Durandiel - Revision history

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Soup moved page Darandiel to Durandiel: Her name was misspelled — in book 10 it’s spelled Durandiel

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 *Spelled with a letter u in book 10, Reaper. Durandiel, not Darandiel, despite other non-canonical online spellings elsewhere.
 *Durandiel is an Abidan Judge, Division 003
-*Related links: Judges of the [[Abidan]], order and chaos in  [[The Way and The Worlds]], the enemy [[Vroshir]]
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 ==Personality==

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 ==Appearance==
-She doesn’t wear the typical white Abidan armor, but a dull gray dress that fades into smoke. She carries a staff. Her hair is often in her eyes.
+Durandiel doesn’t wear the typical white Abidan armor, but a dull gray dress that fades into smoke. She carries a staff. Her hair is often in her eyes.
 <blockquote> “You look different,” a woman in ghostly gray said in a dreamlike voice. She was the only one not wearing smooth armor, and she vaguely gestured to him. “It suits you.”

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 *Durandiel is an Abidan Judge, Division 003
 *Related links: Judges of the [[Abidan]], order and chaos in  [[The Way and The Worlds]], the enemy [[Vroshir]]
 ==Duties==

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 ==Durandiel the Ghost==
 *Spelled with a letter u in book 10, Reaper. Durandiel, not Darandiel, despite other non-canonical online spellings elsewhere.

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 ==Durandiel the Ghost==
-Durandiel is an Abidan Judge, Division 003
+*Spelled with a letter u in book 10, Reaper. Durandiel, not Darandiel, despite other non-canonical online spellings elsewhere.
 *Related links: Judges of the [[Abidan]], order and chaos in  [[The Way and The Worlds]], the enemy [[Vroshir]]

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 ==Ability==
-Durandiel’s abilities are depicted in Reaper, book 10: <blockquote> Durandiel, the Ghost, faded in and out of visibility. She strode through a twisted reality that a Class Two Fiend tried to manifest, a warped world of distorted gravity and fleshy trees. “No,” the Ghost said, and the half-formed reality collapsed. One Silverlord controlled diamond chains with each link the size of a star, forged from the energy of a foreign world and refined in Fathom’s own system. The chain crashed like a train through a series of inhabited planets, only to slam to a halt on the end of Durandiel’s hand. “Wrong,” the Ghost said. The diamond chain popped like a bubble, leaving the debris of the planets it had destroyed to drift through space. A four-armed woman gathered up the collateral damage from one of the Mad King’s attacks, spooling up spatial cracks like thread, and wove them into text that touched something deep inside the world of Fathom. Time froze around her. In that space beyond time, she began a subtle but far-reaching working, redefining the mechanisms of Iteration One-one-nine. Durandiel rose up from behind the four-armed Vroshir and watched. “Not bad,” the Ghost said. The woman spun around, her backhand trailing energy that could annihilate entire populations, but it was all a function of will and energy, so it faded to nothing before the authority of the Ghost. The slap landed normally on Durandiel’s cheek. “Ow.” The Vroshir flinched and tried to run, but space was still sealed. The Ghost grabbed her by the collar. “Why don’t you come work for me?” She folded the four-armed woman like a piece of paper, but this paper squirmed and resisted, so Durandiel let it unfold slightly and peeked inside. “It’s that or execution,” she pointed out. The woman stopped resisting, and the Ghost folded her up and slipped her inside a pocket. The zone of frozen time vanished as she strode after other rule-breakers. (Reaper ch 21) </blockquote>
+Durandiel’s abilities are depicted fighting [[Vroshir]] in Reaper, book 10: <blockquote> Durandiel, the Ghost, faded in and out of visibility. She strode through a twisted reality that a Class Two Fiend tried to manifest, a warped world of distorted gravity and fleshy trees. “No,” the Ghost said, and the half-formed reality collapsed. One Silverlord controlled diamond chains with each link the size of a star, forged from the energy of a foreign world and refined in Fathom’s own system. The chain crashed like a train through a series of inhabited planets, only to slam to a halt on the end of Durandiel’s hand. “Wrong,” the Ghost said. The diamond chain popped like a bubble, leaving the debris of the planets it had destroyed to drift through space. A four-armed woman gathered up the collateral damage from one of the Mad King’s attacks, spooling up spatial cracks like thread, and wove them into text that touched something deep inside the world of Fathom. Time froze around her. In that space beyond time, she began a subtle but far-reaching working, redefining the mechanisms of Iteration One-one-nine. Durandiel rose up from behind the four-armed Vroshir and watched. “Not bad,” the Ghost said. The woman spun around, her backhand trailing energy that could annihilate entire populations, but it was all a function of will and energy, so it faded to nothing before the authority of the Ghost. The slap landed normally on Durandiel’s cheek. “Ow.” The Vroshir flinched and tried to run, but space was still sealed. The Ghost grabbed her by the collar. “Why don’t you come work for me?” She folded the four-armed woman like a piece of paper, but this paper squirmed and resisted, so Durandiel let it unfold slightly and peeked inside. “It’s that or execution,” she pointed out. The woman stopped resisting, and the Ghost folded her up and slipped her inside a pocket. The zone of frozen time vanished as she strode after other rule-breakers. (Reaper ch 21) </blockquote>
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