Seeker of Thrones 130-133 (SIEGE OF YRE)
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“Yemmod, storm-crowned, came to Lam, the Blue City
His men were like flies upon the earth and over the earth. They set upon the land a terrible blaze. The heat of the flames consumed the land about and licked the tops of the great walls around the city, and there was much wailing.
Yemmod said, “For every man of age to fight, hack off his right hand,” and it was done. “And his sons too,” and it was done. Then the hands were set in a pile, like pale driftwood, and the people could see his cruelty. The shrine of the Goddess was burned and its idols defiled and smeared with filth and excrement. The angels of the shrine were driven back and abandoned their sanctuaries.
An angel came to Umman Ap, who was king of that place. “See the defiler Yemmod,” said the angel. “He stacks the bodies of the people of this city like the autumn harvest. He provokes your power. Ride forth and drive him from this holy place.”
“I cannot harm Yemmod,” said Umman, blue-eyed. “He has consumed the hearts of many of my kin and is swollen with their star magic.” This was true, but the angel was enraged nevertheless. His kind lashed together steeds of fire and clay and abandoned the city to its fate. Umman had expected this. He gathered the remaining people inside the walls of the Blue City, which had never been breached.
The others were on fire, for it was a time of war. The yellow city had recently been consumed by great gales and fell into the void. This was the way of things.
At last Yemmod rode to the gates of Lam. He had a spear three times the length of a man and its point could burst through shields like matchwood. It never missed its mark. It was called Amija, or heart-piercer.
Yemmod said “Open the gates, and grant me passage.” But the gates did not open.
“Open the gates, lest I make the dead to outnumber the living.” But the gates did not grant him passage.
Yemmod called for star fire and smote the gates with one blow into ten thousand pieces. This was the way of things.
There was one way the city could be saved, so Umman sent for him. The sword-saint Intra was there. But when the men of the Blue City found him, he was very drunk.”
– The Song of Maybe
And everybody was Kung Fu Fighting
Hoo-ha
That guy their shoots lightning!
Nadia’s a little bit frightening!
But Giant Baby has expert Timing!
Wohohoho!
Wohohohooooo!
There, not their.
-Head Desks-
No, no, it might work… That guy shoots their lightning!
The Tower smoked and burned
As Glory brought forth ruin
And mercy’s eye had turned
As final death flew in
Yre is destroyed! IA!
The river of time has flowed back to its source!!
Woe! Woe! A Thousand Times Woe!
All is Lost! All is Lost!
And so the halls of time will once again ring with the shouts of a thousand dying men, as they have throughout history.
What a beautiful war.
This is magnificent.
Weight of ax
Cadillacs
(Travis Barker) Don’t pay Tax
What did we humans do to deserve such majesty?
LAYLA BRIMSTONE LOOKING AT TWO SQUADS OF WARPRIESTS AND BEING LIKE “YEAH, ILL JUST HOLD THEM AT GUNPOINT”, HILARIOUS
i love this page so much holy shit bro
You are the maddest man.
PRAISE YISUN, AND THE COMING OF THE NEW KING!
OBEY THAT ALMIGHTY COMMANDMENT: KILL SIX BILLION DEMONS!
So the Bondage Nun is about to attack Nadia/Mottom? This could be interesting, but I suspect BN will not come out of it well.
And Allison could wake up.
Cant see full res on a mobile device – too blurry once I start zooming in. First half on tuesday was no problem there…
But I assume it’s gorgeous, can’t wait to see it on a full screen!
Some browsers seem to want to not show you every last gorgeous detail. Download it and study using a photo/gallery app.
Wow, that took a while for the smaller zoomed out version to load in a new tab like it was a goddamn hubble vista!
I desire a poster version. If you sell it I’m buying it.
I’ll second this.
Thirded
Art print using actual pigments instead of dyes or acid free paper stock.
I don’t want this either fading or disintegrating over time but something to enjoy and marvel at through the ages.
You amazing madman…..
You damn psycho.
I love every bit.
Of giant strength and giant tread,
Seven are they!
Knowing no care,
They grind the land like corn;
Knowing no mercy,
They rage against mankind.
My entire dick.
I need a print of this on my wall. Please.
And Lo! Brother Maxwell did hear the call! The YRE itself was under attack! What were but first growing concerns turned into an instinctual need to asc/desc-end back into the main vault. But as a practical joke done by his fellow accountants, he had been sent to some of the more obscure ends of the Vault to clean, and as he went to use the secret shortcuts that would speed his return, he found them all sealed, no doubt a practical joke done by his fellow Accountants. Thus did Brother Maxwell navigate the depths of YRE, dodging mimics, pitfalls, traps, and the ever elusive paths to fight and die at the side of his God. But he was very, very deep, and every second he did not reach the Vault, his Count climbed ever higher.
Hour 6 of looking at this page. Have not yet found Waldo.
same.
Found Waldo.
My god, the detail!
Absolutely worth the wait.
Nile has pretty good lyrics.
Ah, found Auntie Maya.
And giant gold baby.
And Ingsvld.
All is right in the world
And they said thereafter
That the Siege of Yre
(While a minuscule skirmish compared with the greater Friction)
Was of a scale
Incomprehensible
To the doomed who were fortunate enough to witness
I was going to say this is excessive, but then I remembered that it’s a war between literal multiversal gods. Seems about right.
