#kurald galain

[apollo-cackling]

spoilers memories of ice:

wait so does this make Paran an Ascendant??

and so is Anomander Rake's goal to gather enough souls to seal the wound in Kurald Galain so they can return? or?

#my rambles #apollo reads malazan

[belialhaematemesis]

Random Lore Fragment of the Day no. 17 (RLFOTD #17)

The Tiste Andii were a non-human Elder Race. They were the Children of Darkness. The first of Mother Dark's children, they were her dearest, the dwellers of the land before light. They were sometimes referred to as the Souls of Starless Night. The Tiste Andii were immortal, and their actions could be difficult for mortals to comprehend. The leader and Archmage of the Tiste Andii was Anomander Rake, who ruled by strength of personality.

Before the coming of light, the Tiste Andii lived alone in Kurald Galain. The city of Kharkanas was their first city. The Tiste Andii worshipped Mother Dark. After Mother Dark turned away, the Tiste Andii fell into turmoil, leaving Kharkanas and wandering from place to place, following Anomander Rake as their Lord.

#tiste andii #anomander rake #malazan #book of the fallen #archmage #rake #children of darkness #mother dark #souls of starless night #kurald galain #kharkanas #moon's spawn #dragnipur #fantasy #novel #steven erikson #malazan book of the fallen #RLFOTD

[beatsforbrothels]

Iceberg Theory & August Fanon - Kurald Galain (Breath of Chaos)

#iceberg theory #august fanon #kurald galain #breath of chaos #DIANETIC MATERIALISM

[malazansapper]

One outcome.

After all, Dragnipur had never offered salvation. Iron forged to bind, a hundred thousand chains hammered into the blade, layers upon layers entwined, folded, wrapped like rope. Draconus, surrounded in the molten fires of Burn’s heart, drawing forth chains of every metal that existed, drawing them out link by glowing link. Twisted ropes of metal on the anvil, and down came the hammer. The one hammer, the only tool that could forge such a weapon - and he remembered its vast weight, the scalding grip that lacerated his alien hand.

Even in her dreaming, Burn had been most displeased.

Chains upon chains. Chains to bind. Bind Darkness itself, transforming the ancient forest through which it had wandered, twisting that blackwood into a wagon, into huge, tottering wheels, into a bed that formed a horizontal door - like the entrance to a barrow - above the portal. Blackwood, to hold and contain the soul of Kurald Galain.

He remembered. Sparks in countless hues skipping away like shattered rainbows. The deafening ringing of the hammer and the way the anvil trembled to every blow. The waves of heat flashing against his face. The bitter taste of raw ore, the stench of sulphur. Chains! Chains and chains, pounded down into glowing impressions upon the blade, quenched and honed and into Burn’s white heart and then - it begins again. And again.

Chains! Chains to bind!

Bind the Fallen!

And now, unbelievably, impossibly, Draconus had felt that first splintering. Chains had broken.

So it ends. I did not think, I did not imagine -

He had witnessed his Bound companions falling away, failing. He had seen the chaos descend upon each one, eating through flesh with actinic zeal, until shackles fell to the ground - until the iron bands held nothing.  Nothing left.

I never meant - I never wanted such an end - to any of you, of us.

No, I was far too cruel to ever imagine an end. An escape.

Yet now, witness these thoughts of mine. Now, I would see you all live on, yes, in these chains, but not out of cruelty. Ah, no, not that. Abyss take me, I would see you live out of mercy.

Perhaps he wept now. Or these scalding tears announced the crushing end of hysterical laughter. No matter. They were all being eaten alive. We are all being eaten alive.

And Dragnipur had begun to come apart.

When the chaos disintegrated the wagon, destroyed the door, and took hold of the Gate, the sword would shatter and chaos would be freed of this oh-so-clever trap, and Draconus’s brilliant lure - his eternal snare eternally leading chaos on and away from everything else - would have failed. He could not contemplate what would happen then, to the countless succession of realms and worlds, and of course he would not be there to witness the aftermath in any case. But he knew that, in his last thoughts, he would feel nothing but unbearable guilt.

So, chaos, at least unto one victim, what you deliver is indeed mercy.

Toll the Hounds by Steven Erikson

#mine #2020 #fall #malazan #toll the hounds #steven erikson #draconus #dragnipur

[pansen1802]

my personal design of Anomander Rake. I simply love his eyes. and his smiles. 

and I don’t think armor is needed. In the first book Garden of Moon, I can only find words about his clothes and boots. A character as powerful as Rake...if Kurald Galain can’t protect him, I don’t think armor could do. 

