Wielder of Names 5-102
Chapter: 5
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“Mastery: the power to fill a man with death before his next exhalation.”
– Book of War, Knights Belligerent
The next Kill Six Billion Demons update will be Friday, August 5th with a two page spread.
Going to give this one another day in the oven to not rush it, but here’s something if you want to spoil yourself a bit
This is why I tend to be against the forging of siege-constructs. When one starts down the path of enlightenment, the result is irritatingly disruptive.
But then again, giant golden baby. There are pros and cons here.
I imagine it sounds like this. Pro or con?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cr6eFl7hCiA
I am awash with joy.
Multidimensional Kool-Aid man moments
Love the visual comedy on the bottom row of the page. I guess you could say that bird man really…wait for it. FLEW!
I’m still feeling peckish for more puns. Would your feathers be rustled if I asked you for more? Or would you soar at the chance? You could probably do it on one leg. Don’t be shy, spread your wings. Show us your colors.
This looks exciting. What I wouldn’t do to be amidst it all…
“No fucking way”
As in “this is glorious”, right, Alice-UN?
Let the feast start
Way.
A feast of flesh, blood and steel!
Not literally.
…I hope.
“L’équipage vous souhaite un bon appétit”~
yes literally. one hopes.
Who lets this baby in here?
“OH YEAH!”
Beat me to it. -.-
The hover text beat you both to it.
Koolaid-ing through the wall like a big baby boss.
And now with all the the predators circled like the hungry jackals they are, will she who chooses to be king over peasant choose to fight or once more opt for flight? What say you INGSVLD? Is this crowd of combatants just a bit too much for such a newborn power?
You ask me to judge our quarry’s bravery? An odd request. To have the bearing of a king (and indeed, to wield a key of kings) is a matter of a great and terrible will. But for her to fight here would be a waste of that power, and supremely foolish besides–key or no, she stands no chance against the forces arrayed against her.
In her place, I would fight were my oath at stake, and by this determination I would be girded. A Peregrine would battle in their duty to the King’s Road, a Belligerent would dive into the fray for such is their bloody wont, and a Beggar would no doubt invite the entire crowd to join them for drinks. But the girl has no such thing binding her to this place, and no reason to fight. She shall flee, and I shall chase her down and claim the power to fulfill my geas. Such is my will.
A story ought not be certain of its end before it has reached it, dear fellow.
Though a fool’s wager it may be, I’ve got 20 rupees on Princess Ruto winning the day.
My rupees on Irene the witch
Am I the only one who feels that she’s actually gonna…”recruit” a bunch of these guys? Meti at least, since she’s on the prophecy picture, maybe more? Like, she does something stupid and awesome and it impresses a bunch and they decide to hitch their wagons to hers?
Man, Thorn Knight and Androgynous Angel are slow.
i guess this is fair, given she just committed an act of terrorism (technically)
Well, kingling, don’t leave them waiting. Be sure to introduce yourself.
We are roughly two angels away from the best party ever.
+1
Mottom’s digs. Mottom’s party. I’m sure Mother Om really appreciated that thoughtful gift of mortality. What will she give Allison in reply?
I don’t even dare guess who is on whom’s side at this point, and our party crashing pair of angels still hasn’t shown up yet, and the whole place is on a self-destruct countdown as Mottom ages into oblivion on fast forward. Oh, and she’s lost that sword she was carrying around, but I doubt it will do her much good or evil at this point. Mmmm Hmmm, yep, situation normal.
Tis a mighty shrine to FUBAR, goddess of things going horribly, horribly wrong. As usual.
She left the sword behind to disguise herself as a sacrificial concubine. Cio probably snagged it, since she liked it better when Alice carried it.
She left the sword back with Cio.
I can’t help but wonder: what kind of purpose could possibly be served by a race of gigantic babies?
I bet you a soul donut that the baby is Om all juiced out on burnt peach blood.
Our storyteller indicates elsewhere that this is likely a being which is only a century old, and will take many more before they are physically mature.
One wonders what their purpose is, with such a life cycle.
