Seeker of Thrones 10-124
“The God of the Deep has a heart like a great leaden weight. It drags him so low to the ground that the furrows of his passing become canyons. His servants are ten thousand and their faces will never gaze up on the sun. She Who Lights Up the Sky does not bless them. They are small and crawl around their God, and they make offerings at his feet and unto his graven image and the bones of his fathers. Their singing is said to be beautiful. They live upon their own fire and venerate the sorrows of their god. They guard the secret ways into the halls of YNAMON, called YRE by the uninitiated and lacerate their own flesh and fill the passages with their wailing.
Trespassers past the threshold of the holy land are punished with fire and blade.”
– Pre Narim Yiprik, Chronicle of the Seven
Damn. I totally misjudged accountants.
Banker, not accountant. Subtle difference
Either way, rarely does that level of bureaucracy be as deadly with a blade as they are with their quarterlies.
Hoooo boy. Banking is not deadly, it’s world-rending.
… if done properly.
And now we will learn if the Dragon is dead.
Someone has laid claim to what is his.
I notice the ardently faithful of the Tower also emulates its pain
Notice the nails imbedded in her leg.
But that aside, one knows that something only belongs to you if you have the power to take it. Glory should not be so presumptuous.
Justicar and General
name the star and cause the fall
three times at breakfast, beetle.
Holy Mother! Reverend Mother! See how she pierces her feet with nails! She does so in pity for the Dragon!
Seeker of Thrones 10-124: In which the gang gets embroiled in a conflict that wouldn’t have been nearly so severe if they’d just not bothered to attempt to avoid said conflict with a pre-emptive breach of verbal contract behind everyone’s backs.
Damn, almost sounds like an angel’s name.
I see nails in the feet and legs of the priestess. It makes me wonder if the wealth accrued by her god includes a stockpile of angel feathers.
Alas, I do not believe it to be so. The only Angel Feathers known are those granted to the Pankrator Jagganoth, who reforged it into the terrible nails that cut them so.
This Holy Mother bears nails of iron, not of the flesh of angels, to mimic the blades she failed to keep from the Dragon’s neck.
A form a flagellation, perhaps. And in that, perhaps one could attain power. But her power is not in and of itself that of the nails.
It’s a bad idea to try and handle the business of the gods if you are not counted among their number.
So, Mammon is Seker. Only his domain has endless gold instead of endless darkness. Although it would appear the difference has become tenuous by now.
DEATH THE TO LEECH QUEEN OF GLUTONY
Glu Tony deserves to be free!
Peace is always the second casualty of war. The first casualty is The Innocent who got caught up in the fighting before the declaration.
huzza! grandpa dragon lives! but so does the wicked witch of the west
PRAISE THE AXE
Are weapons made of fire canon now?
Now I want a fire cannon!
Such a silly thought. The Art allows for one to bear its will into any terrible form. Be it an axe of fire or a swarm of paper people. If one wills it, a blade of grass would be a viable form of martial combat.
Nothing is fixed in this world, thus, nothing is true. Instead, it is up to each one of us to make the truth.
So the Glaswegian martial art of Icky Thump would be viable then?
… a paper pusher who can catch the hot ends of three whips at one go.
Catching the whip’s-end is not usually conductive to winning the fight…
Accounting is tough shit, dog.
Don’t normally pipe up but this is my favorite page yet. And there have been some amazing pages before now.
Mother Om vs. Dragon’s Nursemaid,
Custody commence.
And so we see the blazing blades of the gods and their clergy clash. Any commentators dare claim to be the prophet of which one will be granted misfortune when the inevitability of a blade caressing flesh is made manifest?
Name the stakes. I gamble in blood and bones.
Okay, Paper Pusher-Chan just got a whole lot cooler. Too bad she’s about to get wrecked.
What devotion, that she would rise to challenge a being equal to her own god, in his defense.
And so, the Dying Gods shall consume each other.
DO NOT DEFILE THE GRAND FATHER
I do hope the tiniest of the Priests make it out safely, and do not suffer under the ministrations of the Witch.
Things is getting heavy in Yr
I see that Mamma Om has decided her only choice without apples is to try and conquer everyone else.