Keep thy eyes on her sword, son
For distraction’s as deadly as steel
And though a small sword it be
It’ll cut all the quicker
And spill thy stomach and spleen
Then she’ll dance on thy corpse
And laugh at thy loss
For no human lass is she.
Like I said earlier, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Cio’s alter ego makes a dramatic reappearance soon. She’s already got her old earrings back. Yabalchoath is getting very close to the surface.
Divine Avatars are a great alternative to Clerics in most editions.
This clearly isn’t one of the ones where you are expected to take 20 levels of cleric before you start in on godhood. Is a barista an Expert or a Commoner?
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Y’know. Being a polytheistic deity can be a sort of superpower lottery.
Whenever I grow dissatisfied with the life of lapping The Blood of All that Bleeds, I just stop to remember that I’m not the guy who has to clean that up.
The fellow at the desk was assigned there by his immediate superior to notarize outgoing documents from Department M. He is forever waiting to file Form B-22-11 once it arrives from Department F, but due to a minor clerical error it arrived at Level 55 instead. Poor fellow never left his post and simply died there, but talk around the Water Coolers on Levels 6 to 12 is that he will reanimate once the document is found by Inquisitions on Level 10 in order to file it properly.
[Disclaimer: Like most things in the Universe, this is a lie]
I find it funny that at this seemingly random place in an INFINITE fortress, there are a few gold coins just laying on the floor. Just how many of those things does Mammon *have*?
Those “coins” are actually foil-wrapped chocolate. Poisoned chocolate.
P.S. – if the fortress is truly infinite, the same question applies to all things within. Just how many chairs does Mammon have? How many dead accountants?
I once spent a weak in a isolated hall in Yre; there was a small temporary inn there that catered to misplaced individuals who ventured into the vaults and got terribly lost. I opted to pry some bejeweled decorative tiles from the ceiling and leave as soon as I could.
This one has noticed, does our dear Yab’s hair continue to grow in length at a noticeable rate? Perhaps we shall see a quick return to the killer hair of days past.
alt text is grammatically correct. text would have read, “it is not entirely true that…”, and “it’s” is the contraction of “it is.” “Its” is a possessive.
Hey, I remember that room! Just the way we left it after that one birthday party. And Greg is still there! Hi Greg! Such a party animal, he never wants to leave even when everyone else is gone.
In a prison, a vault.
The vault itself, a wooden horse.
Beneath that horse, a tunnel.
So, the fortress is like my grandma’s attic. What! lots of people have dead bodies in their attics!
Arsenic and Old Lace was just on the other day!
What are you talking about?!?!
You put corpses in the basement! Less smelly.
Hot things, rise, lad. In the basement, the bodies will stink up the whole house. Rather put them in the closet, for ease of access.
The vanishing perspective, the shifts in lighting, the hints of treasure, they all tend to lead one ahead. The vault is behind us.
I appreciate that Cio thought that appropriate attire isn’t just a leather catsuit, but also rope bondage
Mmmhmm! We gettin’ all Sunstone up in here!
Ah, I see you are a gentle-angel and a scholar as well…
Godspeed you! Black Emperor.
The fanart will soon take a kinkier turn.
Take note. I think that’s her hair.
It is rather magnificent, is it not?
She’s starting to get a bit mammalian too. If this keeps up she’ll be bloody Lara Croft by the time they get to the vault.
Keep your eyes on the knife.
She’s going Evil again, and everyone knows female Evil is either Sexy or Horrible Hags. (Sometimes both in the same person)
Keep thy eyes on her sword, son
For distraction’s as deadly as steel
And though a small sword it be
It’ll cut all the quicker
And spill thy stomach and spleen
Then she’ll dance on thy corpse
And laugh at thy loss
For no human lass is she.
This one thought it were her skin.
Desolate. Truly desolate.
The circle.
Perfect.
Complete.
Empty.
Infertile.
To have found death at work, forgotten in a basement; truely the highest human honour
It’s always hard to keep the lower echelons motivated.
I didn’t know that sexy Cio was something I needed in my life, but it is. Damn.
Sexy Dangerous cio is best cio 😀
Aieeeee! That last panel! Those glowing eyes!
Cio seems equally as alive and enthused to be where she is as the poor fellow in the previous panel seems dead.
Like I said earlier, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Cio’s alter ego makes a dramatic reappearance soon. She’s already got her old earrings back. Yabalchoath is getting very close to the surface.
this is probably my fav D&D party ever
we find a healer’s usual,
but classes tend to be faithful.
who here would fill the Cleric’s role?
Divine Avatars are a great alternative to Clerics in most editions.
This clearly isn’t one of the ones where you are expected to take 20 levels of cleric before you start in on godhood. Is a barista an Expert or a Commoner?