That girl, with the Goggles… An assassin from a place i never got a name of, ofcourse she’s really just the eyes atop her head there… the goggles are to blend in.
Ah the old kool aid man entrance never gets old even after eons. And knowing how thing go down it’s going to be a free for all with buildings on fire and half the fighters dead.
Glorious.
I am NOT changing that diaper.
Make bird boy do it once he finishes being all handy.
Oh God, I just realize that Layla Brimstone, Gun Witch, is riding a rifle like it’s a broomstick.
She was shown doing so during her introductory scene. You are welcome to look back through the archives to witness again.
I’m certain that what you really meant to say was “riding a rifle like it’s a BOOMSTICK.”
I have oft been told that humanity is weakest in its infancy. Tiny, babbling, immobile, defenseless, squishy.
“They are in this fragile state for years!” my brothers would urge. But I say nay. For it is in this stage of life that humans have the greatest willpower, untainted by time and others’ words. Babies have but one need. AND THAT NEED IS DESTRUCTION.
It is known that to shatter the vessel of an angel would require a great number of powerful martial artists working in concert.
One ponders if this qualifies.
Maybe, but it’s claimed otherwise on page /ksbd-3-36/ and on page /ksbd-4-63/
Step right up! Place your bets! Name your champion!
I call the Knight of the Holey Cleaver and will wager three aetheric lodestones (in true glass).
All my money on Battle Baby.
I’ll take that action.
Iconoclast, but interest rides upon Eris-Lo Kai, titled Vatra.
Speaks the loudest, wears the most prominent frown. First spear thrown too.
I guess he’ll at least take a while to die.
You know, If I was part of an army of bad asses all about to attack two people and one of them couldn’t even deign to look at us, I would let the guy next to me go first.
As a precautionary measure.
It appears that Mother Om had forgotten to plan for the size of some of her guardians. It is alright however, they appear to make their own way.
Such a sight to see. 108 blades shining like stars in this dark room.
Such a sight to see, 108 blade shining like stars in the sky.
Bird man takes the golden reward for being the first one to get merk. Now who’s gonna get silver?
Oh, I see a man at the back as a matter of fact
His eyes are as red as the sun
And the girl in the corner let no one ignore her
Cause she thinks she’s the passionate one!
OH!
It was like lightning
Everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing
Cause they all started grooving!
So I am guessing Mottom ate all the remaining youth fruit and became a super baby
Yes way!
In this fool’s history of vagrancy, murder and looting, he has been long ago learned that the correct response to gigantic and evil looking infants is to cry out, “Oh Hell No!” and rapidly abscond in the opposite direction.
The Buddha baby says, “Standoffs are for losers.”
This looks glorious.
I am definitely /eager/ for more.
How does grandeur retain itself?
It is centrifugal, orbiting mundanity, escalating but tethered.
I am cannot fathom how, but I evade dizziness and retain utter clarity.
Is this Mottom, having eaten all the (remaining) fruit at once?
Hrotomos, one of the Pursuers who survived the battle of Hell 71 and now chase the Key of Kings.
http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/ksbd-3-53-54/
The colossal child was present the last time we saw all of the pursuers of the Key gathered together. http://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-2-39-pursuers/
Last time was just in Shade form, was all.
And now what would be appropriate would be one of those “community events” where everyone proposes personal histories for each of those previously unseen characters.
…Unless they already have them.
Would not be surprised.
OH SHIT IT’S TIME BABY
Whoa! way to crash a party…
…Well, if all these mercenaries were coming after me, I supposed I’d very terrified and flattered at the same time!
You’ve seen Space Baby.
You’ve tolerated Time Baby.
Can you deal with the awesome funkiness of Soul Baby?
I am afraid I have developed feelings for Orange Goggles there in the last two frames.
I shouldn’t assume much about people we’ve only just met… but in my experience, feelings for piscean folk usually don’t last long. Awkward biological differences. Abbreviated emotions. Odd smells.
That, and she’s likely a bloody woman, judging by the company she keeps.
Alas, you are right. Yet it remains that some of the most beautiful things are also the most fleeting.
I’m glad you have such an easy time letting things go.
