Before long, the grand ball, this night hosted barbecue, was consumed in the quietness of bev. Guard assassinating guards; butler butchering chefs; noble poisoning nobles; servant massacring servants; even the Red-Umbrella Police Force hired by Baron Sharlamange begun their assault on teammates. Darrio’s guild and the cult slid their way into the ranks.
We now focus on the front entrance.
“Red to yellow; kill a fellow. Red to black; venom lack.” Be of a good compeer. That was the guard speaking. Teaching his fellow colleagues. A chapman came around the corner, excuses herself of the mistaken addresses.
“Where must I go?” she said, lowering the sallet knight off his guard. I was there, far from seeing the beldam’s face. Thirty-four paces from this horrendous expiry.
“Why the slow walk, Seneth? Not likely, you’re becoming a chicken?” The oddessy of linking fowls to digestive systems didn’t strike him. Oh the humor just looking at the monk and his statement children but as I speak in third person, did the auctor not want to casual talk. Instead, give him a peace of his mind.
“Work is work. A dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp one.”
“Hmm?” The monk continue on. Baima could care less. They had their fill of delights.
The wicked old lady had no principle to follow by. Stuck the dagger in the neck and sheared off the head. On she went to the next in line. Came others of her troupe and surrounded the gate.
“A varlet?” The Lord of Hobos quothed.
“Be at last. A sway of easiness against swines. Dare boy, to stand in our way again.”
“If memories serve, you’re-”
“Camille. The one and only.” She whipped the dried blood and continue to clean her edges.
“Y-you murder t-the guards.” It was Baima’s first time seeing death. And did she try to run away screaming for help but Thorg stop her. He did with the covering of the mouth. The boxes of food drop.
“Calling for help will do no good, Baima!”
“There dead men laying on the ground!” She turn to get the vagrant’s attention.
“Shut it. Calm down your panic.” Bird man was having a rough time controlling her aching resistance. So, therefore, the decent man butt in.
“These blackguards are wearing the knights’ signature armor set. It would be hard to determine who is an ally.” She looked and it was as he stated and Thorg’s preliminary deduction.
“Smart for two lads. Of course hun, that is my job to confuse. Go home and be some fat man’s lich if killing frightens you you little wench!” On out Camille bring the nastiness of her words and speeches. More to diminish miss goody two shoes. Profanity plus an additional ten percent every sentences added, “Leave no corners unturned!”
“Right away!” And so, the baddy team rush against the good man and his newly combat old-teens.
A mix breed of BGM starts here: “New Rules” by Draper nicely fill the gap until a horror mix trip.
“Oath of the ancient . . . Begone.” The hobo said now that the hidden came out from the dirt. These groundhogs, will we not come out victorious? Attesting, knowing that groundhogs do bite hard. . . . . maybe. Pigs and cows do not fly. Will the author denounce the standard of detail writings and point out the situation in bulletins.
* Camille’s sabotage team declared an assault on survivors. Seneth’s dice was set to number one. The gang defend greatly not knowing of the enemies strength. Six team went after the battle-teens. Baima screams helplessly.
* Seneth surprise the first attacker with the smelly carpet; used as a pole staff. The first assaulted with a standard bayonet. The second assaulted with a single twin-saber, ferociously attacked with both ends of the arm. Lastly, came the third from behind who fought with a kusarigama.
* Before the third can apprehend, the carpet was release, and did the hobo man kick the item at the end tip. An enemy nearby is push back with the end. Land on the ground and the carpet flew upward to hands. Seneth decapitated the third man's weapon. The out-of-place object surprises the third baddy from behind the poor man's shoulder. The right knee raised. Body against the wind. The weapon wank the enemy in the back of his head. Dust shewn. The enemy drop head first.
* Smacking to shuffled footwork. Stomp the weapon to the ground with the right hand stretched out. The hobo pull the mask from inside the lovest jacket.
. . . . . What awful writing.
“Can an apprentice judge the master ship builder?” Grasp the veil from the chest from the 55 seconds, finished and laugh my way to one minute and 2 seconds. “I say . . . nay.” Wore it proudly against thy enemies Seneth!
“Tsk! Destroy that vagabond!!” Camille responded. Triggered easily. Part two:
* The hobo pull the top of the carpet backward, in position ‘bout to be release. The “rubbery” carpet fling. Knock down an incoming enemy with Camille in the chest. Her comrade flip backward. Camille in position to stabbed the hobo’s arm. She attacks.
* Another baddy fell from the sky, with the slapping of hands on the belly and face, releasing the same art for the fourth time. Seneth lost hold of the shield carpet and sees the flying dutchman.
* Quickly as can be, kick the carpet at the end nearest ground when tipping. Spinning was the item, slowly and heavily, landed upright, tipping while confronting Camille.
* The dutchman’s groin was devastated and fell to the floor moaning. Manhood caught in-between. Went the main to get his weapon but two swords appears in front of the carpet, crossed. The view of two more henchmen. Forced Seneth back with the readied hands, shuffled, brandished.
* Look up after detecting the sharpness of the swords before the camera. Went the enemies, their flashy spin into their ready stance, pounced towards the hobo. Sword swings and cling and clank and physical blunt against the tweety birds. Choreographs afterward, will I not explain.
* The ending, both baddies are knocked east and west from the skill known as “The Falling Old Man.” Camille flew above the hobo from a courses of acrobats.
. . . . . Very awful writing.
“What c’you gonna do hobo?! You ain’t got schmit you prick!” Laughing crazily was this witch fastly using a dagger designed to cut through air with lesser resistance. An immense sound of the barrier breaking strangely. Resemblance to the sounds of television buzzing, with pool of blood dripping and shearing of rustic metals in the blood bath of a late summer’s slow eve. The ground dropped heavily from the magnetize iron of the blood art that Seneth guessed. A small feeling of the ligament in Seneth’s bad knee tear. Loose metal of the scenery floated for the seconds.
Suddenly, with no apparent reasoning to deduct, zombies joins the fight. There were many hands raised above the dropped prairie landscape. It was most absurd! The undeads are parasitic beings who leeched off from others. And once again, the I-phones hanged on them like dog tags and doth many carried baldness under the third stages of rigor mortis. But where did the bodies came from? The grounds or mounds nearby? Do not the people buried their dead? Nuj did not know.
“Go and die in a ditch, you lich!!” The foul mouth lady laughing like a maniac of the night skies. Baima, hiding behind Thorg’s defenses had notice her tricks.
