Let's Read: Vox Day's Arts of Dork and Spite, and Try to Make the Resulting Hurt Stop.

A Sea of Skulls; Prologue, In Which Something That Rhymes With Grape Happens, And No, It's Not "Ape".
PROLOGUE

So, once more unto to the breach, dear friends, once more. Last time, the prologue focused on Pope Nero Dumbledore and his odd-job man cardinal talking about Immortal Bishop Larry in something that looked like it was going to be important, but turned out not to be. So what's Beale inflicting on us this time?

Well, we start with a young woman named Isabel de Bordeleau who is, we are told, angry and unhappy.

She was upset with her parents, she was angry with His Royal Majest the King, and she was downright furious at the lack of justice to be found in what had suddenly, and unexpectedly, turned out to be a deeply unfair world.

Yep, Beale still has his own.... style. So, what is Isabel mad about, and thus producing teenage snit narration? Well, as we learn, she a young noblewoman, who two years ago tested positive for magical ability and so is looking at being impressed into Savondir's evil sorcerer eugenics project. We even get a description of said test, which involves a creepy old wizard handing children a crystal ball to test them for ability--it glows when someone with the talent handles it--and whose expression when Isabel tests positive scares her. Her parents response is lackluster, with her father absolutely pleased that his own daughter is going to become a glorified broodmare who belongs to the crown. And remember, she's not going to get any actual training in magic--just be forced to have sex with wizards so that they can have wizard kids.

So, who now sympathizes with Isabel? Show of hands? Pretty much everyone eh? Sort of makes the narration depicting her as a spoiled ditz seem... kind of awful doesn't it? Don't worry. It will get worse.

Isabel decides to try and persuade her father by dressing up fancy and we get some patented creepy Beale descriptions. Then she heads outside to her for her da, only to meet her little brother, who her da has ordered to the house. He tells her that papa told him to tell anyone he meant to go to the house, but she assumes he must have meant OTHER people, and goes on to have a chat with him on the whole "being sent into sexual slavery" deal. Her da yells at her, saying there's a raiding party of orcs coming her way, and that she should go back to the house. Isabel does so, quite upset. Still by the time she reaches the grounds of the house she's recovered some of her equanimity, and is certain her father will handle things. She and her mother are heading towards the house when the gardener rushes towards them, pursued by orcs. He is quickly killed, and then, as the orcs enact a scene from Birth of a Nation with our damsels in distress, her father and some men-at-arms rush in on horseback, yelling their familiy's battle cry "Je suis prêt!" Which means...



So now that any lingering respect you have for these people is gone, let's go on with the raid. Isabel hides in the kitchen with her mother and brother, a group of women and a few male servants, with everyone telling themselves that things will be fine, and they will of course slaughter the orcs. The orcs burst in, dispatch everyone, start pulling the women away, including Isabel's mother. Isabel tries to defend herself, but an orc casually knocks her out. When Isabel comes to...

A sharp pain seemed to be splitting her lower body in half while a dreadful pressure on her back was smashing repeatedly against her, forcing the breath from her and all but crushing her under its heavy weight.

...

...



Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like, and let's all stand agape at Beale's horrible lack of talent, horrible lack of imaginatino AND his horrible lack of empathy, all prominently on display there. Beale has her preoccupied by the fact that she's no longer a virgin, because of course he does, we get a lot of icky writing in that previous vein, and then Isabel's magic talent kicks in and she sends her assailant sprawling. Following which she suddenly realizes she's naked. And that there are four other orcs in the room stupidly laughing at her assailant's misfortune. Oh, and that her brother's decapitated body is lying on the ground. My apologies if I sound flippant about all this, but Beale's overwrought efforts destroy any real horror in the scene itself. The only thing you can get horrified about is the sense of the mind behind it you get.

Anyway, Isabel gets REALLY angry at seeing her brother.

Perhaps a dragon slumbering deep within her woke, or maybe a dark angel from some fiery nether region erupted from the void that only moments ago had been her soul.

