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The Thousandfold Thought was sound strategy. posted 22 Feb 2006, 07:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThousand fold thought ultimately flawed? by Cu Roi, Candidate

I would have to say that the TTT is not, in fact flawed. If it is simply the method(s) through which one would master and unite the powers of the Three Seas, then it worked. If in fact Moenghus did come to the conclusions Khellus did regarding the ultimate position the Dunyain would take concerning the sealing of the world. He would still have needed to unite the the forces of humanity in order to lead them to the slaughter. Also, if the Inchoroi were still veiwed as a threat to the Dunyain and the pursuit of the Absolute, a Second Apocalypse would be an ideal vehicle to seal the world while weakening/destroying the Consult/Inchoroi. Khellus is opposed to the sealing of the world, yet still used The Thousandfold Thought to unite humanity in order to stop the Inchoroi's attempts to foil their own damnation. As a strategy the Thousandfold Thought has proven itself sound. At least it seems that way at the end of the novel since Khellus has been crowned the Aspect-Emperor. He rules all of humanity, and can do as he wills, whatever his ends. That's how I have apprehended the situation at least. view post


Moenghus didn't raise no fool... posted 22 Feb 2006, 08:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThe Meeting between Kellhus & Moenghus? by Cu Roi, Candidate

Throughout the end of TTT, Khellus recollects his journey beginning in Ishual & ending with his meeting with Moenghus. He reveals that with every step forward he collapses possibilites. This is important, I believe, in understanding how circumstance ensnared Moenghus. Moenghus left Ishual in much the same way as Khellus, knowing nothing of the outside world. He too found that men were as children to him. He too fell into captivity with the Scylvendi, the same tribe as a matter of fact. That is where their paths diverged. Moenghus scarred his arms with swazond in order to survive the journey through the steppes. The swazond kept him hidden among the Scylvendi, but would have been a death warrant in the Nansurium. So his only option was to travel away from the empire, into Fanim territory. Just like Khellus, he awed those around him and placed himself in a position to master all of the worlds most potent weapons: faith, war, & sorcery. He had no way of knowing that the sorcery he was commiting himself to, he would not be able to utilize effectively. So unable to master the world in the way he needed to fullfill the Thousandfold Thought. He devised a way to make another Dunyain available who could. The majesty of all of this is that Khellus's entire journey was orchestrated by Moenghus. Khellus realizes this. Every step he has taken has been on conditioned ground. The meeting is important because it is where Khellus actually takes control. Moenghus expected to find a kindred soul. Someone of like mind. Yet he didn't foresee the visions that would convince Khellus of the existence of divinity. That's why all of the scrutiny and calculation. Why he thinks Khellus mad. He didn't factor in the possibilty that the divine was real, and why would he, he has no proof that it exists. Just the way that Khellus was surprised by the existence of Sorcery way back in Darkness. Moenghus was only overthrown because he was denied variables. His knowledge was incomplete. Khellus had to kill him, clear him from the plate, in order to condition things according to his divergent purpose. At least I think... ;) view post


posted 22 Feb 2006, 10:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtWas Cnauir gay? by Cu Roi, Candidate

I realize this in a now ancient thread, but I wanted to say thankyou for pointing out the Achilles connection. I was about to scream. Many of the worlds conquerors, real and fictional, where bi-sexuals. It makes sense. Conquerors break through bounderies and impose their own will on others. They follow a trackless steppe. It's about control. Just like rape. I'm surprised no one mentioned Conphas and his tender night with Cnaiur. It's also interesting that machismo excludes interest in scholarly pursuits. Since Cnaiur is inherently a critical thinker I think he was set apart from the mainstream Scylvendi before Moenghus arrived. Moenghus simply used this initial distance to draw the child in. Set himself up as a mentor and father figure, seduced the child and used him to murder the child's father. How could he not be conflicted. Cnaiur is one of many great characters in this series. Incredibly complex and generally unfathomable because of his madness. The fact is he did have sex with men, women, & skin spies. He had no boundries except his desire. Which was a tempest. He was a rapist, and a murderer. He really was the most violent of men. I love him. view post


posted 22 Feb 2006, 11:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThe Dream that went wrong by Cu Roi, Candidate

Another parrallel between Achamian & Seswatha is evident at the end of TTT. Both became estranged from their Anasurimbor ruler/friend. This happened with Seswatha before the start of the 1st Apocolypse, and it's stated that the reconciliation came too late... It's also mentioned that a woman may have come between Seswatha and Celmomas in the glossary. Incredible parallels. view post


