Seeker of Thrones 5-49
“Seeing his three wives draw ever closer and that his first plot to foil them had failed miserably, Prince Kassardis doubled his pace. Knowing he would never outrun the cruel Vastoki on open ground, he hurled himself into a sea of dead grass, and used up all his water trying to escape her grasp. A night and a day later, he emerged on the shores of the river Dal, and spent the last of his money hiring a fisherman to take him downriver.
The fisherman’s boat overturned in the town of Kol Varas, and there Kassardis did a very shameful thing. He sold to the first rich man he could find his fine silk headwrap, and his father’s silver dagger, and his waistcoat lined with sparrow feathers, which were marks of his lineage. With his sack of foreign coin he hired six strong men, belligerent knights from the wars of conquest, and hid himself in a wheelbarrow, hoping against hope that his ploy would be enough.
Vastoki arrived in the dusty town not hours later, and she was almost immediately set upon by the mercenaries that Kassardis had hired. From his hiding place, the young prince watched as Vastoki was caught in their ambush and fought desperately against stave and sword.
Vastoki was very fast, but also very slight, and no match against the six knights in close combat. Though beaten, she merely retreated to lick her wounds and set camp outside of town. One of the knights nearly lost his head to her long rifle when he ventured out to confront her, and that was that for a while.
As night fell, the knights returned to Kassardis. “Where wandereth thee, young one?” they said in their foreign dialects.
“To the land of Samura, where I may find peace and an escape from violence,” said the exhausted Kassardis, from his hiding place.
“Violence is inescapable,” guffawed the mercenaries, and robbed Kassardis of everything remaining that he owned, for they had seen he was a fool from the start. They threw him naked and beaten into the street, and spent their winnings on drink.
Kassardis, his swollen eyes full of tears and knowing his time was short, stole a woman’s garb from a washing line and a small hunk of bread and fled into the desert, the final words of the Very Wise Frog echoing in his ears.
The belligerent knights, for their part, died not hours later when they were squashed into a pulp by Littari’s iron cauldron. ”
– Tales of the Silver Prince
This will end badly, methinks.
Is there another ending for the universe? I would think not.
Absolute order, every particle and piece of energy distributed equally? A very good ending, many would call it.
You jest wildly in this thought, and even if it ever came to be, eons from now once every sun has long since burnt out and died; and every black hole has dissipated itself into the abyssal void of inexistence; once every atom constituting the last dead husks of matter in the universe have decayed and been cast amongst the dead & empty universe like dust blown around a empty room, even then- at the Planck scale and beyond, quantum fluctuations will continue to stir, and from this emptiness; once the very fabric of reality begins to break and crack, the universe shall combust anew, born once again in another creation event, making nigh everything happening in this one and every previous existence of reality mere fiction in its wake.
It is my fond wish to see such an event, if only to see a happening that I have thought of fondly. If enough of these events occur to recreate us back at this point, I hope the next me does nothing different. I would expect nothing less
And me thinks you should stop lying about thy position brother.
Your use of both you and thy is perplexing. As is your accusation against me.
you’re both incredibly lame
This one must confess that it agrees with some of the sentiments of the Court, though they are lacking in taste.
Yabalchoath lives and plots still, though her waking mind knows it not. The slightest chance at regaining her old power might wake the Dread Mistress, and she will bring Ruin ‘pon the Rising King and all the Wheel.
Poor, poor Cio, this one hopes that her true self remains dreaming in an endless sleep.
“True” is an awfully capricious word. I’d not be so hasty in applying it to something tomorrow, just because it applied yesterday.
“Dharma moves”, as they say.
Were the Heavens truly divine, yes, it would. But Throne is stagnant, rotten, corrupt. We are lost in the dark and there is no morning.
Here, the Kings and Queens of Midnight reign over a hypogean kingdom. Hell is murky, and all the wisdom of the world of reason will do naught whilst smothered by infernal unlight.
There’s a reason why Ebon Devils are called True Devils. All that is not Ebon is merely equivocation.