I expect your crush is about to get crushed by a giant baby.
Princess Ruto flashbacks?
I had too look that one up, actually. Never played Zelda in my youth. Yet I cannot confidently say the same for the author. The resemblance is strong with this one.
Hrotomos (the big baby) would likely be the most difficult Pursuer to flee from, as the dynamic entry techniques of K’hul-Eid are known to thwart both space and time. It is said that a certain inquisition uses a modified version of these techniques to always appear where/when none would expect them.
Not to mention how fast they can be, what with their long strides and reach.
damn spaniards
Is that one of the dreaded Infinite Mothers in the second panel of the bottom row?
Ok, lots of things to comment on, but going to bring it to minimum of three;
1. Wonderful page.
2. Kodos to those guards for their unperturbed discipline in the face of ever so much FUBAR and jumping into a defensive formation.
3. Speaking of the FUBAR…wasn’t the place entirely empty barley a minute ago? Were the ones on the ground floor hiding behind the furniture or something? I can’t get the image of the mercs crouching on all fours; feet, tops of heads, and various horns and growths sticking out from behind small chests and tables now all while whispering “Shh! Shhh, here they come..”. >.>
These aren’t palace guards, they’re the Pursuers from Hell 71. I’m wondering where those hissing masked lovelies are…
These are not palace guards. They are the Pursuers from Hell 71. The hissing masked demon lovelies should be near?
Oh, there he is. I wondered where Giant Baby Guy got to.
Giant Man Baby needs trilby badly!
What makes a knight? A shining blade, or bloody battered steel?
WHICH WAY TO THE BABY WAR?
If this is ever made into a movie then this scene needs Sex, by Lovomaniacs on the soundtrack; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbXkk4mqKnA
Giant Orange Baby has studied the ethereal magicks of Patty-Cake, Peekaboo, and Lack of Object Permanence.
Especially the last. Don’t count on any given object in his vicinity being permanent. (Like that wall.)
All permanence is an illusion. We are born seeing the awesome truth of the now of all things but are unable to comprehend it. We all learn to deceive our selves just to survive. A pragmatic solution for youth that most, sadly, never give up of.
I wonder how many of these guys will count towards the demons-killed tally
Okay seriously wtf is up with that baby.
He’s clearly some formidable character who happens to resemble a human baby, whether that’s by heritage or magic. (Perhaps some foolish parent made an unwise wish: “I want my baby to grow big strong and powerful…”.)
I CALLED IT!
“92 Broken Wind Clears The Room
August 1, 2016, 6:27 pm | # | Reply
I hope giant baby makes an entrance like Kool-Aid Man”
Big baby-man crashes the party.
Why does that sound familiar?
Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, and A GIANT BABY THROUGH THE WALL
The Kool-Aid Man: the Early Years
im temporarily dead godking angelstomper108. i first started contemplating eternity when i was about 12. by 14 i got really obsessed with the concept of “royalty” and tried to channel it constantly, until my thought process got really bizarre and i would repeat things like “shatter the gates of heaven and build your fortress from its stones” and “seek heaven through violence” in my head for hours, and i would get really transcendent, start seeing the spokes of the wheel in the corners of my eyes etc, basically pre-enlightenment phenomena. im now a bearer of the secret names of god. i always wondered what “royalty” was all about; i think it’s burning your own truth into reality with the terrible heat of Will, what the Vatra consider to be the purest form of the Art. i would advise all people who “get” royalty to be careful because that likely means you have a predisposition to universal conquest. peace.
I like to imagine that one of these guys is just a random non-martial traveller who just met them on the way and sort of got caught up in the moment. T’would parallel AL-YISUN well.
Hey, does anyone have a non-broken link to an archive of the original K6BD forums at all? All the mspa forum links return 404 errors :/
Tee hee!
Reach Heaven through the wall.
I just saw the WIP and holy fck Layla Brimstone is the coolest and hottest warrior in the room
I guess I found my new love interest after that bitch Nadia Om dies
Paying a lot of attention to the immortali-tea…
I admire what you have done here. I like the part where you say you are doing this to give back but I would assume by all the comments that this is working for you as well.