LIAB 47

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

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Panels: 12
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Panel 1

Tramennis, serious once more, with his fist to his chest, faces Ossomer. Rows of Jetstone archers stand in the background.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: So now that you've tried on that ridiculous livery, I was thinking perhaps it's time for you to turn back to Jetstone.

What say you, brother?
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Panel 2

Head and shoulders view of Ossomer in red and black decrypted livery.[edit]
Ossomer: You should know better than to ask that, Prince Tramennis. [edit]

Panel 3

Ossomer and Tramennis speak before a background of Jetstone archers.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: But I am asking.

If you are still anything like the Ossomer I knew-

Ossomer: I am Ossomer.
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Panel 4

Tramennis leans over the railing, pointing his finger at Ossomer, who bows his head in shame.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: Then you should know that serving the likes of Stanley the Plaid would-

Ossomer: Stanley the Tool.

Prince Tramennis: ... would be beneath you.
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Panel 5

Tramennis speaks, smiling, as Slately looks on grimly. Rows of Jetstone archers at attention, and shadowed forms of Unipegataurs are in the background.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: Surely, you must have said that of Ansom a hundred times! How often did you rail against Stanley's dishonor?

His "loathesome, crawling deceit and cowardice," I believe was the sort of thing you used to say?
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Panel 6

Ossomer, serious, speaks against a background of flying dwagons.[edit]

Ossomer: I do not serve Stanley.

I, and the Tool, and Commander Firebaugh, and Ansom for that matter all serve the Titans.

And there is no turning away from that path.

It would be to turn from the divine will itself.
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Panel 7

Tramennis speaks, smiling with one eye half closed, and Slately speaks grimly. Rows of Jetstone archers at attention, and shadowed forms of Unipegataurs are in the background.[edit]

King Slately: I heard no mention of "Parson the Hamster Lord" in that list...

Prince Tramennis: Indeed! What of your new Chief Warlord, Ossomer?

Promoted over you. That must seem familiar.
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Panel 8

Ossomer speaks dourly, with rows of dwagons in the background.[edit]

Ossomer: I know little about him, to be frank.

I am told he is an instrument of Fate, the "perfect warlord."

I do understand him to be... unorthodox.
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Panel 9

Ossomer and Tramennis face each other in profile, glaring, across opposite zones of the balcony as they speak.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: Is that your new word for "dishonorable?"

Ossomer: Not at all.

Prince Tramennis: He violated a truce for parley, Ossomer!

That's how he croaked Ansom.
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Panel 10

Ossomer straightens his posture defensively, justifying Parson's actions. Tramennis leans forward accusingly while demanding to speak to Parson.[edit]

Ossomer: Well, I'm certain he would not do so lightly!

Prince Tramennis: Then I would speak to him.

And have him give account of himself.

Let me judge him for myself.
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Panel 11

While speaking, Tramennis leans to the right to see around Ossomer, getting distracted by the scene in front of him. Ossomer turns his head to look at what Trammenis is seeing. Tramennis and King Slately stand in front of rows of Jetstone Archers in the background.[edit]
Prince Tramennis: We will see if he is some kind of supreme warrior, Titanically gifted with the holy light of battle shining upon him from above... Or if he- [edit]

Panel 12

A stacked row of Yellow dwagons is bombing the Atrium of Spacerock, causing the roof to suffer damage. Other rows of different colored Dwagons are flying nearby. Tramennis is speaking in the Tower of Jenga, behind the dwagons.[edit]

Prince Tramennis: Or if he is... in fact, lower than Stanley!

Sound: DOOK DOOK DOOKIE DOOK DOOKIE
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