“Tainted Blood Mourns? . . . Thorg, change paces!”
“Easier said then do!! Haa!” Thorg defeated two of the coming enemies, gasping. They swap paces to prep while defending of the incoming men from multiple areas. She knew Seneth is in pinch without our main realizing it was really, really, really bad. In a very unfortunate position against the baddy.
Camille assaulted using an ill “physical” magic. One of many forbidden skills that children would want. Listen to a song as you practice your dangerous blood arts!
Proceed to part 3:
* Knife to flesh. Seneth swap the sprites for hand defenses as it was with the first meeting of man-beast Charles. Camille continues her blade techniques meshed with corrupt blood arts. A few scene, clips of battle against the active undeads.
* The music stop. The bell hum.
* Focus in the ball room where Nobi, Sharlamange, The Sea King and his daughter is. Explanation of situation. Nobi notice a running enemy. Break the flooring in manner of a see-saw. Lure the enemy onto the choked flooring. The mayor’s calf of thunder came down, broke through the raised flooring and the enemy went dropping into the basement, bleeding and a loss of teethes.
* Explanation of The Sea King. Readers see Sharlamange defence and actions of the Sea King. The good red-umbrella polices guarded them. Nobi’s showmanship of high level skill tiers to quicken roll up of the loosen clothing appendages at arms length. His hands rest at the back. Explanation of the mayor.
* Thorg’s battle in which leads to Baima. Her true nature is reveal, a Japanese yankee. Baima saves Seneth from a certain death, trapping Camille with her mechanical arts, gizmos, wires and strings secretly placed on the battlefield. Both females were at each others’ throat. Thorg give Camille a devastating punch. But the bad-mouth lady went after Baima. Baima retorted her.
* We see the working of her hidden gadgets and trip wires from the use of her fingers and arms with a spinning handle device. A full introduction to Baima’s character. The enemies throw fire cocktails.
. . . . . I will end the checks here and does it makes verily awful writing.
The flying dutchman with the damage groin was very upset. So mad even an internet troll would be afraid of him and hackers praise him not to fracture their weeny bones. For this baddy had him took off the wee helmet. To blonk upon the grounds alerted Nuj of another enemy in the proximity fighting henchmen and iPhone, smartphone, android, you name it, zombies.
The fires had made the scene harder to detect one such physique. And a straight technique of the feet went for this very man blindly. Our main caught the glimpse of his facial. An ugly man. So intimidating, so rugged and bugged, so tense and moody. Seneth’s foot stuck in the conclave of the chest piece. The fractal lights breaks away. He looked up after a slight struggle. It was not all for nought, the fractal lights did damage the undeads.
“Huugghk! Oooo, flashy kicker aren’t ya! You’re dead meat! I’ll split you like bacon!” Combing his three sided short mohawks with the brush, a waft of the rugged hands. One hand by one hand and continue his growling.
“Bullocks!” Seneth knew he was in trouble against the big dude. Is he all muscle and tall and no brain? Had the good man tried to yank his foot out from a small gesture, has it not help. Looking at the big daddy ready to devour his uncooked bacon like yesterday’s garbage. The nasty killer look has the baddy expressed.
This flying dutchman grasp hold of our main’s foot. Took hold and went for the other leg. Seneth could not do much and proceeded was this angry man spinning our hobo around and round the ferry went, flying by the hold of the feet, screaming in the most fortunate reason. His bacon was not defile by the defiler.
With the mask on, the veil had made it a humor. Assuming it was a comedy that the hobo was being thrown into the fire in this manner. Yea, the scream was uninteresting and made no sense like holding an artwork of Michelangelo and The Mona Lisa, “Hello, father and mother.” Was it strange . . . We have no time for defaming slap sticks.
The hobo was thrown over the fire and crash onto Thorg while in combat. Had it knock a baddy he was facing into the waterway by the power of butting. Soon have Baima defeated Camille, who twirl unto the dirt, rolled back until the flying dutchman caught her.
“Shetty Lich!” said she, wiping the bleeding cheek. Baima’s cowlick ping. The slovenly woman had mastery.
“Camille, time is up. We must get going.” said the dutchman. Other knights wearing the similar armor broke through, appear from the front entrances and sideways. Nuj, Thorg and Baima fought the remaining creepy skinny jean zombies. Our auctor picked up his carpet and started smacking.
“Jumpers?! What in God’s name. Runners?!!” The knight commander was astonished.
The hundred meter dash undeads were known as Runners and the gymnastic ones are called Jumpers. Before long, the commander notice the battle teens and Seneth, “Freeze! You’re under arrest!” And roars of knights jump them threes. Other military personals were more concern about the flame torching the greenery and the zombies.
“Go get water! Resonant Mages! Light Magicians! Huh? Aaaaaaahh!!!” Runners came after some of the knights and ate their innards, right before taking a selfie with their victim. It was chaotic. A toll bell rang and alert the city guard guilds to defense against hordes of horrific vaccinated parasitic undeads. To check all cracks and crannies and eliminate all undeads in the vicinity that are a threat. And went many of the Resonant Mages and Light Magicians casting a detector frequency to determine the root of evil.
The music dies out.
You would assume that the main, our lovest not-so-bright hero would know what side the knights were with just by those shouts. A diffident that the man is clouded as it is to the battle teens on equal terms. In fact, were them surprise too late. Gladly was our main to stop furious yankee Baima by the sway of hand and voice from smashing the two knights with gadgets.
There were no traces of clear evident left behind to dictate who was responsible other than Seneth and his buddies from the front gate. They were accused of murdering more than the two guardsmen and was “caught in the act.” The enemies in the ball were dead. Had many escaped and ended the assault. Nothing to prove laid on their bodies. Of one special hall, drop unannounced, a man of power, follow a group of state warriors.
“Pardon for my interruption of this late evening, gentlemen.” Nobi and the rest turn to see. It was the fuehrer. He arrived in the messy hall with a group of his men and partial of the city guard guilds patrolling the late nights.
“Fuehrer!? What is the meaning of this attack?” Nobi questioned.
“The council heard there was a raid gone wrong up north and I had volunteer with my team to stop the insurrection. Luckily for my group who founded a band of unsavory characters below the rolling hills. They were up to no good indeed leading to Master Sharlamange’s residents, of course.”
“And where are these men now?” Nobi was unsure.
“Sadly, they’ve escaped from the covers of night.”
“Even from the great leader of Talania, The Land of Ironworks?” Sharlamange have said.
