Nick Brooke spanks me furthermore:
> "She wrapped the chaos god in her legs and her web, and with every
> orifice she sucked everything out of the Devil and filled herself with
> it." King of Sartar p.88. Ever hear how spiders make love? Note that
> she subsequently gives birth to their child, Time.
No, I don't know how spiders make love. Must be fascinating, though. I took Time as Goddess-birth, even if the power for this came from Wakboth.. It was stolen, not given.
> well." Wyrms Footprints p.52.
All right. Maybe I should have checked Wyrms Footprints first. Didn't bother to go home for it.
> I'm sure she has a sex life. You just don't want to know the details:
> they're an initiatory secret of the Reaching Moon Temple. But with all
> those hands... ooohhhh boy!
Yeah, four hands hold the whips.
> Nowadays the Empire is bloated and decadent. I don't believe the average
> scion of its wealthy, decadent and inward-looking upper classes is
> particularly motivated to study hard and improve himself for the good of
I suggested, that College is partially a place to put unoccupied noble youth in to for a few years.
> Note that that year is spent providing magical support to the Army, not
> carrying a tent, spear and shovel and learning how to fight.
Yes, but providing magical support to a centurion certainly beats doing the same thing to a file of moody barbarians, who can't stand that you get twice the payment they do.
Panu Pasanen.
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