The Book of Water: The Marriage of the Slave King
A Story by TalonMach5
Intermission
The fire warming them had become slowly dying coals that glowed dimly in the dark night, while the luminous moon overhead was being threatened by the approaching dawn. Wrapped snugly in the folds of his cloak, the tiny filly had fallen asleep hours ago, while his unicorn guest yawned heavily at his feet. His burning eyes considered her carefully as he stood up, and added more wood to the dying fire. Placing a few logs atop the glowing coals, he knelt down and breathed life back into the flames, as the starving fire greedily devoured the wood. Satisfied that the fire would burn a little while longer, he returned to his seat beside his daughter, pulled out a flask from his satchel, and drinking from it deeply. Sitting in silence, he poked the fire with a stick.
His guest looked at him impatiently as he said nothing. “Well?” she softly said, so as not to wake Little Bleu.
“Well what?” he replied, not paying her any mind.
She was unsure what to say, on the one hoof he was quite fearsome, and she didn’t want to offend him. But on the other hoof, she had to know what happened next. “Surely, that can’t be the end of the story?” she asked, hoping that he would continue telling his tale.
“Why not?” he said, poking at the coals as the blue smoke from their shared campfire rose above their heads. “It’s my story. I started it, and I ended it.”
“But what about the ending?” she whined. “The Great and Powerful Trixie, must know what happened to everypony.”
“They mostly died,” he said, stroking his beard absentmindedly.
“But Princess Celestia raises the sun every morning, and the moon every night,” she said, objecting to his tacked on ending.
“She raises the moon does she?” he said, with a hint of skepticism in his voice. “Well not everyone died, there were a few notable exceptions.”
“Trixie, must know how the story ends!” she said, nearly begging him to agree to finish recounting his story.
“Hmm,” he mused, looking into the flames once more.
She wracked her mind, trying to figure out some way to convince him to finish telling the story. With such knowledge at her disposal, she could easily revitalize her struggling career as an entertainer. “Trixie wishes to travel with you,” she said, hoping to hear the remainder of the story later.
“That’s out of the question,” he replied, giving her a dour look. “Where I’m headed, isn’t fit for ponies.”
“But what about your daughter?” she asked, pointing her hoof at the sleeping filly. “Surely if it’s safe enough for her, it’ll prove no problem for The Great and Powerful Trixie. Trixie has vanquished the dreaded Ursa Major after all.”
When he heard her boastful claim, he released a deep chuckle. “Little pony, leave this place,” he said, pointing towards the thicket. “Tartarus knows what’ll happen, if she ever got her hooves ahold of you.”
“Who is it?” Trixie asked with morbid curiosity.
“None of your concern, pony,” he replied, placing a hand protectively on the foal sleeping beside him.
Trixie saw a flicker of fear reflected in his eyes, and felt unsettled. What could ever make a being like this feel fear, surely his power rivaled Celestia’s? But a desire to hear the rest of his story beckoned to her, and she made her choice. “You need somepony to watch after Little Bleu,” she pointed out, hoping to appeal to his parental instincts.
When he heard her offer, he glanced at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the flames burning before him. “What makes you think, I’d trust you with her safety?” he retorted, taking another drink from his flask.
“Trixie thinks you have few other options,” she replied, looking up at him hopefully.
Standing up, he walked towards her, knelt down, and looked her dead in the eye. “My daughter is all I have left of her,” he said, staring into her soul with his flaming green eyes. “Should anything happen to her…”
When she heard him speak, he sounded like a stallion whose reason for being was held aloft by a single thread, and that thread happened to be his daughter. In his eyes there was a desperation that simultaneously filled her with both pity and terror. Pity for the fear that seemed to grip him regarding her safety, and terror for what he might do if something happened to her.
“Trixie… Uh, I mean, I understand,” she stammered, nervously backing away from him.
Standing up, he stroked his beard, and turned to watch his sleeping daughter. “I hope for your sake that you do,” he said, balling his metal hand into a fist. “You may accompany us if you choose. And you must swear to obey me in all things during our travels together.”
“Trixie swears it,” she said, pleased that she was being allowed to join him on his travels.
“Very well,” he said, picking up the sleeping foal, and carrying her in his arm. Looking towards the setting moon, his eyes flared, extinguishing the fire. “The dawn is upon us, we’re leaving.”