“I am only human, baron. My eyesight is going numb. But rest assure, my guards did caught some strange men from the front gate. I will leave them in your custody. Peter, bring the men here.”
“Sir.” Peter lead four others, went to get Seneth who was tied up. Though he knows not it was him, pay no attentive to his recent overlay apparel. It was a talkative session between all the head of states, men of credentials. We focus now on Nobi and his group at the side entrances connected to other housing facility and abodes.
“My condolences for the lost of men and women of Lasting Autumn. It pains me, Mayor Nobi, that such dragonic event was commence in your state.”
“War is inevitable, Sea King. Thieves and corpses, thus runs around. For the proposal that thou hast given me, I will take it to heart and establish a line for you. But dare I not make the contract known to the public as of yet. You have my words.”
“Verily, wisest I say unto you. Sha Feng, Mayor Nobi.” The Sea Lord show their culture’s salute, “This scot of a deal that of the south lands; until the onus pact with the kingdom of Bryce have dissolve, my people will secretly support the southern boarder of Thyein. Please inform Governor Jubes of our connection. I wouldn’t want to make the carpenter lord a mad cow now.”
“Will do.” A pop-eye hawk came swooping down to Nobi’s shoulder.
“I bid you farewell.” The Dragon King enter the carriage and left. A vale was given. Among the dragon’s carriage, news from Bryce has reach him in a promise to end their country’s unification for the return of controlling the man of light. The sea king was disgust of the political pressure that his kingdom would be enslave to. Or did they knew he would not go along and send the assassins after him as well? It was a high possibility. And with the probability of being targeted during the event was greatly in the act. That was something the Lord of Rivers could not denied.
“What is it father that got you so rile up? Mother will not massage that mind grain of yours.”
“Nothing reasonable, I assure you daughter. We will host our own battles for now. You must get back in shape or you’ll be disappointed in the years to come.” The carriage left. Oh boy, Toyei have gain another three pounds.
The street had became active within the nights. With the royal knights and security on alert, active citizens are to be question and did Seneth’s guild was caught in one of their on-horse tribunal. With them that listed were of the captures. Then went one of the greater knight and brought forth this edict:
“Attention now. Here now. As it is decree by the Council of Five, under the jurisdiction of Lord Sebastian Gorkhan here as stated. Leader of the guild, Treasure Hunting, Seneth, hearby charges with conspiracy against the state, attempted assassination, assault, trespassing, arson, destruction of properties, the endangerment of official envoys, murder, civil unrest, disturbance of the peace, . . . .” and on it went for fifteen more indictments, “The right to trial under a jury of their peers, suspended. The right to habeas corpus, suspended. The rights for good parole, null until further ado. All personal, belonged within the guild, with rights forsee, as to be contain before the matters at hand. Guilders are to report to the Court of Guilds immediately. Any affiliation active in accordance to business is hear by cease until further notice. No exception. May God be with you.”
“Well kids, a skilled hawk who hides its talons went and bought a ticket from the greenhorns.” said the close-eyes chuckling Fox.
“Oh wow, the grandmafter? Yinef beaten Lord Mifdna’f feed record. But I don’t wanna go to jail.”
“Korimi, who is Lord Mif--dna?” Odessa was not on par with guild politics or their inside humor.
“He is the head leader of the guild, Three Moons.”
“Hmm, so why is it so funny?” asked Odessa. And the conversation ended there for the reader’s sake.
I deceive not the readers of this great meeting of importance. For the matter of entertaining will I speak plainly of these things that man of politics would engage. Their form of speaking is up upon set bar and as their conduct of importance and demeanor is on par with. So will I write as if it was just general language for the common public; wherefore, unlearned young adults could understand with the hint of reality in fantasy. The story continue.
So it was the seventh day that the lunaward was sent to be cured. The council started in the morning of the eleventh moon. Within the Council of Five, came all the head of all the other states. For the days was of autumn and in autumn was the day they came. They are:
Headmasters of the citizens of Beazori
Fuehrer of Talania, The Land of Ironworks
The Great Lion Tribe of Rohymn
The Elvfyn King, Belnydes from the Great Stone Forest, Milathrrelien
Chancellor of Dumbodale
Vassal Mage, Lorthor of Mathis Telus
Lord Abraham’s right hand, Uik from Solemn Winter
Wall of Thyein, Prince of Carpenter, Sir Euirlin
Mayor of Lasting Autumn and Joyous Spring was to join the council in the evening as it was decree. There were other small independent countries that came as well. Let it not trouble you until later.
From the mouth of the announcer, the people of intelligence gathered. From the twelve corners came out the holders of power. Among them was Seneth. Though our lovely main was a criminal waiting to be crucify. Came he after the state-representative of Lasting Autumn. They came unto the presence of the glory light and bathe in the announcer’s voice. Seneth was of the twelfth who he had tag along. Well, brought is more like it. No one pep for him but it mattereth not. On this yellow brick road where he, the state-representative and sir Collins walked, greetings from MBOTech and Secret Services. Melony who was a lady interested in political affairs was there with the crowd. She was not easily deceived from the change of face.
It was a magnificent coliseum breaded with activities from the educated crowd that of the nine-city states. Hinted it was of their meeting in oriental designs and pillars of great. Laser cut was this temple of stature. The throng shouted with excitement, an uproar it is, the voices hreran the people. Their meeting was no more than a spectator sport, located in the center of the ring. Up it climbs, the twelve steps named after the legendary word, Eushural. Too popular of a word indeed. Too popular that it had lost its meaning.
The meeting hall was that of a strange steel substance, obsidian, emerald and silver coating. Adorn them, their pillars of portraits of past generation of leaders of countless sizes. Fires of might beacon the roads near the ever carpet. Finery tuned, clustered columns hold the beauty of the room. Gloriest lights are easily shined on the floor’s surface. And in the back of walls drench with magnificent cloths, concealing the atmosphere of utter importance within secrets of secrets. Crowded the hall is but widely the objects deceives it. In the center of this great meeting, there it sat, rested the round table, a composite order of fine workmanship; empty at the center of it’s core; and there it glow and glittered the moon runes in the signature of stars and constellations. Those that it bears are of good and evil. And to those that hold these importance are the statues of archangels that realm high above the quarter’s dome down to the earthy floor slightly in touch; each with their own personality and actions pertaining to holding the world together in the gathering of warriors of the marshlands. The council awaits.
It had started. First came upon the council of counsels was the speaker of the house.
