You know Allison, just put a little bit of Zoss on the sword, and we can cut this arc quite short.
Unrelated question, how have the demiurges been holding back Jagganoth, if a sizeable portion of their number (at least) aren’t really playing the game anymore?
Active liars and passively threatening potential play a role no doubt, but knowing Zoss lost a head with a key somewhere introduces unacceptable uncertainty for one planning to perform diplomacy by other means.
Just because Mammon dodders in his vault, does not mean his legion of followers do not maintain the empire in his name. In effect, all those who serve Mammon work towards the same goals as the other “less mad” demiurges: check Jagganoth, by whatever means necessary.
On the one hand, the dragon’s just so damn -pitiful- that you’d hate to try to harm him. On the other, well, he’s got a history. He does sit at the top of an engine designed to drain worlds of their wealth and vitality like the rest of the seven emperors, even if his hand no longer holds the tiller. It seems like he’s tired of life, and tired of regret. Maybe an end would serve as mercy and justice together?
Allison might just be one of the few individuals in the multiverse capable of bringing peace to the dragon.
It’s fitting that mammon has mastered the word Tower, now that I’ve considered the lore accompanying the last page. He lives in a tower all but unassailable. He is his own tower, massive and nigh-indestructible. But within… perhaps his heart was once girded by a tower yet more fearsome, but that tower has long since crumbled, leaving to realize he starves within his ramparts, if not for food than for something more valuable yet.
Wait, so those priests are former assassins and thieves, come to steal from Mammon but turn religious once they realize they’re trapped in an infinite vault with The Scaled God of The Deep?
Yeah, the highest caste are born and die in the vault never seeing the sun, but upon an assassination attempt he remarks “Many have tried certainly. They’ve mostly decided to stick around for some reason, it’s a hard journey in here I suppose”. So it just makes me think a lot of his priests are just thieves turned crazy, seeing as how you either fall in line with the cult or try to survive off of eating coins and diamonds
Indeed. Where else did those children come from, if not from nature taking its course amongst those already serving? Very few kids would have what it takes to get this far into Mammon’s infinitely recursive fortress/nursing home.
The Accursed Goblin is not, despite what some would have you believe, actually goblin in flesh. The few reports that claim he ever truly existed claim he was, in fact, human. He is more a totemic presence for the Guild; that which fouls prophecy, sours auspices, and otherwise muddles the waters of fate. To the Sailors Conceptual he is the Wingless Hawk. To the Keepers of the Barbaric Menagerie he is the Tolerated One. And to the Urchins Union, well, he is the First.
No threat of force will stay the child-soldiers of the Union. They will go laughing to meet your blades, and once the enemy is gone, laughing will the survivors divide up the possessions of the dead, be they brothers or be they mortal enemies. Still, there is a way to slow their hand.
When you see them descending upon you, draw your blade, and hold it across your wrist. Meet the eye of the largest among them, and recite the battle-prayer of the Accursed Goblin.
“To die would be an awfully great adventure.”
It is among the only crimes they know for urchin to slay urchin, you see.
One can always read Doc Mod’s readthrough, rereading Worm while enjoying discussions both intersting and inane. Although the story has no lack of Tragic Monsters itself.
You know Allison, just put a little bit of Zoss on the sword, and we can cut this arc quite short.
Unrelated question, how have the demiurges been holding back Jagganoth, if a sizeable portion of their number (at least) aren’t really playing the game anymore?
Active liars and passively threatening potential play a role no doubt, but knowing Zoss lost a head with a key somewhere introduces unacceptable uncertainty for one planning to perform diplomacy by other means.
Just because Mammon dodders in his vault, does not mean his legion of followers do not maintain the empire in his name. In effect, all those who serve Mammon work towards the same goals as the other “less mad” demiurges: check Jagganoth, by whatever means necessary.
Unless maybe she can slay this dragon with the power of Friendship?
Man, I want to see her ride him into battle!
In the Tarot, The Tower is a symbol of sundering. No walls stay up forever.
Doesn’t she need to gather five lackadaisical singing ponies for that?
Also, I have a feeling leaving Cio behind would disqualify her for the POWAH OF FRIENDSHIP bonus.
