Steven Erikson: Kallor's origin and the source of his power is never specified, because it is something that has to wait for the appropriate moment. (Q and A with wotmania (2003))

Kallor, Brood's second in command

GotM, Dramatis Personae

'Kallor claimed to have lived through millennia, claimed to have once ruled an empire that he himself had finally destroyed, for reasons he would not reveal. Yet he was not an ascendant – his longevity probably came from alchemies, and was anything but perfect, for his face and body were as ravaged as those of a mortal man who was nearing a century of life. Brood made use of Kallor’s knowledge of tactics, what seemed an instinctive mastery of the sweep and shift of vast campaigns, but for the High King it was clear to all that such contests were but passing games, attended to with distraction and barely veiled disinterest. Kallor commanded no loyalty among the soldiers. Grudging respect was all the man achieved...'

MoI, UK Trade, p.71-2

"He'd last seen that stylized crown on another continent, in an unexpected war against resistance that had been purchased by desperate enemies...What did that bastard call himself? The High King? Kallor...the High King without a kingdom. Thousands of years old, if legends speak true, perhaps tens of thousands. He claimed to have destroyed them by his own hand, destroyed them utterly. Kallor boasted he had made worlds lifeless..."

 

Kallor said: ‘I walked this land when the T’lan Imass

were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred

thousand strong. I have spread the fire of my wrath

across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones.

Do you grasp the meaning of this?’

‘Yes,’ said Caladan Brood, ‘you never learn.’

Conversations of War

(Second in Command Kallor speaking

with Warlord Caladan Brood),

recorded by Outrider Hurlochel, 6th Army

GotM, UK Trade, p.237

 

'A tall grey man...gravelly voice...ancient, lifeless eyes...thin lips'

GotM, UK Trade, p.248

'Tall, gaunt and grey. His full-length surcoat of chain glittered in the morning's diffused light. A plain bastard sword hung from the iron rings of his harness, swinging int time with his heavy steps.'

MoI, Uk mmpb, p.111

K'rul: 'Know this: you, Kallor Eiderann Tes’thesula, shall know mortal life unending. Mortal, in the ravages of age, in the pain of wounds and the anguish of despair. In dreams brought to ruin. In love withered. In the shadow of Death’s spectre, ever a threat to end what you will not relinquish.’

Draconus:'Kallor Eiderann Tes’thesula, you shall never ascend.’

Nightchill: 'Kallor Eiderann Tes’thesula, each time you rise, you shall then fall. All that you achieve shall turn to dust in your hands. As you have wilfully done here, so it shall be in turn visited upon all that you do.’

K'rul: '‘Three voices curse you...It is done.’

MoI, UK Trade, p.15

 

 

 

'He was gaunt, but then, he had always been gaunt. His thin, grey hair was unkempt, drifting out long in his wake. His beard was matted, knotted with filth. His eyes, icy blue, were as feral as any beast of the plain.'

TTH, UK Trade, p.116

 

'But this man was neither dying nor weak. He walked with the stiff purpose characteristic of the mad, the deranged.'

TTH, UK Trade, p.116