SiriusL;293894 said:
2) I have a loony/crazy theory that seems a bit outside the box. I hate to bring up the whole RPG angle, but what if the Azath represent the "rules" to the game, and are sort of the hand of the DM/GM in keeping the game fair? If you think of the series as one big game (which it was at one point, right?), the Azath suddenly seems like a guide and rule book. If you need to get from one realm to another, the Azath show you the way. If your character starts going outside the bounds of acceptable behavior, the Azath sucks in and contains your character.
Who have arguably been the two most effective players of late? Shadowthrone and the Crippled God, both of whom are either outside the rules, or just don't play fair. This is where it gets really crazy: Kellenved and Dancer realized they were in a huge game, and figured out how to use the Azath to get out of it (or to win it). They know that the only way to beat the cheater (the CG) is to break the rules yourself.
So, someone saw off the limb I'm dangling from...
interesting angle, takes into account the fact that it was originally created by ICE and SE to be an RPG. only thing is the azath don't so much guide by a set of rules as wrestle power into submission. im not sure there is any rules, the azath seems to take what it can get, any being of power, no matter how big or small gets roped in. everyone who goes onto the grounds of an azath is wary of stepping off the path, be it bugg, brys beddict or fiddler.
the craziest thing that could happen if in the last chapter of tCG SE goes all Douglas Adams. ahem.
Shadowthrone peered cautiously around the corner, seeing nothing he waved Cotillion forward. The Rope stepped lightly past Amanas and slid along the rough hewn wall of the shadowy passage. they were nearing the base. the very base of all azath material in existence. the tap root. when they reached the end of the tunnel they would finally know the truth.
the truth that had set them on this centuries long path through the azath, for the azath had a master, a mind that controlled all of its action and had been vicariously controlling the entire world of Wu(
) since its inception.
cotillion took a few more cautious steps then found himself at a dead end. looking up he saw a small trap door silhouted in a bluish light. this was it. on the other side was the master of the entire universe. everything cotillion knew was controlled by the entity on the other side of this door. slowly and with heart hammering in his chest cotillion lifted up the door.
he was momentarily blinded by the light and deafened by noise. when his vision cleared he found that he was facing a chamber in which several plush couches and chairs sat facing an enourmous rectangular window and on the other side of it was a group of people gathered around a bonfire at night. on one of the couches sat a man, slightly balding and thin faced. he was looking at cotillion with intense shock in his eyes.
the man tried to speak, but only choking noises came out, and when he managed to give voice it was in a thin whisper, "Cot- Cotillion?" Cotillion nodded.
"I am the Patron of Assassins, you are the-"
"Katey! Get in here!" the man yelled, cutting Cotillion off.
"What is it Steve? Somebody get voted off?"
"No, Katey. I'm about to say something that will sound immensly insane. but it is Gods own truth i swear it."
"What is it?" and a womans head appeared in a doorway, her eyes locked on to Cotillions and she gasped.
"Katey, a character from my book is coming out of our loveseat."
"He's- he's a character?"
"A fictional character."
Cotillion was suddenly seized by an all consuming fear. this was not what he had expected. this was... this was insanity! Katey? Steven? it all made no sense, he spoke up: "The azath, you control them?"
The man looked back to Cotillion, "I don't know how to explain this to you Cotillion, but, well, yes, I control the azath. i control everything in your universe. i created your universe. i write books about it. somehow that... loveseat is a wormhole. a gate, to you. between my dimension and your own."
Cotillion's mind was reeling. nothing he had ever imagined came close to this reality, he could not accept it. his felt his mind physically recoil in the face of... of... the truth.
he ducked back into the tunnel and turning around to Shadowthrone, fled.
the grin, slid off Shadowthrones face like so much yoke and the man began to yell: "Hey! Hey! Cotillion! What did you see? who is up there? tell me you fool! i must know!"
Cotillion's only reply was to shout over his shoulder: "Don't ever meet your maker Amanas. It's terrifying!"
:Ddidnt know the name of SE's significant other:D
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- Oscar Levant
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Jump Around, on 23 October 2011 - 11:04 AM, said:
) since its inception.
) to help contain any nasty locals they run across and tie the new world into the network as it were. They seemed to be quite the annoyance plague back in the day across many realms judging by Anomanders passing remark to Kilmandaros in the prologue for RG or BH. The Errant also indicated they(FA) seemed to venerate the Azath IIRC. 
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