“State leaders. Representatives. All arise. Before the council adhere to addressing of the gathering; any objection or an obligation by the conduit of the counsel’s law; here say, not bound to sub rosa?”
“Nay.” as all had said in unilateral agreement. Gradually the men in power sited.
“Here now, hear now. Let the council commence. Bring forth the verdict.”
“Aye.” Went they on many subjects until this section was brought in the hearing.
“Yes, Lorthor of Mathis Telus.” said the unwell-looking Vanessa, coughing mildly.
“With the rumors revolving around the queendom of the west not honoring their side of the bargain; I saith that the truce has been subjectively ignored. Though it is just a whisper behind walls, clearly on the matters of mining the gems of Azaciens. Art they scheming a human genocide? For do I know not the mundane minds of those men and women. Neither those of Elysium if the rumors were true.
“Blind me not, mage Lorthor. A mundane mind is least of my worries. Are we not all on the same boat of worldly desires? What would men do with flesh eaters? Profit? Control? With their country in turmoil; suggesting that we should send an ambassador to the queendom now would occasionally get the messenger kill. It is generous of me to not conduct a war as a last resolve.”
“If not a messenger, what then? Spies, chancellor? This municipal rally of yours to call, them sleeper cells? Infiltration is at its weakest even among the queendom. For a country as her, her majesty is bound to have many loose pockets. And what can be told, surely is it efficacious to say; the land of the queen hold an abundantly sources of ill weapons at her disposal. Though we know little of these devastating devices. A multitude of spies will do well concerning our weakness is being thrown on the burner.” Vassal Mage Lorthor said.
“We have no spies in their land as of yet. Must I remind, if the queen led our agencies in, would it play against us who are fed to the slaughter house? And if Elysium is pulling the string of her nation, . . .” It was laughable to Master Barlomew, “Why drag the cow to the slaughter when they can direct and bait it. Might we make the butcher proud to contend wars. To kill three birds with one stone. Aren’t you not aware? Did it skip your mind of the destruction that Sylvan went under; to toil and tempt against the Elysium who had allied with them?!”
“Now now Master Barlomew, a perfection as headmaster need not scheme an undefined surrender. Willfully to say that the men of your sub-states would not take up arm? It would be a conditional end. Givest away the innocents’ hard labour and they will rebel. Seeing that your country had hasten summoning of warriors from another world; Elysium would know by the business conducted. No more than a farce that the queendom is spreading.” The Lion King ended and follow was the beautiful beau.
“It is a sure fact the White Queen will commence a hidden assault. Only time can tell. No one loves being the aggressor before playing the victim. After all, if ever it was war, first will it bring upon my doorstep. Let the court be very aware that they're giants beyond their borders. It would be rude to bring extras for dinner.” And came across the round table was Euirlin who had mistaken his seat with the young lord Clive’s. The nobleman notice a new face in town. It was this so called Phantom Thief where all northern men had said that he stolen the treasures of the southern lands of Tarosa. So that was the say.
The council brought up other important issues while Sir Euirlin whispered to his attendee. Asked he about this curious fella, our main, Nuj.
“Your wise, that man who wears the Mask of Unfortunate Blessings quenched the rebellion of the north in the land of Tarosa. I could not believe either sir. To think, an odd jester could do such a thing. The hero, Mythius, did the same but replaced the land with a stronger tyrannical rule.” Whispered the attendant.
“A mistakeee!!” Seneth forgot about this noble of great lineage, Sir Euirlin Walechestr, the pretty guy, “I forgot about phansy boy! Gryphorse manure, Mister Rosey knows my face, my abridged story from the desert.” He silently said. This story was not fully told but in holes of 12 episodes.
“Oh, and what status is of the state?” asked Euirlin in a calm alluring voice filled with curiosity. The nobleman walked in such light-hearted elegant. His seat was just three chairs away. Always he did fixed his eyes on the Phantom. Seneth seems trouble but act as nothing unusual ever happened.
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“All legal matters within the court judicial systems had been revised. I cannot even fathom what had happen. As far in our intelligence, the man gave away his seat as king and is working in the shadow as some messenger. Reports says he is the headmaster of some fifth rated guild. If we could find what club he is from, then for certain, we will know the man’s identit-” Euirlin semi-raise his right hand, seated he was in his assigned chair in a pose befitting for a kingly business man.
Sad but true, our main heard every word even it was a casual whisper. What a load of garbage he thought. Sounded like they had made everything up on the spot. Or was it Sandou’s ingenious plan for world domination? Could be.
“Your wise?”
“That won’t be necessary, Bael. An intelligent man would’ve remove his mask. So why hasn’t the council scrape the veil?”
“We had, Lord Euirlin. It seems personally glued before the face.” Sir Collins was trouble by such weirdness. A man to “gorilla glue” his feature with a fandangle strangeness? All Euirlin did was laugh out loud, snickering and continue he, “Very glad. Sweetness is the milk before curdle. The fortification of a secondary wall is needed more than a pictograph of this . . . criminal.”
“This is troublesome. I would’ve not thought he was an important figure. Diffidently should’ve left the caravan alone with the philanderer.” Nuj felt it and all Euirlin did was smile.
Euirlin raised one of his brow at Seneth. Both these men stared into the other’s eyes. Thoughtless it was to our main for the mask block the intense ray of glaring. With the power of the Mekkav Pendant, Sir Euirlin’s eyes can pierce threw walls and the layers of magical properties. Another greatest pervert accessory one could have.
“I congratulate you, Master Euirlin and your father on building the great wall of Thyein, fortress of renown.”
The glamorous nobleman knew but gave no spectacular speech. He was still mad about THAT situation. Our main could not admit his fault during THAT event and scratch the side of his head looking away here and there. It was the young lord’s attention to say he was sincerely sorry. O how sweaty he became. Hopefully, Euirlin knew. Turn he to see the King of Beast.
“I dare not take all the credit, Lion King. Sincerely, you should thank my old father and his men.”
“Lord Euirlin, do you two know each other?” Asked the acting chairman, Vanessa Shaver, sitting far to his right, the head council’s granddaughter and the speaker of the house.
“This is my first encounter of a strange kind like him. I found him to be quite a looker. Don’t you agree? He reminds me of someone who owns me a FAVOR.” The nobleman re-glare at the end of his lustrous talk of favor. Gave he, Seneth a deal. A hidden deal only man of the mind would comprehend away from the public eyes. You do me a favor and no one will know the truth.
“I shouldn’t even asked.” Vanessa was serious. From behind came the court taker to fulfill her needs.
