king in chains, on 03 December 2013 - 05:12 PM, said:
Abyss, on 03 December 2013 - 01:00 AM, said:
king in chains, on 02 December 2013 - 11:17 PM, said:
any explanations on why triss harbours leoman?replies appreciated
He's was a useful tool to have around,
similar to Shadowthrone keeping Kalam on ice in the Deadhouse between TB and TCG.
but what has leoman done for her?
As of The Bonehunters, he's done absolutely nothing for her. I believe there is some internal monologue where Leoman talks about being raised as an orphan by a temple of the Queen of Dreams. I can't recall exactly where though. I will look it up.
EDIT: Found it. It was in The Bonehunters; Book 1, Chapter 6.
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Scalissara, Matron Goddess of Olives, the city’s own, cherished protector, now in abject disrepute. Too many conquests she could not withstand, too many gates battered down, walls pounded into rubble. While the city itself seemed capable of ever rising again from the dust of destruction, Scalissara had revealed a more finite number of possible resurrections. And, following the last conquest, she did not return to pre-eminence. Indeed, she did not return at all.
Now, the temple belonged to the Queen of Dreams.
A foreign goddess. Corabb scowled. Well, maybe not entirely foreign, but still ...
The great statues of Scalissara that once rose from the corners of the city’s outer fortifications, marble arms plump and fleshy, upraised, an uprooted olive tree in one hand, a newborn babe in the other, the umbilical cord wrapped snake-like up her forearm, then across and down, into her womb – the statues were gone. Destroyed in the last conflagration. Now, on three of the four corners, only the pedestal remained, bare feet broken clean above the ankles, and on the fourth even that was gone.
In the days of her supremacy, every foundling child was named after her if female, and, male or female, every abandoned child was taken into the temple to be fed, raised and schooled in the ways of the Cold Dream, a mysterious ritual celebrating a kind of divided spirit or something – the esoterica of cults were not among Corabb’s intellectual strengths, but Leoman had been one such foundling child, and had spoken once or twice of such things, when wine and durhang loosened his tongue. Desire and necessity, the war within a mortal’s spirit, this was at the heart of the Cold Dream. Corabb did not understand much of that. Leoman had lived but a few years under the guidance of the temple’s priestesses, before his wild indulgences saw him expelled into the streets. And from the streets, out into the Odhans, to live among the desert tribes, and so to be forged by the sun and blowing sands of Raraku into the greatest warrior Seven Cities had ever beheld. At least in Corabb’s lifetime. The Fala’dhan of the Holy Cities possessed grand champions in their day, of course, but they were not leaders, they had nothing of the wiles necessary for command. Besides, Dassem Ultor and his First Sword had cut them down, every one of them, and that was that.
This post has been edited by Spoilsport Stonny: 03 December 2013 - 05:31 PM