by Nicholas Killewald

Monday, September 28, 2026

(much like the previous comic, all spoken text from the tribals is represented with angle-brackets to indicate it being translated from their language) The tribals investigate the weapons and are impressed. "Wow. Actual walled-city weapons," the blue-shirted one says, holding a large axe. The red-topped one is inspecting a war hammer and adds, "I've never seen them up close before. This is unbelievable crafting." The shirtless tribal who just brought them up points behind him and says, "There's all sorts of them in this tower over here. It's incredible." The yellow-vested tribal is now holding the axe and comments, "These would be amazing for short-range combat. Though, is there anything bigger?" Off-panel, the shirtless responds, "These ARE the bigger ones. The walled-city people are a lot smaller, after all." The blue-shirted tribal, who was previously holding the axe, says, "Ah, yeah, these are probably their heavier stuff." The green-shirted tribal, in the background, squinting at the detail in a shield, simply states, "It's still amazing." The blue-shirted tribal suddenly asks of the yellow-vested one, "Wait... are you suggesting... we take them?" This gets everyone's attention. The yellow-vested one responds, "I... maybe? This could be what She was meaning to give us?" The red-topped tribal says, "I don't know... I don't really feel good taking the walled-city people's things like that. Don't they need them?" The green-shirted one adds, "And after we chased them off? I don't like them at all." The yellow-vested one says, "Yeah..." At this point, the view is zooming a bit away from the tribals. The yellow-vested one continues, "I'm just looking for any reason we're here, is all." The blue-shirted one concedes, "Yeah, I know what you mean." The view is more zoomed-out. We are now looking out a window at the tribals, with Stephanie's laurel-crowned head watching silently. "These REALLY feel good to swing, though," the yellow-vested tribal says, swinging the axe. "I don't think I'll ever understand how they make them like this," the red-topped one says. A reverse-angle shot. We now see Stephanie in an elevated enclosed walkway over the street, watching the tribals investigating these weapons. She is unnoticed. The tribals continue, offscreen: "How's the hammer, by the way?" "Same thing. Stronger material than I've ever seen back home." Stephanie, with her hand on her chin, contemplates this development with a grin on her face, simply thinking to herself, "Hmm..."
 
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Greetings. Welcome to the Dementia of Magic, a somewhat silly plot-grounded comic, updated MWF (eventually). Sit back, enjoy, read the story, have a look around, just have a nutty good time.

If you're new here, you're best off starting from the beginning. It's quite a bit plot-dependent.

September 4, 2023:

Hey, guess what, it's 2023 and Chapter Nine is finally starting! Finally.

It's been quite the year of, y'know, work and various garden-variety anxieties and such like that, so that's always fun. It's also involved me trying to plan out the visuals of this next chapter, which really started getting slow when I had the idea to make everything in 8½"x11" pages, which means I need to draw more and work out layouts, and then I realized I planned the first part of the chapter to feature changing scenes and crowds and such. It's been slow, is all.

But, the chapter's about to start, I've got at least some idea where these stories are going, and I can hopefully draw said ideas out, so that's good! Technically! I hope you enjoy it! It's really good, seriously you guys!


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