Wielder of Names 6-117
“Lord Intra,” said Intra’s sparring partner one day, “You are called Lord of Swords. Yet you are a man, and men make poor swordsmen.”
“It is true,” said Intra, for nearly all of the famous sword masters of the day were women and the ya-at, who were three sexed. This tradition was rather long in the bones, and rumored to have been started by a famous vagrant who rarely cut her hair and lived in a barrel. There was popular theater about it, in those days.
“Men are too preoccupied with their swords,” said Lord Intra, “They get distracted.”
“You mistake my meaning,” said Intra’s sparring partner, “What I mean is this: you are a mere man. What can you do to the new gods of the Red City, with their whips of fire and their heavy chariot wheels?”
“I am not concerned with enmity,” said Intra, “I am very skilled in Pankrash Circle Fighting”
“It is true you are very fierce,” conceded his partner, “But my son’s fighting beetle is also very fierce. Could his beetle fell a lion?”
“That depends,” said Intra, “How skilled is the beetle in Pankrash Circle Fighting?”
“Beetles cannot learn Pankrash Circle Fighting, Lord Intra,” said Intra’s attendant, and made a bitter motion.
“Don’t tell the beetle that,” said Intra, who was very skilled at smiling. “If you don’t tell him he will learn it anyway and cut the lion in half with a single blow.”
-The Song of Maybe
We Spelljammer now!
YES!!!! I hope Oscar is helming it 🙂
I can’t express in words how much I love the fact someone other than me remembers that setting. The books were not half bad either.
I heartily approve of Spelljammer as I do good old Planescape. Ah, to adventure through Wildspace and seek the infinities of the Planes. It is from these experiences that I have come to so appreciate this story.
Ah Spelljammer, now there is a name I’ve not heard in an age. The cosmic wanderings of Spelljammer through the phlogiston and the philosophical expanses traveled in Planescape have truly shaped and influenced my appreciation of KSBD.
That’s a rather familiar little blue Devil there helping out.
Do we recognise Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jaegermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna Esq?
Do we recognise Nyave Anyadis of Mykos?
Do we assemble a crew of hangers on, to sail across worlds?
Princess mamoru moonshine jaegermeister jack jack daniels timothy tim bill freddie mercury blueberry luna esquire!
You came back!
I wonder if Luna esq. is nursing a grudge.
Always. But such is the way with demons.
Hoom!
Now you know how Silence works in RPGS
I swear I can see Mother Om’s eyebrow twitching as she’s covered by Cio’s little paper men. Must be an illusion of the Art.
No. You can clearly tell that this is the not-coolest of the not-cool things that have happened to her today.
Oh man, they’re doing the thing! They’re doing the thing where the people they met along the way become their followers! Nyave and Princess sure look like they fit right in.
A sealed mouth is a curse unspoken. It is also an explosion of rage waiting to happen. The wise would be swift in escaping the blast radius.
I hope you can jump, Allison
I’m sure all the holes punched in your legs won’t cause any problem with that at all.
oh hey its princess etcetera esquire and that one girl whose clothes ali took
Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire thank you very much.
Welcome tha
That look of surprise -> sheer rage seals Allisons doom. I love it.
Is that who I think it is manning the tiller?
From Queen of the Multiverse to Grumpy Cat in only three panels. A new record!
Transport Ordnance 5073.26, Subsection [28], Unlicensed Air Travel
1. Unlicensed air travel requires proof of crew mottle exceeding three yonjam per crewman.
2. If motleyness does not meet required parameters, summary first-degree banishment is the sanctioned punishment.
3. 1 yonjam shall be defined as one one hundredth of one [untranslatable; pictogram is suggestive of large hair, monkey tail, and curiously, filler.]
Well, I’d wager a former ebon devil possesses at least 15 yonjam regardless. This may even be Princess Mamoru’s airship. Or Cio’s, I suppose.
Mottom’s expression in the third panel means “Blue devil initiative too high; YISUN pls nerf.”
That look on Mottom’s face.
Lol.
This is not her day at all is it?
This is… not an outcome I ever would have predicted. I’m awed.
Once, long ago and before my world was conquered, a mighty beast dwelt in the mountains to the North of my family’s tree. Feline it was, with a dozen serpent tails and a third eye of green tungsten. Its pelt was of fine osmium, each hair axiomatically aligned so that no weapon of that age could harm it. Nightly it would slink down the cliff face to slaughter the filthy inhabitants of some poor human villages. In those days, men had not yet learned the art of cutting, and no walls were built to withstand war.
