Seeker of Thrones 4-30
Chapter: 4
“The Belligerents have a name for Preem Jagganoth: God’s Monster. You see, to them, he is a divine messenger, blessed by YISUN’s angels to cut away weak and useless things from the world and forge it into a more pure form. To them, he draws all evils into himself, like a great poison, in order to expunge the world of corruption.
Most people, I believe, take their worship as further proof of their insanity.”
-Peroxes the younger, S.C. 1440
War is alternatively good and bad for business- it all depends where you live.
It depends mostly on whichever rule you choose – №34, or №35.
…on the offwing note, there’s a peculiar link between Rule of Internets #34, and Rule of Acquisition №34…
I need to ponder this some more over the bottle of Marquise…
Between №34, or №35, I would go with №35.
№34. If you’re leaving scorch-marks, you need a bigger gun.
№35. That which does not kill me has made a tactical error.
Definitely №35
Unlimitless? Compact?
It’s so intricate what could it all mean.
In this case, unlimited would make more sense. 😉
I don’t think “unlimitless” is a word.
Well not with that attitude.
A gamble.
The Lord of Wrath and The Lord of Lust are treating this like a game.
Hail Preem Jagganoth, whose physique demonstrates one of the Great Truths of the Art.
Crunches are for nerds.
Unlimitless?
unlimitless!
“Oh, I would cut the world open to see it bleed.”
All this evil scheming going on and the only thing I can think of is how many cups Jagganoth must have stuck to his ass after standing up.
And upon his return to Al’Mumit, golden vessels did fall from the divine person of the Great Pankrator. And the Pankrator said thus: “COLLECT THE SHED SCRAPS INCUBUS’ DECADENCE AND FORGE THEM INTO A FORM WORTH OF ANNIHILATION.” And his Molten Smiths obeyed, for the word of JAGGANOTH was Law that surpassed the Old Law of Dead Koss, it was the Final Beautiful Law of SILENCE.
And so, the golden vessels were forged into the circuit-veins of one of the Air Dreadnoughts of the Great Host, where they conveyed the baleful will of its gunners to its dread armaments.
It is a wise one who judges the merits of a webcomic by the quality of the comment section’s banter.
Guilded Age is one. KSBD is one other.
Hey Abaddon, This has probably been pointed out already, but I don’t think “unlimitless” is the word you wanted to use…
Moving on, the way incubus digressed while talking about the potential and power he believed Allison possessed, while Jaggy practically interrupted him simply while being there, was handled very well. Panel 5 is practically a beat panel, a punchline to a morbid joke and demonstration of the challenge Allisson faces in her future.
Have I mentioned I love this comic yet?
You will find that in times of war, it is not the warrior who benefits most, no matter how much he cuts and kills and loots. The winner of all wars are the people who convince others that war is necessary. A single match can burn a field.
Dealers in arms and transport tend to do alright for themselves.
If you’re good, you can transport refugees out on the same carts that brought weapons in!
It could be salvaged, as they are also thieves.
I see we are prepping for the boss level already…
Oh does the insidious beggar king show actual concern for his indestructible friend, how humorous and soon to be delicious ironic when his pawn manages to kill the wrathful destroyer.
Corrections for you:
Panel #2: “With Allison as my wedge, I will weaken them” instead of then.
Panel #3: “Her potential is unlimited/limitless” instead of unlimitless, unless of course that is just the way Incubus speaks.
Ingsvild would be angered by the use of the word ‘unlimitless’
Limitless*?
Compact & Unlimitless – intended or typos?
Compact can also be used to mean an agreement. No defense for unlimitless though
“Unlimitless” doesn’t sound all that impressive.
Yeah, I’d probably stumble over my words too if I had gotten an eyeful of what’s under that loincloth.
It’s okay, Incubus. We all understand.
Alternate Summary of Page: Princess King’s power is so super awesome that Gandalf Bowie has to make a new word for it: “unlimitless”. Fiery Mammoth Hulk says more than two things for once, but makes up for it by standing threateningly and taking up like 30% of the page.
This looks like an interesting compact. They seek tod estroy the other five of The Seven, and Jagganoth seems to want the Master Key.
Incubus states that Alison is the True Heir, and claims she has limitless potential – a very interesting thing to hear, but not altogether surprising. I hope the girl does great things.
Seek not Tod Estroy, lest Tod Estroy seek you.
I have return as a being from the days of the forumal adventures to proffer witticism to ye.
Trust not the androgynous one. The lord of voice, that dances the magic dance. The magesterial conqueror of the goblinoid kingdom.
The Bowie of David.
Yay fighting! From jogging comes justice!
It seems the false king isn’t going to have to push too hard to get what he wants with the Heir as she has already killed one God. She likely is on her way to a second.
