Seeker of Thrones 7-81
Chapter: 7
Behold The Mirror of Laments,
Though it may be broken, its shards will pierce your heart.
No weapon is mightier.
Even the greatest sword can be bent against it owner.
– Song of Southern Winter
Kill Six Billion Demons
BREAKER OF INFINITIES
He’ll yeah.
Limit Break feels good in the moment. Sometimes less good afterwards.
Bitter are the Laments of the Immortal.
New Headcannon:
Pontifex of Locusts is a Metal Band and “Bitter are the Laments of the Immortal” is the lead track from their new album “Laments of the Immortal.”
Sounds like a Nile song
I am reminded of a similar tale, where a powerful chieftain, captured by a rival king, was subjected to a ritualized version of the performance; execution nigh, an innocent (the King’s youngest daughter) demands he be spared, and lo, the King says “my heart is moved by this innocent’s plea. Henceforth, your ass is mine.”
Sadly, the chieftain, being a barbarian, failed to interpret the ritual correctly, and returned to his savage clan confident in the knowledge he was free to do as he wished, on the grounds the King’s daughter was horny for him. And when in the fullness of time his barbarian tribes wiped the king and his people from the face of the earth, she died caged, a plaything for a barbarian princeling.
Always make your contracts as explicit as possible, children. The repercussions of failing to do so are dire indeed.
Ah, I recall this tale—though the way I heard it told, the daughter was but a small thing, and well blessed behind the worthless urges of adolescence. But her fate was unchanged: the filthy, unclean world of the barbarians was filled with disease, claiming her soon enough. And all that really matter when comparing stories are the endings.
Huh, so that’s what young goblins look like
Could this be the gay? Perhaps it is the gay. Or perhaps it is merely cold reason that has quenches 82’s rage.
I ship it.
And I shall call you the chill pill.
Angel strength.
Take twice daily while Metatron is alive.
“… and you’re carrying the bags, miss!”
“But I’m not… *sigh.* Okay.”
The greatest angelic style
42 Puts down Table gently because of the realization that tables hold teacups
I … can’t believe I–I almost… wasted a PERFECTLY GOOD TABLE on pummeling this schmoe.
Nyave is a fine young woman, aye. It seems as though her mere existence serves as a powerful argument against 2 Michael’s view of all creation and it’s worth.
I wonder at the state of the Wheel and the universes beyond if Metatron and Michael and Juggernaut and their thorny ilk had a Nyave…
When the Human Accountant is the most awesome person in your Gnostic High-Fantasy Adventuring Party.
Nothing can break the law quite so much as overzealous pursuit of it.
Or at least, that’s how I justify my solitary life of drinking and leisure.
Behold!
The Card of the Tarot known as Strength.
Well done, Nyave.
Metatron is a stone cold bastard (probably literally)
Do not mistake the Raiment for the King.
There is no Honor in Beating a surrendering Foe
at least White Chain is making good decisions although i doubt Alice-UN will
Thought before action is priceless.
Thought after action is worthless.
Brilliant. I didn’t expect that.
So the concordant knight reach concordance
Middle panel subtext: Won’t somebody please think of the children!
At the heart of the Law, there is one divine concept: Mercy.
Sorry to break to you buddy, but we forged you guys to break the legs of our goblin servants for trying to unionize.
I mean, we put some gold filigree on it and all, but at the heart it was like, “This ‘free will’ idea turned out to be a mixed bag. If only there was someone to deal with the downsides for us so we could spend more time drinking. Ergo, angels.”
I wish to note that mercy is required to ensure only legs are broken.
Dead workers cannot work.
The fear of the children, the contempt of those who once held you in such high esteem, they pierce your soul. Only a great and terrible lie could keep you hidden from the condemning gaze in the mirror. Look deep and feel the pain and relief of healing. Or wrench your visage further, follow the path of the great and thorny lie that will hide you from yourself forever.
Oh. Look who didn’t take cover. Not a great choice, in my humble opinion.
Are those CHILDREN!? Those are probably the first beings in Throne that I’m more than 20% certain are innocent people!
Seriously, they’re only like 80%, they could be arsonists in training or something, but still.
YAAAAAAS
NYAVE, BBY!
“Reach heaven through violence.” Truer words have never been spoken on the Wheel. And yet…
Who wants heaven, anyway? Place is a proper shit-hole.