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
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 😉