But i haven’t finish Memories of Ice yet...God they even don’t have Chinese translation, i am struggling on the original english version...

#malazan book of the fallen #malazan #anomander rake

[writersalley]

#Repost @marktimmony with @make_repost ・・・ "Savaged by the K'Chain Nah'Ruk, the Bonehunters march for Kolanse, where waits an unknown fate. Tormented by questions, the army totters on the edge of mutiny, but Adjunct Tavore will not relent. One final act remains, if it is in her power, if she can hold her army together, if the shaky allegiances she has forged can survive all that is to come. A woman with no gifts of magic, deemed plain, unprepossessing, displaying nothing to instill loyalty or confidence, Tavore Paran of House Paran means to challenge the gods - if her own troops don't kill her first. Awaiting Tavore and her allies are the Forkrul Assail, the final arbiters of humanity. Drawing upon an alien power terrible in its magnitude, they seek to cleanse the world, to annihilate every human, every civilization, in order to begin anew. They welcome the coming conflagration of slaughter, for it shall be of their own devising, and it pleases them to know that, in the midst of the enemies gathering against them, there shall be betrayal. In the realm of Kurald Galain, home to the long lost city of Kharkanas, a mass of refugees stand upon the First Shore. Commanded by Yedan Derryg, the Watch, they await the breaching of Lightfall, and the coming of the Tiste Liosan. This is a war they cannot win, and they will die in the name of an empty city and a queen with no subjects. Elsewhere, the three Elder Gods, Kilmandaros, Errastas and Sechul Lath, work to shatter the chains binding Korabas, the Otataral Dragon, from her eternal prison. Once freed, she will rise as a force of devastation, and against her no mortal can stand. At the Gates of Starvald Demelain, the Azath House sealing the portal is dying. Soon will come the Eleint, and once more, there will be dragons in the world." The final book in the epic Malazan Book of the fallen sequence. Have you read this one? What did you think? #fantasyfiction #epicfantasy #readerslife #amwritingfantasy #bookster #mybookfeatures #fantasybooks #beautifulbooks #readersofig #booksilove #lovetoread #bookobsessed #bookcommunity #booksbooksbooks #instareads #bookdragon #bookphoto #bookaesthetic #bookgeek #stevenerikson #malaza https://www.instagram.com/p/B4w4dSWl-Gl/?igshid=1bq0f2tby4k69

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[joyfullynervousstrawberry]

Forge of Darkness (The Kharkanas Trilogy, #1) - Now is the time to tell the story of an ancient realm, a tragic tale that sets the stage for all the tales yet to come and all those already told...It's a conflicted time in Kurald Galain, the realm of Darkness, where Mother Dark reigns. But this ancient land was once home to many a power. and even death is not quite eternal. The commoners' great hero,

#Books #GoodReads

[elan-morin-tedronai]

Dear Yuletide Author

Hi there! Happy Yuletide and thank you for writing for me! :D

AO3 name: Tedronai

General likes & dislikes:

Likes: epic friendships, angst, hurt/comfort (physical or emotional works), complicated dynamics between unlikely allies, politics & court intrigue, complicated relationships (romantic or otherwise), aro & ace characters, aro & ace characters navigating sexual & romantic relationships, themes of loyalty and betrayal, Vegeta arcs.

Dislikes: plotless porn, plotless fluff, domestic fluff, crack humour, A/B/O dynamics, most mundane AUs for fantasy/sci-fi fandoms (high school coffee shop, etc), redemption = death trope, mpreg (of the cis male variety), pregnancy or kid fic in general.

I have no triggers nor any serious squicks so you can do basically anything you feel the story requires!

Fandom #1: Wheel of Time Character(s) requested: Logain Ablar, Mazrim Taim

I’ve received amazing Taim/Logain fics in previous years, and here I am again, angling for more. I ship them like FedEx, but you don’t have to; I’ll be just as happy with a non-shippy take on their relationship.

As before, I’d love basically anything about Taim & Logain’s time in the Black Tower; shippy or not, their dynamic is bound to be extremely interesting. There’s no way it was hate at first sight. Taim could have easily got rid of Logain before he had a chance to gain followers if that had been the case; “Logain who? Yeah he never showed up, must have got lost on the way down.”