Soul, no Soul...I'm the one with the gun. posted 22 Feb 2006, 23:02 in Author Q & AA soulful question [WARNING: TTT Spoilers Inside] by Cu Roi, Candidate

What I've drawn from the narrative and the glossary so far is that as far as this planet is concerned, only the Nonmen & humans have souls. That's why the Inchoroi are trying to drive them to extinction in order to seal the world off from the Outside. Since the Nonmen were rendered sterile and unable to reproduce by the Womb-Plague, that part is pretty much taken care of. So if that's the case then I'd have to go along with you and say the Techne is unable to produce creatures with souls, barring the occasional abberation/stroke of luck. It would even be undesirable to do so since it would let the Outside in. Some clarity on this would be great, as long as you don't feel it's a too concrete an answer for the tone of the series...or if it deals with themes arising in the next books. Wet our appetite a bit, Scott. view post


posted 23 Feb 2006, 08:02 in Author Q & AA soulful question [WARNING: TTT Spoilers Inside] by Cu Roi, Candidate

Agreed unJon, I was specifically speaking of the races native to Earwa. At least those we've been lead to believe are native... I wonder what it takes for a creature to gain a soul, if such is possible. Wonder if it's like angels and wings. Although my next thought seems like it should be written elsewhere, it just occured to me. I wonder if reincarnation plays any kind of role in the universe. I seem to recall someone quoting that the existence of the No-God "interrupted the cycle of souls". I can't recall where, so it may be a figment of my fatigue. Time for sleep. view post


Reincaration? posted 23 Feb 2006, 08:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThe No-God by Cu Roi, Candidate

This thought occured to me while writing in another forum. I intended to sleep but wanted to be sure that I wasn't imagining things. Entropic_existence, where does it say that the coming of the No-God interrupted the great cycle of souls? A cycle would imply reincarnation. A theme not yet touched upon in PoN. Curious. view post


posted 25 Feb 2006, 04:02 in Author Q & ASpoilerful question about the trilogy's end by Cu Roi, Candidate

Yes the world of Earwa is gritty and ultimately harsh, yet to me that has been the whole point of the series. The first book in the trilogy is named after the unseen desires and cultural weight that drive men to action. Few in the world ever actually try to sit down and become self-aware. They never turn a critical eye towards what drives them. This creates the world we live in. Take a look outside your harried life and look at the world. It's not a serene place, filled with happy endings & justice, though there are moments. It may never be, entirely. This is the result of the darkness that comes before. It's no different in Earwa or on Earth. There are no "pure" characters in the PoN, simply because each character is rendered with the appetites that real people contain. As is stated in TTT, we are all at war with ourselves. Our desires are legion and compete against each other. Take Achamian, the most sympathetic character, he lets himself be sidetracked and distracted by his desire for a single woman, while the fate of his world teeters on the precipice. Cnaiur himself sees his murderous actions from a distance. He doesn't grasp his own behavior, though he endlessly tries to, where as most others trudge blindly ahead. Esmenet, though I'll be declared a mysogynist for this, she behaves as the majority of women would and I dare say do. Choosing safety, security, & power over love. Many people, not just women do. It may anger the romantics, myself among them, but it's true. It is precisely all of these unseen motivators that allow Khellus to manipulate. He can see and discern thier passions, and use them as handles to move them as he wishes. He may not be moral or likeable, but he is effective, and sees the bigger picture. He sees the threat to the world and moves down the shortest path to save it. For redemption to be possible later, survival now is the most important goal. He is the salt of rationality needed. At least he has been. We'll see how he fares in the future. All of this is wonderful, because it should shine a light on our world. Allow us the chance to think about what drives us. Give us the chance to carve away some of the barnacles we've inherented from the darkness. It should give us the impetus to see a little farther. All that, and it's just damn cool to boot! War Cants & Wracu & Heron Spears...how cool is all that!!! It's philosophy & intense social commentary ...wrapped in bacon. Tasty! view post


Sun Tzu liked to drill to point home...obviously. posted 25 Feb 2006, 10:02 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThousand fold thought ultimately flawed? by Cu Roi, Candidate

