Mathangi meets the Destroyer
Do I smell more juicy backstory?
Would that I had a heart, that I could tell it to cease its errant beating at the sight of such a master. Alas! I can not help but fan”boy” all over the place.
My heart has grown monstrous and strong pumping the 24 carat liquid gold that now fills my veins, and yet even its augmented, metal-encrusted ventricles are tested by this scene. I think I felt one of the pistons in my right atrium snap. I’ll need to pay a couple thousand Guilders to get it replaced…
Did Mathangi’s mother really use less pepper?
It’s either debatable or outright false.
Many sectarian wars were fought over this debate in later millennia.
It may be true as well. Only the statements about fighting must be either.
Young Mathangi looks so …. Innocent.
She is *shockingly* cute. Who knew someone so adorable would end up the conqueror of 50, 000 worlds?
She reminds me of Nyave.
I thought she was, at first.
Panel five is magnificent.
Whorff says language changes thought.
I say seeing changes reality.
Naming a form becomes its entirety.
Sapir sentimentality is hard to find. Despite your most earnest naming and diligent seeing, the emperor still has no clothes. Observe the false divide between the perceiver and reality. Causality between a thing and itself is meaningless. Heal this divide as those who seek the hidden name of god do. Simply be.
Of course, there is the truth of things.
This very volume had a parable (giant, and ant).
I regret never being a fan of Hegel.
My philosophy has been gained through practicality, the school of what is effective in inter-being relationships. It is a delight to hear of such a learned man who shares so much of my understanding. Your verse has enriched my understanding and my practice
Ah, but language shapes what you can imagine seeing something as, and consequently what to name it.
Worf also said that prune juice is a warrior’s drink. People say lots of things.
Haha! I would be so amused by a linguistic seminar given by mr. Worf. Almost as much as i would be with combat training by Troy, or lessons in love by Data.
Noble Skeptic, you should know.
I saw your complement from months ago.
Had I cheeks, you’d see them glow.
Such literal narcissism, to think you can make the universe as small as your dictionary!
The Lioness in her den!
Living hunched over in a pot like that can’t be good for her spine…
Snakes don’t get sore when they curl up in their hides, nor do cats suffer for lounging anywhere they please. (Except in my chair, if I forget to look before sitting down…)
Mathangi’s body is a tool for cutting, which requires a good deal of flexibility, given people’s nasty habit of attacking from the side of your body that isn’t holding pointy things. I reckon that very little could damage dear Auntie’s joints, at this point.
Oh fuck yes, more backstory.
Tfw you’re a weak human and must fake having a leystone with paint
That’s the last woman I’d call weak. She looks like she has Death in a headlock and is furiously pummeling it.
I’m speaking about Maya, in case it wasn’t clear
I assumed they meant the other one.
You’d still tap that wouldn’t you. You perv.
If that fight was recent I can see why she won.
…I also don’t need that mental image. :l
tch. as if a true master would need a leystone.. think beyond the 7, you fool
Even the Conquering King had a leystone so your argument is invalid
Zoss tore a path into the gates of Heaven BEFORE he slaughtered the Prime angels, and even that was before he collected the secret names of God and created the Keys of Kings.
Somehow people here keep thinking leystones are Keys of King.
The degeneracy of Throne is astonishing
She most likely lifted herself above the concerns of her body in a douglas adams , “flying by avoiding the ground” , sort of way honestly.
My little swordmaster can’t be this cute!
We have a winner!
My little swordmaster,
My little swordmaster,
Ahh ahh ahh ahhh…
I used to wonder what Cutting could be,
Until Auntie shared it’s magic with me!
Big adventure! Tons of !!Fun!!
A beautiful Heart! Faithful and strong!
Slaying Angels! It’s an awesome feat!
You have My Little Royal.
Do you know you’re all my bloody vic-tims~!
Bolos, machetes, khukuris, and hatchets,
Shotels, stilettos, and sickles and smachets,
Tactical tantos with hilts wrapped in string –
These are a few of my favourite things!
