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Endest Silann

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Endest Silann

 

Name: Endest Silann

Pseudonyms: Unknown

Age: 300 000+ years

Race: Tiste Andii

Appearance: Unknown

Warren: Kurald Galain

Further info: Once a sorcerer under Anomander Rake, now a castellan in Black Coral.


 

Endest Silann, a Tiste Andii wizard

TtH, Dramatis Personae

 

"The Tiste Andii, once a formidable, if aged, sorcerer in Moon's Spawn, now a barely competent castellan to the New Andiian Palace..."

TtH, US TPB, p.49

 

"Yet Endest could recall his youth, a vision of himself vaguely blurred by time, setting foot upon this world on a wild night with storms ravaging the sky."

TtH, US TPB, p.50

 

"'You are my last High Mage, Endest Silann. Can you do this for me?'

The sea my lord [Anomander Rake]? Beneath the sea?

'Can you do this, old friend?'

My lord, I shall try.

But the sea had wanted Moon's Spawn, oh, yes, wanted it with a savage, relentless hunger. It had railed against the stone, it had besieged the sky keep's last reserves of power, to raise it up from the depths, raise it up, yes, back into the sky.

So heavy, the weight, so vast--

Injured beyond recovery, Moon's Spawn was already dead, as dead as Endest Silann's own power. We both drowned that day. We both died.

Raging falls of black water thundering down, a rain of tears from stone, oh, how Moon's Spawn wept. Cracks widening, the internal thunder of beauty's collapse . . .

I should have gone with Moon's Spawn when at last he sent it drifting away, yes, I should have. Squatting among the interred dead. My lord honours me for my sacrifice, but his every word is like ashed drifting down on my face. Abyss below, I felt the sundering of every room! The fissures bursting through were sword slashes in my soul, and how we bled, how we groaned, how we fell inward with our mortal wounds!" -thoughts of Endest Silann

TtH, US TPB, p.51

 

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