Seeker of Thrones 5-38
“Littari was Prince Kassardis’ second wife, and though she was not quite as young and vigorous as his wife Vastoki, nor as patient and wise as his wife Ipreski, her bloodlust was the strongest by far. Where Vastoki was thin and lithe, and favored traveling clothes, Littari wore a full set of eidolon-wrought armor, which she cleaned and polished constantly, and gave her the appearance of a gargantuan demon. She was twelve spans tall, and had enormous teeth. Her bulging muscles meant tailoring for her was a nightmare for her maids, so she spurned their service, and preferred to travel with her cook, sandal bearer, and sword-master only.
Littari was far too strong to use a sword, for any normal weapon would break and shatter with the immense force she put upon it. Instead, she dragged around with her a great and heavy iron cauldron, with which she would beat opponents to death quite savagely. It was to this pot which the prince’s other wives had promised to chain her and force her to serve as a scullery slave, and so she had taken an oath of revenge to pulp, cook, and eat them.
Littari was by far the least popular of the prince’s three wives, and so she only learned of his escape after the young Vastoki had started her pursuit. Nevertheless, by the second day, she was not far behind her quarry, and her steps shook the dust from the eaves of peasant homes as she passed.”
– Tales of the Silver Prince
Good to see thou again, Red!
Smoking is a dirty habit.
Flame is fearful and thematic.
drop that match before I grab it.
Your poesy on point is sublime.
I plaudit your comments this time.
Who knew a wax head could so rhyme?
We’re made to fill a certain role.
As molten, poured into a mould.
Will last as long as we’re kept cold
How long can we play this game?
Three lines long, end rhymes the same.
Eight beat meter… oops… I’m lame.
Tacos are pretty tasty.
I bow to thee.
You need to see.
It’s brevity.
Back to where we began!
OH BOY HE’S BACK
I was wondering when this guy would show up with his freaky coat.
Oskar is the Green Ranger of our merry band. You tune in every week, hoping he’ll show up.
In all immemorial time, has there ever been a more garish mask?
Subtlety is key, in the hunt as with women.
Fool! You speak of he who once laid with Yabalchoath Herself! The Dread Mistress of Thieves once took yon crimson snout as lover!
Judging by the betaloned hand of the mask’s owner, he cares little for subtlety, and likely less for women. I suspect, though, that he enjoys the hunt more than he ought.
Well, you know what they say about devils with long noses…
Their Flames taste delicious!
Anyone expecting subtlety from Oscar should get their disappointment out of the way upfront.
Oh hey it’s this guy.
That’s about 2.7 meters, or 9 feet. Tall, indeed.
Oskar! My buddy!!!
Ah yes! the prodigal “best character ” has returned. Everyone hold on to your coin purses, this is going to be a wild ride!
An actor returns to our little play! Where has he been all this time? Does it matter?
His actions-to-be will be of great interest.
If the shop keeper sees by smell, does not smoking blind him? Or perhaps that is his intention.
Abaddon has been asked:
“How much does smoking impair a goblin’s ability to see?”
And responded:
“A fair amount actually, but they get a lot more nuance out of it given their extremely sensitive noses, so it’s a popular pastime.”
(That was after I commented. I saw it, but thanks for pointing it out anyway!)
Tengu Cowboy X Fanfiction Author OTP!!!!
I’ll raise you a “Broken, trans cop X omnisexual, unflappable rogue”
Take every man his bird, and may the tallest ship endure the line!
Littari has mastered the Hive sword logic, with a pot no less. It would seem she is the dowry-holder, instead of the Prince.
So, when is this getting turned into the next epic HBO series? Because it deserves nothing less.
Once game of thrones ends its run, give it time.
Red said to the shopkeeper, ‘I want an earring as tacky as it is obscene.’
Queer birds, huh? Me thinks Oskar is of kin with the audience.
Birds do not exist, there is only flocks of Goddesses, or birds.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very interested in comic events and how things will play out, but I am also somewhat invested in the “Tales of the Silver Prince” so I hope you will write this story to completion over the next few pages and not jump to something else.
