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Nice to see that responsibly is set up so shit flows uphill.
Well, that's me told off. Thanks and sorry!
That is incorrect, in addition to the current Winter Knight Mab's garden contains multiple mortals.Thing is, she normally doesn't bring mortals there. Note that her prisoners included gods, powerful spirits, and upstart fey. Molly's situation was unusual.
So she definitely keeps mortal humans there.Jim Butcher said:If I remember right they're Vlad Tsepes and his lover (who wanted to be together forever), Richlieu (Mab always collects eventually, no matter how tricky you are), that's not Arachne it's friggin' Anansi (Mab, too, knows hubris), and the triumverate of women was actually two women with Mab pulling a Scooby Doo move and hiding among them. Trying to remember, they were a pair of historical French or German or British twin sisters who were burned as witches by a Saint. Mab saved them, sort of. Instead of being burned to cinders, they were transformed to living crystal and used to decorate her bower. Mostly, Mab defeated the Saint, sort of at the end of the middle ages/opening of the Renaissance, when there hadn't been all that many Old Word wins lately.
Eh, Dresden Files isn't always clear on that.Absolutely no idea where you're getting this from. There are no DxD-style angel/fallen/demon tripartite divides here; all fallen angels are demons (as in, specifically the hosts of Satan and the Christian Hell)
So the classification of what is or is not a demon or hell is more political and practical than metaphysical. Guess that means our eventual Kingdom and its inhabitants actually have a good chance of not falling under that label. Good to know.This leads to a joke among the junior Wardens: What's a demon? Bad.
So the classification of what is or is not a demon or hell is more political and practical than metaphysical. Guess that means our eventual Kingdom and its inhabitants actually have a good chance of not falling under that label. Good to know.
So what will our Kingdom and servants eventually be classified as? Beyond stuff like "a realm in the Nevernever," of course. Something to wonder about as we watch until the political landscape eventually semi-settles around us, I guess.
After a certain point it's archaeology, not theft. And the point has clearly passed, as it had been at least billions of years, and likely "several universal resets with linear time no longer applicable" since the Age of Legends, as our question into the history of human evolution shows.Theft against the people/gods who stored the shard in the Scar in the first place.
Theft from the heirs to the Exaltation; inheritances can be legally willed to people who werent even alive at the time.
Just like Harry is beneficiary to inheritances from his mother who he's never met.
It can be argued that all fae mantle holders, or at least ladies and queens are slaves under the following definitions of the word slave:Slavery/thralls are accepted as a fact of life under the Accords.But as far as Im aware? Slavery/slaving is not practiced by the Fae Courts. They can and do take prisoners who must be ransomed to be set free; you can also owe a debt large enough to give a Fae pretty broad control over your life.
But they dont practice chattel slavery afaik, and all debts can be paid off, at least in theory.
The issue of child snatching can also be brought up.a person who is the property of and wholly subject to another and forced to provide unpaid labor.
a person entirely under the domination of some influence or person: She was a slave to her own ambition.
Your quote disproves what you are claiming:As a wizard of the White Council, Harry has a current copy of the Accords because he's their local representative.
He consulted it onscreen in Death Masks chapter 8, after he was challenged by Ortega to a duel, and that was around three years ago in 2003.
Twin points of orange and gold light kindled in the shadows of the skull's eye sockets, and grew brighter as I went about the room lighting half a dozen candles and a kerosene lamp. The skull rattled a little, and then said, "It's only a few hours from dawn, and you're just starting up? What gives?"
I started getting out beakers and vials and a small alcohol burner. "More trouble," I said. "It's been one hell of a day." I told Bob the Skull about the television studio, the vampire's challenge, the hit man, the missing Shroud, and the plague-filled corpse.
"Wow. You don't do things halfway, do you, Harry?"
"Advise now; critique later. I'm going to look into things and whip up a potion or two, and you're going to help."
"Right," Bob said. "Where do you want to start?"
"With Ortega. Where is my copy of the Accords?"
"Cardboard box." Bob said. "Third shelf, on the bottom row, behind the pickling jars."
