Showing posts with label how to get back in good with the missus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label how to get back in good with the missus. Show all posts

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Ever wonder who would win in a fight: Arnold Schwarzenegger or Orlando Bloom?

What the hell kind of question is that? Oh, I brought it up? Well, we aren't even really close to that one, but we are going to look at Conan versus pirates!

Now, Conan actually spent a good chunk of time when he was younger as a pirate himself, eventually quitting the seagoing life (for the most part) when his love and pirate queen, Belit, was killed. Eventually, Conan became king of Aquilonia and took a wife, and that's where we come in.

I never need to hear about Iron Bone's leather bags again. Thanks. In a seafaring smash-and-grab, the dread pirate Iron Bones and his mottled crew kidnap said wife, Zenobia; planning to get a king's ransom for her. Or something. This is almost a good idea, except they're trying it on Conan, who at this point in his career, has killed more people than death. Really, it would've been common knowledge that Conan killed his way up the ladder to king, right? Maybe you wanna try the queen-napping next door in Ophir or something?
Sullen? Or goth? You make the call! Conan arrives back from another adventure ready to see his wife, only to find out she's seeing her folks off on a state trip. Upon getting the message of her kidnap, he leaves the country to his regents, again. Considering the state of long distance communications in the Hyborian Age is pretty much yelling, they probably ran the show most of the time anyway.

Conan stomps down to the nearest ship he can find, with a squad of cannon-fodder soldiers; and commandeers it. In fact, we don't really see the captain of the ship, he may have opted out of this little pleasure cruise.

Meanwhile, after several of the obligatory tankards of grog, Iron Bones decides to inspect his prize, toying with her until his first mate, the dreamy Nestor, stops him: Later, Nestor chats up the queen: turns out, they were both from Nemedia. The king at the time drove out Zenobia and her parents, while Nestor took to the sea. Zenobia's confident Conan's sailing to her rescue, giving Nestor the perfect shot for a great line: "He'd be a blind fool who wouldn't risk his all for a beauty like Zenobia." Unluckily for him, the tender moment is interrupted by Captain Bones throwing a cheating sailor over the side.

Meanwhile, the crew of the ship Conan's taken has come to the conclusion that he's pirated their craft, which is pretty accurate, honestly. They rise up, and Conan calls it a mutiny, but they're just defending themselves and their ship from the crazy barbarian who's taking them to fight pirates. In the fight that follows, Conan punches a guy off the crow's nest, then dives overboard to try and save one of his own men, which leads to a shark fight. Naturally. Again, King Conan's killed creatures great and small, and doesn't seem to bothered about it:

Conan and his men retake the ship, the surviving sailors put in irons. Shortly thereafter (well, "several days later," but it's on the same page) they find the pirate ship. Iron Bones wants Zenobia tied to the mast, planning on killing her if the deal goes south or the ransom's not in his color or just if he feels like it. Nestor protests, then challenges Bones for the ship.
Zenobia's already getting a little soft on Nestor, and is concerned for the three seconds it takes him to gut Bones. Nestor then unties her, but explains that she belongs to the ship, and her ransom to the crew, so he can't just turn her over to Conan. But fighting for her is OK. Which would also dick the crew out of their ransom, but all right.

Conan arms his crew, including the mutinous sailors, assuring their cooperation by scuttling their own boat: they'll take the pirates' ship, or die. The ships engage, Conan quickly hacking his way to Nestor, who is likewise doing a number on Conan's men.

Sullen? Sleepless? Or really goth? Mentioning you're after his wife, mid-duel, probably wasn't good form, but I guess too late now. Conan rescues his wife, and has the start of a good laugh at the idea that one of those scurvy pirates wanted to keep her for himself. Zenobia strides up to the deck to see:
From King Conan #19, "Bones and a Blade" Written by Alan Zelenetz, pencils by Marc Silvestri, inks by Mike Gustovich. I liked this issue, but the coloring isn't anywhere near as sharp as a more modern comic--but it's more nuanced then the usual four-color frenzy. I'm not a huge Silvestri fan either, since I'm only familiar with some of his X-Men and Cyberforce work and it always seemed to have more lines than it needed to. Still, this doesn't seem as rendered, but that may just mean the inks are overpowering it. Or maybe I'm overthinking very early work from Silvestri just because of the name attached. The art's very Marvel-Conan of its time.


Although Marvel's Conan the Barbarian has been collected at least in part, and Savage Sword of Conan is in the midst of being reprinted (although I'm not sure of the availability, and weren't a lot of those previously reprinted in Conan Saga?) I don't know if anyone's jumping up and down for King Conan/Conan the King to hit the shelves again. I bought the series regularly from #28 until cancellation, but a key factor there was that I distinctly remember it came out bimonthly, towards the start of the month, on a week that was a bit slow release-wise for me. In other words, when it hit the spinner rack, there wasn't anything else I was going to buy, and damned if I wasn't going to buy something.

Conan the King was bimonthly, but counter intuitively, it was more continuity-heavy than either Conan the Barbarian or Savage Sword. So every two months, it was a bit of a chore to try and recall which regent was Prospero and which one was Trocero and what countries were allied with Aquilonia and which against and so forth. And in the other Conan books, he was living free and easy, or rather, mowing down all who opposed him, drinking and wenching and having fun. As king, Conan had responsibilities, a wife, a kid (at least one); and seemed to feel tied down, stifled. The early issues especially, where he usually handed regency over to the aforementioned Prospero and Trocero (yes, Conan does the job of two older men) and ditched out to fight a wizard or stab some guys or whatever. I also think in the original Howard stories, as a king Conan had a beard, but Marvel probably figured nobody would want to read Grampa Conan.

