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.
Ah the Vast fields of Dead gods across Throne.
A scene at once Awesome and Terrifying. The denizens who dwell there show both reverence and irreverence towards those inert husks. Does one sleep soundly within the bodies and skulls of those gods ? Would their thoughts, dreams, echo into mine ? If those spirits were totally consumed in the throes of Universe Creating – then should I not worry about absorbing godly essences ? ? * Look – before I buy into the neighborhood, I’m going to need to consult with both a shaman and an estate agent.
oh no I want to live here <3
What a wonderful scene of domestic bliss.
I USED TO BE FOND OF TEA AS WELL, WHITE CHAIN. THEN I WAS BROUGHT BEFORE THE ONE WHO IS UNDYING AND SUBJECTED TO HIS TRUTH, AND NOW THE BLOOD OF SINNERS IS ALL THAT I NEED.
Ah, the enthusiasm of youths. Think of it as no more than a passing phase. In latter days one may get past the hot joy of blood and broken bodies, and become contented with contemplating the total absence of sinners in the cold light of the stars hung in the black emptiness of the absolute void. Although, to be fair, first there must be blood. And crushing.
Un-Hanza has much to answer for.
The Judgement of Un reduced to a gray goo that optimizes for the repression of a people with no True King.
Careful, that truth has a cost in joy. Absolute truth leads to an existence devoid of happiness or hope.
It is better to abandon the truth, and enjoy the tea while you can.
DO MISTAKE MY RICTUS GRIN FOR A JOY. THERE IS NO JOY IN THE THORN KNIGHTS. IT IS NOT SOMETHING ONE CONSIDERS WHEN PURGING THE MULTIVERSE OF THE FILTHY SINS OF THE MISBEGOTTEN PRETENDERS TO ITS THRONE.
ALTHOUGH OCCASIONALLY… DOING SO CAN MAKE MY SMILE FEEL GENUINE.
It’s a Domehome!
I find myself perplexed and slightly annoyed that the god’s eyes were not replaced with windows. Considering the current state of Throne, seeing such a motley assortment of mortals, angels, and devils inhabiting the wreck of a divine mind well-reflects the current state of the city’s soul. Or perhaps the guilds that retrofit dead gods into lofts have an aversion to puns?
Awww, magnificent. I’m completely fond of this kind of KSBD pages.
Minor tasks for teasing critters
bags of nuts and wooden hitters
wings are known to make one prettier
That’s the cosiest skull I’ve ever seen.
Time was, long ago, every Angel, Demon, Devil, mendicant, Demi-god, harlot, bard, master, or servant knew of the Watchemn.
The world is dimmer now and much has been lost.
Only the truest of those keeping the faith know it is not a typo.
I love the detail that goes into these drawings and I’m grateful that we are allowed a glimpse into this world. Thank you Abbadon!
PRINCESS! My queen!
In my father’s mansion there are many rooms. So many rooms. All of them tastefully furnished.
If the bones of the gods are indeed laced with black glass, one questions the wisdom of using it as a water pipe.
Or are we white gods excluded from the whole, black glass mining issue?
You assume that the guilds haven’t mined UN-Gorun of all his narcotics by now.
^This. Absolutely.
It is well that the dead gods do not return to the their skeletons like the angels return to their armor – that would result in a quick eviction indeed!
I was previously unfamiliar with the God of Watchemn. Beautiful dwelling for a rising king though!
what a quaint little hovel. I have often found that living within the bodies of deceased deities, while an interesting novelty at first, quickly become rather cramped and decrepit. Its much grander to live in a palace you built yourself, and you feel a lot less like a squatter.
The value of the Guilder did WHAT NOW?
What a turn of events!
Why dear Draco, don’t tell me that you never thought to keep other currencies in reserve. For shame! What would your creditors think? What will they say? What will they do in response?
I do not want to know any of those three things, noble Pontifex. I must octuple my wealth in a matter of hours before I learn the answers. Half of my revolving manors have been sold, I’ve mortgaged all of my private luxury planets, and the legendary Pearl Necklace of Indefinite Length and Mass is being hauled out of my closet as we speak, but even that won’t be enough.
At this rate, I may even have to donate some of my molten gold blood. Surely it must be worth something?
You should consider poverty. You might learn something.
How many beggars do you see with blood consisting entirely of precious metals at extremely high temperatures? None! My wealth is who I am! I must maintain my extravagant lifestyle, or else I will lose my purpose in this world!
I have found a solution to your financial woes: Figure out where Alison is going next, and short-sell it to kingdom come.
Dang, that is one sweet and well-equipped kitchen.
The more she fills with foreign teachings from the numbered and the demons, the more space she has for herself.
The more teachings from the numbered divines and the friendly demons she fills her heart with, the more space she has for herself.
These ultra-detailed panels are always staggeringly beautiful.
Also, Throne’s consistent aversion to guard rails makes me so uncomfortable lmao.
Agreed. The attention to details is superb.
But methinks guard rails are overrated. Throne is too daring to need such things.
Guardrails are only a way to give mortals an illusion of safety.
Guard rails are for the weak. The weak do not survive long in Throne.
Wise words, my fellow. Wise words.
For in Throne you should be wary, because those you call friends might be fiends after all.
I wonder how her family and friends feel about her suddenly disapparing from the face of the earth? I don’t think we’ve EVER seen Alison think about them, or am I mistaken?
She did think about them.
Right after waking up “post-theft”.
She was talking about how Zaid has a family and a life and shouldn’t be going through all of this shit. And it’s the first time she realizes how little she had been thinking of herself and of her own family and friends. Then she finally sheds some tears over that realization. 🙁
I don’t get something (as usual). How does a character claim to be a law enforcer, be involved in stealing a ship, steal money from an addled dragon, fraudulently buy a penthouse apartment using stolen worthless money, enforce the “sale” with violence, and still have lawful good alignment?
It’s the spirit of the law, rather than the letter of the law.
Because whether White Chain admits it openly or not, she serves the Rising King who will surely do more good than the whole of the New Law.
Wait, why is Allison’s room the coldest? Shouldn’t it be the warmest place in the apartment? Top floors get have all the heat from below them rising to the top, not to mention she’s right above the colossal kitchen that I’m sure generates a lot of rising heat plus all the warm air rising from Cio’s hot baths. Arguably the cold room would be White Chains.
Well… That happens in countries with heating systems…
I can tell from my own life experience (since I was born and live in a hot af region) that when you live in higher apartments, you usually get the most wind (when you don’t have other buildings blocking the wind) and colder temperatures.
The higher up, the colder your apartment is.
The air conditioner is our salvation (when we have that luxury) when it’s the hotter season and closed windows are our heating system when the days are colder. :V