So REALLY, REALLY angry. And then she unleashes REAL magical whoopass on the orcs, incinerating them all, and making Savondir's refusal to train female wizards look very stupid indeed. She heads out and kills more orcs, including one who is raping her mother's corpse, because of course that's what orcs do, of course it is. Then she kills the ones that are using her brother's head as a football, and then she kills the orcs that have crucified her father's body.

And then, as if Beale suddenly realized that he had unleashed an empowered female character in his boy's own campaign world, Isabel goes down in a hail of crossbow bolts shot by the orcs, though not before taking a few more with her.

...

Well, that definitely happened. Now, excuse me, I need to contemplate washing my eyes out with bleach. I told you things were going to get icky in this one.
 


I'm horribly disappointed by her dying too, because, really, untrained naked witch unleashing massive amounts of bloody mayhem really does have a good deal of potential for introduction of a new character; though probably best as "Main characters walk in on orcs fleeing from psyker doom and go wut" and the nakedness is passed over as "Orks attacked" and no further details.

As it is, it doesn't seem like the scene has any utility other than as disturbing erotica.
 
So, after this...

-I'm thinking of The Iron Dream.

-I'm thinking of Victoria's constant references to certain people (you can probably guess who) as "Orcs".

-I'm wondering why Beale didn't just make magic male-only in this setting.
 
I'm horribly disappointed by her dying too, because, really, untrained naked witch unleashing massive amounts of bloody mayhem really does have a good deal of potential for introduction of a new character; though probably best as "Main characters walk in on orcs fleeing from psyker doom and go wut" and the nakedness is passed over as "Orks attacked" and no further details.

As it is, it doesn't seem like the scene has any utility other than as disturbing erotica.

As horrible as all that was, the fact remains Isabel had more potential as a protagonist than any of the characters Beale has inflicted upon us throughout this damn thing.

So, after this...

-I'm thinking of The Iron Dream.

-I'm thinking of Victoria's constant references to certain people (you can probably guess who) as "Orcs".

-I'm wondering why Beale didn't just make magic male-only in this setting.

Yeah, his politics just ooze through, and trust me, it's only getting worse. Which leads to your last question, where trust me, there is a big ol' Beale point he's going to be making and it will be awful.
 
Are you sure you didn't grab a hentai by mistake?

If Beale's anything similar to his fellow traveller Kratman in this particular odious respect, yeah, because I've read Kratman writing a rape scene, and it felt like it was written with one hand despite the staid, overwrought and almost mechanical prose (because I was an idiot, and just had to read through Caliphate in full because by God I was going to make criticism of it informed criticism).

Most hentai that I've observed at least has more energy to it.
 
A Sea of Skulls: Theuderic. Theuderic reminds us why we all don't like him.
THEUDERIC

Oh, joy, this guy again, what I strongly suspect is Beale's old RPG character brought to... well, not life, but something on the page. Theuderic starts this chapter having done his part for Savondir's evil sorcerer eugenic program, with us being favored to his... complaints about the young woman.

He had no idea how old she was, but her breasts weren't even proper woman's breasts, they were still the soft girlish cones that defied gravity with the easy impunity of youth.

...



Right, so, sucks to be Theuderic, and I really mean that, even if I started that out sarcastically. I mean, he's an awful human being at every level, and also a minor character with a fixed delusion that he's hot shit. And to prove it, we get lots of Theuderic thinking about how all this is of course, damaging to his dignity, but also necessary, and the girl seems fine, fine, so clearly she doesn't matter. Theuderic's shallow musings and potential extra snu-snu are interrupted by one of Savondir's interchangeable grand viziers who advise the king. This one is du Moulin, but frankly he's just a crappy Richelieu wannabe, same as Theuderic is crappy attempt at a Dumas protagonist. And this is all extra-obvious and extra-grating to me at the moment, because I've been reading Dumas. You know, Three Musketeers isn't perfect--it was written as a serial and it shows--but damn it, it's lasted for a lot of reasons.

Anyway, du Moulin, after enjoying an eyeful of Theuderic's bedmate, and cementing the fact that Savondir is about as awful as Amorr, starts to chat. He then reveals that he knows about Theuderic's psycho elven arm-candy who left in the last book, which Theuderic seems to believe is a big deal, despite the fact that he was, you know, taking her to parties. They let the unnamed girl leave, and then they talk politics in what is Beale's usually brainless-thinking-its-clever way. They mention Roheis and her schemes, but in a sort of off-handed way, with du Moulin dropping this line.