Mottom is still mostly alive, just aging.
And aging must lead to death, no? The true sovereign kills with time itself when a sword is unavailable.
Finally, one of the Demiurges recognizes that the naked dudebro (i.e. Zaid) isn’t the Rising King
I KNEW IT! I fucking CALLED it! The Pretty One is trying to used Al-YISUN to weaken the other False Gods so The Enemy can pick them off one by one! I’ve no choice… I’ve got to go the Board of Directors myself! Surely they’ll listen and write an urgent report to Mammon. He needs to be alerted to this grave threat to the Multiverse. Only He can stop Jagganoth.
Yeah, I called it. The fat drunk was actually Allison
Does Jagganoth hail from my universe? On those bloody planets are many beasts of scything tusks.
Learning of his plans, I feel a kinship for this warrior poet.
Unlike the other Black Emperors, he does not squirm against his fate. Even in his invulnerability, he has read the signs, and he knows his Winter is coming.
Like the wisest, he hopes only to bloom in his season, and spread his legacy as his Fate allows. True humility is to think neither greater, nor lesser than your appointed place. A good actor knows when to play the role YISUN has cast for him.
That these men will be flowers of blood, fire and steel, spreading seeds of war across eternity just underscores how we are all part of the same cycles. They plant, and I will harvest.
The plot thickens …
So Incubus does not, in fact, desire to control AL-YISUN. It seems that Incubus recognizes her true place as the heir apparent and is simply trying to secure his place in the future kingdom.
Incubus is playing a dangerous game, flirting with OBLITERATION as he is. We shall see how this all works out for him in the end. Perhaps his LUST for position will be his undoing.
I’m sure your size will help you…in bowing to the true king.
War, What is it good for?
Absolutely Nothing.
Reach heaven through violence, my friend.
It’s very peculiar that Incubus seems to find Jaganoth’s form imposing. He’s made himself, by some method, very large (although perhaps he’s merely borrowing the form of something very large). But in this setting, that should really only make him a bigger target, and that only for opponents who deal in physical attacks.
Incubus’ own specialty would seem to be to attack the mind. Should it come to blows between them(and given Jaganoth’s nature it must, eventually, unless someone else kills one or both of them), I rather doubt that Jagganoth’s bulk will protect him.
You forget that Jagganoth was imbued with thirty iron feathers, given to him by the Angels. He is now virtually untouchable. So bulk or no bulk, I think he could take Incubus
The touching is the issue. Incubus doesn’t have to. Presumably, Incubus would motivate Jagganoth to punch himself.
The kings atop their stolen thrones
They rule the worlds they’ll never own
Lust is a strange thing. Some lust for flesh. Some lust for power. Some lust for themselves. Some lust for simple satisfaction. Some lust for everything.
Still others lust for blood. These ones must be watched carefully, for a fire burns in their breast that would consume all in conflagration.
“I can see under your skirt”, said Incubus. “It’s huge.”
“It is”, answered Jagganoth.
Incubus, Incubus. You magnificent bastard. What a beautiful character you are.
My hero.
Oceans fear the thirst of gods
..why do I get the feeling their pact is of the “I’ll kill you last” variety?
Are there any other?
Some say good for nothing.
I say good for acting:
War can be a good thing.
tall as a mountain
and with every breath he takes
reality shakes
Welp, the jig is up. Now both Incubus and Jagganoth know that Allison is the true heir.
Across the multiverse, Jagganoth has few peers when it comes to the practice of Scary Looming.
oh my, Preem Jagganoth is… big
Anyone else imagining a whole bunch of chalices stuck to his butt after having been sat on?
Butt chalices are the worst of all cups. I can’t abide them.
He big. An’ that’s why we wuv him.
Is it just me, or does it look a little hard for Jagganoth to stand up?
An easy mistake! As a matter of stubbornness, our glorious leader remains in place and moves the rest of the universe instead. Even for him, the burden can be heavy.
Oh please, sycophantic raving aside; we all know that he was simply standing. Being twenty feet tall really puts a lot of stress on the body after all, it’s very likely also he’d been waiting for several hours. Pretty sure his legs fell asleep at some point while he was waiting.
Given that he gained his current power level through (IIRC) driving magic metal nails into his body, it may be the price he pays for it is never-ending pain.
He was sitting on (in?) a pile of chalices, which given his size would be something like gravel or scree in proportion. It’s not a question of strength, so much as getting out of the heap of loose stuff.
He big.
Lust includes not only desire for the carnal pleasures, or for ambition, but for the heat of battle and the bringing of death.
Pardos’ ballsack, i would not fuck with that guy
Even for all his horror, great Jagganoth is truly worthy of worship. How could anyone not kneel before such glorious destruction?
Most commonly, because he has chopped off their legs.
