Seeker of Thrones 5-54
Chapter: 5
“Kassardis, for his part, could do little but flee to the canyon, carrying the old swordmaster’s weapon and clad in near-rags. Once there, he hid himself among the reeds in a low pool in the bottom of the canyon. It was cool, and shady there, and the coming evening began to wash over the land, and Kassardis felt, for the first time in days, peace enter his heart.
It was with dread then, that he heard the footfalls of his three wives entering the canyon not an hour later, and knew that his time had run out.”
– Tales of the Silver Prince
What a fair wager. I wonder if Himself knows the outcome already?
How convenient cio
Oh noooo. OH NOOOOOO.
Failure, Failure, watch it die
Watch it fall, and sputter, and cry
Struggle or do not, such is the LAW
Lest ye perish within a Devil’s jaw.
Snatch the jewel from Mammom’s grip
Screw him over ‘fore you’re stripped
So heed the LAW, it’s fly-or-fall
Win the draw or lose it all.
Never trust a deal with beings like this, even if they ask nothing from you.
There will come a time when it collects what it sought, whether it was known, or naught.
It’s much easier to take Cio seriously without her glasses and hat.
Unrelated, but take a look at the character used when David Bo… I mean, Myself refers to itself as I. It’s got a little middle line. While it may just be ornamentation, it also makes it similar to the kanji characters used for words like King, Emperor, and Lord.
“Destroy the Enemy called ‘I'”
“I Am Myself” is sometimes used as an alternative translation of the Tetragrammaton, the 4 Hebrew letters more more widely translated as “I Am,” “YHWH” or “JHWH.”
I strongly doubt that this detail has escaped Abbadon’s notice, in his research.
So, is the person in the box Zoss, or Alice? I think we can rule out Yisun, probably.
Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste…
“Spare a thought for someone who claimed to be me? That’s as easy as thinking of myself.”
Exactly.
It’d be funny if the chronicler died here.
T’would be strange to discover you were reading something published by a ghost.
Chroniclers can be replaced. Ask Faust.
stranger still to find yourself enjoying it.
For a true King, there is no chance of failure in such a wager, only a choice of which enemies to destroy first.
Got a typo in your tales text ” time hard run out.” should be had. Unless you have OTHER meanings to be had…
Remember the Cthaeh. Omniscient malevolence is impossible to fully seal.
😀 Someone else reads the name of the wind, I see.
Ahh, so some among us may know what I meant by the story of the tinker, when I responded to Arkwright (above).
I am glad to see another pilgrim follower of the warrior bard.
I wonder what a Happy Mask Salesman sort of character would be like in this story.
You would think them a jovial sort, but this is a lie. That happiness is just a mask.
Truly, they are not a happy sort. Never confuse the product with the peddler.
Any half-sensible entity will be quick to inform you that a devil asking for something minor is more suspicious and dangerous than asking for the world.
Any fully-sensible entity will be quicker to inform you that the moment you heard the name “Himself”, you should have run, screaming quietly, in the other direction and not stopped until you expired of old age.
Huh. Seems fair.
It appears those speech bubbles are really murder on the bars.
Nothing risked nothing gained?
There is a legend of a man. A man who knows all legends. A man that knew HIMSELF.
As he knew all this, and indeed knew more, he was the first human to find hell. In his delirium of tricking HIM he took seven things
The first one was a cloak, made with black feathers of birds that never were. With it, he slipped through guards and hounds of hell.
The second was a mask, made of silver and lies. With it, he convinced the council he was kin. A demon.
The third one was a want, to trick and to destroy. With it, he banished fear from his mind and convinced the guards to let him through the gate.
The fourth one was madness, one that never ended. With it, the words of the demon king could not drive him further to insanity.
The fifth one was a candle, one made simple, plain. With it, he saw things only seen in candle light or under the moon’s eye.
The sixth one was violence, one that boiled deep within. With it, he completed a plan only mad man could accomplish, to destroy the king of hell.
The seventh one was a mirror, one broken in the travel. With it, he showed the king what he was, what he became after so long.
There is a legend of a man. A man who knows all legends. A man who got to know HIMSELF.
In doing so he was blessed, destroyed and reborn.
There is a legend of a thing. A thing who knows all things. A thing that was created and blessed by HIMSELF.
A proven Ride Or Die is a terrible resource to waste thoughtlessly, coming-King Allison.
But then again, what is a King if not a waster of resources.
Just binged the comic in one go, and have to say this is the most original webcomic i have ever read, and i am loving the art and characters, will be checking this comic every single day twice daily from now on (i know it doesn’t update every single day but that’s how much i like it!)
By Ciocie Cioelle will be no more, it means that they kill her, right? not they turn her back into Y A B A L C H O A T H, and she returns into the PIT
Cio is nervous. She still delude herself that she will have a yuri future with Alice-Un?
This page initially was very impactful until I remembered that he was spelling out C-O-C-A C-O-L-A.
suddenly a scene from “the Venetian Market” comes to my mind. “a liber of flesh. that is what you own me”.
“Spare a thought” becomes a lot more dangerous when one remembers what Al-YISUN’s thoughts will someday be capable of.
A thought? But what kind of thought? What will be attached to it? What emotion will taint that thought in the end? Gratitude? Anger? Exasperation? Disdain? Disgust? Pity?
What could one with the mantle of godhood upon their brow bequeath to a benefactor of such unmitigated cruelty and subterfuge?
The freedom of Mortality mayhaps?