When she saw him walking towards the bramble thicket, she shivered, afraid of the timberwolves that were probably lying in wait. Sensing her hesitation, he frowned at her. “Trixie was nearly eaten by timberwolves before finding your fire,” she confessed, feeling trepidation about leaving the relative safety of thicket behind.
“Traveling with me, you have nothing to fear from the forest,” he told her, as he approached the massive brambles blocking their path.
“Trixie entered through here,” she said, pointing a hoof towards a small opening between the thorny vines of the thicket. “Trixie does not know if you will fit.”
He gave her an annoyed look suggesting that he thought her suggestion was absurd. Instead, he walked right into where the thicket was the thickest. Her eyes went wide when she saw the brambles part for him, as if he was walking through water. Turning towards her, he gestured that she follow after him. Once they had left the brambles behind them, her eyes went wide with fear when she saw the glowing green eyes of dozens of timberwolves glaring at her from the dense underbrush of the forest.
When he saw her panicked expression, he stood in front of her. Behind his scarred and muscled legs, and bare feet, she felt safe and protected. She didn’t know why, but the fear she’d felt earlier was slipping away. He strode forward, placing one foot in front of the other, paying no mind to the great beasts on either side of them. Neither he nor the timberwolves made a whisper, only the sounds of the leaves crunching beneath her hooves could be heard.
By now they were a good distance away from the safety of the thicket, and the timberwolves had surrounded them. Had she been alone, she was sure that she would’ve been devoured almost immediately. However, they seemed to be paying her little if any heed. Instead, every pair of eyes were trained on the wayfarer guiding her path. She wondered what sort of creature he was, who so easily tamed the ferocious wild beasts of the Everfree forest. But before she could ponder the question further, she saw him stop, as if he were waiting for something or somepony.
She felt the ground shaking beneath her hooves, and huddled under his legs and cloak in fear at what she saw. Breaking through the towering foliage and canopy of the forest, was what had to be the largest timberwolf in existence. Entire trees had been bound and twisted together to make its great legs, and it seemed as if its body was made from enough wood to construct nearly a dozen villages. She stood stock still, as she breathed hard in either fear or anticipation, while wrinkling her nose in displeasure at the foul stench of its rotting swamp breath.
The towering giant walked towards them, lowered its head, and breathed in their scents heavily. After a minute, the massive timberwolf lowered its head to the wayfarer as a token of respect.
He bowed his head slightly in return, and reached out to touch the timberwolf with his metal hand. “My apologies for my absence these past few decades, Fenris,” he said, patting its massive wooden muzzle. “But I had to prepare for her return.”
Fenris let out a low growl, and looked down at Trixie questioningly. But the wayfarer shook his head.
“She has the Earth’s protection, Fenris,” he said, looking at the dozens of timberwolves that had surrounded them. “I trust your children will remember that in their hunting.”
She thought she could almost make out a smile on the great timberwolf’s wooden maw, as she saw Fenris looking down at them.
“You’re correct,” he said. “The long night is nearly upon us. She’ll return to us on the eve of the Summer Solstice.”
Fenris gave him a hard expectant look. When he didn’t respond, the wayfarer returned his hardened look with a steely look of his own.
“You’re free to choose your own side, Fenris,” he said, looking down at Little Bleu who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. “I’ll not fault you for looking out for the interests of you and yours. But she’s family, and I won’t abandon her a second time.”
Fenris whined, as he pawed the earth beneath his wooden paw. The other timberwolves sensing their sire’s agitation, whimpered sympathetically.
“You needn’t worry for their safety, Fenris,” he said, wearing a wry smile. “The Earth remembers its own, and is generous to those who have been faithful. Whatever happens in two days, I promise that you and your kin will be protected from her wrath.”
The aged patriarch of the timberwolves shook his head appreciatively, before bowing his head once more in respect.
“Thank you, Fenris,” he replied, looking up at the setting moon and the dark silhouette of a mare’s head gracing its surface. “Tartarus knows I’ve missed her badly.”
Looking up at the moon, Fenris pulled back his head and released a deep howl that shook the earth. In response to their elder’s call, each timberwolf in turn released a howl of its own.
“I’ll give her your regards, when I see her next,” he said, as Fenris and his kin retreated into the dense thicket surrounding them. Within minutes the ancient forest had swallowed them whole, making them disappear from sight.
