Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 4:24 am
yes..it was..and Foul cut off their fingers so they would resemble Covenant. They took it there thinking they could defeat him with it. That incident led to the breaking of the Bloodgaurd Vow.
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What battle is this?But then another explanation occurred to him. At one time, the Despiser had given each of his Ravers a piece of the Stone. One of these Ravers had marched to do battle against the Lords, and had been met here, at the southwest corner of Andelain-met and held for several days. Perhaps in that conflict a flake of the Raver's Stone had fallen undetected among the hills, and had remained there, exerting its spontaneous desecration, until some unhappy Woodhelvennin had stumbled across it.
That last part always makes me laugh out loud.When he awoke, his face itched as if the grass had grown into his beard, and his back was warm with midmorning sun.
He raised his head. He was still atop the knoll where he had met Caer-Caveral and the Dead. Andelain lay around him, unfolded like a flower to the sun. But he observed the trees and sky abstractly; the Hills had temporarily lost their power over him. He was too full of ashes to be moved.
He remembered the previous night clearly. He remembered everything about it except the conviction of its reality.
But that lasted for only a moment. When he sat up, changed his range of sight, he saw Vain.
The Demondim-spawn made everything else certain.
He stood just as he had the night before, lightly poised and oblivious. Covenant was struck once again by Vain's physical perfection. His limbs were smooth and strong; his flesh bore no blemish; he might have been an idealized piece of statuary. He gave no sign that he was aware of Covenant's awakening, that he was cognizant of Covenant at all. His arms hung relaxed, with the elbows slightly crooked, as if he had been made for readiness but had not yet been brought to life. No respiration stirred his chest; his eyes neither blinked nor shifted.
Slowly, Covenant reviewed the other gifts he had been given. They were all obscure to him. But Vain's solidity conveyed a kind of reassurance. Covenant took his companion as a promise that the other gifts would prove to be equally substantial.
Seeking relief from his sense of loss, he rose to his feet, faced Vain. He considered the dark form briefly, then said, "Foamfollower says you don't talk. Is that true?"
Vain did not react. An ambiguous smile hung on his lips, but no expression altered the fathomless ebony of his orbs. He might as well have been blind
"All right," Covenant muttered. "You don't speak. I hope the other things he said are true, too, I don't want to test it. I'm going to put off commanding you as long as I can. If those ur-viles lied -- " He frowned, trying to penetrate the mystery of his companion; but no intuition came to his aid. "Maybe Linden can tell me something about you." Vain's black gaze did not shift. After a moment, Covenant growled, "I also hope I don't get in the habit of talking to you. This is ridiculous."
The best that I can tell, this was when Quaan and the mounted part of the Warward, along with the 200 Bloodguard and Lords Callindrill and Verement meet Fleshharrower's army south of Andelain in TIW. As to what part of the battle the act of "chipping" FH's Illearth Stone is not revealed to us by SRD.Dromond wrote:Well the best I can find on the subject is this - toward the end of the chapter:What battle is this?But then another explanation occurred to him. At one time, the Despiser had given each of his Ravers a piece of the Stone. One of these Ravers had marched to do battle against the Lords, and had been met here, at the southwest corner of Andelain-met and held for several days. Perhaps in that conflict a flake of the Raver's Stone had fallen undetected among the hills, and had remained there, exerting its spontaneous desecration, until some unhappy Woodhelvennin had stumbled across it.
This is indeed powerful magic and I know no-one ever said the Ur-Viles didn't posess this kind of magic but it resembles things TC does when using the white gold. That with a thought affect something...From a distance of twenty paces, he closed his fist. Her arms froze in mid-plunge. The knife tip strained at the centre of Covenant's shirt; but she could not complete the blow.
-- why him and not all?unseen eyelessness
That last bit reminds me of the heart and soul of the Oath of Peace...By noon, he had eaten enough of the aliantha to comprise a feast, and had begun to recover his joy. Andelain did far more for him than give comfort to his eyes and ears and provide solace for his loss. Lord Foul had deprived him of the most exquisite pleasure of his previous visit here - the ability to feel health like a palpable cynosure in every green and living thing about him. But the Hills seemed to understand his plight, and adjust their appeal to offer him what he could enjoy. The air was refulgent with gay birds. The grass cushioned his feet, so that his knees and thighs felt exuberant at every stride. Aliantha niurished him until all his muscles were suffused with vitality. Thus Andelain transformed his grief, melded it into a sense of purpose. He considered the hazards ahead of him without dread, and swore an implacable oath without fear or fury, an oath that Andelain would not fall while he still had breath or pulse to defend it.
So many important things happened on the dark of the moon in the middle night of spring in the First Chronicles -- the desecration of the dance of the Wraiths by Drool, the signalling of the war with the green moon in TPTP...now, once again it is the dark of the moon -- but the Land no longer knows seasons...But this night was the dark of the moon...
and the Graveler couldn't be more different from Sunder:Yet in other ways they did not appear to be careless. Their eyes smoldered with an odd combination of belligerance and fright as they regarded him. They reminded him strangely of Drool Rockworm, the cavewight who had been ravaged almost to death by his lust for the Illearth Stone.
She held a long, iron knife, single-edged and hiltless. the black metal appeared baleful in her grasp. her visage had not lost its misery; but it also wore a corrupt exaltation which he could not distinguish from madness.
For all the world like a woman remembering and describing her lover...His question reached her. He saw at once that she could not refuse to talk about the Stonemight. A nausea of love or lust came into her face. She lowered her knife; her eyes lost their focus on him. "Stonemight," she breather ardently. "Ah. The Stonemight." Her breasts tightened under her greeen robe as if she were remembering rapture.
GO TC GO TC GO TC!!!!!!!"Listen to me. This world's going to change. Not just here - not just because you lost your bloody Stonemight. The whole Land is going to be different. You've got to learn to live like human beings. Without all this sick killing."