This way went on for near twenty moons. The cries of a dozen victims rang every night, mixed with its laughter. It grew bold and brazen as the communities fled to better fare or were slain entirely. As it learned the gift of speech from the pained shrieks of prey, it left cackling one night with a half-dead hero tangled in its tails; it boasted “My name is Death! You clawless fools take heed! Stay awhile, I’ve need of fresh bloodwine!” ‘Death’ then ran gurgling in blood, choking another meal down as it guffawed.
The next morn I found a young boy dozing among the roots of my tree. He had hardly seen ten winters. I woke him with harsh words and petty twigs, as was custom, and he quickly laughed at his own misfortune. We came to speaking.
“Hoo-whoo! What brings such a whelp down this way?”
“I wish to sing, ser,” he replied.
“Among US?!?! Ha! Your voice is cracked to ours!”
“Not to you, silly. Besides, I’m a simple gardener’s apprentice, and I seek a bulb fore I may sing. I’ve heard the most beautiful flowers blossom in the mountains yonder.”
Before I could properly rebut, he was off. His little dirt-caked hands were all he had by his sides as he wandered off into that stony labyrinth.
A few moons passed before I heard a whistling on the wind. Out from those barren crags stepped a familiar face, caked in black blood. The boy was clothed in blood, his woolen rags laying in tatters round his neck. Yet, he seemed unharmed save a few scratches on his palms. A small, green orb of tungsten was clutched tightly in his little paw. Needless to say I was intrigued.
“Hoo-whoo! Who comes this way, singing with a bulb in his hand?”
“Hullo, ser! It’s me, Afo! I’ve got my bulb, it will be most beautiful indeed once blooming!”
“How did you come across such a bulb? I trust the seller did not haggle too much.”
“Why, ser, he gave no trouble once gagged!” he chimed, with as much care as if he had just discussed the weather.
I’ve never seen or heard of that Afo since.
If one wishes to kill the immortal, you need only halt its voice.
WHY truly what a story, a story indeed for which I, Jawis-Tel, singer of songs, teller of tales, surely you have heard of me, has obviously heard. Yes.
Is that Princess Mamoru Moonshine?
I thought they looked familiar…
I don’t think there’s a single entity in this page that I wouldn’t lay with. That includes the ship and every scrap of paper. As well as Lord Intra. And his sparring partner. And the beetle.
Where’s a loaf when I need one?
Given your profession, it might behoove you to take up baking?
It would never work. I would bake for a couple hours, then spend the rest of the day desecrating my product. It’s a lot easier for me to defile bread for a living.
Oh. I AM SORRY IF I CAUSED OFFENSE WITH MY OBVIOUS QUESTION. YOU HAVE SURELY CONSIDERED SUCH THINGS IN THE PAST.
That annoying feeling you get when some talks over you in the middle of a sentence.
One would think a wielder of the Red Art would make it a priority to learn to speak without a voice.
But I suppose that might be a step too far for one who fears change.
On the contrary, we have seen the Terrible Queen extinguish a man with nothing but a gentle breath.
Sadly for She Who Is Glory, Cio’s simple but effective measure also counteracts her voiceless attacks.
We shall see what other avenues the Demiurge Offended calls upon in her outrage.
Such peril! Such bravery! Such foolishness! Such wonderment!
I am, indeed, entertained.
She is nothing without her words.
Remove thus her tongue,
Only then will you know peace.
I’m actually surprised covering her mouth slowed her down at all.
I recall this saying of Intra’s. Surely Mottom is not so jaded as to rely solely on words of noise for her perishment? It is convenient, that much is certain, but if she has facility with words of the mind – or worse, words of the eye…
Allison has maybe three seconds before Mottom makes known her displeasure on everything in the vicinity.
I doubt that just slapping duct tape on her mouth would stop her, but Cio is using magic so it’s not JUST a piece of paper covering her mouth, but rather the force of Cios spell which is holding her mouth closed. Also Cio proceeds to cover Mottom in her entirety for good measure, and then ushers Alice to make a hasty escape.
This is a temporary measure for sure.
And so Princess returns, and that one girl that got a great deal with Allison. The whole gangs here!
The whole gang has arrived on a flying ship! How convenient! Can’t have Royalty dying before their crowning!
Love love *love* this page.