up and become Atropos, Clotho would similarly step up and be Lachesis, and some poor soul would become Clotho to fill the gap, but that’s not the constant rotation that we see here and also nobody should read Piers Anthony if they can avoid it.
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# ? Jul 27, 2023 20:41 |
I remember adoring some of that series, back when I had even less taste than I do now, and yeah I recall that rotation thing, though there was a similar time loop one for Chronos as well.
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Chapter 12: Little Dallbenquote:TARAN'S JAW DROPPED. Before he could answer, the enchantresses had crowded around the companions and were leading them to the cottage. In wonder, he turned to Fflewddur, who looked less pale now that Orddu had stopped speaking of toads. Well, I suppose a potion of wisdom is as good a wizard origin as any. Doesn't quite have the same vibe to it as years of study, but we'll let it slide. quote:"Then I beg you to help us carry out his wishes and the wishes of Gwydion Prince of Don," Taran went on. He explained what had taken place at the council, what they had learned at Dark Gate and from Gwystyl. He spoke of the urgency of bringing the cauldron to Caer Dallben, and asked, too, whether the enchantresses had seen Ellidyr. Well, the gang tried. So much for recovering the black cauldron.
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# ? Jul 29, 2023 20:39 |
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Wahad posted:Chapter 12: Little Dallben The short story that deals with Dallben's childhood with the witches is equal parts hilarious and heartbreaking.
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# ? Jul 29, 2023 21:45 |
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I'll be honest, I can't exactly remember how the story moves on from this bit. But in a sense the heroes can go back now and report success - the cauldron is beyond Arawn's grasp, with powers which I really don't think he could recover it from again. That's not what happens, but I'm damned if I can recall why or how.
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# ? Jul 29, 2023 21:45 |
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Alexander is cribbing a bit from the story of Finn McCool and the Salmon of Wisdom here. (Although in some versions of the story I've seen, Finn still has to stick his thumb in his mouth to access the wisdom he gained from the fish.)
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# ? Jul 29, 2023 21:51 |
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Sticking a thumb scalded with drops of wisdom potion into his mouth to cool it is also part of the legendary biography of the real-world figure Taliesin in The Tale of Taliesin (pre-dated by the Book of Taliesin).
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Wahad posted:"You said his crow told you, my lamb," interrupted Orddu. "Don't believe everything you hear from a crow." I'm always saying this. It's not that crows aren't smart, they're just prone to exaggeration. You'd think an assistant pig-keeper would know that, but so it goes.
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# ? Jul 30, 2023 02:38 |