Alrighty - TSACast #8 Notes
Yes, unfortunately,
Cast #8. For posterity:
- Cast #4 was GJ, SR, and I. On playback, I decided that SR's mic flares are uncomfortable to listen to. I've tried and tried to edit it without eventually reducing the overall sound quality. If anyone ever reads this and has some audio-editing know-how, get in touch.
- Cast #5: Bolivar, GJ, FB, and I. Unfortunately, FB was recording and dropped out. There's about forty minutes of Cast; Bolivar's introduction and some of
The Knife of Many Hands: Part 1 discussion.
- Cast #6: Bolivar, GJ, SR, and I. Unfortunately, GJ was recording and dropped out. There's about a half hour of Cast; Bolivar's (second, shorthand) introduction and some of
The Knife of Many Hands: Part 1 discussion.
- We also have three or four PreCast/AfterCast recordings, which we are burying in the Coffers with these other Casts. At some arbitrary time (probably after we've continued to accumulate and professionalize enough of our Casts), we're going to release these LostCasts.
TSACast #8 was a fun time, we had lots of laughs, and some great general SFF discussion in the AfterCast. Thanks again to geoffrobro for joining in and to SR and Wilshire for being regularly awesome
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Sorry for the cutting out - much of it we didn't hear in recording, though some of it we did.TSACast #8 Notes:
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Malazan Book of the Fallen - Just in case anyone else doesn't know.
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Duskweaver/Inchoroi thread that kept coming up throughout the Cast.
- Halaroi quote I couldn't find all episode:
Nonmen: The Nonmen call themselves ji'cûnû roi, "the People of Dawn," for reasons they can no longer remember. (They call Men j'ala roi, "the People of Summer," because they burn so hot and pass so quickly.)
We were all a little wrong on that one, I think.
- Ah, we attributed the Ark cubit measurements to Duskweaver, I believe. Right thread, wrong person.
Somnambulist, however, measured out the Ark for us
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We're actually given the exact dimensions of the Ark in TTT (kindle version about 47% in) as this: 3000 cubits long, 500 cubits wide and 300 cubits deep. The standard definition of a cubit is the length from the elbow to the tip of the middle finger. The book says that Nil'Giccas ordered the measuring of the Ark, and since Bakker stated that on average the Nonmen we're 6 feet tall, the Nonman cubit should be around 18 inches in length. So with that in mind, the Ark should be about 4500 feet long (not quite a mile), 750 feet wide and 450 feet deep. It is also stated as being buried into the ground about two-thirds of its entire length (2000 cubits or 3000 feet).
- Ganus the Blind quote, Wilshire mentioned; from
Locke's Chapter Headers (WLW):
Skies are upended, poured as milk into the tar of night. Cities become pits of fire. The last of the wicked stand with the last of the righteous, lamenting the same woe. One Hundred and Forty-Four Thousand, they shall be called, for this is their tally, the very number of doom.
—ANONYMOUS, THE THIRD REVELATION OF GANUS THE BLIND
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Wracu thread; Wütteat - Mechanical vs. Undead vs. Whatever.
- I apparently had dyslexia while reading the quote about Inchoroi creating Wracu:
Wracu: Immense, fire-spitting, winged repetilian monstrosities created by the Inchoroi during the Cûno-Inchoroi Wars to destroy the Nonmen Quya, then subsequently welded by the No-God during the Apocalypse. Very few are thought to have survived.
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- Ciögli and Nonmen growing commentary:
Cûno-Inchoroi Wars: With his bare hands, Ciögli the Mountain, the strongest of the Ishroi, broke the neck of Wutteät the Black, the Father of Dragons.
The Four Revelations:
As Ciogli makes a bastion of the Father of Dragons, his shouts ringing from his cauldron helm, Bashrag slumping from the arc of his hammer.
The False Sun:
He [Titirga] had stepped forward as he spoke, coming to a halt directly before the Hero-Mage and his legendary wrath. Something in the man’s height and proportion made him [Shaeönanra] think of the Nonmen heros, and how they never ceased growing.
I couldn't find any remaining portion of the mention in
Four Revelations nor in the comments.