There are also quite a few people out there who crave their own deaths, and wish to mask this desire in the guise of heroism. But in truth, such an action is the greatest form of worship one can give onto Jagganoth.
Consider a man with no knees.
Wait. There are clearly chalices falling in panel one. They could be disturbed by the action of his rising displacing some, or they could be caught on Jag’s jewelry. I choose to believe they were lightly embedded into his skin.
I’ve really been enjoying k6bd so far. The world building has been amazing. I’m looking forward to watching this comic continue to grow.
So it was a rule-bound contest that they agreed to. It’s always nice to arrange your wars in advance, after all.
In theory. In practice, it gives shrewder or less honourable opponents a massive window to stab your back through, and then presumably pull you out of for good measure, which is why pitched battles fell out of favour minutes after the universal war started.
Really, it’s a laughably polite fiction for someone in Jag’s position to claim a state of truce with an avowed trickster like Incubus, when he knows Incubus stands to substantially weaken his own chances if he keeps his word. And Incubus knows he knows. And he knows Incubus knows he… you get the picture.
HIM BIG
TOL BEAN
SCOURING BEAN
this is a plan without flaw nor possibility of error!
“The dead shall dance…and all of Hell shall sing!”
Critique: Jag’s helmeted head seems kinda small in the past three pages? Looking back to book 2, one see’s his design is as a large humanoid proportioned as we. The helm is a snug fit for that frame.
Also, the motion lines give off a shaky/hobbling movement in this page’s first panel.
I loved his squatting rendering the previous two pages though. The movements have refined so much the past year!
That seems like the idea, i think, almost like the helmet is driven into the skin of his face.
This seems like as good a time as any to state my theory that Jagganoth is not, in fact, the primary antagonist, but a red herring. It’s Solomon that Allison & Co should worry about, no one that looks that smug is up to anything good.
Smugness is next to godliness, and gods never did anyone any good.
War has many shapes, and holds many meanings, or none at all. Each may want war, but what war?
The war after which no more wars are necessary, or possible.
Jagganoth seems a little unsteady there.
Everyone seeks to use the Rising King for their own purposes. The Angels use her as a scourging flame, as do Incubus and Jagganoth, but where the Kings expect Her to be strong enough merely to weaken the roots of the world, the Angels expect Her to burn all to ash.
It will be interesting, I think, to see who is right.
It looks like Jagganoth lost a nipple in glorious combat at some point in the recent past.
That’s the type of Dad Bod I want to get when I’m older. Muscles, a bit of pudge, and 20 feet tall.
Raise the hammer high and strike forth, weilder of the old king’s power.
But who will win this war?
Those who cling to their thrones?
Or those who inherited the true power of want?
We’ll see
Those Belligerents do not armor the one named Preem Jagganoth. Armor made of (NOT BY!) angels and empowered by their wills seems like an acceptable form for those divine wastes of space. I have this to say about Peroxes the younger’ swords: Evil is not weak and useless, nor are the weak and useless evil.
In our line of work there is no such thing as “messengers.” Diviners translate truth. The blue-masked devil is the diviner of our tale. Through her eyes we experience the all the wonder that would be before, during, and after Allison’s path of carnage.
The fact that Jagganoth requires the throne to brace himself as he stands implies that his knees are weak, and the tremors in his muscles imply silent agony. One supposes that squatting on a mound of golden chalices for any length of time would be a fatiguing endeavor, but does one dare wonder that perhaps Jagganoth’s imposition is merely a facade or is the broker of his power beginning to call in their cost?
No, as I noted above, he’s just climbing out of a pile of chalices — not weak, but in an awkward position.
Just because he’s invincible doesn’t mean he’s strong.
I pray for a day when Throne ceases to utterly terrify me.
Is it Time for flesh?
How I long for the old style of our most esteemed scribe Preem Abbadon’s telling: http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/ksbd-4-75/
Can you spot the subtle differences between the current and first chapters of the RISING KING?
(Among others, nobody drips anymore)
Abbadon, I hate hate hate to be that guy, because I love love love your body (of work!) but I can’t get my head around the (intentional?) disregard for the representation of proper anatomical forms, most egregious of all your poor characters’ hands and feet.
It is quite visible in Jaggan-, sorry, JAGGANOTH’S upright figure, where a decent torso (with a very realistic belly, is HE a middle-aged Demiurge?) gives way to lacklustre (and quite two-dimensionally flat) legs.
I’ve been having great fun with Burne Hogarth’s series of anatomy books, they’re a veritable goldmine!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burne_Hogarth
He broke the most complex anatomical shapes (hands, feet, face) into easily understood solids (cones, cylinders, prisms), so if a poor apprentice like me can fractionally improve the bird droppings he calls “drawings”, YISUN knows what you may achieve!
…
I may also be lying.
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