"... There are growing noises of instability in the Grand Duchy, and she is, at the very least, near the heart of it. ..."

Such a sharp one, du Moulin. There's some more babble about what the last book set up as the major issue, with, you know, the one immortal puppetmaster who actually seemed not-terrible at it, but then it moves to what is the important matter--spying on the NEW heir to the throne, Etienne-Henri, who everyone knows is less awesome than his dead brother. Du Moulin wants Theuderic to go and become besties with him, so that he has influence over the heir, especially from his dangerous and bad right hand man Donzeau, who Theuderic dismisses as a hedge wizard without ever having met him. This is because Etienne-Henri is going to be leading the nation's troops against those pesky orcs, and Theuderic is supposed to help him. And unofficially, maybe kill him if he isn't up to snuff. Because, Savondir, you know. It's all about the intrigue.

Theuderic tells du Moulin that he's worried that du Moulin will cast him aside when all this is done, being all treacherous and intriguing and what not, but du Moulin reassures him that he considers him to valuable to kill. Theuderic buys it. Then du Moulin hands him two scrolls, one of which is his orders to spy on the Prince that he is supposed to let the Prince find to make him think he's being clever. They chat some more about how Etienne-Henri sucks, and thus Theuderic sets out to once again be a supporting character with a delusion that he's important.
 
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A Sea of Skulls: Marcus. Marcus reminds what a tremendous dullard he is, Part 1.
MARCUS (PART ONE)

So, having spent time with Beale's RPG character, it's time to switch back to what he imagines is his idealized version of himself in a longish chapter that I'm going to split into two. Marcus is, the first sentence explains, out for a ride.

The afternoon ride through the green rolling hills of southern Savondir was quite possibly the most relaxing thing he'd done in months, Marcus realized, and yet the warmth of the late spring afternoon did nothing to calm the helpless fury that boiled within him.

Remember when I said Beale had gotten worse as a writer? Starting to see I wasn't joking, aren't you?

So, Marcus is mad, because he has so many things to do, and... yes, the word for being from Savondir has changed yet again, this time to "Savonderic". Good to know that we remain on top of... important issues. Marcus goes on to whine about not having sufficient information--like, every general ever--and knowing that he's not up to the job, and whine, whine, whine. He recaps about how he and his Roman Amorran legion came to Savondir using the tunnels, just in case you forgot that incident, and then muses on all the intrigue that's surrounding him. It turns out while some of the King's advisers are thrilled to have more bodies to throw at the orcs, others view a sizable foreign army on their soil as threat for some mysterious reason. Marcus has just been getting intelligence and supplies at the nearby town, which Beale seems to view as a fairly minor matter, and he notes that Savondir has bigger horses than Amorr, because it's not like horses can or would be traded between close neighbors. Nope, somehow Savondir has medieval warhorses, and Amorr has Antiquity-era riding horses.

Marcus whines some more about losing to his uncle, and reveals he has one of the biggest armies in Savondir at the moment, which still doesn't make things click in that empty head of his. He comes upon his men training, and we discover that Marcus has been accompanied by a Savondir noble named Forbonnais while he mused in sullen silence. Marcus thinks Forbonnais is okay, despite probably being a sorcerer, and having long flowing hair like a girl. Oh, and his accent makes him sound effeminate. Because clearly Amorrans would have the popular boorish American attitude towards the French stand-ins.

Marcus thinks about the trip through the caves, which, horrible as it was, bonded the men. Though not in hatred of their incompetent commander, somehow. Forbonnais marvels at the Amorran camp, which is of course, so much better than a Savondir camp. We discover that Marcus' bland #2 Trebonius has crucified somebody--Amorran discipline and all that--which causes Marcus to recap how he wound up in control. Then the men greet Marcus who has gotten another nickname--Cavator. For those times he got the legion out by digging. Marcus isn't sure it's the greatest nickname, but the men are crisply saluting him, so who is he to judge? We learn the man Trebonius crucified was a Savondir peasant. Marcus is upset, and goes to sort this out.

