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The Errant

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The Errant

 

One of the three Realm Forgers, Dolmen, Fire and The Errant

Aka Turudal Brizad, The First Consort

Master of the Holds

 

'Turudal Brizad,leaning insouciantly against the wall, his soft, almost feminine features displaying a faint smirk.' (MT UKTpb, p.159)

 

'The Errant would then weave its mysterious skein, forging the Holds themselves' (MT UKTpb. p.31)

 

Bugg on the tombs under Lether: 'The language on the door belongs to an extinct people known as Forkrul Assail, who are collectively personified in our Fulcra by the personage we call the Errant.' (MT UKTpb, p.327)

 

Moroch Nevath : 'There have been Turudal Brizads every generation – oh, different names, but it’s him. Scenes on tapestries, paintings.' (MT UKTpb, p.586)

 

Ganath: "He was an ascendant, Ganoes Paran.  Worshipped as a god by enclaves of Imass, Barghast and Trell."(BH)

 

Ganath : "The Errant thought to defeat them (his worshippers), as you might well seek to do, and so he became the god of change.  He walked the path of neutrality, yet flavored it with a pleasure taken in impermanence.  The Errant’s enemy was ennui, stagnation.  This is why the Forkrul Assail sought to annihilate him.  And all his mortal followers.”  (BH) 

 

..the Errant, once known as Turudal Brizad, Consort to Queen Janall (RG) 

 

"The Errant wants all he once had,"  said Banaschar.  "Temples, worshippers, domination.  Power.  To do that, he needs to take down the gods.  The High Houses … all in ruins.  Smouldering heaps.  This coming war with the Crippled God presents him with his chance – a few nudges on the battlefield – who'd notice?  He wants spilled blood, my friends, that's what he wants."(DoD) 

 

 

The Errant bends fate,

As unseen armour

Lifting to blunt the blade

On a field sudden

With battle, and the crowd

Jostles blind their eyes gouged out

By the strait of these affairs

Where dark fools dance on tiles

And chance rides a spear

With red bronze

To spit worlds like skulls

One upon the other

Until the seas pour down

To thicken metal-clad hands

So this then is the Errant

Who guides every fate

Unerring

Upon the breast of men.

The Casting of Tiles

 

Ceda Ankaran Qan (1059 Burn’s Sleep

(MT UKTpb. p.151)