Once Fenris and all his timberwolves had melted into the foliage to head for paths unknown, Trixie looked up at Little Bleu’s father in amazement. Who was this wayfarer, that he could converse with such a creature and command its respect? Though tales had long been told of Fenris, the wild spirit of the Everfree Forest, she’d always thought them nothing but old mare’s tales. But having seen the spirit with her own eyes, she’d become a believer and wondered how many of the other old stories were true as well.
As she pondered those thoughts, she began recognizing some of her surroundings. Several of the trees looked very familiar to her. When they walked past a large clump of bushes, she discovered why. Stuck deep inside a mud pit, was her caravan.
“Your wagon seems to be rather stuck,” he nonchalantly said, pointing towards her rear axle.
“Trixie was unable to pull it free by herself,” she said, looking up at him hopefully. “Would you assist Trixie in freeing her caravan?”
“Yes, I will,” he said, placing his sleeping daughter on the ground. “Little Bleu is a good filly, and hasn’t complained once about our journey. But I know she’d enjoy riding the rest of the way to our destination.”
Then before she could offer to pull out her winch and chain, she looked on in amazement as he picked up the large caravan with his bare hands. She was surprised when she saw that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, or straining under its weight. Holding it against his chest, he carried the caravan away from the mud pit and moved it to the road, as if it were nothing more than an empty barrel of cider. She didn’t know what to say, what might have taken at least four strong stallions a good fifteen minutes to free, had taken him less than a minute to lift out of the mud and move to the side of the road.
Looking down at Little Bleu, Trixie was amazed the filly was still asleep. Even the bone chilling howls of the timberwolves had failed waking her. Her father looked down at her fondly, before picking her up and placing her inside the caravan. Turning to look at Trixie, he motioned with his metal hand for her to enter as well.
She looked at him questioningly, he was much too large to fit inside. Seeing her look of concern, he shook his head. “I shall walk,” he said, stroking his greying beard thoughtfully.
Climbing inside the caravan, she stepped carefully past Little Bleu so as not to wake the sleeping filly and invoke her father’s wrath. Poking her head out of the caravan’s door, she lit her horn and filled its wheels with magic. “So where are we going?” she asked, hoping that he’d lead them out of the Everfree rather than deeper inside it.
When he heard the question, his eyes looked into the distance, as if they were trying to pierce the mists of the long forgotten past. “Forward,” he said, either unwilling or unable to answer her question.
Trixie said nothing, instead willing her magic to make the caravan move forward, following after his him. Deciding she’d get no further answers from him, she decided to bide her time until an opportunity presented itself to her.
To be continued, in The Book of Water: The Heart of Winter
Good way to end this one. Look forward to the next. Are you going to link it from this story?
2816262 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, yes i will link it like I did the previous story. Additionally I'll probably toss in an addendum.
I'm surprised she hasn't put two and two together. At least she's figured out that this guy isn't to be messed with in any way.
2816313 Thanks for your comments gentlereader, I'll leave it to a combination of exhaustion and slight fear of him.
2816364 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, I'm breaking up The Book of Water into two or three parts so as not to be too intimidating for new readers. Plus it seemed like a good spot to end things, the Slave King got married to Luna, and now there's a quest that Melody has to embark on.The Book of Fire will focus on humanity discovering Equestria, and how the Slave King decides to react to them.
2816390 Well without giving too much away, the basic setting of the story will be Steampunk Equestria, set about a hundred years after the show ended (about 1100 years after the events depicted in The Book of Water). Humanity has for the most part exhausted Earth's natural resources, and has engaged in some space exploration. Unfortunately faster then light technology is beyond them, and though space has offered some relief in humanities demands for resources, their tech isn't good enough to allow full scale exploitation.
Looking for alternatives, human scientists discover trans-dimensional technology, and Equestria. Doing some investigation of their discovery, It turns out that arcanum is a type of superconducting metal (ala unobtanium what have you etc.) due to its magical absorbing capabilities. Unfortunately, its also unique to Equestria, and can't be found in their solar system. The metal is extremely valuable, and very few are willing to trade with the humans, due to how poorly everyone views wayfarers.
Humanity, desperate to get their hands on arcanum ore, decides to gain the aid of certain gods who might be willing to side with them for the right price. Meanwhile the Slave King, the source of arcanum is totally unwilling to deal with them, due to only being able to make so much every year, and unwilling to short the rest of the pantheon in order to appease the humans. Meanwhile the unmentionable one is out making trouble once again, and is taking advantage of the situation.