Bah! What is this Dharma? There is only fire, and fire alone.
Dharma is the wheel my friend, fire is a force that pushes
That which once was, slumbers still. Such is it with all things.
Carnifex would know fashion. The parties he holds at Bald Mountain are sooo chic.
I prefer to accompany the honored Carnifex on his invasions against the 40,000th Imperium. He and his spawn are such delightful company.
Truth! Truth! Lies! Lies!
Which is which this madman spies
For what is the sacred gloaming Deep
But another womb, another sleep
Dream, dream, Goddess of Thieves
for your True Self, only ruin leaves
Impressive. You would give the Head a run for its money.
Nay, the Wax One is far more illustrious and dedicated than a mere pontiff such as I.
You drew Imogene Coca!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kijXVvvkhUc
trade you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqnlFcELKrU
This one spies a Recursion.
This is most [ONLYTHEBLACKHEAVENSMAYCOMMANDME] sacred.
IA! IAAAAAA!!
Dammit Loabarrisleb! You don’t just read someone’s fanfic before they’ve finished editing and ready to present it to the world!
Especially not when they are the Chronicler Vizier of the Successor, of all the fuckers in this grand, brutal, beautiful and rotting multiverse!
A double-edged sword still cuts the enemy.
Flames do one of two things when bottled:
Starve
or EXPLODE
Ooooohh, that’s going in the quote book.
~Boom-de-yada, Boom-de-yada, Boom-de-yada, Boom-de-yada~
~I love explosions~
She is gonna wreck your world. 1st of 6 billion is gonna be one of their strongest? Awesome :p
2nd, the first was Hastet Om’s overgrown cadaver.
These shambling things with the unspeakable flame are not demons unfortunately, though it is an understandable thing.
Looks like that sexy sexy demigod is actually being helpful. Most intriguing.
Abbadon makes a comic so good, some devil/angel/other named a lake after him. That’s how you know you’re moving up in the world.
Too bad they misspelled it. 😀
Allison’s little pact with Incubus will not end well. This is indisputable. But I’m very much looking forward to seeing how the beginning and middle play out.
Ohhhhh, Yeee~ssss~!
Oh dear. AL-YIS-UN will either make a huge mistake or impress these devils. Knowing the ways of the Black Flame, both.
Does Thrax want to be granted eyes? Like was once done for the vacuous rom?
I rather suspect that Thrax has been granted eyes. Whether they have left the Nightmare is open to interpretation.
I love the determination that can be imbued into a simple “Mmmph.”
And as the hammer is grasped, even before the first strike is ever made, the one who holds it knows what they are going to create. The Architect, And his building, a home. The Artist, And his statue, wanting to be known. And the Blacksmith, his weapon to hhld.
And of course there is always demolition workers. They make space for others. Do not stand under the boom.
A hammer can build up as much as it can break down. Take care whence facing those who wield it.
That dialog is utter brilliance.
Have you read the Prince of Nothing series by Scott Bakker?
Of all the races made of flesh, at least one race of lovers is undoubted.
WHAT DO YOU SEE
TELL ME
I CANNOT SEE
WHAT DO YOU SEE
hmmm, now I want Jagganoth to act like Cnaiur urs Skiotha, Most Violent of All Men.
IS.
NOT.
TRUTH.
INFINITE.
DUDE I LOVE THE PRINCE OF NOTHING.
“Throw her into the lake of Abaddon”
I wonder where that name came from…
Christianity, I think. An all-consuming pit. AVoid.
Twelve archdemons and a Rising King walk into a room, diametrically opposed, foes.
They emerge with a compromise, having broken doors that were previously closed.
Nobody puts AL-YISUN in the corner.
I tried to silence my mother once. Boy did I regret that.
….
Also, I’m assuming Cio would’ve known something like this would’ve happened. A little forewarning would have been helpful.
Oh this is gonna get cool.
where can i find this lake of abbadon!?
Wyoming, I’m told.