You have to keep in mind that Moenghus spent years collecting intelligence on the Consult, and consequently years meditating on that knowledge. Success, as he said, lay at the end of an incredibly narrow path. One only a fully trained Dunyain, invested with all the worldly power attainable, could hope to travel. Like he stated, while it was a longshot, inaction was the course that held absolute failure. I'm fairly sure the consequences of "civil" war were accounted for. The Thought's purpose was to unite the 3 seas. Unity is far more important than numbers. To quote Sun Tzu: "A united nation is strong. A divided nation is weak. A united army is strong. A divided army is weak. A united force is strong. A divided force is weak. United men are strong. Divided men are weak." Also:"Unity works because it enables you to win every battle you fight." Think of when Cnaiur describes the Scylvendi mode of war to Khellus. All that talk of heart, cohesion, and the "ligaments of war". It's such unity that made the Spartans such a potent force. The Holy War has honed the different forces and culled them. Achamian reflected that being broken was an incredibly transformative process. "Something new had arisen from the collective forge of thier suffering, something hard and something sharp." This military force Khellus is left with after taking Shimeh, is one of harden veterans. It is also very likely to be large even now. It will form the iron heart around which to train a force to oppose the Consult. If you notice in the glossary, the Inchoroi were soundly defeated when a focused resistance acted against them. The Apocalypse entry states several times that the nations of men squandered their opportunies to ally against the Consult. Reconciliation is always said to have come too late. I think the biggest threat to the world of men is now the rift between Achamian & Kellhus. It too closely resembles the relationship between Seswatha and Celmomas. Foreshadowing anyone? view post


posted 03 Mar 2006, 10:03 in The Thousandfold ThoughtSchools of the 3 seas by Cu Roi, Candidate

I believe that Serwe became pregnant before Kellhus ever had sex with her...even though she was convinced that the child was his. Hey, she was blonde. view post


RipTide posted 08 Mar 2006, 08:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

This is a VERY rough 1st draft. Don't be gentle though. This is important. I'll explain later. Also, I was inebriated when I wrote it, so i apologize in advance for spelling and grammar...excuses, excuses... --------------------------------------------------------------------- ThunderCLAP! Darkness. The tang of salt in his mouth. He stopped himself from trying to breathe. It would just drown him. The current pulled him. Moved him. He fought for several moments. Panicked. Heart racing. He stopped. Which way was up? He couldn't tell...No way to tell. Had his board hit him? He couldn't remember. Go limp. Let the ocean take you. Hold on. Relax. He would surface. Then he could swim. Swim where? To Shore! Which beach was he on? Where had he been? Nothing. Just pain. Above his right eye...and the back of his head... Near his left ear... Yes...the board must have hit him as he went under... Was someone else there? Had someone been next to him? The tide surged. God! The pressure! Focus. He let out a little air when it became to much. There. He could hold on. God it's dark! It hurts! When! How far out was he by now? It seemed hours...no...days had passed! The burning in his lungs! His skull...It crackled with fire! All he could taste was salt. Almost tasted like... HER! He MUST do this! STAY! FOR HER! He couldn't stand it any longer. He fought. Pulling against the grasp of the wine dark sea. He was so tired. He went the wrong way!!! Shift. Glide towards the current. Like a bird...or a dolphin. That's it. The trench had to end. When it did he could rise. His arms swept. Shoulders and back burned with acid. He must. FOR HER! How long? GOD! It tastes like...! He pulled until his arms gave out. Then kicked until he went numb. Too much. He held onto his breath. He didn't know how. It had been too long. It almost felt like he was breathing. Just a little. He could only move where the current pushed him now. He was losing. He was going to die. Calm came over him. He gave up. He had nothing left. His air left him. Her fell into Aegir's jaws. ********************************************************* Was there light? Could he see light? Someone grabbed him. She was there. Held him tight and pulled. Up. Light. He broke the surface. Ragged. Screaming breath. It hurt and soothed all at once. The cool blue of the surf cut a flowing line into the white sand. Green palms waved aboved, while rocks broke through the earth like jagged knuckles. Emerald mountains beyond rose to the sun. He could move. So he did. She helped him for a while. Closing the distance to the shore with every push of the tide. She let go of him when they were close to it. She spun in the water. Eyes flashing at him. He loved those eyes. She giggled from the throat in that way she did... She stood in the surf, and ran towards the beach. Naked body glistening. He never could make her wear a goddamned thing. When he pulled himself from the water, through the sand and fell on his towel he looked back. The water was so clear. Why had it been so dark? Her deep sigh drew his attention back to her. She handed him something cold to drink from the cooler. He washed away the salt from his throat. She stretched her long frame out next to his. She had no shame as she offered herself to the sun's warm caress. Her full breasts settled on her ribcage, and he admired her bronze figure. Her hip bones arching from her flat belly, and giving way to her endless legs. Those hips that had sheltered Her, once upon a time. Her belly hadn't been so flat then. She was his amazon. Why would he want to make her wear clothes? He looked around. "Where is everybody?", he asked. "They're coming.", she replied "When?" "Soon." "Where is She?", he asked alarmed. His head whipped around searching the shoreline. "She's with everyone else. She's coming. Rest a bit." He was tired, so he did. Dreams took him. When he woke, he built a fire. It was a warm fire. Very little smoke and pleasant. He looked around and saw his fishing rod propped amongst others near a log. The tide was going out so he entertained the idea of casting to see what he would catch. Embers floated from the blaze like fireflies. He thought he could hear whispers, but no one had come yet. It sounded like they were talking about her and him. Crying too. Why? "I must still be shaken from the wipeout...or that beer hit me harder than...", he thought. His thoughts didn't get too much farther. He saw her stirring from sleep. His eyes encompassed her. Groped her. She yawned, and looked at him. Her eyes searched his. She laughed, twisted and was her feet in an instant. She sprang down the beach. He followed. Dropping his board shorts as he went. They wouldn't be here that soon. view post