Yabalchoath is totally rocking that suit!
Last panel is really nice.
I wonder if that clerk is deceased or simply sleeping on the job.
Or if anyone has bothered to check in the past decade.
Why not both?
I’m sure it’ll come up in his performance review.
That’s an odd pose.
Night in the Museum…
It’s a bit funny how the long dark journey, as previously announced, took precisely one page to accomplish. :-p
Ah, but the Long, Dark Journey has not yet begun!
My sweet summer child! The dark journey has just began
I swear you’re peeking at Cio on purpose! She doesn’t look half bad for a demon though…
Clutter, Clutter gathers dust
And with age, even hero blades will rust
Like a shadow, slip in unheard
Not a sound, not a word
Is hat dude dead, or just sleeping at his desk?
I love that last panel of Cio.
“One man”s home is another man’s treasure chest.”
-Kassardis, probably.
Looking quite hot there, ladydaemonthief.
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Now I know,
what death gods can fear.
Crumpled accountant: ‘m nah dead, just sleepin’…
Yabalchoath with the hawt action pose. Mmm-mmm!
With those bondage ropes too!
That poor accountant in panel five… Me on a Monday.
Holy Fuck!(fap-fap-fap)
Y’know. Being a polytheistic deity can be a sort of superpower lottery.
Whenever I grow dissatisfied with the life of lapping The Blood of All that Bleeds, I just stop to remember that I’m not the guy who has to clean that up.
The fellow at the desk was assigned there by his immediate superior to notarize outgoing documents from Department M. He is forever waiting to file Form B-22-11 once it arrives from Department F, but due to a minor clerical error it arrived at Level 55 instead. Poor fellow never left his post and simply died there, but talk around the Water Coolers on Levels 6 to 12 is that he will reanimate once the document is found by Inquisitions on Level 10 in order to file it properly.
[Disclaimer: Like most things in the Universe, this is a lie]
A inverted Trojan Horse, a fortress of doors, fooling any- and everyone to open their own gate and run ahead.
Anyone know what kind of blade she’s got there? Looks like a large knife instead of a sword, but I can’t be sure.
This one finds Cio surprisingly attractive! Or perhaps not surprising given the attire.
I find it funny that at this seemingly random place in an INFINITE fortress, there are a few gold coins just laying on the floor. Just how many of those things does Mammon *have*?
As the sands of the sea, or… ahem… ocean.
Answer:
All.
All of those things.
The bank’ll take everything you love, sooner or later.
When you have an infinite number of rooms and each of them contains at least one coin, how many coins do you have?
At this point, the coins aren’t even the real wealth hoarded here.
Those “coins” are actually foil-wrapped chocolate. Poisoned chocolate.
P.S. – if the fortress is truly infinite, the same question applies to all things within. Just how many chairs does Mammon have? How many dead accountants?
The chairs have got you outnumbered.
Psst!
Turn the page.
Bondage hair catsuit. Oh my
Hmm… Cio seems to have dug up some of Yabalchoath’s old earrings.
I once spent a weak in a isolated hall in Yre; there was a small temporary inn there that catered to misplaced individuals who ventured into the vaults and got terribly lost. I opted to pry some bejeweled decorative tiles from the ceiling and leave as soon as I could.
“You can take one man’s fortress to another man’s prison, but you can’t make it drink.”
– Chazrachuil Tet Vupol, Odozian Prophet of the Mad Word
This one has noticed, does our dear Yab’s hair continue to grow in length at a noticeable rate? Perhaps we shall see a quick return to the killer hair of days past.
The alt text has a typo, should be “its” not “it’s”
alt text is grammatically correct. text would have read, “it is not entirely true that…”, and “it’s” is the contraction of “it is.” “Its” is a possessive.
I mean the “only it’s Grand Vault”, should be “only its Grand Vault”.
We’ve seen Cio frustrated, angry, regretful and cute before. But in this one she looks radiant; this is the work she was meant to do.
I think we are seeing Chi growing into the person she was previously. The changes are small but there.
“that job was boring to death”
https://0daymusic.org/
I think this one is just Spam, boss.
Praise Yabalchaoth, may she become herself again.
Look at all that hair. Oscar was right; Yabalchoath is looking more like her old self by the page ….
Charon is a sneaky one. He provided an entrance trought the floor. I loved Cio in those shibari clothes.
Hey, I remember that room! Just the way we left it after that one birthday party. And Greg is still there! Hi Greg! Such a party animal, he never wants to leave even when everyone else is gone.
Very goffick
Let us see what the golden facade of this fortress has in store…
Not all statues are stone.
Not all stone is dead.
Not all dead rest.
Really, this is how.