Which is a good time to take a break, because again this is a long one.
 
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A Sea of Skulls: Marcus. Marcus reminds what a tremendous dullard he is, Part 2.
MARCUS (PART 2)

Marcus heads to see Trebonius, to talk about the peasant what got executed and other stuff. Marcus is annoyed, but seeing Trebonius and all the other officers being cheerful, he lightens up, then introduces Forbonnais to his homies. They all try not to feel superior to the effeminate and weak non-Amorrans, with their stately bows and flowery talk, or more exactly, not to let their feelings of superiority show. Forbonnais heads off, and Marcus heads out to the command tent to chat some with his staff.

That stuff is--no, not the dead peasant, he actually forgets about that for the rest of the chapter--but about how his da Corvus is dead. Oh, and so is the Pope. The new one. Everyone is shocked into silence.

To Marcus, it felt as if a great chasm had opened up before his feet, as if the speaking of those terrible words had unleashed an evil spell that altered the very fabric of the world.

Yep.

Marcus and the officers are sad. Marcus then explains how there was a fire, an archbishop died as well--bye Larry--and that's all he knows. There are crazy rumors floating about--someone suggests it might be the Severans, but Marcus says he doesn't buy that. The Severans are in disarray, and Corvus had nothing to do with Patronus' death. I mean, aside from ordering the hit. No, Marcus thinks it was his uncle Magnus, who was nowhere near Amorr when it happened, because Marcus thinks it's the sort of thing he would do.

Yeah. Brilliant deduction. The fact that Corvus summarily executed a church soldier is sort of passed over, though to be fair, Marcus may not know about that, same as he doesn't know that his da ordered Severus Patronus' assassination. Some hotheads call on them to head back to Amorr and teach Magnus a lesson, but Marcus talks that down. After some more discussion, the staff decide that they will not share these facts with the men, to avoid desertion. Which will of course prevent them from discovering the public deaths of prominent figures indefinitely.

Natural leaders, this lot.

After some more talking about how they can't trust the men they've lead through a cave into a foreign country, Marcus shares the big news--their Savondir hosts want them to face an orc army of somewhere between twenty-five and forty thousand. Oh, and Trebonius has been granted a Savondir title, a viscount, in what Marcus' explains is an attempt to buy their loyalty. Because that's what you do to foreign soldiers. You give them a hereditary title from the start. Marcus was also offered a title, but refused, what with being a Valerian. And he's paying the legion for the campaign, though as even they realize, the fact that they are being sent against a force that might be ten times their size suggest that the King probably hopes to whittle that price down Marcus explains he has a plan. That will involve digging. His officers are annoyed, but then, what are they going to do? Try and be protagonists? They've got even less development than Marcus. And so our merry band of murderous nitwits carry on.
 
They mention Roheis and her schemes, but in a sort of off-handed way, with du Moulin dropping this line.

This I eagerly anticipate because I fully expect Beale to attempt to show the folly of ambitious women in power, and writer her as a total boss-ass bitch by accident.

Actually, I just found this pretty great visual metaphor for how the variety of reactionary propaganda used by Beale tends to fail spectacularly.

 
MARCUS (PART ONE)
Nope, somehow Savondir has medieval warhorses, and Amorr has Antiquity-era riding horses.

This feels like it's an attempt at balancing a wargame. "Well, everything on the Amorran army list has an inherent +3 to all discipline and morale checks, but to balance it out the Savondir army list gets more powerful horses that grant them a +2 on every action involving cavalry."
 
This feels like it's an attempt at balancing a wargame. "Well, everything on the Amorran army list has an inherent +3 to all discipline and morale checks, but to balance it out the Savondir army list gets more powerful horses that grant them a +2 on every action involving cavalry."

As I'm fond of noting, Selenoth feels like the poorly made campaign world of that one Born-Again kid who was into D&D, and it probably was.
 
A Sea of Skulls: Severa. Severa's still... her.
SEVERA

And it's back to the woman who complains about how hard her life as her slaves get flogged. So, how are things for Severa at the moment. Well, she's thinking about how hard things are for the women of Amorr in the midst of this little civil war.