Explaination posted 08 Mar 2006, 19:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

A year ago, on March 28th around 1 to 2 am in the morning, my older brother Aeneas was sleeping in his bed next to his wife. Their 5yr old daughter Tia was in her bed in the next room. A man broke into the house. Stole into their bedroom. He shot my brother once through the head. Julie, my brother's wife, woke up. She blocked the first bullet with her hand. He then shot her once in the throat and again in the face. He left, went to his home, and shot himself. Tia, woke to the noise and found her parents. She called 911, & directed the operator to send police and medical help for her parents. They arrived in time to keep my brother from dying. Julie was dead on the scene. The family gathered at the hospital, only to find out that Aeneas had not recovered any brain activity. He was connected to machines, the only reason he hadn't died yet. For two days we spoke with doctors, hoping that one of them would tell us something different. Eventually we made the decision to unhook him. I held his hand when he suffocated to death. I felt his last heartbeat. He was he senior by 2yrs. We had been close, along with my younger brother Cyrus. Aeneas & Julie were beach bums. He had been a lifeguard for many years. It was how he met his wife Julie. They were surfers. A young vibrant couple, not without their problems, the center of their world was Tia. This is being written for my family and extended family. I'm telling you this because the ones reading this will have this knowledge. There are many small innocuous tidbits in this that I don't expect anyone but them to understand, but I think it neccessary to have a little knowledge of the events. For more information simply do a google search for: Tia Hernlen, or Aeneas or Julie Hernlen. Thanks in advance! view post


posted 09 Mar 2006, 08:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

Thanks for the critique Dawnstorm. You hit on much that I plan on changing, but also brought to my attention some things I hadn't noticed. Also, yes the wine dark sea has to go, it's a place holder I threw in to remind myself of what I want to evoke. It was all my tequila soaked brain could conjure at the time. Also, Homer to Ms. Clifton to me. Credit where credit is due. ;) My brother [i:1why5x1r]was[/i:1why5x1r] named Aeneas. I'm going to go back and chip away some more. The biggest challenge was getting this out and written. It has been sitting in the back of my mind for a year. My brother died without knowing how. I keep wondering how he would have understood what happened, if he had any conciousness at all. So I take it the basic frame of the piece is solid. The staccato beginning and the transiton into death worked? view post


Riptide 2nd Draft posted 18 Mar 2006, 03:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

