What is that guy in the middle holding, a parking meter? Evil bureaucrats in shaggy fur, the order of the coin; They affix their cursèd death mark to their helpless victim’s windscreen wipers to later drown them in a pandimensional torrent of paperwork. Only the timely offer of counted coins can delay the inevitable. No refunds.
Highly unlikely that any of these warriors will survive the next fifteen minutes, at least in possession of all their limbs and organ functions. The sort of warrior whose brain chemistry is untainted by the glands that define bravado might find it advantageous to wait by the sidelines, or perhaps the noodle stand, until those fifteen minutes have elapsed.
Also, my first look a this made me think that the reason for that big circle around them was everyone being terrified from the lady at the bar…
The one going “mh”.
Throne seems to be made up of 73% Eclectic Wandering Warriors.
Question: If one has an idea for a locale or some aspect of Throne, but draws about as well as a cow’s tail dripped in paint, would the author of this comic appreciate a short write-up instead? I was inspired by the setting the other day.
And there are still more fools than thieves. Look at how they squabble over a prize they have neither grasped nor glimpsed. They chase only after their own demise, whatever they might claim to the contrary.
I had wondered where my compatriot M’ka Thosh had gone after he burnt down the study, but wonder no longer! The old fool’s honeyed complexion has gone, now replaced with a cyclops face. Not even his sword is apparent, I do wonder whether he sold that fine instrument for Yellow Devil liquor. Quite addictive, the drink drives men into fits of frenzy and inevitably consumes the internal organs. Whether his obesity is due to the devil’s growth or its consumption I know not.
Noodle Lady in the last frame hell yeah! I can hardly wait for the awesome next page. What’s she got up her sleeve for us? …wait, it couldn’t be… another bowl of noodles? Oh… okay… I guess that’s… ass-kicking in a different way! Stomachs filled! Hungers sated!
Fantasies about the continuation aside, this page is incredible. I love this world. I love this detail and the variety of forms of characters.
Awe-inspiring. I am humbled by your artistic skill and knowledge of the scriptures past, present, future, and other. Each Allfather’s Day cannot come soon enough.
Is it just me or is there a Bioshock and GuiltyGear references? And this is just what I managed to catch.
So the fighting is about to start. How nice to see some more action.
A most awesome page, I may say. I just cant have enough of this.
Thank you kindly for your good work, ya talented, but lazy artist.
A man most unwise bows before the shine. A man most unwise mumbles “amazed am i, for you have depicted the sowrdsman’s position i always wished to give form to”. A most unwise man lifts his head slightly and mutters “even in this, you have beat me to… and yet i feel fulfilled, that it was made and seen in such a good way. I am glad you beat me to it… why am i”.
And he was answered: “defeat the lying enemy that is the self”
What is that guy in the middle holding, a parking meter? Evil bureaucrats in shaggy fur, the order of the coin; They affix their cursèd death mark to their helpless victim’s windscreen wipers to later drown them in a pandimensional torrent of paperwork. Only the timely offer of counted coins can delay the inevitable. No refunds.
Looks more like some sort of cresent bladed polearm. Like this, but not curved as much and with only one head: http://s1126.photobucket.com/user/JustinLarrechea/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0_600px-Weapons-Double_crescent_axe.jpg.html
Looks more like a cresent bladed polearm of some sort, without much of the curve. Kind of like this: http://s1126.photobucket.com/user/JustinLarrechea/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0_600px-Weapons-Double_crescent_axe.jpg.html
Are you referring to the monkey-men? One of them is holding one of these: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monk's_spade
Oh, I see. A parking meter would be funnier though.
There’s nothing saying it can’t be both.
This is Throne. It would not surprise me if the parking meters doubled as polearms.
May Pree Ashma guide my sword.
I just want to say: I love your fashion my dude.
Highly unlikely that any of these warriors will survive the next fifteen minutes, at least in possession of all their limbs and organ functions. The sort of warrior whose brain chemistry is untainted by the glands that define bravado might find it advantageous to wait by the sidelines, or perhaps the noodle stand, until those fifteen minutes have elapsed.
Look upon her face and now the pleasure of combat sir. For I see no hesitation in that visage of violence.
Fuckin’ gorgeous.
You are so going to lose the gun-witch in the spine when you get around to publishing the bound collection of this thing though.
I assure you she will survive! I was pretty careful on this point.
And the old man… the Vatra? Surely he’ll make it out alive!
Nice to see Dhalsim at the bar there.
It wouldn’t be a real street fight without him.
Also, my first look a this made me think that the reason for that big circle around them was everyone being terrified from the lady at the bar…
The one going “mh”.
Kickass, BK. Kick ass.
Throne seems to be made up of 73% Eclectic Wandering Warriors.
Question: If one has an idea for a locale or some aspect of Throne, but draws about as well as a cow’s tail dripped in paint, would the author of this comic appreciate a short write-up instead? I was inspired by the setting the other day.
There are more thieves in throne then warriors, believe Me. They are just waiting for the right time to begin looting.
And there are still more fools than thieves. Look at how they squabble over a prize they have neither grasped nor glimpsed. They chase only after their own demise, whatever they might claim to the contrary.
Could’ve sworn I left a comment on this earlier. Anyway, you already know this is a badass page, but there it is again.
Well, an armed society is a polite society.
Ah, beat me to it.
The gem glows, and She awakens.
I had wondered where my compatriot M’ka Thosh had gone after he burnt down the study, but wonder no longer! The old fool’s honeyed complexion has gone, now replaced with a cyclops face. Not even his sword is apparent, I do wonder whether he sold that fine instrument for Yellow Devil liquor. Quite addictive, the drink drives men into fits of frenzy and inevitably consumes the internal organs. Whether his obesity is due to the devil’s growth or its consumption I know not.
Who says an armed society is a polite society?
So, where’s the girl they’re fighting over?
All these little noises of readiness create an aura of menace. And yet, they advertise only weakness.
The dangerous ones are silent, for they were always ready.
Noodle Lady in the last frame hell yeah! I can hardly wait for the awesome next page. What’s she got up her sleeve for us? …wait, it couldn’t be… another bowl of noodles? Oh… okay… I guess that’s… ass-kicking in a different way! Stomachs filled! Hungers sated!
Fantasies about the continuation aside, this page is incredible. I love this world. I love this detail and the variety of forms of characters.
We know the Conquering King makes a mean breakfast, but can he make noodles good enough to satisfy Noodle Lady?
Looks like Noodle Lady is about to flip, Larry Davis style…
Awe-inspiring. I am humbled by your artistic skill and knowledge of the scriptures past, present, future, and other. Each Allfather’s Day cannot come soon enough.
Hey is anyone else seeing six billion birds?
Suddenly, birds in the background?! Hello birdies!
Is it just me or is there a Bioshock and GuiltyGear references? And this is just what I managed to catch.
So the fighting is about to start. How nice to see some more action.
A most awesome page, I may say. I just cant have enough of this.
Thank you kindly for your good work, ya talented, but lazy artist.
Oh, and yes. BIRDS! Hello birdes! Nice to see you too.
A man most unwise bows before the shine. A man most unwise mumbles “amazed am i, for you have depicted the sowrdsman’s position i always wished to give form to”. A most unwise man lifts his head slightly and mutters “even in this, you have beat me to… and yet i feel fulfilled, that it was made and seen in such a good way. I am glad you beat me to it… why am i”.
And he was answered: “defeat the lying enemy that is the self”
I like the guy with a loop on his head at the bar
do I spot Dhalsim on the left?
Man, even Huge Baby wants a piece of this fight!