I found the box and pawed through it until I had found a vellum scroll tied shut with a white ribbon. I opened it and peered down at the handwritten calligraphy. It started off with the word Insomuch, and the syntax got more opaque from there.
"I can't make heads or tails of this," I said. "Where's the section about duels?"
"Fifth paragraph from the end. You want the Cliff's Notes version?"
I rolled the scroll shut again. "Hit me."
"It's based on Code Duello," Bob said. "Well, technically it's based on much older rules that eventually inspired the Code Duello, but that's just chickens and eggs. Ortega is the challenger, and you're the challenged."
"I know that. I get to pick the weapons and the ground, right?"
"Wrong," Bob said. "You pick the weapons, but he gets to choose the time and location."
"Damn," I muttered. "I was going to take high noon out in a park somewhere. But I guess I can just say that we'll duel with magic."
"If it's one of the available choices. It almost always is."
"Who decides?"
"The vampires and the Council will pick from a list of neutral emissaries. The emissary decides."
I nodded. "So if I don't have it as an option I'm screwed, right? I mean, magic, wizard, kind of my bag."
Bob said. "Yeah, but be careful. It's got to be a weapon that he can use. If you pick one he can't, he can refuse it, and force you to take your second choice."
"Meaning what?" He isnt Law 0.
A Warden regional commander for half of the US, who acts as a cross between a cop, judge, soldier and diplomat cannot afford to be Law 0, let alone someone who was living under Warden probation between the ages of 16 and 25, and who owes Mab favors.
And he made his living as a PI and police consultant at the start of the series, to boot.
I guarantee Harry is at least Law 2 by now.
Possibly 3, with specialties in Faerie Law and Chicago/IL Criminal Code.
Thats just the basics to survive his situation.
Harry is squarely Law 0, being unable to understand what the Accords imply or mean, and having to completely rely on Bob's cliff notes. Now, Bob is probably Law 3 or 4 (maybe 5, but that'll take evidence). But Harry very probably hasn't asked Bob the right questions."With Ortega. Where is my copy of the Accords?"
"Cardboard box." Bob said. "Third shelf, on the bottom row, behind the pickling jars."
I found the box and pawed through it until I had found a vellum scroll tied shut with a white ribbon. I opened it and peered down at the handwritten calligraphy. It started off with the word Insomuch, and the syntax got more opaque from there.
"I can't make heads or tails of this," I said. "Where's the section about duels?"
"Fifth paragraph from the end. You want the Cliff's Notes version?"
I rolled the scroll shut again. "Hit me."
This is your assumption. Current update indicates an intricate and detailed tiered system of involvement of mortals, with six distinct levels. It's likely that our actions are moving Murphy up those tiers. That likely implies changes in how she and SI are to be treated under the Accords. She definitely deserves / needs to read a copy.Agent is a periodic thing during a given episode. It isnt permanent, unless said agent is a permanent employee/underling.
All of those guys are either likely not fully human inherently or were changed into something else on arrival. The passage you highlighted specifically calls out the sisters as being made of living crystal now.
Based on what? I want to know as well, but I wouldn't say we have a right to anything here.[X] Doubt: Why is it the task of winter in its cruelty to guard the gates? Where are the Angels? Surely if there is any task that is meant for the hosts of heaven it is guarding the universe against those who would unmake it
We have a right to know the mind of God and the purpose of His work, even if we stick to our promise and don't use the Crown to divine it.
We got that right when we picked up the Crown and with it the power to see what we want.[X] Fascination: This isn't the whole story, even Bob admits to not knowing everything on the subject. You want to know where all the missing pieces are. Then you will be able to make the judgement properly
This is literally Molly's urge and one of her defining characteristics. Any situation where she doesn't know everything is one where she doesn't know enough, in principle at least, and might make a mistake.
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Based on what? I want to know as well, but I wouldn't say we have a right to anything here.
We can and should look into it, but we aren't owed an accounting of the white God's actions any more than anyone else is.
[] Respect: As little as you like the Winter Fey and as much as you hate the terror-monsters that are fetches she can respect them a little more for doing a task no one else does