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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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.
Not to speak of moisture. Most basements in Throne are damp. You may have noticed the currents of water that cross the City and fall from its edges.
A saying: store cadavers, start a swamp.
Do you want a swamp in your basement?
No, really, do you? Cause I know a guy.
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.