Whether or not Taim was already a Darkfriend when he showed up in the beginning on LoC is open to interpretation; we may have Word of God on what RJ’s intention was, but it never made it into the books so it’s apocryphal at best. Go either way, though; either has the potential for a great story!

Some more specific things I’d love, if you need ideas... Anything about the daily life in the Black Tower; Taim and Logain’s first encounter; or you know, their first hook-up; (as a sidenote, I know I listed plotless porn in my dislikes, but if you want to do that with these, go for it~); if you’re into AUs, anything that leaves Taim alive at the end of AMoL is totally mu jam; AUs in which he either doesn’t turn to the Dark Side or comes back...

But like I said, I’ll take most anything with these!

Fandon #2: Malazan Book of the Fallen Character(s) requested: Silchas Ruin

Again I’ll take literally anything with him. If you’ve read Forge of Darkness and Fall of Light… Something with his brothers before everything went to shit for the Tiste? What he got up to during the Forulkan war? Anything about his friendship with Scara and/or Tulas? I’m especially curious about how Tulas saved his life, just saying.

If you haven’t read the Kharkanas books, that’s not a problem either! I’d love to have a look into his life post-TCG in the reclaimed Kharkanas, how he balances the history and the future there, having lost his brothers and his best friend (again) but having gained a nephew who’s now trying to lead the Tiste Andii. Or anything like a missing scene from the travels with Seren & co, or hell, if the inspiration strikes, even a look at what it’s like to be buried under the Azath.

Or… if you happen to be familiar with any of my other requested fandoms and feel like doing a crossover, I would not be opposed to having Silchas thrown into one of their worlds. World hopping is a thing in the Malazan canon, after all, and maybe Silchas decided to leave Kurald Galain once he saw that Nimander has things under control in Kharkanas.

Fandom #3: Final Fantasy XIV Character(s) requested: Livia sas Junius, Gaius van Baelsar

First of all, if you got this from offering “any characters” for FFXIV, I am so sorry. Secondly… thank you. I felt that this relationship deserved to be more than Livia being given the psycho girlfriend treatment. (Especially now as her sister is getting to be an actual character.)

I have some headcanons regarding these two, obviously, but honestly I’ll be happy with almost anything. I do require that their relationship is consensual and Livia has agency. I’m (obviously) not squicked by the fictional pseudo-incest aspect of it, but regardless I prefer to think that Gaius was never exactly a father figure to her despite having been her guardian after her parents died.

My headcanon is that they didn’t become lovers until shortly before the Calamity; Gaius was under a lot of stress and Livia would have been more than willing to help him relieve some of that stress. I also think that she was in love with him but he didn’t return the feeling; he may have been fond of her, and definitely respected her abilities as a soldier/officer, but he didn’t love her the way she loved him.

Or if you’d rather avoid touching the shippy aspect of these characters, I’d be delighted with anything more focused on the Eorzean campaign, add Nero or Rhitahtyn as needed, or any others for that matter, or just life for the XIVth Legion while they’re occupying Ala Mhigo. Anything at all.

Fandom #4: Kushiel’s Legacy Character(s) requested: Lucius Tadius da Lucca, Imriel de la Courcel

Welcome to my world of bitterness over the end of Scion and Lucius’ story arc. Literally all I want is for Lucius to be happy and not end up tied to a loveless duty marriage in a series where everyone else gets to love as they will.

So. As you can probably guess by now, I’m forever on a quest for fic in which Lucius comes to Terre d’Ange, either with Imri at the end of Scion or later, it doesn’t matter. I know he actually did come to Imriel’s wedding, but we get barely a line mentioning that. I don’t care if you ship Lucius and Imri or not; there are plenty of other options that will be equally satisfying. (Like Mavros, if you want to go that route, but I’m not adding him as an official request so you have the freedom not to, if you have other preferences. I’ll take honestly anything that ends with Lucius being happy. Also note that ‘happy’ doesn’t have to equal ‘in a romantic relationship’. It certainly can, but it doesn’t have to.)

#yuletide #dear yuletide author #yuletide 2017

[corporal-nobbs]

Dorssan Ryl

The river in Kurald Galain

#malazan #kurald galain #dorssan ryl #my art

[beakofcandles]

Kharkanas & The Tiste

Okay but guys. Kurald Galain used to have all the Tiste as one people, with sunlight and moonlight and stars and everything.

Then they split up into the Tiste Andii (they were the first to split. At least namewise), the Tiste Edur and the Tiste Liosan. During the civil war.

