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	A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.		A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.

-	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty [[Tramennis]] beside him. They would hold back that [[Demon]] ~~thing~~ shaped like his lost [[Ansom]], at least long enough for the King to shame old [[Dickie]] into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the [[Hall of the Mountain King]] for judgement.	+	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty [[Tramennis]] beside him. They would hold back that [[Decrypted\|Demon thing]] shaped like his lost [[Ansom]], at least long enough for the King to shame old [[Dickie]] into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the [[Hall of the Mountain King]] for judgement.

	"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"		"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"

152.131.9.69 at 22:28, 28 March 2011

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	A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.		A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.

-	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.	+	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the [[Hall of the Mountain King]] for judgement.

	"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"		"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 19:14, 13 July 2010

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	Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen Kings and Queens, [[Prince]]s and Princesses stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.		Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen Kings and Queens, [[Prince]]s and Princesses stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.

-	Here came this beast to his [[Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.	+	Here came this beast to his [[City_Zones#Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.

	''Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!''		''Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!''

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	[[Category:Page Annotation/LIAB\|Text 9]]		[[Category:Page Annotation/LIAB\|Text 9]]
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	In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a [[King]] must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.		In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a [[King]] must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.

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Commander I. Heartly Noah at 03:01, 6 April 2010

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	==Notes==		==Notes==
	#{{note\|turn74}} This is the first clearly out of order update, happening a full turn before the comics.		#{{note\|turn74}} This is the first clearly out of order update, happening a full turn before the comics.
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Commander I. Heartly Noah at 03:45, 16 February 2010

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Menlo Marseilles at 03:44, 16 February 2010

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	And yet, try telling that to these cretins on other thrones. These [[Royal]]s In Name Only.		And yet, try telling that to these cretins on other thrones. These [[Royal]]s In Name Only.

-	He knew what [[Dickie]] meant to do. [[Haggar]] had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?	+	He knew what [[King Dickie\|Dickie]] meant to do. [[Haggar]] had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?

	And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even having a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.		And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even having a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 03:36, 16 February 2010

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	But on the nights it did not sleep, neither did the King.		But on the nights it did not sleep, neither did the King.

-	Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen ~~Kings~~ and ~~Queens~~, [[Prince]]s and ~~Princesses~~ stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.	+	Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen [[King]]s and [[Queen]]s, [[Prince]]s and [[Princess]]es stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.

	Here came this beast to his [[City_Zones#Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.		Here came this beast to his [[City_Zones#Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.
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	''Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!''		''Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!''

-	When he had allowed his [[Ansom\|son]] to take the Arkenpliers into [[Battle for Gobwin Knob\|battle]], he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.	+	When he had allowed his [[Ansom\|son]] to take the [[Arkenpliers]] into [[Battle for Gobwin Knob\|battle]], he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.

	This was the truth that had destroyed poor [[Queen Bea\|Bea]]. It would crash down upon his city, and if the city did not stand, then the whole world would likely end.		This was the truth that had destroyed poor [[Queen Bea\|Bea]]. It would crash down upon his city, and if the city did not stand, then the whole world would likely end.
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	And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even ''having'' a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.		And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even ''having'' a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.

-	Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After Gobwin Knob and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. Slately could only hope it was not too late.	+	Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After [[Gobwin Knob]] and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. [[Slately]] could only hope it was not too late.

-	And yet, what did Don King send to Slately's aid? A handful of spy ~~bats~~, and this...[[Jillian Zamussels\|woman]].	+	And yet, what did [[Don King]] send to Slately's aid? A handful of spy [[bat]]s, and this...[[Jillian Zamussels\|woman]].

-	Oh, she was a Queen. That he could not deny. But she was surely the worst that ever lived. She was every bit the [[Barbarian]] who had knelt before his throne and stammered out her ignorance. Revolting.	+	Oh, she was a [[Queen]]. That he could not deny. But she was surely the worst that ever lived. She was every bit the [[Barbarian]] who had knelt before his throne and stammered out her ignorance. Revolting.

	But.		But.
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	A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.		A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.

-	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the [[Hall of the Mountain King]] for judgement.	+	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty [[Tramennis]] beside him. They would hold back that [[Demon]] thing shaped like his lost [[Ansom]], at least long enough for the King to shame old [[Dickie]] into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the [[Hall of the Mountain King]] for judgement.

	"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"		"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"

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	In the gloom of the grand hall, [[Slately]] could hear it breathe.		In the gloom of the grand hall, [[Slately]] could hear it breathe.

-	Truth at court was treated as if it were a precious commodity. It was hoarded, coveted, bartered for. Certainly this analogy applied to lies; his courtiers accepted his lies as currency of the realm. He handed them lies in large denominations, and they returned him his change in small ones.	+	Truth at court was treated as if it were a precious commodity. It was hoarded, coveted, bartered for. Certainly this analogy applied to ''lies''; his courtiers accepted his lies as currency of the realm. He handed them lies in large denominations, and they returned him his change in small ones.

