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
“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
There is no heaven, for there is only Throne.
For Throne simply is, a suppurating mass hosting thousands of worlds and their long shadows.
To plunge its depths and grant audience at the Heretic’s Court is to bear stigma.
Now and forever.
… so very close to poignant. But to plunge is a directed verb. Either was meant ‘to plunge into its depths,’ or ‘to plumb its depths’, meaning to take its measure. Either would work well.
Or perhaps you meant to plunger it like a toilet? What clogs that would unleash!
“The Rake, the Whip, the bladed Shrek…”
“What are yu doin’ in mah Shaydes!?!?”
It’s rude to stare.
WHO DAT
Goliant Bird of course. The Saint of Starvation. The Inverse Vulture.
The farther down you go, the worse it gets…
Also, I now want to hear the entire Shades version of Jabberwocky.
She took her rusted sword in hand,
trusting rigid forms of thought,
opened her pituitary gland
and lost the battle before ’twas fought.
Nice neighborhood- I wonder what the rent is like.
Nom Nom Nom!
Is this a hell? Because it certainly seems like one.
Yes, but a hell for who?
Is this a hell? Because it certainly seems like one. Dante would recognise this place in a heartbeat.
Haven’t heard that Rhyme, Abbadon. But I know the one that goes “snicker-snack” :3c
I wonder if it burbles? And if that blade is of the vorpal family?
I bet Elphaba wishes she had that flying monkey.
Oh! So that is the Jabberwock.. snicker snacking.
A preference for the head, curiously. Perhaps it seeks divinity.
It is neither a pleasant place nor even a place for pleasantries.
Everyone should have a care for their pleasantries at the Heretic’s Court.
We wouldn’t want things to get unpleasant.
I told in the last building meeting that owners should watch over their pets. now, to whom belong this winged beast?
My my, has my cousin grown!
Looks like he’s on the protein!
Also, I’m reminded of why I don’t attend family gatherings. (Such low hygiene!)
The guy’s got chains. That means he’s a pet. These folks like pets. So homey. Sword-girl can relax.
The Scholar, The Scoundrel, The Sheriff, The Sovereign.
Seven depths and sins, but hell is far fresher than the future that is to come.
at the bottom of the shaft is a pool of ichor so slick and so black that it forms a perfect mirror. everything reflected in it is cursed to turn to dust, eventually. none has ever escaped this fate, though the timeline remains uncertain.
new mask who dis
“Oh, that’s just Frank. Ignore him.”
Descent
“Valhalla this is Vertigo 1 preparing to jump.”
Powerful memories
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiIt0XZgrng
The first test of the Heretic’s Court is reaching it.
Men prefer to believe that they are degenerated angels, rather than elevated apes.
William Winwood Reade, Chapter III, “Liberty”