But there you go, a synopsis of The Book of Fire. I can't say much more without giving away the entire book before its been written.
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So Avatar, but with no cat blue cat people. Unless Equestria does have cat people.
2816473 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, well sort of along those lines. The arcanum bit is just the initial reason for the hostilities between the pantheon and the humans. Humanity seems to think themselves as equals to the gods, and a majority of them don't approve of mortals acting so high and mighty. But suffice it to say Equestria has what they want, and for the most part aren't willing to part with it.
(Comes back after being unactive for a few weeks) Holy crap! There is so much i have to read.
right now i completly undestand trixie....i neeed to know the end
Welp i just read that all in 4 hours...... That was freaking awsome i cant believe how long you plan on making this!
HA I knew it the slave king and luna make baby lil blue and luna will be prego with lil blue and king falls in love with luna yay?
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Lol, feeling a little out of it I guess? I've had my fair share of massive readings...
2817653 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, unfortunately like Trixie, you must wait for the rest of the tale to be told. Hopefully it won;t be too long for you.
2817905 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, hopefully you found it an entertaining four hours. Yeah I was originally only planning on having the Book of Water be 250k words at max, since The Great Slave King was less then 200k. But the story ballooned beyond what I planned for, so the second and third arcs will be in their own book or share depending on their size.
2817929 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, that's an interesting theory you have. However I won't confirm nor deny it. You'll have to wait for the story to be told, to find out the truth about Little Bleu's resurrection, and whether the Slave King ever returns Luna's affections.
This story is better than most of the books I've read, I can't wait for the next part.
It pains me that I can give only one like (almost broke my mouse in an attempt to give more)
Keep it up (not that I think you won't, but just to be on the save side ; )
“Traveling with me, you have nothing to from the forest,”
Should be you have nothing to fear from the forest
He gave her an annoyed look suggesting that he thought her suggestion
Should be "He gave her an annoyed look suggesting what he thought of her suggestion". Probably no need for the ", was absurd" part at the end of the sentence, as it is implied.
I look forward to the next book!
2818326 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, once I've released a few more chapters of my neglected stories I'll start writing the second arc for The Book of Water.
2818668 I just know I'm going to get a bunch of down votes for casting humanity as the villains in the Book of Fire. Hopefully my readers won't write it off for what I think might happen if that scenario ever played out.
2819518 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, looks like I'm doing better this chapter, far few errors for you to find. I'm also looking forward to your future comments.
2820991 I meant the humanity fuck yeah crowd. They're the one that get all bent out of shape when humans don't instantly chew bubblegum and kick ass no matter what (basically the people that get their panties in a twist over Conversion Bureau). No, if you notice I make all my characters as fully fleshed out as possible. So even the villains have their reasons. A majority of humanities wars are actually due to resource scarcity or control, so I can easily see humans wanting to take a large slice of the pie for themselves, besides everyone knows there's no such thing as gods. Celestia and the pantheon must be manipulating the rest, so its our duty to bring them freedom, democracy, and capitalism, in the form of the many products our fine corporations make.
well, where I come from the 'humanity fuck yeah crowd' is almost nonexistent.
So I don't realy care about that. I rather like it.
hmm...better get a hold of myself before I start clicking that 'like' button again.
2821438 LOL, I know about them cause of the conversion bureau stuff I've written. Trying to wrap my mind around the characters after abandoning them for nearly eleven months is hard you know. Oh, you like the plot I outlined? I plan on having the Slave King warn the others that humanity shouldn't be trusted, as Celestia tries to find a peaceful solution to the friction between the two worlds, and Lord Ouroboros seeing his opportunity to rid himself of the thorn at his side once and for all.
2821571 Well reality for the Equestrian's isn't the same as for humanity. For all intents and purposes their domains make up the Universe as we understand it. Additionally, their physical forms aren't what we see in the material plane, you have to go to the spirit realm to see them as they truly are. In comparison, humans are only playing in the sandbox, while the pantheon made the sandbox. If the pantheon really wanted to, they could create a universe like ours, but to them it would be counterproductive. They can simply increase the size of their domains if need be, which would most likely require a moot.
The anticipation is killing me.
I mean that literally, it's beating me with a stick.
HELP!!
but seriously, you're making me more excited for a new chapter than I am for rome 2 total war
ah cant wait for the next book
2914645 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, I look forward to reading your thoughts on the remaining chapters. Was under the impression you found my story wanting.