ROFLMAO.
Kill Six Billion Wrists
This is the Parabola of Truth.
This is completely insane in the most magnificent way possible.
I LOVE IT, HAIL TO THE RETURN OF TRUE WAR.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in Throne there is only war. There is no peace amongst the worlds, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
But The Real Question Is, Where’s Waldo?
And the people cried: “Prints?”
Really though, I’d love to hang this on my wall. Amazing work!
Holy mother of fuck that is stunning. Just… wow. I’m in awe! One small criticism: try as I might, I can’t find Waldo.
I found Waldo!
amazing. also, i am deeply worried for the Golden Baby
Behold, within the flickering embers of Man’s Heart lies the spark of a trillion Infernos! This flame tempers blade know, unknown, and within the shadows of Maybe. God-Emperors and Kingly Gods all tremble at such might upon blood and gold soaked fields.
Revere the Flame, Praise the Ash!!
Magnificent.
Worms aplenty to do Giant biddings.
Every individual shown has had a lifetime of their own, ranging in length from barely decades to numerous millenia. Every second shown in this tapestry of violence, centuries of thought and memory are snuffed from existence. Entirely too few of those precious moments involve teacups.
Siege weapons on turtles. A tremendous idea, I think. Far better than putting them on fairies; a fairy can carry quite a bit when suitably motivated, but turtles are well noted for their carrying capacity and come pre-armored, an area where fairies are distinctly lacking.
Unicorns work better, with a reasonable compromise between speed, armor and carrying capacity, but require that the siege teams be virgins and where would the fun be in that?!
Crab Cavalry VS Dinosaur Cavalry???
F U C K Y E S
Hieronymus Bosch called, he wants his aesthetics back
he’s been outstaged by far
Good lord this page is insane. There’s so much to discover.
That one lonsesome devil sure seems relaxed for someone who’s caught in a battle
Right? Who the heck is him anyway?
I can tell Mahabharata when I see one.
The most epic pages so far, but I dare not guess what a tremendous scale will the ending of the comic itself have, if now we’re only approaching the book IV.
This is absolutely stunning. If this ever gets put up on the store I’m buying it and framing it.
“The sword-saint Intra was there. But when the men of the Blue City found him, he was very drunk.”
This, too, was the way of things.
I kinda want to know how Intra got out of this one.
My first takeaway from the revised page:
“Thank goodness, someone’s been applying appropriate amounts of duct tape to the baby.”
Close the city and tell the people that something’s coming to call
Death and darkness are rushing forward to take a bite from the wall, oh
You’ve nothing to say
They’re breaking away
If you listen to fools
The mob rules
Hrmm… Vaya con Dios. Very heavy. Very metal 😉
Ambition and folly are oft twins entwined, yet lo, I see only glory!
“Evam me sutam;
Never bring a gun to a God fight.
Aï aï lo legram. Jova;
ULTIMA RATIO DEUS!”
– Requim of all
I wanted to be sure, but Waldo is not in this picture.
And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.
And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.
16 And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth.
17 And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed…”
14 And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.
15 And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.
16 And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood which the dragon cast out of his mouth.
17 And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed…
I really love this battle. It really reminds me of the Japanese civil war, which was unique in that the Ashigaru, mostly spear-wielding peasants, and samurai, were clashed against the Emperor’s army who had guns and functioned like a modern army of the time rather then a fuedal one of japan.
Sadly I think the outcome shall be the same as it was in history, judging from their forces and who the mercenaries are fighting!
… among the Fields of Gold, oh, among the fields of gold!
Hrmm… That has a bit of a Sting to it 😉
No flags of truce, no cries of pity;
The siege guns had been pounding through the night.
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, why’all
War, huh, good god
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
Oh, war, I despise
‘Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives
Hrmm… it ain’t nothing but a heart-breaker, friend only to the undertaker.
I want a bigass canvass version of this pls
“Where is Wally?”
Sorry, I couldn’t hold myself…
And they’re just getting started. The battle hasn’t even reached full pitch yet. The crows will feast well tonight.
BUT WHERE
IS WALDO
Well, if these count as demons, I reckon we’ve got at least one billion here.
I knew this page was going to be amazing, but somehow I still wasn’t prepared for this madness??? You’re very, very good at what you do??? And also an artistic daredevil
… wonder whats happening at the tea shop right about now
I am beyond ecstatic
A page where no one is forgotten and many will be obliviated.
Princess Jack Moonshine finds his selves exulted in the proper intersection of risen power, insurmountable danger and martial combat
You are a glorious mad man to draw this.
Are you gonna make a poster of this? You should totally make a poster of this. I would buy the fuck out of a poster of this.
We’re seeing some casualties among the mercs! Hope your fave survives. Is chain blade lady okay?
Daaaaaaang, it took over five minutes to load.
I got arthritis just by looking at this.
Dyam, boss!
Once again, where’s Waldo? 😉
What possessed you to undertake this?
I can’t EVEN imagine how long it took to draw this, and my jaw drops with awe.
I give up. I can’t find Waldo… 🙁
Id play þat table top wargame
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