Balisongs and mambeles with multiple blades,
Urumis, karambits, and sharp, shiny glaives,
Puukkos and chakrams with well-sharpened rings –
These are a few of my favourite things
Glaswegian smiles for rank double-crossers,
Hacking the tails off counterfeit tossers,
Whittling horns down until the narc sings –
Thats what I do with my favourite things!
Ugly pieces of metal for idiots. Two for one for preferred customers!
I am quite puzzled to see Meti without a leystone. I thought they were a requirment for channeling one’s power to Cut.
as a feather is required for an elephant to fly.
While completely accurate, less of that talk, if you please; some of us have year-end sales targets to meet.
As a graduate of Mammon University with a minor in macroeconomics, I can concur; the elephant feather industry is vital to the economy of several world-clusters, including the one that I currently preside over, so I would appreciate it if you would not use your words to destabilize nations, wise Healer. You know what the contract says about destabilizing the economy and it rhymes with “Horn Knights”
The only requirement for cutting is the will to Cut.
That is not an unreasonable assumption, but it cannot be so.
The first masters of the multiverse Cut their way to Throne before any such things were concieved. The Keys of Kings and, to a far lesser degree, the ley stones, brought others up to similar levels of power. Though admittedly, I don’t know which of the two came first.
Helpful, but not required. The same can be said of blades.
the act of cutting
far precedes keys
cutting defines royalty
cause and consequence
Certainly, they are useful for amplifying one’s power, but I imagine that for Royalty, such a tool is unnecessary.
The leystones are required for the magicks of the demiurges. To Cut, one merely requires sufficient training, and the Will to wield it.
Oooh, origin story!
I love her already.
We all need to learn to fight somewhere. Usually you should seek out the oldest and most decrepid warrior you can find, for they must be very good at it to have lived that long. I myself learned the art of the sword from an old thane that had lost both hands, was blind in one-eye and half blind in the other and had his tongue ripped out by wolves. He liked to tie blades to the stumps of his arms and seek out his foes by the sound of their anguished screams.
Either that, or they were exemplary at running away and hiding. This is also a valuable skill to learn.
As the sage Pratchett commented about one of his familiars (I paraphrase): Being a barbarian is a rather dangerous occupation, what with all the people violently objecting to your pillage and rapine. Cohen the Barbarian and his Silver Horde have survived in this profession to become very, very old. Do not take them lightly.
whether 100 or 10,000 is not the point, the point is she yet lives while they are undoubtedly dust.
Don’t give money to the dead.
city ordnance is quite strict
those who cross it must be quick
or beware the wrath of aeons’ whip
The elders say that all things are YISUN.
The priestesses believe that YISUN committed holy suicide.
The philosophers state that the Holy Suicide was the death of YISUN
The shamans tell that all people are a part of a whole.
I know that I am a person
Though my flesh is of marble micro-engraved with statements of value
And my blood is liquid gold
And my heart is an internal combustion engine
And so I am part of this whole.
And I am a part of YISUN
Who is dead.
All things are YISUN.
I am YISUN.
I am all things.
All things are dead.
I am dead.
Is this why nobody gives me money when I ask them on the street?
Huh. That certainly is a barrel in the marketplace. Was expecting Maya to be less… literal?
Actually I don’t know what I was expecting.
Noodles, but no liquor? Mathangi, you’re not doing yourself any favors if you want Meti’s favor.
Noodles, but no liquor? Mathangi, you’re not doing yourself any favors if you want to win Meti’s favor.
Liquor is a useless liquid, like the sword is a useless bit of metal. Proof of such is in watering down the water of life with plain water and seeing fools drink themselves merry in nothing.
Wait? Are you cutting sobriety with the drink of maybe
Flemth voice. Flemeth voice in my head for old granny nude swordmaster.
Off the ship, barreling into backstory…
As my esteemed master once remarked, “OH SHIT, YO!”
I identify with that tiny bearded devil.
Me too, he’s the best.
Beware the tiny, bearded ones. Allison – she who cut down Enemy #6 and her tree – learned this the hard way within the Void, and only through her mastery of the bottle did she escape to remember this underestimation.
