Story Eight (Hexoatl, the Induction Ceremony) : I personally set my Skaven sacrifices on fire and then fill their skulls with explosives to throw at my enemy-meat. Maybe Te’heh should have tried that.
I’m not sure why but I felt this piece needed a tiny bit more polishing, for some reason a few areas in the writing felt a little clunky compared to the rest of the piece. Additionally, at first I thought the swim back’s pacing was a bit too slow, though in retrospect that was prolly the point.
Otherwise, the pacing felt good and really built up a picture of Lustria that shaped the wannabe priest’s decision in the end. Te’heh himself seemed to be your average sort of protagonist though by the end of the story he had grown into quite a potent character. His decision at the end, while at first surprising, actually made some sense in a way with his thought on the Old Ones. I do wonder how that Skaven managed to speak the lizard tongue; maybe he was actually more important than the lizzies were aware of.
Some of the name puns were a bit heavy pawed for my liking, though the two rival Skinks didn’t appear too much in the story to take away the focus from Te’heh, so I’m happy about that. The Krox felt right, marrying the simplistic and slow mindset with a heady amount of wisdom.
So yes, a very enjoyable piece on the nature of the Old Ones.
Felrix Brightfur: It’s a mighty shame when races lock their horn-things. Far-far better to work together in a posse (at least until a contract comes for ya.) Having someone almost reliable by ya side t’is a mighty great relief in comparison ta other Skaven...
Story Nine (A Story in/of the Stars) : You arse. The author builds up such a tight, deep, and intriguing narrative with superb characters...and then ends the story like that. Honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry at the ending.
Well, I guess I should get back to the meat of the review.
The two characters of K’ta (Catarrh?) and Tik (Tick?) played typical roles of sage and youngster not in the know. However, the author wrote the two very elegantly and made them feel like their own characters. I especially liked K’ta’s reactions to Tik.
The pacing of the piece was slow with little action, which felt perfect for this quiet contemplation of the stars. The author also did a sterling job at keeping me interested with the details of the stars, to the extent that I’d very much like him/her to write more constellations and the stories attached to them.
And then the ending... The author builds up to the conjunction of the stars having dire meaning and yet when we skip forwards in time we’re greeted by a literal Art Critic who treats this artefact as a nice looking ceiling design, whilst smashing up other priceless relics of the lost Old World. Maybe the author was mocking GW’s destruction of the Old World and so much of the lore, races, and characters? Perhaps it’s a sad look at how the fears of the past can become meaningless and forgotten in the future. Though it pains me that there wasn’t some kind of resolution for Tik and K’ta, though I wonder if that may have been the author’s intention.
The insanity of the final lines made me laugh at first at the absurdity and yet I wanted to weep for the world that was lost and how in the end everything Tik strove for was for nothing. A well written piece that toyed with my emotions. An ending with a proper resolution would have suited it better, and yet the ending we got was all the more potent and striking.
Father Sliv Saltbeak, former pirate and Avid priest: I don’t get thar over fondness of art, though I appreciate thar details, colours, and elegant flick of architecture and paintings. Portents becoming a wall mounting though? I weep fer ye me lizard cousins.
And with that, my review-things are over. I say this every time but the writing on here is simply stunning.