“Enough with your petty jokes, Lord Euirlin.” said the elvfyn king and continues on with more information that is not given here.
“. . . Haste and stillness are not the ways of the nine-states.” And the lion king paused for a bit.
“. . . . . . . . . .” Follow master Uik’s sigh quietness. The eyebrow disturbed.
“I see. The ere of our grand union may be coming to an end; to hope that the nine-states will hold this pledge would be unprecedented that Bryce may attempt to bribe us one by one. I do believe not the queendom would be so bold to spread a restless rumor on the matters; hence, that Highland’s demanding the freedom of their oracle. It would only thwart their plans if the priestess was to be kill by false pretense, the use of the queendom or Bryce as the patsy. The vassals of Fedread are surely making a scene behind close door. Though the nun is held hostage, I don’t doubt of Highland’s involvement but for the mad merchants of the north, . . . likely a hidden pincer attack that could gain favor in Highland’s and the queendom’s hierarchical system.” said the elvfyn king.
“Bah! To scheme smaller nations to do their dirty work with the promise of indoctrinated deals are no secret. The Highland merchants are indeed a prime candidate! As Bryce is in mimic of their ways, will it be more truthful, Elysium would attempt to slid into our policies unnoticed.” The Chancellor decided to pitched in.
“Watermaugh is not the only town to fluctuate on their terms. It would be Elysium who we lords should be worrying about.” The elvfyn king was not sure where to side. There were contradictions to past conflicts.
“. . . . . . . . . . .”
“Indeed. As it is said.” The fuehrer have talk; lay his chin rested on the back of his hands as it rolls, “And yes. The queendom has some significance to our plan to hold our nations as one. But do know, gentlemen, our countries are no more than a mere reflection that of the Court of Veils; if we ever come to no singular decision. Let the queendom cast their die. ‘Tis better to see the outcome then to go up against with a lesser hand. But for the matters revolving around Bryce, I do believe, Mayor Clive may have turn against us in favoring of the black crystal industries. I would like your opinions great men of the states.” The men of power continues on with their inquiries.
Master Uik continues his “silent treatment” for duration of the gathering.
And me being myself, I have time to check the game codes. Politics anywhere from the world of illusion to this world of illusion, they’re all the same. For all follows the same pattern. From the ruling of fake priests, to mad kings, to selfish oligarchs, to demi-gods, to despotic tyrants, to war generals, nothing is new under the sun. It takes about an approximate 350-400 years for iniquity and wickedness to be fully ripe at the time true good is in the land. From my understanding with all that had happen to me and seen, I say we are at the 200 year mark.
If this fuehrer is an equal to the ethnic cleansers from the old world, the chance he will get power is high. The help, the funds from the bankers of Elysium? Well now, the dice is well already cast.
Indeed, big man here will betray the one giving him the power lift, and soon these bankers will be upset, because the special “deal” is cut-off, willfully turn against the fuehrer in helping the other side; assassination attempt cover in the name of good cause within the compromised “justice” faction. Secret works of evil to get what those carpetbaggers Want, their oath of the ancients. Oh their Want stench to high heaven!
Now, these men weren’t like from the old world. Nor do they throw out the phrase, “New World.” Nor has it been put into the mind of the people by the unconscious state in their media.
The interesting thoughts of video games is an interesting thing indeed. But knowing the crazy scientific overlay of this kind of genre, will evil men dictate ones surrender. That is my friend, artificial transfer of the mind state or would it be nicer to say, the digital world. When one becomes two, welcome to mind paradox. There are better ways to cross the gate.
“So, it’s weirdo new-age boys dreaming about fighting evil Nazis all over again. Gee, great. What will be the watchword?” I saith, “Flesh gems? Another kind like the one the clerics were wearing? Release in the fog state? Oh . . .”
Goodness have I found it! The list of regular traits. These can it be change but a player must give something in return. Has it not specify what the item could be. And so I list what I was checking until the big bad bosses pass judgment on I, a one-of-a-kind hobo. This database is really going off topic. Who cares! Here it is:
Cooking
The higher the proficiency of this stat, the quality of foods can be develop or quality of brands be purchase from the food court. With higher mastery, food items bought in stores come at discounts. Fullness and exhaustion will deplete slower with higher ratings of this trait and food as gifts for allies and AI characters increases.
Weaving
Reduce time for the development of fabrics. This trait increases the players’ Dexterity or Focus the more proficient this trait becomes. With higher mastery, the players can create and design specific textiles and allows the owner to sell special designed apparels to other players. In which, the apparel cannot be altered once exchange.
Fishing
Increase this trait by fishing in a quiet place away from the city and a threshold to players nearby. Mastery of this skill reduces the negative effects of environment, increases the players’ Diligence or Perception and find more rare exotic fishes. Every threshold that player meets expectation, increase their Intelligence by 1. Random threshold is reset when gain Intelligence.
Magic Mastery
Increase this trait by reading and analyzing enemies’ magics in a library or on the battlefield. Mastery is acquire more if the player and their party are on the battlefield; greater mastery experience gain when ambush. With higher proficiency, the player can recreate their spells with magi-texts (Game Codes) that follows the nature of laws and order.
Language
Increase this trait by listening to foreigner communicating or studying a language book. With proficiency, the player increases his/her stories, open up new dialogues, open exploration of new continental region, increase the players’ ability to have and understand multiple native tongues. Factions included. The player can make enemy factions harder to understand the player as long as Language mastery is higher than theirs.
Throw
Increase this trait by throwing items in inventory or field objects. The higher the proficiency, the player grab items quicker and throw faster and deadlier. Damage is increase with higher mastery, Accuracy for throwing increases and larger enemies greater than the player flinch easier.
Farming
Increase this trait by living a farmer’s life and earning an honest income. With proficiency, the player is open to make their own homestead instead of player housing. When meeting a certain threshold, addition to getting marry, the player can have special children characters.
Reading
Increase this trait by reading books and parchments. This skill affects how fast one player can finish reading a book, gaining secret knowledge, understand strange writings, unlocking magical doors and obtaining rare things in the sub-text of ancient books with higher mastery.
Faithful
Increase this trait by praying in a church every game day, pray for fallen human enemies and alike or praying for the Innocents dead on the battlefield. With higher mastery, the player’s healing abilities and healing spells are increase, more immune to curses and possessions, and undead and demon-type monsters cannot physically touch the player. Damages are rebounded; infliction is base on the player’s Faith, Prayer, Will and Resonance.
