LIAB 56

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Turn Number:75 AW
Side's Turn:Royal Crown Coalition

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Panels: 13
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Panel 1

Against a background of green mountains, a rectangular grey stone fort, presumably Progrock, under attack by at least twenty flying Gwiffons and Megalogwiffs. The outer walls are mostly abandoned, but there are defenders on the tower.[edit]

Maggie: "My Lord, Progrock is under attack by Faq units.

We're badly outmatched. The city is certain to fall."
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Panel 2

Closeup of the combat on the Progrock tower. Blue and white clad Faq troops, supported by half a dozen Megalogwiffs are dispatching a mixture of Stanley's red and grey troops, and Wanda's red and black decrypted.[edit]
Parson: "Okay, well... that's too bad, I guess." [edit]

Panel 3

Parson, facing away, is silhouetted against the glowing green portal.[edit]

Parson: 'Mean, there's nothing we can do about it, right?

Take the loss.
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Panel 4

Jillian, standing on the Progrock battlements, flanked by Duncan Scone, and other Faq units, directs her troops. Fallen Gobwin Knob units lie in the background.[edit]
Parson: "They do have their Ruler out on a raiding party, so I guess next turn we'll have to see if we can hunt her down and end that whole side." [edit]

Panel 5

A somber Parson, three-quarter view, lit by the green portal.[edit]
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Panel 6

Parson, flanked by Maggie, faces the portal.[edit]

Parson: If I'm dead next turn, tell my replacement to put a priority on that.

Maggie: Of course, Lord.
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Panel 7

In the shadowy Transylvito palace war room, Caesar Borgata points over the model of Spacerock. Dewy Tulips and Leather Valese are beside him. All are in formal dress, but Caesar's bow tie is undone and his collar is open.[edit]

Caesar: You see what's goin' on here.

That is a losing fight.
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Panel 8

Caesar, flanked by Dewy Tulips, talks with Benjamin.[edit]

Caesar: And it shouldn't be our fight, necessarily. You know what I'm sayin'?

Benjamin: We've thrown a lot of money into it, Caesar.
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Panel 9

Bird's eye view of the Transylvito palace war room. Eight warlords and casters crowd to one side of the red tactical table[1] with models of Spacerock, while two dolls stand impassively in attendance. Don King's overlooking throne is empty.

^  Note that in LIAB Text 3 the table is stated to be green. Artist error? Lighting change? Major redecoration in the middle of the combat?
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Dewy Tulips: Thown[sic] away.

Blonde Punster: Yeah, from our throne to their thrones.
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Panel 10

Caesar, flanked by Dewy Tulips, addresses Benjamin over a model of a Dwagon.[edit]

Caesar: You gotta tell him no, Benjamin.

He ain't gonna disband a caster.

I'll stand with you.
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Panel 11

Benjamin, with crossed arms and pursed lips.[edit]

Benjamin: He'd disband you, though.

He'd love an excuse, I bet.
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Panel 12

Caesar, resolute, head and shoulders view.[edit]
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Panel 13

The Transylvito warlords and casters surround Caesar and Benjamin. Dewy Tulips has a hand on Caesar's shoulder. The model of Spacerock is in the foreground.[edit]

Dewy Tulips: I'm with ya, Caesar. He can disband us both.

Leather Valese: Yeah.

Not even watching: Me too, Chief.

Fat Bald Warlord: Mm-hm.
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