Seeker of Thrones 9-109
“Once, on the road, Prim met a meditating sage who had spent most of his life on top of a flat rock. They had black bread and shared some ajash, as was custom. The sage was thankful, as the road was not very frequently traveled in those days and he was very near the point of starvation. During his conversation, he was delighted to learn of Prim’s extensive mastery of Empty Palms and the fifty five earthly purities. Delighted, and as payment for his meal, he taught Prim the meaning of watchfulness.
This was the old breathing and cold-atum technique often used by warrior monks in those days. It ran through the following methodology:
Build a tower, and make it impregnable. Make every stone so tightly sealed that no insect can squeeze through, no grain of sand can make it inside. Your tower must have no windows or doors. It must not accept passage by friend or foe. No weapon, no act of violence, and not one mote of love may penetrate its stony interior.
“Why build the tower this way?” said Prim?
“It will make you invincible,” said the sage, “This is the way of Ya-at slave monks. Their skin is like iron, and so are their hearts. They are inured to death and fear. Grief shall never find them, and neither shall weakness.”
Prim thought a moment, and came upon a realization, for she was wise, obedient, and an excellent daughter. “If a man built a tower this way, he would quickly starve, no matter how strong he became.”
The sage was even more delighted. “Yes,” he said, “There is a better way, and I will teach it to you:
Once you have built your tower, you must deconstruct it, brick by brick, stone by stone. You must do it meticulously and carefully, so that while you leave no physical trace of it remaining, your tower is still built in your mind and your heart, ready to spring anew at a moment’s notice.
You can enjoy the fresh air, and eat fine meals, and enjoy a good drink with your friends, but all the while your tower remains standing. You are both prisoner and warden. This is the hardest way, but the strongest.”
Prim saw the wisdom in this, and quickly made to return to the road, but the sage stopped her before she left.
“As you to your earlier remark,” the sage said, “The man who builds his tower but cannot take it apart again – that man is at the pinnacle of his strength. But that man will surely perish.”
– Prim Masters the Road

I once had an epiphany quite like the Dragon’s this winter, as I began my 47th Skyrim playthrough and couldn’t find a dungeon I wasn’t familiar with.
Who is greedy and strong will seek and find, and seek and find. And in ever seeking and ever finding, he will despair of seeking. Only then will have Found.
Oh, the auld dear…
This is an interesting turn of events. Will the Young King be able to continue her journey?
Dragon Surprises Himself
Manners Are Golden
Blind in Eye
Keen in Nose
Mammon Admits the Burden
To the Contrite Visitor.
Well that was….unexpected.
Has the Great Dragon… gone senile?
I swear if anything happens to grandpa dragon I’m gonna be upset
The beast has seven heads.
You wouldn’t think it would be possible to feel pity and concern for a gold-hoarding dragon god of 111,111 worlds. Kill Six Billion Demons is, if nothing, ready to surprise.
Bless his heart. I didn’t expect the dragon to be senile.
Oh snap, Mammon’s a nice dragon.
I didn’t expect that.
Oh dear. So the great dragon has forgotten why he even did all this?
This was… not expected
It seems the Dragon is either the very essence of greed, hoarding for hoarding’s sake, or has gone senile, forgetting what the meaning of his existence is. Perhaps both.
That makes two monsters I pity.
Poor old fool… The Scaled God of the Deep has withered much.
Uh… WHY exactly is Allison doing this again? I’m getting progressively more uncomfortable with this as we see how far the Demiurges have fallen.
All this latest King wants at the moment is her boyfriend back. She braves demons, gods, and the multiverse itself, sacrificing allies, slaughtering enemies, and challenging the rotting corpse of the universes greatest heroes…for some guy she decided to sleep wth.
Long live our new King.
Stagnation is sin.
And anyway, remember that a King is so powerful as to destroy without intent or knowledge. Oceans of blood are on Mammon’s hands, even if he’s clueless to it all.
Pity the Dragon: but do not let that stay your hand. This is a mission of mercy; both for those who suffer under the heels of the seven-headed beast and for the beast itself. Their only peace shall be found when head and body part.
This is a mission of mercy at this point.
To save her “boyfriend”.
Supposedly the Thorns have Zaid stashed in here somewhere.
This is a rescue mission.
Zoss seems to be under the impression that his successors will force her to kill them while she’s in town.
The Seven, not the Thorns
The worlds of the Wheel started a disaster, cruelty on an unimaginable scale, but now ready to tip over to something worse. And the power best positioned to take over, Demiurge Jagganoth, plans to reset everything with the ending of most life.
It appears that the former King Zoss attempted to relinquish his reign (wonder what caused that?) by appointing Zaid as Heir and handing over the Key of Kings to him. By accident, perhaps, Allison has become the Heir instead and now has the very unsavory task of trying to resolve this mess.
The Demiurges have fallen far, but they still receive their tributes of blood and bone and they can still cause enormous destruction. For example, how many will die when Queen Mottom and the Grand Dragon fight in the near future as surely they must?
Allison could walk away from all this, and hide for an eternity as Zoss apparently did. But that won’t stop this tragedy.
She’s just here to get Zaid
Mammon seems like a chill dude who’s forgotten his true purpose, and doesn’t really care about what’s going on in life. He’s old. Maybe he’s bored, and that’s why he’s counting all his gold.
the amount of gold in his vault is goals though plz gimme
I guess all grumpy old men are the same, even Gods.
well.. uh.. he kind of looks.. cute?
this is so goddam cool
Reminds me of a short story I read about a barrow guarded by a troll. The hero slew the troll but was trapped by the treasure. There was too much of it to remove and he didn’t dare leave the barrow to get wagons and help because he was afraid others would take the treasure. So all he could do was remain and defend it. And over time, he became less and less human eventually becoming a troll.
Painting and Imagination, Stereotype and Rumour. None can judge just by one or two of these. One must see past only perspective and see the whole. See the Spirit. Then one can truly Paint.
Also could we have just the third panel? It would make a great wallpaper. I would copy it myself but my drawing would bring both sorrow compared to your exquisite art.
What do you think about Death, my lovelies?
To some, it would be mercy.
Demanding an apology. Truly, this is the the most heinous of punishments for one who aspires to royalty. Too bad for him that Al-YISUN does not truly aspire to it.
Moreover, Allison is such a polite girl.
Grandpa Mammon is pleased with your apology
From Black Emperor to doddering old grandfather. Reality is a lie indeed.