I do wish I still had issue #28, which guest stars an somewhat improbably still-hot Red Sonja. I say "improbably" not because she would've been in at least her late forties (maybe fifties even) by this point in the series, but because she was in her late forties in an imaginary historical age where the average life expectancy was probably like twelve. At the first sight of her, the only "one that got away" in Conan's life, he's ready to ditch the crown, the wife, the whole magilla; to run around with "Son-ya" and play at being a thief again.

Best of my recollection, Sonja not only plays Conan for a sap in her scheme, she also pretty plainly lays out that Conan is not getting in her pants either. (She didn't wear pants, but that's neither here nor there.) It's a little embarrassing, to watch Conan get shot down, and have to swallow his pride and go back to his life. Sad, but it is one of two King Conan issues that I remember well, so there's that at least.

Oh, and the answer to the earlier question: Schwarzenegger wins, but then his wife resents him a little for it...

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Monday, August 06, 2007

Dear Tara,

First of all, I know you're doubtless angry at me. Infuriated. Waving a sword around and cursing my name. I want you to know that's completely understandable, it's all my fault, and I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. Well, I guess you don't have nights in Skartaris, but you get the idea, right? Oh, you don't.

Those dogs are color-coordinated, how wild could they be?I fully intended to be home in time for dinner. You know there's nothing I love more than to watch those shaved apes you call a royal court tear into a 'dinner' that's equal parts botulism and salmonella. And I had just bought some flowers for you, and was on my way back, when I was attacked by a pack of wild dogs and knocked into a river. Sadly, your flowers didn't survive the attack.

Since you're the queen and everything, maybe you should make one of those court hangers-on the royal dogcatcher or something. That'll either thin out the dog packs, or the royal court, and that's what we on the surface world call a win-win. Those stupid dogs treed me on top of one of those Mayan looking pyramids that are all over the place, but I was able to finish them off. Without even shooting any, for a change!

I don't know if I'd hold a sharp object while I was balanced on a shifting pile of gold coins, but that's why I'm not the Warlord.  Well, that and body image issues.  Then I tripped a trapdoor on the pyramid, which dumped me into a treasure trove. It looked like King Solomon's Mines, or Scrooge McDuck's money bin...and I keep forgetting you don't get any of my references, honey. Sigh. OK, you know that pile of coins and shiny rocks in your basement? Yeah, the, 'royal treasury.' It was like that, only with actual valuables.

There were a lot of carvings and engravings in there, too. Most of them were dirty limericks, but there was a big spiel about the age of the Wizard Kings and the Evil One and a guy named Ironhand and a bunch of other crap that'll probably bite me in the ass later. Geez, I know a guy with an actual iron hand, but he doesn't go around blowing his horn about it. Anyway, I was going to pick you up something nice...So, it's somehow wrong to take the goblins' money, but OK to take their stuff.  Well, it's not like Travis has any pockets to put coins in anyway.

...when the trolls attacked. Man alive, they were tough ones too. All dried up yet still smelly, like that crappy jerky you always take when we go somewhere. Seriously, what's that made out of? Goat? Dinosaur meat? It's not spider, is it? I have to be pretty goddamn hungry to choke any of it down, yet there you are, chomping away on it like it's a Snickers bar. And then you'll want a kiss afterwards, and while I love you and I love the adventure of life in Skartaris, I really gotta bring some Pepsodent back the next time I'm on the surface world.

Where was I? Oh, right, the trolls. They caught fire in the sunlight, which was a lucky break, and admittedly kind of neat. So, I was ready to leave the pyramid, and I sealed it back up so you could use the gold later, to finance your war against the Therans. Why are they attacking again? Something about this whole, 'War on Thera' thing just seems like it could go south in a hurry. Well, you're the queen.
Tara?  Uh, little help here?  Honey?
Then came the weird part. Well, it seems weird to me, but you grew up in a land full of wizards, dinosaurs, and 24-7 sunlight and bondage swimsuit costumes; so you tell me. The black bird that was painted on my new shield came to life, picked me up, flew me I don't know how far into a thunderstorm, and dumped me on an island. Where I woke up on a beach, looking up some dude's skirt, which is a million miles away from where I wanted to be, honey.

Oh, not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.
I know a lot of the time I seem restless at home, Tara; but every time I'm apart from you I realize how lucky I am and how much I miss you. This time, when I get back, no more wandering. I mean it. No more quests, journeys, sojourns, bar crawls, or expeditions. I'm staying home. Think I'll get a pet or something. Tara, you aren't allergic to cats or anything, are you?

P.S. It occurs to me I have no way of sending you this letter, but then again, you probably can't read. Boy, it's a good thing under Shamballan law you can't remarry no matter how long I'm gone, eh, hon? Hon? Tara?

Love,
Travis Morgan, USAF

Hot damn, I love old Warlord comics. From Warlord #31, "Wings over Shamballah" Written and illustrated by the incredible Mike Grell, inks by Vince Colletta. Read more!