Skunk
Increase this trait by not taking a bath everyday, game time, being on the road too long or shown no hygiene in the public eyes. The player taking a bath or shower reduces this trait’s experience greatly; if touched by water other than showers and baths, reduces trait’s experience slowly. Player of this trait are less targeted by enemies but city folks and nobles will less likely want to converse with. The player’s charge skills has a higher chance to break enemy formations and blocking. AI allies or AI enemies are likely to scatter, other engage players cannot scan you and their charge attacks may fail with higher mastery, except Undeads, Machinery and Spirits.
“Hmm, I counted about 300 regular traits. Goodness.”
“Seneth. Seneth. Seneth!” And I was ignoring the mid-age woman.
“The speaker of the house is addressing you. Advise your manner.” said Collins who he stood beside me and the state-representative of Lasting Autumn sigh. It was enough to move the nasty mouths of isekai men who’ve heard. Information detected. An American transported into a fantasy world. It was an insult that the isekai teens did to me. So I say the most insulting things possible one can produce for shoot-them-up gamers.
“Go eat your dorito and mountain dew.” Clearly it was on a low tune to shoo them off that had became a well known brand of a legendary hobo. The main twos ignite a cold discharge. Would’ve been more effective if toilets were added.
My showcased tribunal to the public was to shame me within their congress by their elects and false, in which bribed themselves to power, elected nominees. An odd strategy to provoke one. I stand the test of time and before long, my mind did blank. No words to say or to give utterances as if my spirit wanted me just to be silent for the minutes.
The governmental policies of the states were different. An ambassador from the crowd came forth. It was this Count Narbodci who arrived just passed midday after talks of his own home town. Tag along was General Gyion and some of his units and servants. Narbodci knew not what was said. But with the stench of whispers, a quidnunc is bound to have foul breath.
Perplex by the fame, knowledge and insight that the vampire shown, constituted the nation of Beazori’s problem. It brought fear in the minds of lawful men and isekai men follows them without hesitation. On they went about his affairs and kindly was I put in his play, his secret combination of works too. Again, I did not know how to dodge the bullet this ghoulish fiend portray, his cunning lip service, his intelligent mouth of words marvel the people of Beazori. Therefore, did I the most reasonable. Make up stuff as I go in defense.
I spake poetry. In retrospect unto my grievances, broke away from my standing and those holding hands for convicts.
Yes, it is quite surprisingly even unto myself. From a blank out mind to regaining my confidence just because a weird out of place animated object was here. The poetry lasted until the late evening. In our world, I say about six in the afternoon.
If Sam Houston of Tennessee did the same in congress, why not I? And no, would I not join their confederacy nor the federal troopers and make all Darth Vaders proud. Who knows what kind of women are watching so is best to put on good performances. Especially to win the hearts of those old lonely single ladies in congress. I’ll need their vote on my innocence if I’m going to survive.
After the six marked, so did the live magik vision cut off. Public affinity died down and left the stages. Would I believe ‘tis bout to get good. Are people this insanely gullible to not raise a brow just because the show end around the appointed time?
“This dandiprat. Does he not shut up?!” The heart of poetics annoy the men of importance. A continue of other muttering lines.
And did my poetry won more than the votes I needed as majority of the council applauded lowly but carried the sign of disgust. Others, fascinated by the attempt. What excites me was the admirable claps from the leftovers of the public from outside. The sun had not fully drop and was I saved.
True. Poetry within itself about the very council themselves was not enough to defeat the vampire. I have to find other methods and did with my experience in the Northern Grasslands help strengthen my conviction. Added some significant that would give rise to their tribes as it was with Sam Houston and the Cherokees. Though had it no doing of the ongoing battle, a promised of golds trade for lands and yet deceived for useless paper monies. The treasury must’ve been cleaned out.
Mmm hmmn, was I a smooth sailor in gyve.
What a turn of events that gotten the League of Nomads involved, Dumbodale and partial of the citizens of Beazori. It was heated when I picked up a royalty name just from listening. I was not sure what I was getting myself into at this point in political affairs after I accidentally “shaming” two guys, where one who try to attack me with a bananyan, a banana cat.
“How dare you utter his name!” One man yelped.
“I’ll kyill yu, mu!” The statesman with the bananyan said. An exclamation of his index pointing at me. “A scurvy scallion beaten up our knights with a carpet?! No less a dirty rolled-up carpet stultified! A mockery of our discipline! Might we make this meeting adjourn! I wanna mark his breeches with the coal brander!” Had the state-representative of Autumn calmed him down along with another of the state man's rag worker.
“Here master, shew shrift. Have some candy to calm your nerve-”
“I don’t want any candy now! Leave me be!” and on he went in gadzooks that the public official heard, hand wavering mid-air of his own deceitful flare, knocking away the bag of sweets. A comical policy that even the unintelligent bundles joined in. If the man weighs more than a duck, he is branded a heretic.
“Ye-awe, we ain’t vouch for that. We y’not aloof.” Hate to admit it. That’s how it sounded. Stupid and gullible for them to believe a bunch of sham political people. To throw their own common sense out the window and enter the mob mentality idiocy.
“Leave me be hyenas and raptors. Don’t incite stupidity on me.” Saith this Lord of Hobos. Continue I to search in the network slum of this articulate mask once more.
Isekai men baffles in seeing actual political attacks. They were attune to my speeches. A man who cometh from their land? The land of suicidal Japan? Even as they believe I was an isekai man as them. But hid I not my status as a hobo. Greatly was my commitment to look different from the rest wasn’t easily overlooked. They had also carried this ability, the power of Sync Foresight; to see class status. And pleasantly is, The Satirical Fool.
You could say that the men of isekai were all teenagers with the boost of egos. Yes, carry along, the pineapple hair style. Ooo, do continue, skinny jean trendies? Yes yes, what else? Pink is the new black. But now, would it be better to say,“orange is the new black?” Wow isekai men, the media is really training you folks to go to prison.
From my observant of the people, majority of them humble fools, their hearts wondered away into the network slum of the mind. Boy, the irony. Was I mentally stabbed but hey, at least not likely pertaining to me, right? Though the super lost ones are not stated as a copy of neon-liberalism, my terminology, and the things I’ve mentioned above.
This is the truest of them. Yea, the righteous doing to fight evil and the darkness; or to live a loving solidarity life and guide by unexpected events; or to become the strange darkness with the finding of love. In these all, to act on their own believes and command. To do and choose what they want. Goodness, I pray so. It’s not a classroom summoning is it? Was I wrong all along. And hearing some conversing like little high school girls was enough for me to label other unnamed ideas not listed in this paragraph.
