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Realm of Shadow

Meanas is the Warren of Shadow and Illusion, the mortal form of the Elder Warren of Shadow, Kurald Emurlahn. The Realm of Shadow is a confusing place, ever shifting, and the paths within it are littered with various prisoners who beg for mercy from their eternal imprisonment. It is ruled by the Ascendant known as Ammanas or Shadowthrone, and his companion Cotillion, the Patron of Assassins.

Meanas is different from most warrens open to humans in that it was not created from the blood of K'rul. It was formed from a fragment of an Elder Warren prior to K’rul’s sacrifice and originally aspected to the Tiste Edur. It is open to humans only because of the presence of the human king on its throne.

The Throne of Shadow had been unoccupied for millennia after the shattering of Kurald Emurlahn, and the entire Warren is said to now be human-aspected due to the Throne being occupied by Ammanas, who was once the mortal man Kellanved, the Malazan Emperor.

Along with Shadowthrone and Cotillion, there were also seven Hounds of Shadow, though two are believed to have become imprisoned in the sword Dragnipur in Gardens of the Moon.

Cotillion and Shadowthrone and outsiders see the realm as shadows with it being nearly barren. The children, Apt, and the Hounds see a landscape with a variety of flora and fauna.

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