King of Swords 4-35 (HOME)
Chapter: 4
There are thirty or so homes of this kind in the god’s corpse. Allison and her compatriots managed to acquire it by spending the last of their guilders robbed from the bank of Mammon. The merchant who they bought it from was understandably furious when the value of the guilder crashed not a few days later due to an enormous, never-ending fountain of them pouring out from Mammon’s ruptured vault. His fury was subsided somewhat when Princess german suplexed one of his bodyguards into a sludge canal.
THE GODHEAD, REDUX
The Mandatory Vending Machine brings a smile to my face
Is the she-imp camped atop the vending machine a member of the guild?
I’m happy to see another gods’-corpses-standing-above-ambiguous-teal-fog part of town. Not that I don’t like the other areas of the city we’ve seen, but book 1 chapter 2 took place in a place that looks like this, so I’ve been nostalgic for it.
Dream apartment
That is some seriously prime real estate, too. Allison et al. were savvy to grab it, before the price of Mammon coins tanked.
I’m surprised there isn’t a shrine set aside for Un-Gorun himself. If I were living in the head of a god – even a dead one – I’d think it prudent to pay due respect. Then again, maybe the “apartment” itself counts as a shrine, given that it’s literally his corpse.
They’re not using it anymore and have made it rather clear they’re not coming back. Don’t bother them with prayers.
Well it also depends if the god was held in high esteem, was especially famous, or was a part of active worship. And of course it is dependent upon the resident. I’ve been in a number of abodes carved from the corpses of the divine myself. Some of my masters did erect small house-shrines, some did not either because they felt unnecessary, or just were not that attached to the god in question. Considering the things my 16th master did, there are worse ways to pay homage than living in his skull.
In my experience, you pray to a house by sweeping it’s floors, keeping away mold, and opening all windows when the weather is nice. Those things are gratitude enough for any home, even one who used to be the skull of a god.
Thirty kinds of tea you say. 6 Juggernaut Star would love it, you know, in a tongue-in-cheek(or claw-in-eyesocket) kinda way.
Now if 6 Juggernaut Star shows up it’s going to have to pull a Worf:
“Mmn. Nice house. Good tea.”
30 kinds of tea you say?
Those are rookie numbers. She needs to pump those numbers up!
Ideally, you shouldn’t have more than 30 kinds of tea.
There are more than thirty kinds of distinct tea just in China alone, and that’s just varieties of the tea plant processed in one of a handful of ways. If we’re getting into mixes, blends and herbal stuff… well…
And that’s only on one small world. Imagine the varieties of tea available in the city at the center of the multiverse!
All at once.
For myself, only a few kinds of tea are sufficient. It is pleasant to know that there are others, many others, while enjoying the one that delights the senses most.
Not that there is anything wrong with the promiscuous savoring of cup after steaming cup of tea of many kinds and flavors.
Nothing wrong, ‘cept you’re gonna run out of stomach space. Or lifespan.
Those seem most proper concerns for one who is subject to the unfortunate limitations of flesh. Set down your burden of clay and enter joyfully into paradise.
Nice digs.
Well, I hope there’s more than one bathroom. All those people in one abode could create quite a queue, otherwise.
I bet everything dumps into the formerly pure and mystically healing waters of throne to be whisked over the edge into nothingness. So much more hygienic and efficient that those offal sludge canals in throne proper.
Well, only Allison and Nyave actually need to use it. Cio is probably just bathing to relax.
It is my experience that the scent of sulfur that many (but certainly not all!) devils emit is essentially akin to the body odor of servants and humans. It is not, therefore, surprising that many of them appreciate taking a bath for the same reason- even if they need not worry about hygiene in quite the same way as us mortals.
I can also testify to the Baths of Seiketsu-sa being packed at all hours of the day by all manners of demons seeking a soak. They had so many different rooms and pools each designed for different demons. If you were especially brave or foolhardy, you could ask entry to some of the Red pools, but I am neither of those things. That was one canny Kappa, let me tell you. Worth every penny if you’re out in the Shallows.
Cio and Princess surely bathe, at least for the pleasure of it, and White Chain’s armor is bound to get dirty and bloody from whooping people’s asses in the street. I’m sure she’ll need to…rinse from time to time.
Plus, I mean, Devils poop. They have flesh and blood and they eat and drink, so they definitely poop. Even ones that don’t, strictly speaking, NEED to, frequently still do it for their own amusement.
