Seeker of Thrones 9-105
Chapter: 9
“When Jayakka touched the dragon’s pearl, he saw at once it was not a great treasure at all, but a tiny world upon which lived innumerable small and peaceful beings. The merest imprint of his finger had smashed nearly ten thousand of them to death, and at this realization he recoiled in horror.”
– Saga of the Seven Pearls
Is her hair gray or just wet?
Her hair turned white when Ego-Allison took over.
Looks like the platinum went back to gold.
Who needs hair dye when you have magic?
Id say both
May Your name be blessed upon all, ABBADON.
Such a delightful sight You have bestowed upon us.
Now, where’s the Dragon?
Behind her, and somewhat to the right, as oriented by the last panel?
This river is actually his pee.
Looks like Al-YISUN is back.
Behold the horde.
..and blue eyes.
Hoard, generally.
..damn. My error.
No one knows what its like
to be the bad man
to be the sad man
behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
to be hated
to be fated
to telling only lies…
Now I’m wondering, what the color of Yisun’s eyes were…
When you emerge from the forge, you are something more than you were, equal parts alloy and tempering flame.
Birth of a new King? Death of an old King? Beginnings and endings are the lies we border our self with, the violence we enact upon time to create our existence as falsehoods.
Strange is the place
Where gold is as dirt
And mad gods dwell
I am beginning to think He might be the least mad of all of them. This place seems nice, and perhaps even worth the striving that went into it. Perhaps.
This one thinks the Dragon’s sanity abandoned Him long ago. This one thinks the Vault is an asylum for one driven mad by the ages.
If there’s something strange it’s that
the gold can sit but not get fat.
The rest of us don’t work like that.
Stride forth to the dragon’s waiting maw, AL-YIS-UN. Whirl and dance across the firmament, cloaked in burning white will, each footfall a step in a dance of reckless abandon. Leave the the glowing embers of your passage in the sky of night, the only tapestry worthy to chronicle your journey.
Blue eyes, white hair.
Our Allison is whole again!
Consider: the difference between a mausoleum and a warehouse is the timeframe in which you expect the goods within to move.
Mm, but then friend Ulurhad, how long does it take for a mausoleum to become a warehouse? Or, in the event I’ve misunderstood, how long does it take for a warehouse to become a mausoleum?
I feel as though the other difference is that, when goods are moved from a mausoleum, it is oft without the owner’s permission.
So then, would we here classify Ynamon as a mausoleum?
In more than one sense.
Behold the grave of ambition.
Then pray, by your own consideration, perhaps Allison Ruth may yet turn it into a warehouse.
Sixty percent off, my lovelies, for everything must go!
I was following you up to the colon. Then I woke up on the floor.
Never follow up to another man’s colon without consent, especially when blackout drunk.
I’m too morose right now to get owned this hard…
Blue eyes, white hair.
Our Allison is whole again.
My teeth Swords, my Scales Shields, my claws Spears, my wings hurricanes, and my breath is death.
Have you ever considered visiting a good esthetician and a change in diet?
Only this time our hero does not have the benefit of invisibility…
What if all the coins are mimics?
They are something far more authentic, and thus far deadlier.
Then the hoard is also a horde.
Money has killed far more than mimics ever have, seems like a strict downgrade.
…is it inside a pink lion’s mane?
LOL! Or a pink guy’s hair?
Quick, look for bubbled gems!
So, she arrived there. Alone. Now to find her beau, and make her getaway, without needing to use any other of the devils who are now dead and/or lost in the maze and/or potentially looking to kill her.
no wonder he needed an infinite vault
he’s got infinite gold that needs to be stored in it
I saw the “YNAMON” and all I can think is that this is Thronese for “Your name here”, like Mammon never got around to changing the default settings on his death-maze/treasure-vault.
Hmm… an entire gold-based ecosystem? Flora rooted in gold. Where there is water, there is life. Can’t wait to see the fauna.
Nice statuary. Tributes to former Priests of the Count, I would presume. Path on the left probably leads down the village. Also, never split the party.
Tributes? Not exactly. Death does not release you from a god’s service….
… When your treasure hoard has developed an ecology of its own, with flora adapted to subsist on a substrate of wealth, you may be approaching the concept of “enough”
Also, is that a fricken’ TOWN I see in the distance? Mammon either bought/stole a whole town for his vault, or there’s enough of an ecology here to support a FUNCTIONING SOCIETY admidst the glittering steppes!
What kind of economy would they have? Here, money is so common as to be worthless. Do they barter the necessities of life amongst each other, the simplest of commodities having become paradoxically priceless, or is there something stranger going on?
Heh, great minds think alike 😉
I, too, was wondering what they would use as “coin of the realm”, when all around them is gold.
Those coins are legal tender by decree of the Grand Dragon, and it would be quite foolish to disregard his wishes. As such, anything that’s for sale can be bought by anyone with the time to gather enough dirt. It is a strange utopia, to be sure, but what utopia isn’t?
(The Grand Dragon also decrees that all things are for sale for some price or another, but lays no guidelines for what that price should be. As such, anything that you own and would like to keep hold of must have a price tag attached with a very high, yet finite number on it.)
A robber baron of the gilded age was once asked, “How much would be enough?”
His reply was concise: “More.”
Blood, sweat, and tears are ancient coin. Finite and precious. Struggle is a worth of it’s own, but what remains to be seen is if the Dragon values any struggle other than his own.
Personally, I find it unlikely.
A band of thieves entered, one thief left.
I like the Grand Dragon’s taste in Decor…
There is a strange beauty to this place.
More than a mere vault for wealth, but culture, history…
…And perhaps more than a few people live here as well.
Alison, turn back.
Yre making a mistake.
Allison, now is your chance. Make yourself like unto Uncle Scrooge, and swim through the money.
Also, now that you’ve achieved oneness with your inner psycho, maybe go back for Cio, the cat, and the cat’s master?
Fury transforms demons from within; humans from without. Thus in baptisms of fire, and of blood, and of hallowed waters was she reforged and born anew.