Chronicles of the Witch Queen
Comic 132 - The end
Posted on 12th Apr 2017, 8:10 PM in
If only dreams could be for real
Drunken escapades in an alley end badly
Tapper's brief moment of panic
A fate worse than death, eh?
Come, come, there's much to be done
The scene of the crime
I shall imprint a map in your brain
Someone is bound to talk
No choice but to play along.
Blind fumbling and dumb luck
The gardens are so beautiful
The route to the Undercity is treacherous
Sometimes Prudi sits and wonders
Ta deedum tum dee dee dum
Lacking in plausibility
My rheumatism will kill me!
The rumour mill
A hearty, wholesome dinner
Solid ground at long last!
They like'em white in the Undercity
Command, Oh Mistress
I am but the Countess's humble magic mirror
Welcome to our humble abode
From the fire into the frying pan
The fire was no coincidence. Another attempt on Alcydia's life
Come closer, boys!
Your magical majesty, we are so honored!
Welcome to my little hobbyroom
Can't you at least explain what this is all about?
I shall examine this opening personally!
Maid-shredder and intruder alert
The Prudence Elixir
The rescue team
Fieffelfalsfaffel's moment in the limelight
The grace and the horror
Old acquaintances reunited
Fight over Prudence
The Grand Collapse
Back in the overcity
We're rich! We are rich!
The wild hunt
In the vanguard, the Queen!
There's always one to spoil it for the others.
Alcydia's Christmas trauma
Such delicate orbs! Plus the Yuletide Avenger
The search is on, and the stand-in has arrived.
Let Santa enjoy his bath in peace
I'll be delighted to put the witnesses' feet to the fire
Asking the witnesses
She wished for only one small thing
Order is restored, Christmas is back on track, all is well.
Beëlzebub puts his sales skills to good use
A pair of demonic scissors
Closed session with the Privy Council
A powerful amulet, and an all-expenses paid trip to the nearest pub
Fading out of black. Why do my cushions make a slappy noise?
The famous Corridor of Death
Cracking the combination
Introducing Farah, the Gray Mouse
Things become very confusing for Ioannes
The circus of death
Female relief and defied expectations
A fate worse than death
The cheese mines!
A bit cheesy
A bandit's life for me!
EGGS are potent stuff
About those carpets
A grand entrance
Epilogue page 1
Epilogue Page 2
The quiet of the night is rent asunder by Devilish laughter!
This time, Alcydia's plot avoids magical shapeshifting
BRAIN TRANSFER. She said it.
Fieffelfalsfaffel's farewell foofaraw
Message from abroad - at the worst possible time
Ploughing the raging main
Come for the cheese platter, stay for the sexual harrassment.
Iceland looks like a scary place, all right
Pardon the cobwebs, and the dust, and the decay...
A feast, complete with entertainment
Ghastly cries of pain rip the night to shreds.
Surrounded by incompetents
My staff stands at your disposal, fair maiden!
The beatings will continue until morale improves
Alcydia's ambitions raise their ugly head again
Krakatoa loses it.
Fighting Fieffelfalsfaffel, flourishing fish and fists
They're doing a good job wiping themselves out, really.
Snow is always good to set the mood for reconciliation
The scent of beer is carried on the wind
Snaffling beer in passing, ten points
The duchess and beer
Control over the battlefield - er, house.
Alternative energy. You need it in your life. It's not for hippies anymore.
The vikings! The horror! The cracked skulls!
The brain transplant must commence at once!
See you on the bottom!
Room located. Pay close attention to the signage.
An experienced dungeoneer
A noble art or a large vocabulary, what's it gonna be?
Roquefort is potent stuff, part two
Gentle reader, let's erase this most embarrassing episode from the crhonicle
Save My Place
Load My Place
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12th Apr 2017, 8:10 PM
Next: Courtly Manners.
We'll take a couple of weeks off before starting on that story, though, because we need to recover and repair the files for it.
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