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Heboric

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Heboric

 

AKA Heboric Light Touch, Ghost Hands

 

'He was a thief, once' (DG, UK MMPB, p.288)

 

Once-Priest of Fener, had his hands cut off in an excommunication ritual (DG, UK MMPB, p.288)

 

Once Destriant to Treach

Soldier of Death to Heboric : The rider lifted the spear high.  “Treach made a mistake, I see, but I must salute you nonetheless.” (BH)

 

‘He returns!  The one outside -- the brother!’

Listen to me, please.  I -- I’m not your brother.  I’m no one.  I thought … Destriant .. did I know it for certain?  Have I been lied to.  Destriant … well, maybe, maybe not.  Maybe we got it all wrong, every one of us.  Maybe even Treach got it wrong. (BH)

 

Now Shield Anvil to ?

 

My hands -- do you see them?  Cut loose, that’s what happened.  The hands … cut loose.  Freed.  I can’t do this … but, I think, they can.  Don’t you see?

‘Senseless words.’

‘No, wait --’

Not Destriant.

Shield Anvil.

Reaching … look upon me -- all of you!  Reach!  See my hands!  See them!  They’re reaching -- reaching out for you! (BH)

 

 

General Information 

'He looked more of a sunken-eyed toad than a man. He was bald, his face webbed in tattooing, minute, black, square-etched symbols hidden within an overall pattern covering skin like a wrinkled scroll...The tattooed pattern covered the man - the boar's face overlying his own, the intricate maze of script-threaded, curled fur winding down his arms, covering his exposed thighs and shins, and the detailed hooves etched into the skin of his feet.' (DG, UK MMPB, p.25)

 

'Blunt knobs where his hands should be' (DG, UK MMPB, p.271)

 

on the power of his tattoos: 'Fener's tracks heal me well...' (DG, UK MMPB, p.124)

 

after being attacked by a swarm of bloodflies: 'a strange blue penumbra rising from Heboric's tattoos illuminated the scene. He was unbitten. Fener's blessing too fierce a touch.' (DG, UK MMPB, p.223)

 

'He's excommunicated, yet Fener remains within him. That much is obvious by those living tattoos' (DG, UK MMPB, p.288)

 

Kulp looking at Heboric, after Fener's Fall, with magically-enhanced senses:

 

'The ex-priest's tattoos swarmed with a life of their own: flickering waves of power raced across his body and spun a handlike projection beyond the stump of his left wrist. That ghost-hand reached into a warren, was clenched as if gripping a tether. A wholly different power pulsed around his right stump, shot through with veins of green and Otataral red, as if two snakes writhed in mortal combat. The blunting effect (on the magic-deadening effect of Otataral in the immediate area, ie, magic could be used here)arose exclusively from the green bands, radiating outward with what felt like a conscious will. That it was strong enough to push back the effects of the Otataral was astonishing...A battle of warrens - Fener's own, linked by one ghostly hand, the other ensnared by Otataral, yet waxing nonetheless - a warren I can't recognize, a force alien to every sense I possess,'(DG, UK MMPB, p.317)

 

Hentos Ilm's assessment of Heboric, in the Nascent, after Fener's Fall:

 

'You are shorn from your god, though he continues to make use of you.'(DG, UK MMPB, p.378)

 

Attributed Works

 

It is said that on the night of Kellanved and Dancer's

Return, Malaz City was a maelstrom of sorcery

and dire visitations. It is not a far reach to find

one sustained in the belief that the assassinations

were a messy, confused affair, and that success

and failure are judgements dependent on one's

perspective...

 

Conspiracies in the Imperium

Heboric

(DG, UK Trade, p.211)

 

Who can say where divides truth and the host of desires that, together,

give shape to memories? There are deep folds in every legend, and the

visible, outward pattern presents a false unity of form and intention.

We distort with deliberate purpose; we confine vast meaning into

the strictures of imagined necessity. In this lies both failing and

gift, for in the surrender of truth we fashion, rightly or wrongly,

universal significance. Specific gives way to general; detail gives

way to grandiose form, and in the telling we are exalted beyond our

mundane selves. We are, in truth, bound into greater humanity by

this skein of words….

 

 

Introduction to ‘Among the Consigned’

Heboric

(BH)

 

It is said that the matron’s

blood like ice brought forth into this

world a birthing of dragons

and this flowing river of fate

brought light into dark and dark into light,

unveiling at last in cold, cold eyes

the children of chaos . . .

T’matha’s Children

Heboric

(GotM, UK Trade, p.420)

 

Quotes

 

'Show me a mortal who is not pursued, and I'll show you a corpse. Every hunter is hunted, every mind that knows itself has stalkers. We drive and are driven. The unknown pursues the ignorant, the truth assails every scholar wise enough to know his own ignorance, for that is the meaning of unknowable truths.'(DG, UK MMPB, p.579)