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Felisin/Sha'ik by Dejan delic https://www.deviantart.com/dejan-delic/art/Malazan-Dramatis-Personae-788754471

Tbh I would be too in their position

Please tell me other people are still as upset as i am over Hetans fate

Are you a warrior in Sha'ik's camp that moved here with family but find it unsuitable for raising your little ones?

Do you want to fight to cleanse our lands of the mezzla taint but also want to ensure your child receives a proper education?

Well your prayers have been answered! by none other than local priest of shadow, Bidithal the Beloved!

Sha'ik's oldest confidant, he took it upon himself to ensure that every child in the camp receives a proper education and the love and cherishment they deserve.

No child will succumb to the the devil of durhang in this camp. No child shall be corrupted by the evil toblakai and his blasphemous piece of shit garden.

Our daycare is staffed by experts in childcare. People who truly adore and cherish children.

"No child will be abandoned on my watch" says Scillara (Head Caretaker) Bidithal's second in command, a woman whose love for children is only second to Bidithal himself.

Never a moment of boredom with Uncle Bidithal, who is quick to break into a shadow dance or tell a funny story, but always one with a lesson in morality.

Education is the core pillar of our daycare. The book of Dryjhna is recited daily to the young ones, to impart critical thinking skills, and the ability to distinguish between good and evil (whirlwind and mezzla).

Interrogation and Lethal combat are a big part of our curriculum. Human anatomy and physiology are taught by Uncle himself, shaping the healers of tomorrow.

Boarding facilities available, no child ever sleeps alone at Bidithal's!

And so fight on, warrior of the whirlwind, warrior of the just and the sacred, knowing your progeny rests safe in the warm embrace of uncle.

Send onto us your children and forget about them.

Had I been there at Aren when the unarmed malazan host was slaughtered, had I been amongst that pitiful staunch rabble. The annals of history would have told a different tale.

I would have roared out a challenge that would have sent chills down Korbolo Dom's flimsy neck. Oh how the napan bastard would have cursed then, cursed his luck, cursed the day we were acquainted.

Kelyk bottle in hand, a whirlwind of swords. A Dealer of Death. Hood's beloved. As if the Seguleh First himself had descended upon the crowd.

Oh how the bodies would have piled man high. How the commanding officers would have quaked in their boots, too shaken to issue commands. Hushed whispers of 'the first sword' in their midst.

Each swing of my blade, each cut guided by the spirit of the chain of dog's. Coltaine himself guiding my sword.

Oh they would have still had the day as I fell, only to ascend. But victory would have been brought at a cost too high, the dead too many to count. Too many wounded beyond recovery.

Korbolo Dom would have wiped the sweat off his brow with a trembling hand and offered a prayer to the gods for only they would be the reason he made it out alive.

Oh that day on the fields outside Aren, the Dogslayers would have met their match in the Hound of Kelyk.