Diogenes of Sinope lived in a barrel, for he was in no need of other.
His only useful tool was a wooden bowl, and when he saw a child palm his hands to drink water he ousted “What fool I have been! To carry such useless items!”
He would walk the streets with a light lantern at day, “What fool you are, Diogenes! There is no need for light during the day!”: “You idiots, I am in need of light, I am searching for the unscrupulous man, yet he is nowhere to be found.”
Once, Alexander the Great came upon Diogenes, Diogenes was sitting naked in the sunlight and Alexander came upon him; Standing in the sunlight giving shade to Diogenes as to bring attention to himself.
“I, Alexander the Great, conqueror of all of civilization, King of Macedonia, Ruler of all of Greece, what can I, bestow or help you, Diogenes, with?”
“You can stop blocking my sun!” Shouted Diogenes rudely.
“If I could be anything but Alexander, son of Gods, on this Earth, I would choose to be Diogenes”. Said Alexander.
Ergo, this Aunt is probably one prophetic badass.
You forgot Diogenes’ alleged reply to Alexander: “If I could be anything but Diogenes, I would also choose to be Diogenes!”
Have you read the known fragments of Meti’s Sword Manual?
It is sublime.
you forgot the one with the archer
he sat down in front of his target
to remain out of harm’s way
i kinda miss his antics
Aw shit, here we go. A little backstory with itty bitty Maya.
Mentor, or champion? Whyfor inquire the Advisor of the Destroyer?
I greatly approve of this! To see the story of the cleaving woman, this pleases me greatly.
Trade in its most primal form.
Give the old food. In exchange they will scare the hell out of you.
Yep, Meti is definitely Diogenes. Is she gonna throw away the bowl when she sees someone using their hands to eat?
My headcannon is that the signs aren’t translatable, even to their owners. “The noodle shop? Yeah, that’s the one with red text on a blue circle. First letter looks sorta like a horse.”
So, it’s an ideograph, more than actual writing?
like a men’s room sign.
Not even that, though it might evolve into one.
Dear Abbadon…. no you won’t
Three-quarters of those signs would not be translatable even if you rendered the words on them in English.
No scabbard holds it,
This blade, weary of glory.
It cuts all the same.
None the different, it heals
fresh from loss, that shield
Released by all
And Now For Something Completely Different . . .
The tale of how, exactly, Mathangi ten Meti Mantra became the apprentice of Meti the Destroyer is the stuff of legend. But now, NOW we will finally know what happened.
I suppose the arrival of the Rising King and her companions to Throne will have to wait, fascinating though it is.
A mind is as an anthill, a thousand thousand aimless scurriers which, by their stumbling, push each other into action.
A colony of only purposeful soldiers is very dangerous, yet makes a poor anthill.
I’ve come to suspect Maya, as a fellow student of Royalty, will be one of Allison’s greatest obstacles on her path to godhood.
So now we jump to auntie Maya?
I see Meti is also a gourmand when it comes to noodles.
This marketplace scene is amazing and Baby Maya is adorable!
In my observations of the various beggars in the world, I have noticed several classes of vagabonds. Some, such as in my own arboreal homeland, are simple hermits; the cities, by contrast, are often those who are simply insane, unlucky, or simply quite poor. However, true mendicants, fettered but unbound, are found everywhere, and I personally find that quite terrifying.
I can already see Mathangi teaching Alice swing that stolen big sword of hers
Liberated spoil of war.
O! to the great destroyer
Some days I wish I was powerful enough to live in a barrel in the market without being kicked out. Alas, not all of us are Meti.
That tiny little bearded Red Devil… is that Vladok?
should this not be 2-17?
Fight one man or one million, the only difference is scale.
Fighting hunger is altogether more frustrating, since it can only be fought by surrendering to it.
As abstract concepts go, it is remarkably smug about it.
I like this new character instantly. Great introduction.
Staying in this crappy motel in getting expensive. Maybe I should take to a barrel in the marketplace.
Methinks, perhaps, that a parallel is being drawn here.
Or maybe a square. One is confused by ambiguity of this nature.
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