A rarity do I wonder. These youngster believe to be heroes. Indeed. And so why not? Swords, magics and shields are appealing to the men of isekai. Let this world be their awakening call. Let the contrite spirit find good wisdom.
Boy, has it gotten hectic. I’m being target for defamation. Where is love?
Gregory was brought forth, put upon the toadstool of conviction, and his indictments reign. Not much satisfaction as it was to I. On they went down his list and listed he for treacherous treason. My oh my. I wonder what Greg did?
“Mevkbis Qi Talos” Greg did said and it was only I who knew. But how did he known that phrase? Only Sandou saw me wrote it on papers years later when the group dispersed. Then I replied.
“Hie.” All I can say to him. We look not at each other but from my portable assumption, he would lighten. And no, it was not happiness.
Soon enough, his neutral lip became an angered frown once he spotted Narbodci; heading to the patio in countless concourses of brimming glims, waxed strong in abundances of patriarchal heights. His eyes spitefully widen.
“Narbodci!!” He cried out loud, an infuriating madness, “You swivel gnat! Give back what you stolen!!” The ghoul heard him, pretended not and on he went fixating his collar bow.
“Order! Restrain that carl!” Sebastian commence with the hammer and pointed at Greg. It spooked some unaware legislatures.
“Get him!” Yelled some of the knights.
“Merry I, will thou not stay for supper?” The fangs Narbodci shown as he talked to one of the headmasters of Beazori. A woman with taste, a sweet nectarling swam in a favorable herbary.
What in dalmatian!? Gregory have swap mental state. The royal knights lunge him unto the floor demanding his silence, speak only when spoken too. Soon after, was I slam as well by the peeler. Not sure to why I would be torture keeping the peace. Man, need I a righteous One.
It is 6:21 PM. Mayor Clive arrived on schedule with his group and a shout was given upon his arrival. In fighting deescalated for the moment.
Now. Here are the remaining affairs of the council. Mayor Clive state his business but as usual, petty chieftains broke out in confrontations. It was once say that a man cannot argue with jackals.
Yes, they were great men of the states who had foreplay their chess pieces. It was sparing indeed that the chieftains under their countries came along. Whether those tribes were coerced to partake in argument like grown men, I do not know. Either they were brought, trapped, deal, or reasoned. Their manner of speech, their action, their shown of pride, least my mind says, they are truly petty who war among themselves, pillage, plunder and raid each others for their resources like wolves and chihuahuas.
A competition of their did arrange an argument, a fight to the head of the states concerning who will be the leader to lead them all, the chieftains in the states who had partake of this evening meeting. Lash the newly generated arena in the middle of civility and their warriors uproar. Clive, the elvfyn king and the fuehrer want no part of it.
“What say be men. This is I, Neeto of Redwick, destroyer of undeads, fighter of bends, scatter of many like chaffs before the wind. Listen, hear and bare witness. I, strength of a thousand ox, slayed the mightiest of all the dragons in the plains of rot!”
“Listen not to this oaf! Ill temper is him and manner less before us folks! I am Gideon from LeCrome, warrior of the skies, symphony is my art in commanding legions of demise. Warriors of mighty, heed my call! This old fool will only cleave unto his hearth!”
“Hear them not! A muscle buffoon and a crazy cannot defend nor are good leaders my fellow countrymen. Rivals, it is I, who shall be voted to take the lead. My name given, Inolan of the great city of Phreed. Alas as it be, signing documents for peace is assuring great honesty!”
“Oh my God, they are hopeless like hogs, who eateth their sleeping master before the fog! O hear me Lord my God am I destined. It is I, Besus Bright, blessed is ever, my peace is the fairer way, lover of many before, after and today! Repent of your sin! Show thy enemies thou lovest them!”
“Ya’ll ingrates! I, a great-”
“Shut up woman! You have no part of this!” said Neeto. The rest replied, “Right!!”
Pocahontas belayed the nonsense. Sucked in the women’s fat belly with confidence. Continue she, her attacks against the men, howling with the hand on and away from the mouth, to intimidate lesser men. Her dance ritual ignited a battle. Others follow their own religious rituals, blown the trumpets with the war musics.
And to all of them, the funniest was Neeto. Pulled out his two heavy set of bicep in front. One by one, arm rings or is better known as bicep stranglers, pop. Blonk! Then the next, Blonk! These useless adult film instrument fell to the floor, bounce, spin and waggle until it became static.
The last of them, Three-Eye Cobmak, usurp his statements only to continue their infighting, believing it is more beneficial for him to look civilized to take the throne in leading the bands. They continue on with their poems. It was well said. Their rehearsal lines were truly poetic like the classical renaissance. I am not a good classical poem writer, so bare with what works are given.
We might as be cousins. Among the hundreds attended, six men I am universally reminded of: a temper muscle head, a lunatic kamikaze peace dealer, a scared back-seat bureaucrat, a wannabe Jesus Christ hypocrite, an amazonian piping she-hulk and a selfish no-fang weasel. Sebastian had a hard time restraining the uncivilized men even with the help of sir Collins’ knights.
For now, I was quite aware about the old days that a young man like me who spend his time reading historical articles; and military strategies within the most overlooked things would come to use. To summon chieftains who wanted no involvement with the structure of the states, clearly is a sign that war is near with their countries pertaining to all that was spoke; concerning the welfare of the states not being stab in the back of course.
“This is madness.” A random isekai man and the knight beside me blurted. Mindfully, I replied to whom was nearby, “No, this is actual politics.” It did not help me one bit and I was shove down to the ground and told to be quiet. My comical face frowned. It was not time that I should end the act. With all the testosterone in the room was enough to remove old ladies, a majority from the public eyes. Yea, smells like men spirits. Don’t get me wrong. I do not enjoy being sexually excited from naughty whips and secret torture. A hobo like I would die before obtaining the wood.
A leader of a newly guild. That was my only plan advised by good attention. Seemly not going well with all the possibilities I kept behind the mind. Am I not a boss of my own design? Did this humanely Lord of Hobos forgotten the truce of light? Am I not a maker in sense? I am, that of them.
Yea. Being a Creator in the oldest-youthful years has its privilege according to the word of men. An oxymoron that I too have some satisfaction to up-head of the curve before a prone accident. Though with such a strong enact responsibility that one must carry, ‘tis not always about having your cake to oneself. No, indeed discarded. A risk that I was willing to take for little is I, a seer-like beggar taken away for a natural cause. A duty in the meridian of time. A quest that was given. Now has it come. The evil is near. My chance ignites.
