Seeker of Thrones 5-46
Chapter: 5
“Beware, my child, the pits of the Deep,
The things that move unheard,
The Rake, the Whip, the bladed Shriek,
And the dreadful Goliant Bird.”
– Children’s rhyme, Shades
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
“Beware, my child, the pits of the Deep,
The things that move unheard,
The Rake, the Whip, the bladed Shriek,
And the dreadful Goliant Bird.”
– Children’s rhyme, Shades
Detestable. Do not look away, good Allison, you must steel yourself for worse to come.
Rude!
I’ll have you know my hefty cousin is quite the family man!
Rudeness warranted! You see that gesture he’s making? He thinks he’s sly, but hands those size are hard to miss!
That is a big verdant boy
Nay, tis Ebon
Isn’t it Ebon?
Maybe for you.
If blinded, what would you fear?
Not knowing when danger was near?
Don’t discount the horrors you can hear.
LOV THE CRONCH
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It is good that the beasts of the deep pits remain chained, this one suspects that if such horrors were to be released upon throne that their would be a sudden surge of available real estate.
Perhaps it is best for those descending into the White-Eyed Woman to occupy their minds wishing for nothing more than a sturdier elevator.
Aye, they remain chained to be set loose only when market conditions are right.
The Pale from under. Flesh gobbling face of ebony.
I think a little elevator music would do nicely to lighten the atmosphere.
Ask and ye shall receive: https://youtu.be/EcNNijfPHOo
Ah, Yahar’gul. A hidden gem.
Customs is a pain, though.
it would aggravate and incite violence.
this is axiomatic.
This, incidentally, is WHY there is no elevator music.
Wrong direction, I know, but I hear Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku.
Thanks for introducing me to this.
I am now imagining a small devil sitting atop the elevator by the gears, playing the pipes.
Mind the gap.
It’s a long way down.
And how nice of dear Goliant to point the way!
This is where you start doubting your job description.
“I have to kill six billion of these things?!”
Also, there are children in the Shades?
Children there are not. Urchins may be a better word; they are almost universally the unwanted outcome of a sordid encounter, and are thrown aside into the masses of human dretitus at a young age. Out of their desperate circumstances and inability to survive alone, they congregate in large camps or colonies (although they could just as accurately be called packs, herds, or dens), and live mostly underground, keeping to themselves.
Being completely isolated from Thronar society, and entirely devoid of the influence of adults (at least the ones that do not wish to kill them or sell them into slavery), these roving bands of orphans have developed their own bizarre culture, and even an incomprehensible pidgin-like dialect.
Their numbers tend to increase as people are priced out of other entertainments.
They are a by-product of industry.
Sooo… I’m guessing veterinarians are rare and expensive?
Looks like Allisons power-drunkness has come to an abrupt end…
In all fairness, I’d be nervous too.
“Fuck you, I’m out” -Heir to Throne
The (My) proper response to any horror game I play that doesn’t allow you (me) at least an assault rifle.
Or tank.
hi there
Be it ever so Hellish, there’s no place like Home.
Some big ol’ wingéd devil. Unsurprised that the Ebon can get that big.
A descent can become an ascent if you look at it from the right perspective. And don’t mind all the blood rushing to your head.
Worry not, tis not your own …. Oh, but this wee trickle isn’t blood is it?
A great and Ebon Devil/
Doth languish in a cage/
Beneath the Deeps, it revels/
And twists its mask with rage.
‘Ok, make the thing lower faster now please so I don’t paniccidentally the whole building with godflames?’
seems the sort of place to breed devils that even they themselves look upon with disdain
One wonders why, how and by whom these devils are chained, dispite their ebon or verdant masks.
The black king is a serious dude, but still.
Holy shit this is so cool.
Hail, Hail the Lords of the Deep!
Don’t mind him, he’s just having a mid-morning snack.
In Shades, they are lost in the dark and there is no morning.
It’s 8:00 somewhere.
Goliant Bird, Goliant Bird
Chews your bones without a word
Alas, this one’s mind has gone quite soft
From the infernal shape held aloft
By dirtied pinions great and ragged
With teeth grown long and sharp and jagged
Yes.
Such finesse.
I’m behind this.
Goliant Bird is best bird. bird. bird. BirD bIrdBirdBIRDbirdbIRDbIRdbirdbirdBIrdbiRD
For lo! It is, indeed, the word.
say it now, the great word. bird.