Wielder of Names 3-39
“Retain not the beast of burden as your pack animal – being made from the effervescent heat of the Flame Immortal, the animal possesses such a weak Atum that he will disperse upon entrance into the Void.
Troublesome as it may be, the only reliable way to carry your heavy cargo is by use of a sorcerer or devil binder who will surely gouge a great chunk of Profit for his services. The Shades of the recently dead are too numerous to count, pliable, and lack awareness – for this they are perfect mounts. The Thrull, the Follower, the Necked – these are fine and cheap forms of Shade and easy to warp.
The only other way is by use of automatons, which will decay rapidly if left unattended, and the poor man’s way, which is by foot. But the stride of the poor man is not lined with gold.”
-Void Trader’s manual, early circulation (Copy purchases from Yellow City underwarrens circa 600 S.C.).
Loving that Angel (?) lion guarding the turning fork.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is a boundless Want.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they will find recompense.
Blessed are the meek,
for their Want simmers beneath the surface.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for their desires will be fulfilled by those indebted to them.
Blessed are the clean of heart,
for their Want is pure and strong.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for their Want will be satisfied by empires united.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for vengeance will be theirs.
Hold up.
So the elephant looking things are altered *human shades*? They’ve got the black flame, so they can’t be servants…
That’s an angel by side of the way, isn’t it?
O’er the road again
Just can’t wait to fly o’er the road again
To walk King’s Road is simply mis’ry without end
So I can’t wait to fly o’er the road again
Behold, the American. Upon seeing a great road adorned with corpses impaled on posts, her surprise is that there are people in this strange land who use their own two feet.
Well, she IS drunk.
strength allows a traveler to endure the journey.
knowledge leads a traveler to the conducive path.
wisdom guides a traveler to use parsimony.
forgetting just one, tempts the gods’ wrath.
=//=
TO BE CARRIED TO A DESTINATION,
IS TO BE TRANSLATED,
TO STRIDE FROM YOUR ORIGIN,
IS TO WRITE A JOURNEY.
I dunno if Abaddon has said this (or if I had brought it up before or someone else did) but it occurs to me how KSBD reminds me of Wayne Barlowe’s God’s Demon art (there’s even a painting of a Demon named Abaddon). Which is all kinds of awesome.
Love how Cio looks when she’s serious xD
I love how Allison is holding onto the conversation bubble as she peers through it to the world below!
Somewhere, far below, there are a million men in cages, with a million pecks, with a million acorns pointed at them.
There is nothing quite like the contentedness of a Feline Aeon as it sits vigilantly in the twitching shade of a recently endowed Flensing Tree
If one must travel the kings road, remember to watch your feet, lest they walk you into trouble, or worse, the enquiring Gaze of an overzealous Aeon who’s Flensing tree lay bare of morbid bloated Fruit
I acquired a new understanding as I walked myself.
Throne is not a city.
Throne is City.
Without Throne, there would be no such thing as City, and without City, there would be no such thing as Throne. One births the other, the other births the one.
Why doesn’t your cargo also fall to pieces? Does it need to move quickly to be kept fresh? Is it because the porters are handling it?
I also wonder if the living victims, impaled along the path keep it in existence. It seems the sort of solution the current rulers would come up with.
I’m imagining that if struck like a tuning fork, each of those gates would sound like Earth.
The band, not the world.
Every 10th flensing tree has a Roads Department sign;
All traffic regulations STRICTLY enforced.
Your Wayne Barlowe is showing in that blurb 😉
I wonder if, perhaps, Pree Aesma did invent drink? It seems the sort of thing she would do- “if you drink enough of this you’ll get REALLY ANGRY and DO DUMB THINGS!!!”
This reminds me of the River Tethys from Hyperion Cantos, the mighty river that runs through the farcaster gates on hundreds of worlds of the Hegemony. It would take you years, but if one wished, one could take a barge and travel through all those different planets and circulate back to your own home world. I remember in that book, farcaster travel was so ubiquitous that it was fashionable for the ultra-rich to have each room of their mansion on a different planet, only accessible via the farcaster portals that served as the thresholds between each rooms. Just a simple stroll through their house would see you under the light of scores of different suns.
From above, one can scarce observe the finer details.
From below, one can scarce observe the grander scale.
What understanding can be gained is best gained by observing both.
El Camino Real. Or Surreal.
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The Winding Path of Primm has taken me down the Kings Road more times than I would care to remember. I do however take care in remembering the listens learnt while traversing this macabre trail.
In love and in glory
We worship her story
The Winding Path of Primm has taken me down the Kings Road more times than I would care to remember. I do however take care in remembering the listens learnt while traversing this macabre trail.
In love and in glory, We worship her story.
Buy a drink thy Successor
Oh ruins of Heaven
Oh ruins of Heaven oh-ohhh-oh
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