Kevin's Watch

"Elena Foul-wife," -- he uttered the name with horror-- "now holds
the white gold. She is more the master's servant than any Raver.
In the hands of turiya or moksha, that power would
breed rebellion. With wild magic, any Raver would throw down the
master if eh could, and take a new seat in the thronehall of Ridjeck
Thome. But Elena will not rebel. She will not use the wild magic to
free herself. She has been commanded from the dead, and her
service is pure!"

KaosArcana wrote:Did anyone other than Mhoram ever say to Covenant "You are the white gold"?

KaosArcana wrote:1. Troy is able to draw upon the power of the wild magic with no trouble at all.

KaosArcana wrote:2. The ring was taken from him in TPTP and as a result the krill began to burn with the green power of the Illearth Stone.

KaosArcana wrote:As Triock tells Covenant:

"Elena Foul-wife," -- he uttered the name with horror-- "now holds the white gold. She is more the master's servant than any Raver. In the hands of turiya or moksha, that power would breed rebellion. With wild magic, any Raver would throw down the master if eh could, and take a new seat in the thronehall of Ridjeck Thome. But Elena will not rebel. She will not use the wild magic to free herself. She has been commanded from the dead, and her service is pure!"

Covenant did not give the ring to Elena. It was taken from him when he was unconscious, and yet Triock says that not just Covenant's daughter could wield the power-- if delivered into the hands of a Raver, he too could use that force.

KaosArcana wrote:3. The Elohim don't call Covenant the wild magic-- they call him ring-wielder. They expected the Sun-Sage and ring-wielder to be one person. They said that Covenant's possession of the ring was
undeniable, but they don't call him the source of the wild magic.

KaosArcana wrote:4. Both Kasyren of the Gyre and Linden Avery were able to use the wild magic: Kasryen was able to capture the wild magic and turn it against Covenant, and Linden was able to seize bolts of wild magic and use it as a shield in the Caverns of the One Tree. Later on, she was able to actually STEAL power from the ring without Covenant's consent as she did in White Gold Wielder.

Well, I have 2 sound a little bit like the crabby old schoolteacher. Kaos and others--Dissecting is different from the other 4rums on this board. If u wish 2 have a discussion like this (in the open) either do it 2 the TCTC 4rum or, more importantly, use the spoiler blackout or use strong spoiler alerts here!!!!

Believer wrote:I wonder if real life is like that.

The water boiled and heaved wildly. But one end of the crevice opened into other caverns. The cataracts turned as they fell, and thrashed through the crevice as if it were an immense chute or channel. By the orcrest light, Bannor saw in time which way the water poured. He poled the boat so that it shot downward along the torrent.

After that, the craft hurtled down the frenetic watercourse in a long night mare of tumult, jagged rocks, narrows, sudden, heart-stopping falls, close death. The current tumbled, thundered, race from the fathomless bowels of Melenkurion Skyweir. Many times the craft disappeared under the fierce roil of the rush, but each time its potent wood--wood capable of withstanding Earthroot--bore it to the surface again. And many times Bannor and Covenant foundered in cascades that crashed onto them from above, but the water did not harm them--either it had lost its strength in the fall, or it was already diluted by other buried springs and lakes.

Through it all, Covenant held his orcrest high. Some last unconscious capacity for endurance kept his fingers locked and his arm raised. And the stone's unfaltering fire lighted the boat's way, so that, even in the sharpest hysteria of the current, Bannor was able to steer, avoid rocks and backwaters, fend around curves--preserve himself and the Unbeliever. The torrent's violence soon splintered his pole, but he replaced it with the other gunwale. When that was gone, he used a seat board as a rudder.

Straining and undaunted, he brought the voyage through to its final crisis.

Without warning, the boat shot down a huge flow into a cavern that showed no exit. The water frothed viciously, seeking release, and the air pressure mounted, became more savage every instant. A swift eddy caught the craft, swung it around and under the massive pour of water.

Helplessly, the boat was driven down.

Bannor clawed his way to Covenant. He wrapped his legs around Covenant's waist, snatched the orcrest from him. Clutching the stone as if to sustain himself with it, Bannor clamped his other hand over Covenant's nose and mouth.

He held that position as the boat sank.

The plunging weight of water thrust them straight under. Pressure squeezed them until Bannor's eyes pounded in their sockets, and his ears yowled as if they were about to rupture. He could feel Covenant screaming in his grasp. But he held his grip in the extremity of the last faithfulness--clung to the bright strength of the orcrest with one hand, and kept Covenant from breathing with the other.

Then they were sucked into a side tunnel, an outlet. Immediately, all the pressure of the trapped air and water hurled them upward. Covenant went limp; Bannor's lungs burned. But he retained enough alertness to swing himself upright as the water burst free. In a high, arching spout, it carried the two men into the cleft of Rivenrock, and sent them shooting out into the open morning of the Black River and Garroting Deep.

For a moment, sunshine and free sky and forest reeled around Bannor, and flares of released pressure staggered across his sight. Then the fortitude of his Vow returned. Wrapping both arms around Covenant, he gave one sharp jerk which started the Unbeliever's lungs working again.