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Yeah, I was only joking with that comment, hence my self depreciation with referring to readers (including myself) as barbarians. But maybe you got that and were just making a wider and valid point. It's hard to judge these things online.
I don't have much tolerance for bad things happening "just because" or because they've picked up the Idiot Ball, and it's a sign of poor writing which this thankfully averts.
2821026 I have my own problems with the Conversion Bureau, though not the humanity problem.
More, the sheer arrogance of conversion 'for the greater good'.
That phrase is one of the most chilling that has ever been uttered as an excuse for atrocity and tyranny.
To impose one's own phsyical form on the life in another realm is, I should think, the most wicked form of tyranny one could ever conceive of, moreso than simply killing them, as any murderous thug could think of that.
I would oppose The Conversion Bureau on that basis no matter what world they were transforming into ponies.
Except the Daleks. They're assholes and deserve to be ponies. Maybe the Time Lords too.. they kinda did try to destroy all of existence as well. Ok, those two can be ponified, but only cuz they tried to exterminate all the life in the universe first.
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Emotions are nothing but an interesting distraction that can change all and none plans that are made.
Love, hope, trust, faith are my strongest poisons that I use to kill all my enemies, even if they were my friends of my family.
Hatred, sadness, depression, loss are my strongest shields since being a coward myself I always use others to injure those who injured me but way harder than they have injured me.
Loyalty is my greatest disguise that can be used by any and all since the only person all should be loyal to is who they want to be loyal to, I am loyal only to me and me alone and yet I've never betrayed anyone.
3326911 Thank you for your edits gentlereader, dragon-halfs is the correct form of spelling for the plural of that tribe of beastfolk.
3327206 Gunhilde becomes much more developed as the story progresses. Though a secondary character, her role becomes greater in later chapters, and in the sequel to this story.
3419891 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, the beast folk tribes are the half-human, half-<insert native Equestrian race> offspring of the Slave King and his various lovers, trysts, and in some cases one night stands.
The feathered folk are the result of the union between Lady Suzaku and the Slave King. The half phoenix hybrids inherited their feathers, wings, and great beauty from their mother, and their dexterous hands, bipedal frames, and sly cunning from their father. While most of the feathered folk tribe were spawned via the mingling of their parents divinity, only Aria, Melody, and Harmony were truly born from their mother. Currently the feathered folk tribe stands at about fifty strong, and with only a few exceptions are entirely female. Because of the grudge Lord Ouroboros holds for the Slave King, the entirety of the tribe resides within the Earth Domain's capital, the Neo Vale.
The kolbold tribe, are the diamond dog variant of the beast folk. Ever since his ascension, many a diamond dog bitch have lusted after who they consider their great alpha, the Slave King. Usually he spurned their many advances, but from time either due to wearing him down, like his divine lovers before them, the Slave King would either give into their numerous petitions to be bred by him, or used their boons and tokens to claim breeding rights with him. As the most numerous of all the beast folk, the kolbolds are as diverse as the many clans that make up the diamond dog race. Strong, hardy, and intelligent, the kolbolds are nearly fanatically loyal to their king. However, since their creation, many traditionalists among the diamond dogs are wary and envious of their beast folk cousins.
In order to ease tensions between his progeny and the rest (among other reasons), the Slave King created the Beast Folk Enclave, a place of refuge, where the beast folk tribes can live apart from their envious kin. Though not all kolbolds choose to live in the enclave, many live in the capital and elsewhere, and even a choice few adventurous kobolds have sought their fortunes outside the Slave King's domain in Central Equestria and beyond. Unlike the other beast folk tribes, because their mothers were all mortal, almost without exception their magic is much weaker then their other kin.
The griffin-half tribe is unique, in that it currently consists of only one member. Dawson, of the Golden Eyrie, has lived his entire life with his mother Lady Zephyr, and longed for the day he could present himself to his father, to be at his side. Unfortunately for Dawson, the Slave King's policy regarding his offspring, is to ignore and outright deny his involvement in their creation. When pressed for an answer, his reply is always, "I have no children". Due to their rarity, the griffin-half tribe isn't recognized or by the enclave. In fact only rumors are whispered of their supposed existence. As far as his mother is concerned, the Lady of Air desires her son to stay with her in the Domain of Air, and has forbidden Dawson from living the safety of its borders. However as adolescents are prone to rebellion, Dawson is no different, and longs to prove himself to his farther, and one day lead the 'Order of the Shadow'.
