Just look at how she revels in it. From her expressions on this and the previous page, I am starting to believe these are the offerings she savors the most.
By YISUN! What a wonderfully horrible fate that the Queen has bestowed upon the just king. This one did not foresee this result in his wildest dreams! Truly, the seven are beyond powerful.
fFate? Dreams? The former is a fountain of anxiety and the latter hold less intelligence than any animal. But the Queen, you say? That one holds the greatest authority within our wheel’s spokes: defy Yisun’s first law and CREATE! Answering her calling within the universal framework dots the “I’s” and crosses the “T’s.”
Is there any power greater than having one’s paperwork properly written up?
I think that I shall never see a death so lovely as a tree.
I had to check and make sure the blasted stands of wrecked stumps Allison and Cio were in didn’t resemble our Kingtree there, and I am glad to find they did not.
Bah, there is nothing lovely about trees.
They stand around all day doing nothing, swaying their branches in the wind and gossiping with other trees through the rustling of their leaves. I wish they’d stop talking about me behind my back like I don’t understand their speech.
Never trusted them, never liked them: Somewhat glad about Mottom’s conquest of Mykos, to be honest.
That is the smile of a very bored Demiurge, who just had the high point of her long, long day.
Seriously, when you spend hours sitting and passively accepting tribute, it gets dull after a while. Makes a witch want to turn a dude into a tree, just to spice things up.
Gluttonous even in her executions: she revels in the irony and fear of her subjects like a fat tiger.
No, were Mottom a truly fearsome ruler her assistant would — as has been previously suggested — have noted ‘boxes of skulls and bones’ in a dry manner, and asked the next to come forward.
To give rebellion the time of day is to encourage it. To tell a story wherein rebellion is not even a factor — that is how you truly suppress it.
That, or killing every rebel, but we all know that you then have to kill a sympathizer on the circumference for every rebel on the diameter.
I would finds ways to grow my power to such a point that I would tear such an abominable queen from here throne and publicly execute here. A being who abuses strength is no more than a belligerent beast and deserves to be put down.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Everyone here is talking about the the irony of his death, Mottom’s true form, and whether anyone will even eat those fruits, but I only have one question. Why in the world did Mottom just open a can of instant tree indoors? Now someone is going to have to dig it up, get dirt and stone everywhere, and drag that thing off to wherever it’s going to end up. Not to mention the shock to the roots will probably kill the thing anyways.
Maybe she just decided to redecorate and will instead put in a skylight and shape the tree into being her new throne. Not only would it be super cruel, but she’d have this sweet nature goddess look sitting there in the branches. Though I suppose that would tend to ensare her hat.
Just look at how she revels in it. From her expressions on this and the previous page, I am starting to believe these are the offerings she savors the most.
She spoke the Art.
Oh, the witch! Beautiful witch!
Lying mercy to the face of God!
What ya gonna do, Rising King Allison?
What an in-tree-guing reward…
This is not a fruitful topic for conversation.
It could blossom yet
I love how Mottom’s magic is basically Power Word: Whatever the FUCK I Want
I wonder if Cio (and her writer’s magic) could hold her own against Mottom’s poetry.
I wonder whose sandal is that. Wasn’t king Sor shown to wear boots?
Ah yes, continuity errors.
Pesky little things. I’ve been seeing a lot of them in my travels recently and they always irk me so.
*mic drop*
By YISUN! What a wonderfully horrible fate that the Queen has bestowed upon the just king. This one did not foresee this result in his wildest dreams! Truly, the seven are beyond powerful.
fFate? Dreams? The former is a fountain of anxiety and the latter hold less intelligence than any animal. But the Queen, you say? That one holds the greatest authority within our wheel’s spokes: defy Yisun’s first law and CREATE! Answering her calling within the universal framework dots the “I’s” and crosses the “T’s.”
Is there any power greater than having one’s paperwork properly written up?
I think that I shall never see a death so lovely as a tree.
I had to check and make sure the blasted stands of wrecked stumps Allison and Cio were in didn’t resemble our Kingtree there, and I am glad to find they did not.
Bah, there is nothing lovely about trees.
They stand around all day doing nothing, swaying their branches in the wind and gossiping with other trees through the rustling of their leaves. I wish they’d stop talking about me behind my back like I don’t understand their speech.
Never trusted them, never liked them: Somewhat glad about Mottom’s conquest of Mykos, to be honest.
So it is the Queen herself. Such a show of power. Her beauty is likely the same.
(Final panel: the most smug of possible smiles.)
That is the smile of a very bored Demiurge, who just had the high point of her long, long day.
Seriously, when you spend hours sitting and passively accepting tribute, it gets dull after a while. Makes a witch want to turn a dude into a tree, just to spice things up.
Many a time I have wondered “What would be the most useful outcome for many of the people of this realm?”
Turning them into fruit trees would be a delicious answer to this query.
Of course, you could just eat them and not worry about the whole fruit thing.
Just food for thought.
A modest proposal.
We see irony, crass and plebian, unworthy of a vaunted seventh part of ruination.
Up your game, witch.
Fuck.
WHY DON’T YOU MAKE LIKE A TREE?
AND LEAVE?
NO.
Not sure if it would be better or worse for Mottom to just go ahead and explicitly make that pun.
I’m really interested in Mottom. Don’t know whether it’s intentional or if I’m just full of shit, but I get major Almalexia vibes from her.
Gluttonous even in her executions: she revels in the irony and fear of her subjects like a fat tiger.
No, were Mottom a truly fearsome ruler her assistant would — as has been previously suggested — have noted ‘boxes of skulls and bones’ in a dry manner, and asked the next to come forward.
To give rebellion the time of day is to encourage it. To tell a story wherein rebellion is not even a factor — that is how you truly suppress it.
That, or killing every rebel, but we all know that you then have to kill a sympathizer on the circumference for every rebel on the diameter.
Was this in any way inspired by those baby-shaped pears from China, Abbadon?
One of her concubines comes home later after a shopping trip, “Honey is there a new tree in the foyer?”
Motton: “Oh… heh-heh-heh… Yes… Fruit?”
I would finds ways to grow my power to such a point that I would tear such an abominable queen from here throne and publicly execute here. A being who abuses strength is no more than a belligerent beast and deserves to be put down.
Perhaps this will give Alice-Un the wisdom of caution that she desperately needs.
To the fellow who chained himself to this sinking ship, yes you, there, in the robes?
Ahem.
“RUN TO THE HIIIIIIILLS~ RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIFE~!”
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
Everyone here is talking about the the irony of his death, Mottom’s true form, and whether anyone will even eat those fruits, but I only have one question. Why in the world did Mottom just open a can of instant tree indoors? Now someone is going to have to dig it up, get dirt and stone everywhere, and drag that thing off to wherever it’s going to end up. Not to mention the shock to the roots will probably kill the thing anyways.
I don’ think she cares, Prismatic buddy.
Maybe she just decided to redecorate and will instead put in a skylight and shape the tree into being her new throne. Not only would it be super cruel, but she’d have this sweet nature goddess look sitting there in the branches. Though I suppose that would tend to ensare her hat.
The true origins of the Gifting Tree.
Trees make good Kings. 😀
*retch* By the gods…!
you could say his audience bare fruits
-slams like button-