Seeker of Thrones 3-19
Chapter: 3
“Here is the second rule of sword law: a sword is not subtle. It is a naked instrument, hungry for blood. When you grasp its handle, treat it as you would a deadly viper.”
-Ryo ten Ryam
“Here is the second rule of sword law: a sword is not subtle. It is a naked instrument, hungry for blood. When you grasp its handle, treat it as you would a deadly viper.”
-Ryo ten Ryam
Beyond tribe, creed, or cause, when one attains proper knowledge of sword-law, one will become eternally miserable. Indeed, every time I see a elderly swordsman, I feel blessed that I would trained in the bow and chakram instead of a true cutting blade.
“No, but I am almost sober, please get me something to drink.”
Hmm… as representative of the 19th Order of the Mechanician’s Guild (and a living chariot o’ the gods, if ya will), let me tell you that metal remembers every abuse. Kinda like one a them icebergs, what you can see is barely a scratch on the surface. But the abuses build up inside until finally something snaps. After that it takes a Master to make it whole again, and maybe not even then.
Still, it’s a shame what that ol’ lady done to her metal, letting it go all cracked and rusty like that. You can tell she really don’t like it none. No sir, she don’t like it, not one little bit.
“Rust never sleeps”
– Bodyman’s Curse
I wonder: did she know the angel would explode, but halved him anyway to protect Our More-or-less Heroes?
Just keeps getting cooler and cooler, and then this recent switch to oval balloons. Really takes away from the rest of the image, doesn’t fit the style.
EVERY single hair from your head.
Including eye brows, lashes, and within your nostrils.
Huh, all the cups around her appear to be fully intact.
“I don’t suppose either of you want to learn sword law, do you? If so, let me tell you. Don’t.”
To borrow from We Need To Talk About Fifty Five: “Is she dead?”–a question that would have been absurd in any other place.
Those teacups are impressive indeed. Three fortnight I slaved, schemed, and killed to steal a single one from the Silar of my cell in the Ink guild, a man by the name of Red Moon Eclipses The Sun (he was called Rojello when his back was turned). Four days and three nights we fought after he discovered my scheme, until i used a pen to open his throat and leave his bloated body to ferment in a vat of ink. As a consequence I received both the position and the possessions of the late Rojello; this was distressing to me, as the Silar is burdened with far too many responsibilities (and perjorative nicknames) to make the exorbitant pay worth the trouble. I quickly shed the position when an offer arose from a rival guild, though circumstances meant I was only able to take essentials with me, as well as a single teacup from Rojello’s extensive collection.
Ironically enough, the cup broke three days afterwards. Reach Heaven Through Violence.
She sayin’:
“Ey girl, i ain’t movin’ from here until you find my other shoe.”
A corollary to the second law is that how one handles a deadly viper says a great deal about how one will treat a sword.
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Looks about as pleasant as one could be after eating a thorn’ed angel’s death explosion.