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.