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Khelta

  1. Dragonfoe of Khelt Eternal
  2. Glorian of Chandrar
  3. Guardian of the Norrislands
  4. Khelta the Eternal
  5. Monarch of Undeath
  6. Origin of Khelt’s Promise
  7. Queen Khelta the First
  8. Sovereign of Warm Sands
  9. Sovereign Ruler of Khelt
  10. Undeath Queen
Total mentions
362 mentions
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Last mentioned in chapter

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6.55 K “A harsh task. Yours is a nation not given Khelt’s advantages, Quarass. Queen Khelta, who founded my nation, was gifted beyond any who have walked Chandrar’s sands.”
6.55 K “We spoke of the worth of Queen Khelta. Now, let us speak of that of the arrogant boy who calls himself King of Destruction. I have demanded one thing of Reim and its [King]. An oath, sworn by blood, that Flos of Reim shall not attack or imperil Khelt in any way.”
8.26 FK Khelta herself. They always spoke to him.
8.32 Queen Khelta, first of Khelt. With her, seventeen rulers who had defined this nation since. Who could command Khelt’s power, and had kept Chandrar safe.
8.32 “Dark wisdom, Queen Heris. Words have a power of their own and they would make Erin Solstice like one of them. In your time, after Queen Khelta’s death, you made many pacts. In my era, which is second to the present, I suffered not Roshal.”
8.32 The Garuda slashed her claw. Six other rulers nodded. Queen Khelta mused.
8.32 All but Khelta, who was a woman, at varying stages of her life when she chose, but a woman still. She had lived the least of all of them, that founder of their nation.
8.32 Roshal’s masters glared and tried to push harder. Khelta just nodded. She pointed at the ghosts.
8.32 Khelta turned her head without another word, as if she’d just swatted a fly. That alone, that casual disregard, made Cawe love her.
8.32 The Garuda whispered. Khelta’s head turned, and her eyes flashed once. They were startlingly pale white, just a hint of color in them—pale white and merely the hint of brown, though her skin was native to Chandrar.
8.32 Once more Khelta’s head turned. Two jade earrings swung as she looked about.
8.32 She stepped back, and the eighteen rulers of Khelt descended to gather around her. From Khelta to Xierca. They pointed at the statue standing below, in the courtyard. Xierca smiled at last.
8.32 Erin decided she could give it a try. He seemed like a nice guy. She saw Khelta offer her hand.
8.32 He was grinning. Smiling. Even close to laughing. The rulers of Khelt, even great Khelta herself, had spoken to him. It was hazy, yet he could feel their intent. It was a call to arms that rang in his bones, in his soul.
8.32 They all had. All rulers after Khelta the First. Fetohep strode down the palace, each stone enchanted, feeling the might of Khelt slumbering around him. Had they not been put in their throne, assigned to live for as long as possible to protect Khelt? Each ruler built up their treasury, defenses, and…waited. Wait for the moment to unleash all of Khelt’s splendor.