Thunder struck! Darkness. The tang of salt in his mouth. The current dragged & twisted. Froth bloomed from his lips. Flailing panic. Heart Racing. He fought for moments. Struck at the grip of nothing. He stopped. Which way was up? He couldn't tell! No way to tell. Had his board hit him? He couldn't remember. Go limp. Let the ocean take you. Relax. He would surface. Then he could swim. Swim where? To Shore! Which beach? Where had he been? Nothing. Just pain. Above his right eye... & the back of his head... Near his left ear... Yes...the board must have hit him as he went under... Was someone else there? Had someone been next to him? The tide surged. God! The pressure! He exhaled as it became too much. A stream of bubbles passed his lips. Enough. The choking eased some. So dark! It hurts! When! How far out? Time stretched with the pain. Pressure! A whitehot line vibrated through his skull. Salt. All he could taste was salt. Almost tasted like... HER! He must not breath He MUST do this! Breathing would drown him. Hold it in! For HER! He honed his thought. Fashioned stillness into a bulwark against the weight of the ocean. Yet time continued to stretch... He couldn't stand it any longer. He fought. Pulling against the cold mercury of the abyss. Anger compelled his limbs. No progress. He'd chose the wrong way!!! Shift. Glide towards the current. Ride the sea. That's it. The trench had to end. When it did he could rise. His arms swept. Shoulders and back burned with acid. The salt in his mouth made him want to vomit. For HER! How long? GOD! It tastes like b...! He pulled until his arms gave out. Then kicked until he went numb. Too much. He held onto his breath. He didn't know how. It had been too long. It almost felt like he was breathing. Just a little. He could only move where the current pushed him now. He was losing. He was going to die. Calm came over him. He gave up. His air left him & he fell into Ægir’s jaws. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~ Quickening. Light? Could he see? Someone grabbed him. She was there. Held him tight and pulled. Up. Light. He broke the surface. Ragged. Screaming breath. It hurt and soothed all at once. Everything shined. The sparkling cerulean surf cut a flowing line into the bone white sand. Wide palms waved aboved the niveous bank, while rocks broke through the earth like jagged knuckles. Emerald mountains beyond the treeline rose to the sun. He could move. So he did. She helped him for a while. Closing the distance to the shore with every push of the tide. She let go of him when they were close to it. She spun in the water, scattering sunlight. Celadon eyes flashing at him. He loved those eyes. She giggled from the throat in that way she did... She stood in the surf, and ran towards the beach. Naked body glistening. He never could make her wear a goddamned thing. He pulled himself from the water, through the sand, and fell on his towel. He looked back out into the clear swells...why hadn't he been able to see? A deep sigh drew his attention back to her. She handed him something cold to drink from the cooler. He washed away the salt from his throat. She stretched her long frame out next to his. She had no shame as she offered herself to the sun's warm caress. Her full breasts settled on her ribcage, and he admired her bronze figure. Her hip bones arching from her flat belly, and giving way to her endless legs. Those hips that had sheltered Her, once upon a time.Her stomach hadn't been so flat then. She was his amazon. Why would he want to make her wear clothes? He looked around. "Where is everybody?" he asked. "They're coming." she replied "When?" "Soon." A shock of fear bolted through him. "Where is She?" he asked alarmed. His head whipped around searching the shoreline. "She's with everyone else. She's coming. Rest a bit." He was tired, so he did. Dreams took him. When he woke, the sun had fallen behind the mountains, and evening would come soon. He gathered wood set a fire. It was a small blaze, warm, with little smoke and flames that flickered pleasantly. He looked around and saw his fishing rod propped amongst others by a log, right near her blue longboard and his Hobie. The tide was going out so he entertained the idea of casting to see what he would catch. Embers floated from the blaze like fireflies. Slowly, as the flames mezmerized him, whispers came to his ear as the sun set. By some strange acoustic sorcery, he thought he could hear voices. Out of the fire, or was it the tide, or both? It sounded like people. Talking. Laughing & crying. He was so hypontized by the sensation that the whispers began to sound familiar. Like voices he knew... but the thought was discarded before it was fully examined. She was stirring from sleep. His consciousness encompassed her. His eyes swept across every curve. Groped her. She yawned, and looked at him. Her eyes searched his. She laughed, twisted, and was her feet in an instant. She sprang down the beach. He followed. Dropping his board shorts as he went. No one would be here that soon. view post


posted 18 Mar 2006, 03:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

Thankyou! There is always room for improvement, though, and there are some things that I'm uneasy about. I hesitate to point to them, being that if no one mentions it, maybe my misgivings are groundless. I'm not scared of full critiques, so if you have the time, please get as verbose as you are inclined to. view post


posted 18 Mar 2006, 04:03 in Member Written WorksRipTide by Cu Roi, Candidate

Oh yeah...I can say this. I'm a huge fan of What Dreams May Come. I tried to describe the beach in such a way as to mimic the look of the afterlife in the film. That's why I chose words like celadon, I wasn't just trying to whip out the $10 words. Do I need to emphasize this more, or would it be too much? I'm also worried that some of the metaphors I'm using are lost and too subtle. I don't want to say more! Thanks! view post


posted 25 Mar 2006, 03:03 in The Thousandfold ThoughtThousand fold thought ultimately flawed? by Cu Roi, Candidate

It's true that Achamian did not fully appreciate Esmi, by his own admisson. Yet Esmi commited the same transgression in not fully understanding Akka. They are both guilty of the same thoughtlessness. In a way, Kellhus is the only reason they now appreciate each other's breadth & depth. I am reminded of this passage: "Those of us who survived will always be bewildered when we recall his arrival. And not just because he was so different then. In a strange sense he never changed. We changed. If he seems so different to us now, it is because he was the figure that changed the ground." -Drusas Achamian, Compendium of the First Holy War view post


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