Panel 3 shows a Savasi warrior angrily stabbing a human corpse to vent his anger – not because of who the human had once been or what he had done, but for having been a human. Meanwhile, another Savasi is either encouraging the desecration of the body or laughing at the display. Gravedust, who literally turns his back on both of the Savasi, is quite deep and thoughtful and probably disagreed with the disrespect shown by essentially venting racial hatred.
Panel 4 has Gravedust sitting with the mystics who share his views about life and death – every soul is deserving of peace. Due to the dead is their calling, even former enemies.
The Savasi warriors in panel 3 are driven by their hatred and anger. The Savasi mystics are driven by their duties and purpose in life, coupled with their higher calling. Panel 3 is the contrast to panel 4 – misguided anger over past injustices versus contentment in companionship. Or, if you will, two Savasi united in their hatred of humans contrasted by five mystics united by common ideals and a duty to heal the ills of the world, or those Savasi that cannot let go contrasted by those who did and do.
Well, at least for another 7.6 billion years until the sun reaches the tip of the Red Giant Branch boiling off the atmosphere of the planet and then through tidal forces causing Earth to spiral into its approaching photosphere dissolving the planet into its constituent atoms destroying all evidence of the existence of every species that has, does, or will live.
But don’t worry because the sun will die only 130 million years after that having expelled the last of its fusion shells into a planetary nebula leaving a cooling fading testament to the solar system’s existence. In doing so, heavy elements will combine into dust which will be carried by the solar wind out into the galaxy and eventually to another giant molecular cloud where it will combine with remnants of countless fellow dead stars and planets and be used to create the next generation.
So, hey, Gravedust, while your own life and the life of everyone you know is pointless and will end in oblivion, at least you can cling to the cold, intellectual fact that life in the abstract will go on. Glad to help, buddy.
“Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.”
Welp, only one thing left to do… flood every single “shelf” with copies of my memoirs to start a underground resurgence of my belief system so to become a martyr and transcend to godhood.
I was puzzled as to why the dwarf woman in the last panel looked angry… then I realized that they were eating broiled desert moss! She’s annoyed that her’s just wasn’t as good! CONTINUITYYYY!
Cheer up, Gravedust! You have the perfect chance to rebuild your religion and get it right this time!
Aye. I’m surprised he doesn’t go that way.
I’m curious as to why the Savasi is stabbing that corpse.
To take his water canteen, it looks like.
Sometimes you have to hit the corpses in order for loot to come out.
Why not?
Because its human?
I’d say it’s part of Gravedust’s development.
Panel 3 shows a Savasi warrior angrily stabbing a human corpse to vent his anger – not because of who the human had once been or what he had done, but for having been a human. Meanwhile, another Savasi is either encouraging the desecration of the body or laughing at the display. Gravedust, who literally turns his back on both of the Savasi, is quite deep and thoughtful and probably disagreed with the disrespect shown by essentially venting racial hatred.
Panel 4 has Gravedust sitting with the mystics who share his views about life and death – every soul is deserving of peace. Due to the dead is their calling, even former enemies.
The Savasi warriors in panel 3 are driven by their hatred and anger. The Savasi mystics are driven by their duties and purpose in life, coupled with their higher calling. Panel 3 is the contrast to panel 4 – misguided anger over past injustices versus contentment in companionship. Or, if you will, two Savasi united in their hatred of humans contrasted by five mystics united by common ideals and a duty to heal the ills of the world, or those Savasi that cannot let go contrasted by those who did and do.
Are all dwarves “Savasi”? I thought only the ones who talked to spirits are called that.
“Dwarf” is a Gastonian term for the Savasi people, I believe. The ones who talked to spirits were called mystics.
dwarves are the race. savasi is the culture/nation.
Or Savasi is the race, dwarves is what the humans call them (on account of they’re short).
Dwarforensis Savasii
He’s checking for a pulse, Pacific Rim style.
Gravedust in the wind…
https://youtu.be/g0zSB2WEtwU
Bye Bye Mr Gravedust.
We’ll Really miss you, although you never said much
Bye Bye Mr Gravedust
You’re 5000 candles in the wind
> Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
Well, at least for another 7.6 billion years until the sun reaches the tip of the Red Giant Branch boiling off the atmosphere of the planet and then through tidal forces causing Earth to spiral into its approaching photosphere dissolving the planet into its constituent atoms destroying all evidence of the existence of every species that has, does, or will live.
But don’t worry because the sun will die only 130 million years after that having expelled the last of its fusion shells into a planetary nebula leaving a cooling fading testament to the solar system’s existence. In doing so, heavy elements will combine into dust which will be carried by the solar wind out into the galaxy and eventually to another giant molecular cloud where it will combine with remnants of countless fellow dead stars and planets and be used to create the next generation.
So, hey, Gravedust, while your own life and the life of everyone you know is pointless and will end in oblivion, at least you can cling to the cold, intellectual fact that life in the abstract will go on. Glad to help, buddy.
“Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.”
–T.S. Eliot, “East Coker”
Hmmm … not “Sepia World” …
TAUPE world!
“From the Womb to the Tomb”
https://youtu.be/TTyCawE10Tk
“I could be happy and stab people but noooo, I had to be a mystic.”
So he was Dwarf Byron in his youth, and then Dwarf Ardaic? Glad he finally found the class he wanted to main.
Awwwwwwwwwww baby Gravedust x3
If old Dust is Grave is young Dust Cradle? Cradledust? Cribpowderedmilk?
Grave-talcum-powder.
Inorite?
I love the way his liddle hand is stroking his chin.
Welp, only one thing left to do… flood every single “shelf” with copies of my memoirs to start a underground resurgence of my belief system so to become a martyr and transcend to godhood.
Oh, this is the part where he’s played by Ewan McGregor.
I was puzzled as to why the dwarf woman in the last panel looked angry… then I realized that they were eating broiled desert moss! She’s annoyed that her’s just wasn’t as good! CONTINUITYYYY!
Young Gravedust bears a resemblance to Byron.
Plot twist: Sepia!Gravedust is Sepia!Byron’s father.
I’m half joking, but if it turns out to be true, I will take full credit. ^_^
Deep. Very deep.