Men volunteered for the four new legions that had been voted funds by the Senate, while women prepared foodstuffs, sewed everything from banners to thick canvas sacks, and made do without half their household slaves.



Yep, the city's commandeered them and is using them to make about roughly half of those four legions. Which will of course, be disbanded as soon as this present crisis is over, natch. Still, Severa is more worried about the fact that House Severus and House Valerian, those longtime rivals, are now both viewed as unreliable by the powers that be, on account of her da and her husband's da. While Severa and Goober haven't been arrested, she does worry that it could happen. Why Goober hasn't been trusted with a legion or even a defense of a gate--he's on "expelling foreigner" duty. Which he finds so stressful, the poor dear!

So, did anyone just feel a smidge of sympathy for Severa start up and then swiftly die? Everyone? Yeah, that's what I thought. We get a lot about all the horrible things that are happening to foreigners, and how tough it is on Goober. And she thinks about what Corvus did, as Beale has yet another cast member state that it was a Good Thing the late Corvus did. It prevented people from dying, throwing out thousands of people in the dead of winter.

I mean, aside from those who died, but they don't matter.

Severa continues to infodump. With Corvus dead, crazy rumors are spreading, though none of them mention an immortal bishop, so... not that crazy. We learn that Severa, empty-headed and pliable as always, has deserted any loyalty to her father and his ideals, and views both him and Magnus as traitorous scum now. She's also contemptuous of the female slave who explains that the six dead cardinals--they've got another name now, but come one, Beale won't stick to it--and two dead popes are an omen for the Twelve Black Apostles, who are apparently this world's Crystal Dragon Antichrist figures. Severa snobbishly explains that six and two make eight, not twelve, prompting one of her sisters-in-law to explain the wonders of multiplication to Severa. Severa responds with more annoyance and changing the subject. Said sister-in-law invites her for a walk through the Forum and off they go.

Severa starts thinking about how her da and da-in-law are traitors, as is one of her brothers, and so Goober has to restore the city's confidence, possibly by being the best Amorran Gestapo agent he can be. As they head out, Goober comes back with good news--his brothers, who have been imprisoned by the Senate, are being let go to help train the slave legions. And Goober is going to be joining a legion after all! One of the slave and criminal ones--but still a legion. Severa is less than thrilled at this, but Goober misses this. She and her sister-in-law chat, and said sister-in-law mentions the time that her husband went out with their son, and sort of forgot about him. But nothing bad happened--the slaves took care of everything. She and Severa have some idle chit-chat, and then Severa notices an old woman staring at her. It takes her a moment, but then she realizes it's a witch cult member, and crap, she's almost forgotten that she's a member. To be fair, part of this is because her witchy mentor walked off the job after doing barely any witchy mentoring. The woman makes a witch cult symbol at her, which Severa isn't quite sure how to interpret. She thinks it might just mean she's pregnant.

And with that, the chapter ends. Now, I've no doubt everyone is wondering where Severa's story will go from here in this volume. The answer is "nowhere". This is the only chapter she's got in the book.

Yep. Told you the editing in this one was worse.
 
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And with that, the chapter ends. Now, I've no doubt everyone is wondering where Severa's story will go from here in this volume. The answer is "nowhere". This is the only chapter she's got in the book.

Yep. Told you the editing in this one was worse.
Bit of Hirsutae Canis, huh?

Query: would you be OK with my trying to start a Worldbuilding thread for the concept of a Crystal Dragon Papal Conclave?
 
Does arming their slaves bite them in the ass?
I'm pretty sure the Romans never went there, and the when the Spartans were desperate enough to do, they didn't arm them as hoplites. Though I'm guessing the Spartans couldn't have even if they wanted to.
 
Does arming their slaves bite them in the ass?
I'm pretty sure the Romans never went there, and the when the Spartans were desperate enough to do, they didn't arm them as hoplites. Though I'm guessing the Spartans couldn't have even if they wanted to.

You'd think so, but remember, Beale is... well, nowhere near as clever as he thinks. The important thing is, we aren't gonna find out in this book.
 
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