Seeker of Thrones 9-108 (MAMMON)
Chapter: 9
“[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan […], whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”
Well, he’s not quite the demon sultan (he has several equals or even superiors), but I suspect his wrath at the interruption of his own sweet lulling tune of monetary accumulation will be even more terrible – it will, unlike the mindless flailings of the idiot God, be a wrath directed with cruel intelligence and deliberate malice.
This pitiful interruption is but a taste of the radical sea change about to swell towards and toss this misbegotten monarch and his ocean of ill-gotten gold. Prepare to crest and be broken on the bow of the rising king as she passes through your little world.
Infinity to count the golden pebbles, eternity to count the silver stones, not one second spared to count the shattered bones.
F’TGN!
This can only go well.
As my people would say, you done goofed.
Way to go, hero.
“Now we have to start over!”
Woe be unto the souls of those fool enough to make the Grand Dragon lose his place.
Just look at AL YISUN’S “count”enance
“The Thing cannot be described – there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled.
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful.”
–H.P. Lovecraft
Hmm… Al-YS-UN may be nearby Mammon… but she’s not nearby the site of the battle anymore, and one could suspect that the surviving invaders have likewise scattered. Might Mammon assist the Rising King by finding gathering her surviving companions to some conveniently nearby location?
looks like our hero needs no invisibility to hide from the dragon if he’s blind.
556534935 Ah! Ah! Ah!
He needs a monocle.
Well played 😉
One bat hanging in the steeple… one bat flies in through the door… that makes two bats in my belfry. Wonderful! But wait, there’s more… 😉
This is rather metal.
Somehow I expect the dying Mottom to soon crashing into the Vault with her lil city. Dont forget whats happening outside.
Climb the tower, catch the dragon by his tail. Dance on top of the tower, and take his key.
The structure he carries on his back, this Master of a seventh of the Multiverse, actually looks rather similar to the one he carried when he was a mere beast of burden. How appropriately ironic.
The song of coins has been interrupted, the dragons dream has been disturbed. Prepare thine self
Well Allison, now I bet you wish I was there, huh? I’m gonna be real mad if you let me die back there.
The dragon is thinner than I thought! Has he lost weight?
In either case, I worry for the fate of the children. If Lord Mammon cannot see, he will surely be able to hear their crying
I count slowly, slowly, slowly getting faster.
Once I’ve started counting it’s really hard to stop.
Faster, faster. It is so exciting!
I could count forever, count until I drop.
1! 2! 3! 4!
1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4,
1-2, I love counting whatever the amount haha!
1-2-3-4, IA! IA! IA! That’s the song of the Count!
A very freudian tower indeed.
Who stopped the count? Obviously, some ABSOLUTE NUTTER!
GREAT DEVOURER, MAY YOU BE FRUITFUL AND ETERNAL
I Hate Every Single Person In This Comment Section Especially Myself
Alejandro: How? How can I do what is needed, when all I feel is… hate.
Don Diego: You hide it. With this.
–The Mask of Zorro
There was only the count.
There is only the count.
There will be only the count.