On the one hand, the dragon’s just so damn -pitiful- that you’d hate to try to harm him. On the other, well, he’s got a history. He does sit at the top of an engine designed to drain worlds of their wealth and vitality like the rest of the seven emperors, even if his hand no longer holds the tiller. It seems like he’s tired of life, and tired of regret. Maybe an end would serve as mercy and justice together?
Allison might just be one of the few individuals in the multiverse capable of bringing peace to the dragon.
It’s fitting that mammon has mastered the word Tower, now that I’ve considered the lore accompanying the last page. He lives in a tower all but unassailable. He is his own tower, massive and nigh-indestructible. But within… perhaps his heart was once girded by a tower yet more fearsome, but that tower has long since crumbled, leaving to realize he starves within his ramparts, if not for food than for something more valuable yet.
Mercy, pity, hurt. cut deeper than any blade and crush harder than any hammer.
I… I… Ah! Iä! Iä!
Despite myself, I am legitimately hoping the Dragon’s demeanor to not be a ruse.
🙁
Oh dear
So this is what destroyed Yabalchoath
He is a wretched and sorrowful creature. Pity him, but do not let that move your hand.
Poor Mammon
In folly did he kill his kin and thus trapped himself in the tower.
Atoning beast, rests
undying
unflinched
The lens of time has been known to warp the vision of memories. This is a trouble most familiar to the long-lived.
JUST STAB HIM!
ikr? Sword+Neck=Profit. It’s so simple.
He GENOCIDES HIS OWN SPECIES.
Alison, you wretch, give this other, older wretch the Emperor’s Peace. End this folly and you may still atone for your crimes.
Wait, so those priests are former assassins and thieves, come to steal from Mammon but turn religious once they realize they’re trapped in an infinite vault with The Scaled God of The Deep?
Many priests were born in the vault
Yeah, the highest caste are born and die in the vault never seeing the sun, but upon an assassination attempt he remarks “Many have tried certainly. They’ve mostly decided to stick around for some reason, it’s a hard journey in here I suppose”. So it just makes me think a lot of his priests are just thieves turned crazy, seeing as how you either fall in line with the cult or try to survive off of eating coins and diamonds
Indeed. Where else did those children come from, if not from nature taking its course amongst those already serving? Very few kids would have what it takes to get this far into Mammon’s infinitely recursive fortress/nursing home.
I see the dragon is not the only pitiable creature in these halls.
The Accursed Goblin is not, despite what some would have you believe, actually goblin in flesh. The few reports that claim he ever truly existed claim he was, in fact, human. He is more a totemic presence for the Guild; that which fouls prophecy, sours auspices, and otherwise muddles the waters of fate. To the Sailors Conceptual he is the Wingless Hawk. To the Keepers of the Barbaric Menagerie he is the Tolerated One. And to the Urchins Union, well, he is the First.
No threat of force will stay the child-soldiers of the Union. They will go laughing to meet your blades, and once the enemy is gone, laughing will the survivors divide up the possessions of the dead, be they brothers or be they mortal enemies. Still, there is a way to slow their hand.
When you see them descending upon you, draw your blade, and hold it across your wrist. Meet the eye of the largest among them, and recite the battle-prayer of the Accursed Goblin.
“To die would be an awfully great adventure.”
It is among the only crimes they know for urchin to slay urchin, you see.
This is not what I expected AT ALL.
My fault for reading Worm concurrently, I suppose. :/
Behemoth… Or Azazel mk 1?
*Sigh*
I really should read Worm again. I never DID quite get to the end, and it’s been so long. I’d have to start over…oh dear…
One can always read Doc Mod’s readthrough, rereading Worm while enjoying discussions both intersting and inane. Although the story has no lack of Tragic Monsters itself.
The “I think” gave him Sterling Holloway’s voice to me. I can’t unhear the giant Winnie the Pooh voice. I am incredibly sad now.
He’s certainly lived much longer than one hundred minus a day.
What?
Not Eeyore?
I like him better as Eeyore.
He’s Mammon the Pooh,
Mammon the Pooh,
willy nilly silly old black king of the universe.
Well, fuck.
I do wonder if she would have had the same welcome if power-Allison was still in control.
Poor grampa dragon.
Al-Yisun has turned a new leaf,
only to find a fallen tree in her wake,
yearning for the forest to burn.
I want to hug the dragon.
** SO tired **