Rite of the Fang

The text on the Rite-tones tell a story. Fang’s is mostly about Khejvard, but at least one is Jae. I was wondering if people’d be willing to chime in and say who they think is who. Probably might also be useful for the Burning rites as well?

Jae, I know you’re reading this. You could make this real fucking easy but I’m pretty sure you’ll just sit around and preen as we try to figure out what sounds like you and what doesn’t. Still, if you’re feeling so inclined, owning your own words would be nice.

i am the odds is me btw

Yeah thanks Jae you fucking signed it, it’s obviously you.

i gotchu babe

ok ok

neutrality ender, thats also me. so’s break. wind up is ABOUT me

oh real ultimate power that ones also me

but so is massive pyre ;)

oh and heavy strikes

why’d you put fuck on a claw card tho

i didnt touch that one lol

its funny as shit though

huh

It is funny as shit. One time Tsem (a sentient walking tree called a Spoken Wood) referenced [Adrenaline Surge], which was the closest I’ve ever seen a Spoken Wood get to saying fuck.

… That moment probably lands better if I tell it as a proper story but whatever.

let trees say ‘fuck’

If a tree says “fuck” in a forest, does it make a sound?

Implicitly, yes?

One supposes it may depend on the tree. And the forest.

For example, the forest could be, unknown to you, on the surface of the sun: then where is your pure intention?

An unusual forest, to live on the surface of the sun! Such a thing would truly teach to not make assumptions.

Not live for very long probably.

Very hardy trees, perhaps…very hardy.

Forests are, in my experience, very good listeners. They hear everything.

Whether they’ll tell is something else entirely. Most forests are pretty gossipy too, but some are fairly reticent.

I’m not sure whether you were trying to be instructive or inscrutable. Probably missed the point either way, but eh.

One is simply quite pleased with the discussion. One finds that uncertainties stimulate dialogue far more effectively than known quantities.

lmao, i like you

Well for whatever it’s worth now I’m wondering if the Loving Sun would burn a tree growing on its surface, if “loves you and would never harm you” extends that far, and if the same would apply to a Spoken Wood. Or any of us, really.

One may love, and yet be bound to one’s nature. How could a sun do anything but burn? And one would caution–one may wish a thing to live, yet be unable to sustain that life.

Well I don’t disagree, but my priors hold that anything can cause harm. Intent certainly doesn’t guard against harm. And as for the last … yes.

I met someone recently who loves things so completely and nevertheless destroys them in their love. I’m starting to suspect that’s going to be a theme.

But I’m much better at seeing the potential for harm than the potential for anything good. Anyone could probably tell you that.

While it is true that harm is somewhat overweighted in the scales of one’s mind–not just you, sister, but all of us–one fears that the metaphor here has gotten somewhat, ah…overwrought? Cursing trees on the surface of the sun are…well, a fascinating thought experiment. But what does it have to do with the Rite?

We’re well into off-topic overwrought navel-gazing, and I’ve already got Jae to point out the ones that were her. The ones that were Khejvard are left to the process of elimination, though I’m going to wait to update the library folio until I can fix some of the display issues.

The purpose of this strand has been served. Let it either fall into obscurity or serve a new purpose.

Thinking, talking, saying what pleases us, picking at this stray choice or another and shying from what lies within the heart - that’s the fate we’re trapped in, if we don’t risk ourselves, test ourselves, scrap and rebuild ourselves.

This thread’s fraying mess is what the rite is made to solve!

…well, I can’t argue with that. Carry on, carry on.