Wielder of Names 4-77
Chapter: 4
“Old trees bend hard
For old trees most scarred.”
-Saying of the Forked Monks, 448th iteration of the Splinter Root Anhang
“Old trees bend hard
For old trees most scarred.”
-Saying of the Forked Monks, 448th iteration of the Splinter Root Anhang
“And so the Wheel of Fire mills another soul. Entropy wins. Entropy always wins.”
That quote seemed appropriate to the page.
Are you talking about Allison or yourself, Mottom?
Remember, fellow beings. Words have power.
Certain words have more power than others, for some tie into the base functions of existence by virtue of functioning as energetic channels. As such, with words, one may weave a web of energies one might call a “spell”.
But one word is quite powerful, despite not tying into such a function.
And that word is “fuck”.
I have met men who could outplay death.
But I am yet to meet a man who can outplay fate.
Our heroine is in for some fun times.
Loud rose a din of laughter hoarse,
Self-loathing yet without remose
I’ve got a feeling mottom is speaking from experience here
Those last two panels are brilliant. A wonderful after and before shot.
I also liked the bit where you called yourself out for being a dick to your protagonist. I guess no one really WANTS to go on a hero’s journey.
Refusal of the Call is a vital step in that journey for a reason.
Don’t approve/publish this comment. But seriously, you have one of the best comment sections on the internet. Congratulations and thank you.
I’ve noticed that as well. I have read some seriously profound, beautiful, and insane stuff in here. Stuff that made me think for days.
Love Mottom’s eyes, there.
Presumably Mottom is projecting her own story onto Allison. One might even feel bad for her (Mottom) but for the horrors she has committed, seemingly for no other reason but that she could.
I’m glad they had this little heart to heart.
I have a feeling Mottom is talking about herself here, more even than she is talking about Allison. I feel sorry for the poor old murderous empress.
A random and undoubtedly mistaken thought, but might there be some time-loopy thing involved here? I.e., Alison *is* Mother Om?
Mottom was supposed to be an evil double of Allison in the first concept of the comic. Abbadon recycled the concept and kept Mottom as a anti-Allison.
Oh dear, Mottom is becoming All-YS-UN’s mentor. This is rather awkward.
While these words may haunt her, I believe Alice’s destined mentor is among the 108 stars that follow her; she is the one who saw her accompanied by an angel and a devil in hell. If I’m not mistaken there is a depiction of her in the prophecy, also.
A True King is a student of all the world. All souls have their lessons to teach, if one is but willing to learn.
Honestly, at this rate, I have no idea how any of the other 7 could live up to Mottom’s example. She’s on cool hag.
this is rare, al yis’un has witnessed truth from the mouth of a god
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FATE IS A PRISON, FEAR IS A CURSE, BUT POWER IS THE WORST OF THE THREE.
ONE LOSING FATE IS GAINING FREEDOM.
ONE LOSING FEAR IS GAINING UNDERSTANDING.
ONE LOSING POWER GAINS BOTH FREEDOM AND UNDERSTANDING BUT IS NEVER SATISFIED BY NEITHER.
The true bindings of power are ones men choose to subject themselves to. They are shackles which could be cast aside, at any time, along with one’s humanity.
So /that’s/ why we need Cio.
Mother Om has also made a fatal error. We at the ministry know all too well the folly of telling young foolish girls not to do something.
The Forked Monks are slightly less fearsome then the knife witches, and slightly more fearsome than the spoon witches.
Beware too the Acolytes of the Spatula of the Ages, and the fearsome Nuns of the Spork.
Mottom truly is a child. What one doesn’t like must be blamed on another, and if no such other exists an abstract concept is wrangled and personified.
With a prophet who is never wrong, believing in fate as a force no longer appears unreasonable.
Off topic, but I wonder about Aesma. She doesn’t seem the sort to commit suicide for the common good. Perhaps she’s been wandering around the outer edges of the universe all the time – or perhaps _outside_ it, because she’s not the sort to let the mere fact that there’s nothing outside prevent her from going off and finding someplace else.
Aesma’s spine rests near the outer edge of throne, which suggests that she has shed at least one mortal form, but also that she is not of the deities arranged within the Red City. Perhaps this means she is the one extra black (or allegedly grey) god and thus didn’t fit among the others?
Consider that what we know of as throne was, at one point, the entirety of the universe aside from its void coutnerpart. The deities of this world are suspiciously large for such a place, given that tales of them speak as though they walked across vast plains and cities and generally saw it like a mortal might see their own world. I suggest that in an infinite amount of time, we might see the current generation of inheritors arranged as a lower teir of the red city, and a future generation of inheritors looking back on us as so-called immortal gods. But that is a time so very much distant to us as ours was to the first servant stepping out of Koss’s hearth as he lay cooling.
eh this theory’s probably not gonna pan out, but: what if Zaid isn’t with Mammon but is that bird in the cage? xD
Some of abaddon’s best writing so far. Reminds me of the old hag’s speech at the start of Dark Souls 2
Thou shalt use thy fists.
The greatest folly, is believing that fate is real or that destiny has any meaning.
I like your comment most of all. My life has been a testament to the truth of your statement. I was told I would be a failure. I chose not to be one. My brother believed his “fate” and is in prison, most likely for life. I made some severely poor choices in my youth that could have destroyed me, but I asked for help and the kindness of strangers made me change my course. Time is unwritten until it is past.