A noble stooge mistaken an elderfact of mine own works, as put upon, a decorated neck warmer.
“Bingo.” The peelers pay no attentive to a weak man like I. Eyes shuffle away to see Neeto and his band of children who act in matters of grown men.
With good help from the sprites, broke hold of knights and isekai men with no weapons in hand, shocked the generated arena, and burst the travel routes to the noble stooge. My goal, to yank and tear the misused elderfact from him, accusing I of damaging royal linens. My target? Abduct the body of a women as a meat shield. How deadly!
I went for the speaker of the house, this Vanessa Shaver, the granddaughter of Dolvilan Lotes, leader of Yuri Yuri.
“Hold that man! Tie that Gary Stew! That Lancer!” Yelled Sebastian and follow the bod lance of knights. If this is to go according to plan, I must secure the prize possession, upset the balance of men’s criminal law conducted.
“Coward!” Yes, that was what the people of the land have call me. But why must you label me a Gary Stew? And no no no, don’t called me a Lancer! I’m just doing my job as a main character, mister Sebastian.
To yanked Vanessa from a slight sip of warm tea and braised the weapon skirt, choked hold the woman, though loose, to the amount who she could screamed for help, scared the court taker from beside. It wasn’t wacky. I made distant away from the court taker and the rest of her entourage. It wasn’t an easy battle. I surely can tell the difficulty.
“Surround him!!” Then again. I was trap. Worse than my gig with Fajita Carlos and the flies of guilds in an open environment. This meeting room is quite claustrophobic now that everyone is aimed to get glory.
“Well now, aren’t I popular.”
Gregory was just as surprise as them. Who, a man he knew in the days’ old, in the days of finding, the college years, to be so unpredictable, so unreadable, so strange even among the good buddies they’d group about. Even after dropping out of college, rumors he heard of him still holds true to this very world of illusion. Nuj hasn’t lost his old spark of embers.
“O I hate that man.” Narbodci, the normie, like all sheep normies, continue to look above the venue. Meanie he is because I have destroyed a bit of his informative network and sneaky wordings.
“Release her right away and no harm would be done!” Yeah right. I defended from some nearby knights. Battling, tricking and deceiving with the loosely linen artifact, defending myself from onslaught of sequences. It was not good if the woman’s curvature assets would not tolerate the flings. If my captive would die in shame, would I have no way to get close to the end goal. Hmmm?
You wouldn’t dare trying what I’m about to do. Release me prisoner go. Gradually push her aside, thrown enough to the floor where men of power sit. The fuehrer took no action to such a bargain settle with little sense. Along, look until the fogs of war clear away until his own execution. Vanessa begins to feel slightly unwell. The eye baggage rent in discoloration. On she continue to cough. No deterioration nor redness to the neck. I was accused to suffocating an actual lady of the court and not a half-wash hag, career-women.
“Get the medic!”
It was not even seven seconds. The chieftains’ group attack me without warning. Too bad. It would’ve been a better ending. The knights rush towards me. Behind the battle servants, isekai men called by the headmasters of their state demanded their involvement. Those lords wanted glory. In it for credits, reputation, honor, and prestige. Bull dung! I have no time for this! There is a bigger fish in the pool.
With the amount of yellow dots on the game map turned red was massive. This game has no player maps. I was most fortunate to be in the halls. For such will bring invited map. If one willing to draw, make, or is of a special class trade, will one find this ability come to be verily useful.
Alert! This much enemies I must take on? With levels not only in the starting range but maximize up to the level 90s and the upper echelons. Mainly the people of the land, units are about level 20-60s. I am fully aware the isekai’s are level 90 and higher. Then again. The game is not about high level from the start.
I have to think quick. The dice? Yes. Change Sprite’s die to two. Completed.
I spake to the sprites, devise some quick plans. Search for specific if you can. Asked them I did, Daisy and Little Lily who will cast magics from the enemies’ listed pools. Though have I none magic arts nor can cast, it will be up to them to timed and invoke on their own preferences. Good that the enemies knows not my game plan. The knights and other subordinates close their distant. With these Auto-Traits and regularities, it is going to be chaotic activation against military platoons. The more, the better my skills function. Hooray.
“Attack-tack-tack-ack-at!!” said Pocahontas, rallying the call with a gryphorse’s feather in hand and a large bow in her left.
The sprites fire unheard of magics at random attackers in the accordance to my movements. Other times from a random void generated nearby which confused many statesmen that I could be too dangerous. A mad magician. A loose nut case.
First up was Neeto, Pocahontas and her wild group follow the single digit isekai men. About five of them, a total of fifteen, launched at I. In-world gamers, happily believing they would abstract rare item drops from an event boss. Me, a special season boss? Don’t light my charcoal helm.
They proceed to attack I in all matters of techniques. And with like what I had done to Phan and Zargov, did me trick Neeto and an isekai man with the slight of hands. Not dodging away. Oh no. Better. I have surprise the overachieving adolescent through the draped curtain of the elderfact, a form of flashy tech performance. Peak-A-Punch! Nintendo’s Super Smash Brothers, All-Star Ace, Pikachu, Ness and Captain Falcon approves of this message.
For Neeto, he was kicked into an open stable for filing paperwork. The heading that provided shades or rather a sense of room cracked and fell upon him covering the whole.
The boy flew backward, crashed among other men and women, spitting out mouthful of waters, hair sweaty and sprinkle from his own accord. Others, out maneuver me from the tool. Have I left them some memory scars.
Continue I fighting with a skirt whipped thrice in different occasions. The heavy linen shuffled from my greatest hand combats. I open the elderfact and the drape regain its loose appendages. Come these royal knights, three of them never expecting what I had done. The popular Trick Stance to unusual tooling choreographs. Then an arm from inside the folding item uppercut the first, retreated and I insult the leftovers with an orthodox grounded roundhouse. The rest twirling to the ever carpet. Shower dust. The metals clumped.
Presto, reshuffled me works and open the elderfact right into the face of the camera. Shock the crew and onlookers. And did they back away. A hop of with the hands of retardation. Before long, it’s on like Donkey Kong from the Kongo Bongo.
“Tulip, wanna play . . .” Tulip agrees with much excitement, “Creepy-magic puppet master?” I grin with a bit shown of the canine teeth behind the mask. A fine day to bonk bureaucrats!