Amongst all the tribes, the creation of the dragon-halfs is the most unusual. About a dozen years prior to the story, Lord Ouroboros awoke from the torpor that had claimed him from their previous battle. still furious over the loss of his eye, and the events of the last moot, the Fire Tyrant demanded unfettered access into the Slave King's domain to satisfy his lust for gems and metals. Of course the Slave King outright rejected his demands, and swore that as long as he still drew breath, the Domain of Earth would never yield to his petty threats. Enraged at being denied, Lord Ouroboros issued the rite of combat to the Slave King for access. Never one to walk away from a challenge, he agreed to face him in the desolate land the separated their domains from one another.
When the Slave King arrived at the appointed place and time, he found his nemesis lying in wait for him. With the fury of his leathery wings, strong broad tail, nearly impenetrable scales, and fiery breath, did the Fire Tyrant meet the Slave King and did battle. For three blistering hot days, and three freezing cold nights, the lords of Fire and Earth struggled for dominance over the other. Lord Ouroboros had thought the much younger deity would be easy prey, but found to his great disappointment that his foe was even more cunning and skilled then before. Unprepared, and still weak from the great wounds he'd received during their last encounter, the Fire Tyrant discovered he'd overestimated his own strength, and the Slave King's resolve. When their titanic struggle finally came to an end, both lords fell to the earth, totally exhausted and spent.
When the Slave King returned victorious, he had a a large number of dragon-half whelps in tow. Placing them in the care of his daughters Aria, Melody, and Harmony, the dragon-halfs grew strong and wise under their care. Now fully grown, the dragon-half tribe works in the Slave King's manufactorium building all sorts of exotic and wonderful machines for their liege. Like the feathered folk, the dragon-half tribe are mostly female, with a few notable exceptions, like their leader Ignatius, the forge master. Forever grateful to the Slave King for adopting them when noscale else would offer them protection, the dragon-halfs are counted amongst his most devoted followers (nearly to the point of reverence).
Greatly muscled, and standing even taller then the Slave King himself, the dragon-halfs are the strongest tribe. Covered in scales of every hue imaginable, each of possess potent fiery breath and a mastery over the same element. While also possessing an affinity for metalwork and gem carving thanks to their dexterous hands and nimble claws. Though there is much speculation regarding the secret of their origins, neither the Slave King nor Lord Ouroboros have been willing to comment. The rumors about what happened between them, range from them spawning from their split blood mingling together, to the Slave King and the Fire Tyrant instead of being enemies, secretly being lovers, and the dragon-halfs were merely the result of one of their many trysts together.
Eventually there may be additional beast folk tribes added to their number, for it's rumored that many amongst the pantheon lust after the Slave King for the wealth, power, and prestige being his lover or even spouse could bring.
3432870 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, I've written it so that the more diverse the creature is from the original changeling the more difficult it is to become (possibly causing physical harm to the changeling or even death, if they attempt something too ambitious.) While a changeling can assume the physical characteristics of the entity they are copying, things like meta physical abilities are beyond that. So while a changeling might be able to copy the Slave King it wouldn't have any of his divine powers. But copying a windigo would allow it to have access to any physical abilities. In this particular case, the changeling Bazzt Zzzt is extremely skilled for a changeling (just below a queen in fact). Most other changelings would find the feats he's capable of beyond them. Hopefully that answers your question.
I have now read, liked and faved the first book.
There was a too much non human PoV for my tastes but it was pretty good all around. Whelp, now on to the second book
3488469 Thank you for your comments gentlereader, then you will be pleasantly surprised. The Slave King features heavily in this book. I hope you find this tale as enjoyable as the first.
3488557 Btw, I was wondering. Do you have any plans on entertaining the idea that Slave King could get as much enriched uranium(U-235) as he wanted to with his earth powers(In the next book I mean)?
Or have you already thought about it and discarded the idea due to it would be insanely OP when comparing to the other "gods"?
3488657 Gentlereader, just because the Slave King has the ability to create the material to make a nuke, doesn't necessarily mean he'd have the knowledge to build one. Besides the power the Pantheon possess makes a nuke look tame by comparison. I actually had this conversation with a reader around like chapter ten or so. If you'll look at the comments you can see the discussion there.
Best story series