Ah, to call a dwelling home…
One day, I will find my way home and to the open arms of my family.
Oh for the love of mike, you live at 24th and 3rd, right? Two up and one over! Sheesh!
Snazzy time living in the head of a dead god.
While I find the open floorplan of the third level quite to my liking, I cannot believe that those stairways are up to code! Moreover, I doubt I would enjoy having to shimmy up the fire-pole every time I wanted to come back from the bathroom.
So no, I will not be coming over for tea and ox tartare, Most Esteemed Princess Jack Moonshine.
Actually, it’s a spiral staircase. you can see the steps to the lower left.
Also, there’s a wall that’s cut away in this illustration that would be on Allison’s left (our right.) She’s actually in a narrow stairwell, not an open staircase.
Well now I’m just disappointed. If you’re going to turn a God into a condos, you ought to be at least a little enterprising with your design!
this is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen
This page and the big map of Throne are just genius, along with the battle of Mammon’s vault and other such. I love the story line and the characters, but I would devour K6BD even if it was in a language I couldn’t read!
Yet another lovely demonstration of many voices in one head. (Hush you, I was going to explain anyway.) We have Alison as the ego, the devils as the id, and white chain as the superego.
for a small fee I would be happy to help anyone sort out and dust their mind, or facilitate a conversation between your inner demons. Everything strictly confidential of course.
I find that my mind works best unsorted, filled with dust, and with the demons gagged and unable to shout things to each other. YMMV
How marvelous to have your unique psyche and point of view here in this place where we model the speaking houses of the gods whose heads we now inhabit. Something new is created every time our ideas meet.
I see that Princess has already made it’s way to a red mask. If that sort of growth continues Allison could have issues…
That happened way back in Mammons vault. Since that evolution was out of desperation of not wanting to die ‘so diminished’, it’s probably not going to develop further anytime soon.
Vladdok lives!
What of the Yamga, what became of that beautiful ship
I also want to know this. This house is lovely but to live aboard a sky-ship is the ultimate goal. I expect it was just too conspicuous since it was part of the fleet of a god they pissed off, but who knows. Maybe this skull has a garage.
Delicacy forbids us to speak of the location of the so-called garage.
Only thirty kinds of tea? How quaint.
Given that they seem to be growing their own tea, I wouldn’t judge too harshly. There’s only so much space for plant growing. And one must consider volume of tea, in addition to variety. Having trace amounts of more kinds is hardly appealing, when you can get more tea of a given kind by limiting your selection.
As my old master used to say, “‘Tis better to commit time to mastering a few spells, rather than spreading your attention out over many. The jack of all Arts is master of none.”
I really do hope you enjoy making this world for us as much as we enjoy our glimpses into it.
One can only imagine how terrifying it is for a devil to lurk in an armchair. Truly, it must be a horrible sight.
i love this design so much. i want to explore this world.
Snazzy digs
The gods imagined the many universes into existence. My universe, and me with it, were once contained in the mind of a god. Now that they are dead and gone, their dreams made manifest, I find my self back where I started.
spelling error: “God of Watchemn” – Watchmen
Once again, what an absolutely stunning page! So beautifully busy <3
PS: Love the Dolo Monkeys and hope we‘ll see them again.
Cosy.
(Where’s BMO, though?)
Needs more tea!
Thirty dwellings in a god’s corpse. Not quite eight hundred thousand gods. That’s a maximum of just over twenty million dwellings? For something the size of Throne?
That’s a very expensive condo.
Dwelling within one of the remnants of the Creator gods must be a status symbol. I’d think it would make for a good distinct address. “Send my enchanted Glaive to Apartment One at Un-Gorun !” This does raise the question of where the other many denizens of Throne make their abodes. Where does building material come from, what guilds control the building and maintenance trades, and which neighborhoods are most and least desirable for residences.
We’ve seen maps. There’s everything from shanty-towns to skyscrapers, especially in Ashton, which seems to approximate an inner city area.
The number of worlds and the number of gods is equal, so for every world, there’s only one god skull.
I imagine that the value of a world and the value of a dwelling within a giant stone head aren’t the same for many reasons, but they are of the exact same rarity.
I wonder if we’ll ever find out which god dreamed up our earth. And more importantly, how much it would cost to live in her skull.
You assume that a single god is limited to a single body. Alas, the gods of the old knew the Art of Division, and were not bound by space-time.
Princess needs a TV to go with that recliner.
Ol’ grandpa Princess.