Unholy Consultation - *SUPER SPOILERIFIC*

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« Reply #195 on: September 01, 2017, 05:14:03 pm »
Does Kellhus meet Koringhus in the Outside?  How about Inri Sejenus?
What is reason, but the blindness of the soul?

R. SCOTT RAP3ZT TERRIBLEZ LOLZ.

if Kellhus was thinking all of this, he's going to freak out when he get's back and Kelmomas is all "i lieks to eatum peeples da"

the whole thing is orchestrated by Kellhus who is wearing a Bashrag as if it were a suit

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« Reply #196 on: September 01, 2017, 05:16:44 pm »
One of the other Dunyain at the end is mentioned as having no scars. I consider that ominous since even Koringhus, no slouch, had been badly cut up by the end of the purging of the Thousand Thousand Halls.  Are we seeing a Dunyain more capable then Koringhus and Kellhus?
What is reason, but the blindness of the soul?

R. SCOTT RAP3ZT TERRIBLEZ LOLZ.

if Kellhus was thinking all of this, he's going to freak out when he get's back and Kelmomas is all "i lieks to eatum peeples da"

the whole thing is orchestrated by Kellhus who is wearing a Bashrag as if it were a suit

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« Reply #197 on: September 01, 2017, 06:22:33 pm »
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Does Kellhus meet Koringhus in the Outside?  How about Inri Sejenus?

If you take my take on it and Kellhus is the figure in his dreams, maybe he could summon who he chooses to his domain. Or....as Sarl says, "Sometimes the dead bounce and end up behind the eyes of babes!" I'm telling you, the Baby Kellhus theory is making more and more sense. Think on it.
“No. I am your end. Before your eyes I will put your seed to the knife. I will quarter your carcass and feed it to the dogs. Your bones I will grind to dust and cast to the winds. I will strike down those who speak your name or the name of your fathers, until ‘Yursalka’ becomes as meaningless as infant babble. I will blot you out, hunt down your every trace! The track of your life has come to me,