'There are places, lass, where Forkrul Assail remain. Imprisoned for the most part, but ever restless. Even more disturbing, in many of those places they are worshipped by misguided mortals.' He hesitated, then said, 'You have no idea, Kettle, of the extremity the Azath tower found itself in. To have chosen a soul such as yours ... it was like reaching into the heart of the enemy camp. I wonder if, in it's last moments, it knew regret. Misgivings. Mother knows, I do.'
'What is this soul you are talking about?'
'Perhaps it sought to use the soul's power without fully awakening it. We will never know. But you are loose upon the world now. Shaped to fight as a soldier in a war against chaos. Can the fundamental conflict within you be reconciled? Your soul, lass? It is Forkrul Assail.' (Silchas Ruin to kettle, MT, UK HB, pg 395)

"So how many souls are in me?
Two, sharing the flesh and bone of a child corpse" (Kettle and Silchas Ruin, MT, UK HB, pg 397)

Possible source of kettle's soul?

"The cold made the air brutal, blinding him, shocking his lungs. Through freezing tears he saw, amidst a faint blue glow, a tall figure. Skin like bleached vellum, limbs too long and angular with too many joints. Black, frosted eyes, an expression of faint surprise on its narrow, arched features. The clothes it wore consisted of a harness of leather straps and nothing more. It was unarmed. A man, but anything but a man.

And then Udinaas saw, scattered on the floor around the figure, corpses twisted in death. Dark, greenish skin, tusked. A man, a woman, two children. Their bodies had been broken, the ends of shattered bone jutting out from flesh. The way they lay suggested the white-skinned man had been their killer.

And only then noticed the footprints impressed upon the frost-laden flagstones. Leading out. Bared feet, human, a child's.

There was no ice visible beyond the portal. Naught but opaque silver, as if a curtain had fallen across the entrance.

Feeling ebbing from his limbs, Udinaas backtracked the footprints. To behind the standing figure. Where he saw, after a numbed moment, that the back of the man's head had been stove in. Hair and skin still attached to the shattered plates of the skull that hung down on the neck. Something like a fist had reached into the figure's head, tearing through the grey flesh of the brain.

The break looked unaccountably recent.

Tiny tracks indicated that the child had stood behind the figure - no, had appeared behind it, for there were no others to be found. Had appeared...to do what? Reach into a dead man's skull? Yet the figure was as tall as an Edur. The child would have had to climb." (MT, UK mmpb, pg 206)

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