Oponn, Twins of Chance
Oponn, Twins of Chance
He who pushes, she who pulls.
It is the nexus of power that matters to Oponn, the whirlwind where games get nasty.
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Oponn, Twins of Chance
Oponn, Twins of Chance
He who pushes, she who pulls.
It is the nexus of power that matters to Oponn, the whirlwind where games get nasty.
Oponn, Twin Jesters of Chance
(I would really like to credit the creator of this art but I can’t find the source anywhere! If you know, please let me know so I can include them in this post).
Reminded me of #oponn from #malazanbookofthefallen from the moment I saw them! #fantasycards #epicfantasy #pakistanibooksellers #thetent (at Karachi, Pakistan)
So I started a new fantasy series (Malazan Book of the Fallen) and I’m not quite sold on it yet, but there’s these twin gods of luck and chance that are known collectively as one name and they are literally the Luteces right down the coin and finishing each other’s sentences. Whenever the plot slows down the only thing keeping me going is the possibility of them showing up and being awesome and so far I haven’t been disappointed.
Happy New Year everyone!
May Lady Oponn's good fortune smile upon you all!
Both swung their mounts round. Had their conversation continued for another half-dozen heartbeats, Korlat -- with her preternatural vision -- would have seen the first flight of Black Moranth rise from the mountain's forested slope, forty in all, and, flying low, wing hard and fast for the city. A half-dozen heartbeats, within which Oponn's coin spun... A single, lazy turn... From Lady to Lord.
Memories of Ice
The Twins stood on their tower as the slaughter began below and the knuckles bouncing wild to their delight, now turned sudden sudden and sour and this game they played – the mortals bleeding and crying in the dark – they saw it turn and the game they played tossed to a new wind, a gale not their own – and so the Twins were played, oh how they were played.
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