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
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?