My my. Does Oscar look bigger than the last time we met him?
Looks like he dumped the silly robe too.
You have such a way with mythic prose, Abaddon. You’ve definitely distilled the ‘feel’ of it down to a nice, delicious essence. I’d follow for that alone even without the main plot and the stunning visuals.
I too would compliment Abbadon on his mastery of language and tone. It rings of Tolkien and Gilgamesh, and his words are those of an iron club laced with peach petals.
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Pardon my audacity, but I simply must ask — does your given name pertain whatsoever to the quantity of your resurrections?
The further this tale descends into the pits of Throne’s depravity. The more it starts to resemble the weirdest noir story ever.
“I knew the dame was trouble, from the moment she tumbled down the stairs and into my life.”
You mean it hasn’t been a noir story right from the start?
THERE HE IS! THERE’S THE BOY!
My sweet, sweet baby boy!
Does this large red fellow have a long nose because he is a liar? Or is he a sniffer of lies. I think that it is both and neither.
Tengu Returns
Tengu Returns!
It’s really interesting that demons smoke filtered cigarettes. It raises so many questions about demon biology.
It could just be that those are the ones that are easily available. Who knows what world that cigarette is imported from?
Why assume they’re filtered? Maybe it’s just a tube end to help use all the expensive tobacco fully? Hell, why assume it’s tobacco? Could be hash oil and frog hair for all we know…
I suspect they prize the habit for its flame, not the contents of its smoke.
Linguistics is a strange science. For I can’t tell if our friend here is calling our friends peculiar or gay.
Or for that matter whether you mean happy or homosexual! The linguistic rabbit hole has no end. I’ll race you!
“Race”? As Gorinich’s title so clearly states, they’re a Buffon.
Would you please toast me a couple of sardines, or whatever the local analog is?
In ear the angel
Frozen shy by his boldness
Flame victorious
Whass he doin’, stikin’ dat nose where it don’ belong?
Strap yourselves in, sugarcups.
Buckle up Aly-sun, the ride is about to get bumpy
What do you suppose devil fur feels like?
Do you think it’s really course? Or deceptively soft?
He’ll shrivel thee down and wear thee for an earring.
Cio is a bit of a babe in this. Even nothingness is impressed.
A well missed ally for the days ahead.
Loooooota knickknacks I’ve been noticing. Like Cio’s teapot brooch and nekkid lady earrings….and Japanese style toy model?
Do I smell the strangest, eclectic set of sponsorship deals on the night side of throne?
Nope, Just good food and cigarettes.
A dramatic entrance is the foundation of a proper transaction.
My baloney has a first name, it’s O-S-K-A-R.
My baloney has a second name, it’s… O-S-K-A-R.
Ah, it’s not HER calling card she’s holding up. It’s Red’s.
These regular updates are better than cocaine. Er, I mean, thus spoke the Fuschia Methodical Death Unicycle Prophet of the Ninth Circle: “Truly, thou hast made updates cyclicaler which exceed cocaine in potency, under the purity standards of the Old Law, which was smote into the fibers of my very being.”
Ah, devils. Is there a more horrid kindred?
…
Besides the faeries, of course. Filthy creatures, the garden-tenders of the gods. Too stringy to eat, too fast to reliably hunt, and snide and mocking like little children. The powders of their wings, however, if brewed into a tea or taken orally, are a delightful narcotic that is the sole reason why I tolerate their presence in my garden.
OSCAR!!!!!!!!
Pass ye by lords and lasses
A demon passes with no respect for classes
Bitter as a lover scorned
beware his red mask, cracked and horned
He shall not use his his immortal name
For paltry riches or worthless fame
Lest ye be kind and bend yer knee
for his service is grand yet ne’er free
How did Oskar get past White Chain, who was standing outside, looking out?
why do people on
this nice internet comic
write strange poetry
Oh, it’s that guy again.
Is it just me, or is Oskar’s other earring a dress?