Right.

But there's a description of Anomander Rake in Forge of Darkness, and he has a "sun-burnished face, the colour of pale gold". Pale gold. As opposed to the black skin and white hair we know him with in the Malazan BotF series.

Silchas Ruin is still the same: white skin, red eyes.. Well, he probably looks a damn sight better than he does when he crawls out of the Azath grounds in Letheras, but still.

Andarist, I couldn't tell you if I wanted to, because there's barely any description of Andarist. Like, ever. *sigh*

But anyways, my point is, you would have no idea who ended up as which Tiste sect until the civil war actually happened. Which explains why the Road to Kharkanas (also dubbed the Road of Gallan) is claimed by the Tiste Liosan (as we see when Yan Tovis and Yedan Derrigg lead the Shake back there..), even though pretty much everything else in that world is pure darkness (from when Mother Dark ascended the throne and started drawing in the Darkness and getting rid of all the light and ending up with her followers who took on the name of Andii - Children of Darkness).

Honestly, no, my point is all over the place. But still. This.

#kharkanas #malazan #kurald galain #tiste #tiste andii #tiste liosan #tiste edur #anomander rake #silchas ruin #andarist

[malazansapper]

‘Did I have a choice?’ Anomander Rake asked, gaze still on the distant tumult.

‘My Lord?’

‘Kharkanas. Did you agree with her . . . assessment? Endest Silann? Did I not see true what was to come? Before Light’s arrival, we were in a civil war. Vulnerable to the forces soon to be born. Without the blood of Tiamatha, I could never have enforced . . . peace. Unification.’

‘Sire,’ said Endest Silann, then found he could not go on.

Rake seemed to understand, for he sighed and said, ‘Yes, a most dubious peace. For so many, the peace of death. As for unification, well, that proved woefully shortlived, did it not? Still, I wonder, if I had succeeded - truly succeeded - would that have changed her mind?’

‘My Lord - something is happening.’

‘Yes.’

‘What must we do?’

‘Ah, my friend, you are right to ask that. Never mind the High Priestess and her answer - always the same one with her, yes? Who cries the war cry of Kurald Galain? Let us seek the answer between her legs. Even that can grow tiresome, eventually. Although do not repeat my words to Spinnock Durav - I would not disaffect his occasional pleasure.’

Endest Silann wanted to shriek, wanted to lunge against his Lord, grasp him by the neck, and force out - force out what? He did not know. The Son of Darkness was, to his mind, the smartest creature - mortal, immortal, it mattered not - that he had ever met. His thoughts travelled a thousand tracks simultaneously, and no conversation with him could be predicted, no path deemed certain.

‘I cannot give answer this time,’ Anomander Rake then said. ‘Nor, I am afraid, can Spinnock. He will be needed . . . elsewhere.’ And now his head turned, and his eyes fixed upon Endest Silann. ‘It must fall to you, again. Once more.’

Endest felt his soul recoil in horror, shrink back into whatever cave it had clawed out for itself somewhere down in the mined-out pit of his heart. ‘Sire, I cannot.’

Anomander seemed to consider that for a time, ten thousand tracks danced across, on to something new that triggered faint surprise on his features. And he smiled. ‘I understand. I will not ask again, then.’

‘Then . . . then what - who? Sire - I do not -’

The wryness of Anomander Rake’s tone jarred terribly with his words, ‘Reborn into fury, oh, would that I could see that.’ Then his voice grew sober. ‘You were right - you cannot stand in my stead. Do not intercede in any way, Endest Silann. Do not set yourself between two forces, neither of which you can withstand. You may well feel the need, but defy it with all your will. You must not be lost.’

‘Sire, I do not understand.’

But Anomander Rake raised one hand.

And yes, the emanation was gone. Darkness was silent once more. Whatever had come into their world had vanished.

Endest found he was trembling. ‘Will - will it return, my Lord?’

The Son of Darkness studied him with strangely veiled eyes, then rose and walked over to the window. ‘Look, the seas grow calm once more. A most worthy lesson, I think. Nothing lasts for ever. Not violence, not peace. Not sorrow, old friend, nor rage. Look well upon this black sea, Endest Silann, in the nights ahead. To calm your fears. To offer you guidance.’

And just like that, he knew he was dismissed.

Toll the Hounds by Steven Erikson

#mine #2020 #fall #malazan #toll the hounds #steven erikson #anomander rake #endest silann