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.
Angery
DRAGON’S AVATAR SNATCHES FIERY BLADES OF DEATH !
THUS EARNING HER FAME + DEMONSTRATING HER POWER.
HEY MOTTOM !
ISN’T THERE A SAYING ABOUT NOT TURNING YOUR BACK
ON A DRAGON ?
WHEN SHE HAS THE TIME,
MOTTOM TERRIFIES HER CLOTHING DESIGNERS
WITH OUTRAGEOUS DESIGN ORDERS.
“A HAT !”
“A HAT – OH’ ALL CONSUMING ONE ?”
“YES – A HAT – WHICH COULD DOUBLE AS
A SHAOLIN TEMPLE WITH WINGS !”
“MAKE IT SO !”
Jaeger heritage?
cutting Mammon has clearly never worked before
Mottom must be planning to strangle the grand dragon
unless the whip is just for show and she’s got some magyyyx to try on him
The Grand Dragon Fruit Tree
Everything Mottom does is for show. She has to look tough and talk tough and make a show of power to hide her insecurity and fear. She used PERISH in the counsel of the seven for the same reason. She knew it would grow back and not cause a real rift.
Glory is all for show.
Once high pontiffs of peace and justice, now broken engines of vengeance and destruction.
Halberd versus Whip: FIGHT!
Momento mori
I’m starting to understand just how truly, truly, TRULY pathetic and horrible Grandaddy Dragon’s little fan club is.
”Maybe if the paper pusher pushed her god to a couple of meetings once in a while we wouldn’t be in this predicament” Tell that to trump!
Thou must returneth whence thou came.
This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou doest not belong.
I beg of thee, return to thy city, and hurry home.
Why?
What seeketh thee?
Oh no grampa.
What if Mammon’s right hand is the actual wielder of the key if kings? damn
At the very least, she has some kind of blessing. The shine on her forehead reminds me of the shine Incubus gives people, but a different color
It would appear as though Mother Om has contracted a sever case of “resting bitch face”. I am unsure if this just a resent episode of a chronic condition or a resent contracted affliction. She should hopefully be aware that if RBF lasts for more than 4 hours she should seek medical assistance.
I assure you theres nothing resting about mother om right now
“Here for the life of the girl, I suppose… perhaps a bargain may be made: mine for hers?” ~Mammon I bet
A younger Mammon would have laughed all the way to the bank with such a deal.
This old man’s mind is clouded with delusions of propriety.
Naw, I’m pretty sure if Mammon attended the meetings, he would have inadvertently betrayed his failing mental state long ago. Which, naturally, may have exposed just how tenuous his empire was. Jagganoth may have gone to war sooner, and the multiverse might have been in a state of chaos long before Allison showed up.
Called it! (Where it=epic fight between both superladies over Mammon)
Goddammit. Call me thick, but I only just now realized that old Number One here is the same person who was attending the meeting of the Demiurges on Mammon’s behalf, back in Book 1.
T H I C C
If she is the same person then there has been a serious Art change.
Not ruling it out, but I see the paper pusher at the concordance as a different person but one who reports directly to 001.
If you go back and review, you’ll see that the art has changed over the years. Just look at original Cio. She’s barely recognizable.
Not at all- her design has changed considerably since then.
I believes she is owed an Ass Whoppin’.
Parked her flaming city in a handicap spot too probably.
Her fist is smoking. What a badass.
One wonders if the papel pusher stands a chance against the leech queen
Oho… So, Mammon is into BDSM…
I wonder if the senile god remembers how to fight, or if his lackeys have to do it for him.
Mammon could devour her in one bite! Though I feel the old fool will not even be galvanised by this invasion
I notice that Pre Narim Yiprik is not a scholar best versed in the application of commas. The lack of a comma between “uninitiated” and the following words greatly disturbs the psychic resonances of the otherwise fine quote. I will have to sacrifice a number of slaves to the red hunger to quell this perturbation, and I’ve already had luncheon.
Was Mammon hit? I cant tell, seems like the “CRAAAACK” indicates it was hit but i dont see any slash marks, but it also looks like hes falling. 🙁 I hope hes okay. I really like Mammon, hes all sad and old and nice and just worried about the count. Though perhaps its a sad thing, that a creature once so powerful is reduced to this after so long.
Mottom even acknowledged the good king pryam sor. By name even.
Mammon still seems to be up. Maybe this will get him in a fighting mood. And #1 is pretty amazing if she can get Mottom to acknowledge her, even as an obstacle.
Mmmmm, me thinks this will be short yet brutal
Did someone just use a portion of Mammon’s power to block all of Mottom’s?
Perhaps, though keep in mind that Mottom is also *perhaps* dying and *perhaps* not intending to kill this one before she got her information.
Another thought comes to me: Mammon’s power is Greed and the TOWER. This is the full power of Mammon against that of Mottom.
By buying the faith of others, wether by intention or not, Mammon’s mastery of his key exerts power through others. A TOWER needs not move. That’s what guardsmen are for.
See how 00001’s brow burns so alike her God?
Mammon’s schtick is parcelling out portions of his key, we’ve been told. If each could act with all the force of his copy, he would have needed but empower 7 people to conquer the multiverse (though a small army would be a safer bet)
Hmm… Gotta love a bad @$$ Battle Nun. Make it so, Number One!
Still wondering if Cio is gonna borrow some of Al’s power-key and kick things up a notch, or if she’ll just sneak out the back with her while the Gods are distracted with each other.
Heh. Just had another thought. I wonder if Allison will find some sort of inner enlightenment and strength during her present near-death experience. Almost dying does have a way of changing folks. Someone with infinite power at their fingertips might gain quite a bit of resolve, allowing her to wield her powers effectively (you may recall Zoss telling Al something about the power requiring a resolute wielder).
Hmm possibly just slowed her down. Its also possible 00001 has a rather large amount of mammon juice tucked into her skull. Also we dont know the new source of mottoms youth, is she more or less powerful, etc.
Someone’s about to get turned into a tree.
The worst travellers are those who wander without destination or purpose. They wear their shoes on treacherous soil and tear their clothes on brambles, they aggravate locals and often fall ill. In summation they make very poor time.
Better are the travellers with a destination and the purpose of reaching it. These are fleet of foot and wise of where to place them, but their acquaintance with the road is short and adversarial and so their passionate sprints lack art.
Travellers with no destination, and the purpose of reaching it, cover much ground. Steady shouldered and strong-legged. Dressed and packed for the road ahead, well learned of the land behind. Mindful of the secrets and dangers of the road, of the shortcuts that should be taken and the ones to be avoided at all costs. In the end they go farthest of all and overtake all others.
THIS IS A PEACEFUL LAND! ITS INHABITANTS KIND! …..BITCH!
So young and revitalized. Mayhaps Incubus has aided both women with their respective desires for power?
%1000000000 MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!