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Character Heights- Iyokus' Age Iyokus is born 4014 according to the TTT Glossary. TDTCB opens Ch. 1 at 4110 making Iyokus 96 at the beginning of PON. Add 22 years, Iyokus is 118 at the beginning of TAE.
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Chanv and qirri thread.
- Kellhus' reflection on Topoi (not Topos
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Kellhus himself had dreamt nothing, but he'd seen the bones. According to Gotian, who'd explained the legends regarding the Battleplain in private council two days earlier, this ground had imbided too much blood over the millennia, and now, like over-salted water, had to discharge the old to accommodate the new.
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Literary Topos; Book Topoi:
topoi: Locations where the accumulation of trauma and suffering has frayed the boundaries between the World and the Outside.
- Three-Seas
Author Q&A subforum.
- Prophets vs. Shamans from the Q&A thread
A few questions...:
2)So far, the deepest the histories go is to the Fall, which is to say, the arrival of the Inchoroi in the last Age of Nonmen. At the moment, that feels plenty deep, and it precedes the Tusk by quite a few thousand years. I haven't been looking at the history of Earwa so much from the standpoint of an 'absolute observer,' as from from the standpoint of what is known or thought to be known at the time of the Holy War. This isn't a rule that I adhere to, just a tendency I seem to have largely followed. There are things from the time of the Tusk I do want to flesh out, such as the conflict between the Old Prophets and the Shamans, the question of how the surviving Inchoroi brought Chorae, the 'Tears of God' to the Five Tribes before the Breaking of the Gates, and the Cuno-Halaroi Wars (Halaroi is the Nonman name for Men). Stuff like that.
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The Cleric Suicides thread.
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TUC - Ch. 1 Excerpt- Nonmen paintings:
"Everything..." she said in a wistful tone. Her eyes seemed to track the passage of ghosts.
"Everything what?"
"The walls... The ceilings. Everywhere, limbs and people cut out of stone—images atop images... Think of the toil!"
"It wasn't always such. The Wolf Gate is an example of how they once adorned their cities. It was only when they began forgetting that they turned to this... this... excess. These are their annals, the accounting of their deeds—great and small."
"Then why not simply paint murals the way we do?"
Achamian found himself approving of this question—another long-dead habit, tingling back to life. "Nonmen can't see paintings," he said with an old man's shrug.
A frowning smile. Despite the anger that always seemed to roll about the nethers of her expression, her skeptical looks always managed to promise a fair accounting.
"It's true," Achamian said. "Paintings are naught but gibberish to their eyes. The Nonmen may resemble us, Mimara, but they are far more different than you can imagine."
"You make them sound frightening."
- Chandeliers & Cemeteries:
The ruined cemetery of Cil-Aujas.
Great ribs and sockets of living stone ravined the ceiling. Hanging from its contours, hundreds of ancient chains cluttered the open reaches, some broken midway to the floor, others still bearing the bronze lantern wheels that had once served as illumination. The floors beneath stretched for what seemed a mile, white with illumination and dust, puckered and furrowed by the long wandering lines of ancient dead. In the distances behind and to either side of the company, walls had been hewn from the scarped confusion, gaining heights easily as great as any of Carythusal's famed towers. Tombs pocked them, row upon row of black holes framed with graven script and images, lending them a wasp-nest malignancy. Immediately before the company, however, the enormous sheaves of debris continued climbing and climbing, sloping up to the very ceiling... Some kind of catastrophic collapse.
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If someone with WLW could provide me with quotes about the 'military squares' in the First Battle of the Horde; I think it's an omnipresent war POV, not Sorweel's POV as I said in episode.
- Ciphrang killing Cishaurim POV:
Sohorat roared, and plaster rained throughout the forest of columns. Flies burst from his maw. Raving wolves bubbled from his palms, smashed the sheets of light, gorged on those cringing behind them. Zioz swept burning threads into his fist, wrenched souls from their housing meat. Setmahaga clawed aside flimsy defences, struck heads from bodies, gloried in the blood that smoked across his limbs. He squealed like a thousand pigs, such was his exultation.
- It is indeed the Serbian, not the Croatian cover art we were talking about. I can't find a good link though (as bakkerfans Pinterest won't show unless you log in).
