My headcannon is that the signs aren’t translatable, even to their owners. “The noodle shop? Yeah, that’s the one with red text on a blue circle. First letter looks sorta like a horse.”
The tale of how, exactly, Mathangi ten Meti Mantra became the apprentice of Meti the Destroyer is the stuff of legend. But now, NOW we will finally know what happened.
I suppose the arrival of the Rising King and her companions to Throne will have to wait, fascinating though it is.
A mind is as an anthill, a thousand thousand aimless scurriers which, by their stumbling, push each other into action.
A colony of only purposeful soldiers is very dangerous, yet makes a poor anthill.
In my observations of the various beggars in the world, I have noticed several classes of vagabonds. Some, such as in my own arboreal homeland, are simple hermits; the cities, by contrast, are often those who are simply insane, unlucky, or simply quite poor. However, true mendicants, fettered but unbound, are found everywhere, and I personally find that quite terrifying.
Mentor, or champion? Whyfor inquire the Advisor of the Destroyer?
Ah!
Ah!!!
I greatly approve of this! To see the story of the cleaving woman, this pleases me greatly.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trade in its most primal form.
Give the old food. In exchange they will scare the hell out of you.
Yep, Meti is definitely Diogenes. Is she gonna throw away the bowl when she sees someone using their hands to eat?
My headcannon is that the signs aren’t translatable, even to their owners. “The noodle shop? Yeah, that’s the one with red text on a blue circle. First letter looks sorta like a horse.”
So, it’s an ideograph, more than actual writing?
like a men’s room sign.
Not even that, though it might evolve into one.
Dear Abbadon…. no you won’t
Three-quarters of those signs would not be translatable even if you rendered the words on them in English.
No scabbard holds it,
This blade, weary of glory.
It cuts all the same.
None the different, it heals
fresh from loss, that shield
Released by all
And Now For Something Completely Different . . .
The tale of how, exactly, Mathangi ten Meti Mantra became the apprentice of Meti the Destroyer is the stuff of legend. But now, NOW we will finally know what happened.
I suppose the arrival of the Rising King and her companions to Throne will have to wait, fascinating though it is.
A mind is as an anthill, a thousand thousand aimless scurriers which, by their stumbling, push each other into action.
A colony of only purposeful soldiers is very dangerous, yet makes a poor anthill.
I’ve come to suspect Maya, as a fellow student of Royalty, will be one of Allison’s greatest obstacles on her path to godhood.
So now we jump to auntie Maya?
Interesting.
I see Meti is also a gourmand when it comes to noodles.
This marketplace scene is amazing and Baby Maya is adorable!
In my observations of the various beggars in the world, I have noticed several classes of vagabonds. Some, such as in my own arboreal homeland, are simple hermits; the cities, by contrast, are often those who are simply insane, unlucky, or simply quite poor. However, true mendicants, fettered but unbound, are found everywhere, and I personally find that quite terrifying.
I can already see Mathangi teaching Alice swing that stolen big sword of hers
Liberated spoil of war.
O! to the great destroyer
Some days I wish I was powerful enough to live in a barrel in the market without being kicked out. Alas, not all of us are Meti.
That tiny little bearded Red Devil… is that Vladok?
should this not be 2-17?
Fight one man or one million, the only difference is scale.
Fighting hunger is altogether more frustrating, since it can only be fought by surrendering to it.
As abstract concepts go, it is remarkably smug about it.
I like this new character instantly. Great introduction.
Staying in this crappy motel in getting expensive. Maybe I should take to a barrel in the marketplace.
Methinks, perhaps, that a parallel is being drawn here.
Or maybe a square. One is confused by ambiguity of this nature.