Antigone is the heroine Witch of the Woods who learned from the giants, and has a enormous wolf companion as her mother.
Background[]
Antigone was raised by the titan Kreios, who Named her after a different long dead titan, Antigone, Strides-Ever-Unyielding.[1] She was later taught by the Gigantes in general, where she meet first Hanno as he also studied under them.
Antigone's "mother" is a giant wolf named Lykaia, that has the size of a house and occasionally serves as mount for multiple Named at once.
Antigone detests cities and crowds, except for those of the Gigantes.[2]
Book 7[]
Antigone sacrificed herself to help the Grand Alliance defeat a drakon.
Appearance[]
Antigone wears a painted mask of either stone or clay, given to her by the Gigantes, a sign of their favor.[3]
She has long dark hair, green eyes and wears a long green cloak-tunic with sandals on her feet. She looks vaguely Levantine but doesn't know her own origin.
Relationships[]
Hanno: The only human Antigone is known to be close to is Hanno of Arwad, whom she meet while studying under the Gigantes.
Abilities[]
Antigone is a powerful practitioner of Ligurian Sorcery, however she has not crafted a second soul as most Spellsingers do.[4]
She has been taught the ‘ways-of-seeing-the-world’, which allow her to follow the resonance of music such as the Merry Balladeer's.[5]
Because of The Gift of Tongues any being that can understand spoken language will understand her words.[6]
With Dion's Gaze she can see through Illusions.[7]
Gallery[]
References[]
- ↑ Extra Chapters - Colossal I Antigone,” the giant said. “Your name will be Antigone, in honour of another. She who taught without ruling, disdaining the greed of titans and scorning the apathy of grief. Eighteen cities did she found, never once straying from the path she decided on.”
- ↑ Extra Chapters - Winter II Antigone detested cities save for the towering and airy labyrinths of the Gigantes, and as a rule was less than fond of crowds.
- ↑ Book 4 - Interlude: Red the Flowers Antigone, still wearing the face the Gigantes had bestowed upon her. Hanno suspected that of all the host around him, only he understood the significance of that. The favour of the Titans was not lightly earned, and no less terrible than their wroth.
- ↑ Book 4 - Interlude: Sing We Of Rage She did not control it, not the way a spellsinger would have. The Witch had not spent centuries permeating her body with the light of moons and stars, woven a second soul out of sunlight or aligned herself with the celestial spheres. She could not sing hymns to the world and make it dance to her will.
- ↑ Book 6 - Interlude: Flow It was as the White Knight had suspected: the Merry Balladeer’s song did not simply reach ears, it reached souls directly.
In other circumstances that would have been a mere interesting fact, but Antigone had been taught the ‘ways-of-seeing-the-world’ – there was no word in any language knew that accurately translated the word in the tongue of the Gigantes – and that meant she could follow the resonance. The Balladeer’s song, a cheerful ditty from Salamans about a priest and the three goats outsmarting him, marked out every ensouled undead in hearing range for the Witch of the Woods to smash without needing line of sight. - ↑ Book 4 - Interlude: Sing We Of Rage The Gift of Tongues never ceased to invoke wonder in him when so displayed. No man or creature that could understand the spoken word would ever fail to understand his friend.
- ↑ Book 4 - Interlude: Lest Dawn Fall Illusions were allowing him to keep one step ahead. The girl had a working that allowed her to see through them – Dion’s Gaze, he recognized