	Oh, but truth was something different. Something alive and immortal. By light of day it was only a little butterfly: pretty, elusive, easily crushed and utterly unable to defend itself. Most nights, too, it slept harmlessly. One could wave it away for a very long time.		Oh, but truth was something different. Something alive and immortal. By light of day it was only a little butterfly: pretty, elusive, easily crushed and utterly unable to defend itself. Most nights, too, it slept harmlessly. One could wave it away for a very long time.
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	Here came this beast to his [[Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.		Here came this beast to his [[Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.

-	Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!	+	''Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!''

	When he had allowed his [[Ansom\|son]] to take the Arkenpliers into [[Battle for Gobwin Knob\|battle]], he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.		When he had allowed his [[Ansom\|son]] to take the Arkenpliers into [[Battle for Gobwin Knob\|battle]], he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.
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	He knew what [[King Dickie\|Dickie]] meant to do. [[Haggar]] had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?		He knew what [[King Dickie\|Dickie]] meant to do. [[Haggar]] had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?

-	And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even having a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.	+	And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even ''having'' a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.

	Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After Gobwin Knob and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. Slately could only hope it was not too late.		Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After Gobwin Knob and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. Slately could only hope it was not too late.
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	But.		But.

-	A Queen. And she might prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.	+	A Queen. And she ''might'' prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.

-	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow.{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight could be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.	+	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight ''could'' be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.

	"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"		"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"

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-	In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a King must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.	+	In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a [[King]] must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.

-	In the gloom of the grand hall, Slately could hear it breathe.	+	In the gloom of the grand hall, [[Slately]] could hear it breathe.

	Truth at court was treated as if it were a precious commodity. It was hoarded, coveted, bartered for. Certainly this analogy applied to lies; his courtiers accepted his lies as currency of the realm. He handed them lies in large denominations, and they returned him his change in small ones.		Truth at court was treated as if it were a precious commodity. It was hoarded, coveted, bartered for. Certainly this analogy applied to lies; his courtiers accepted his lies as currency of the realm. He handed them lies in large denominations, and they returned him his change in small ones.
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	But on the nights it did not sleep, neither did the King.		But on the nights it did not sleep, neither did the King.

-	Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen Kings and Queens, ~~Princes~~ and Princesses stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.	+	Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen Kings and Queens, [[Prince]]s and Princesses stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.

-	Here came this beast to his city walls, to his chamber door. Here returned the Arkenpliers to the city which had so long kept them truly and well.	+	Here came this beast to his [[Outer Walls\|city walls]], to his chamber door. Here returned the [[Arkenpliers]] to the [[city]] which had so long kept them truly and well.

-	Why, Titans? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!	+	Why, [[Titans]]? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!

-	When he had allowed his son to take the Arkenpliers into battle, he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.	+	When he had allowed his [[Ansom\|son]] to take the Arkenpliers into [[Battle for Gobwin Knob\|battle]], he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.

-	This was the truth that had destroyed poor Bea. It would crash down upon his city, and if the city did not stand, then the whole world would likely end.	+	This was the truth that had destroyed poor [[Queen Bea\|Bea]]. It would crash down upon his city, and if the city did not stand, then the whole world would likely end.

-	And yet, try telling that to these cretins on other thrones. These ~~Royals~~ In Name Only.	+	And yet, try telling that to these cretins on other thrones. These [[Royal]]s In Name Only.

-	He knew what Dickie meant to do. Haggar had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?	+	He knew what [[Dickie]] meant to do. [[Haggar]] had surely sent her armies not as rescuers, but as scavengers. He knew it, but he did not fear. Why give a care for a horsefly, when the horse is charging?

-	And Don. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so mercenary, ever so informal. He had given up on even having a Royal line of succession for an inexcusably long time.	+	And [[Don King\|Don]]. Don was never a model Royal at the best of times: ever so [[mercenary]], ever so informal. He had given up on even having a Royal [[Heir\|line of succession]] for an inexcusably long time.

	Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After Gobwin Knob and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. Slately could only hope it was not too late.		Well, at least he had finally relented on that. After Gobwin Knob and many, many talks, Don was at last coming around to a proper view of things. Slately could only hope it was not too late.

-	And yet, what did Don King send to Slately's aid? A handful of spy bats, and this...woman.	+	And yet, what did Don King send to Slately's aid? A handful of spy bats, and this...[[Jillian Zamussels\|woman]].

-	Oh, she was a Queen. That he could not deny. But she was surely the worst that ever lived. She was every bit the Barbarian who had knelt before his throne and stammered out her ignorance. Revolting.	+	Oh, she was a Queen. That he could not deny. But she was surely the worst that ever lived. She was every bit the [[Barbarian]] who had knelt before his throne and stammered out her ignorance. Revolting.

	But.		But.
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	A Queen. And she might prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.		A Queen. And she might prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.

-	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud Ossomer would stand tomorrow.{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight could be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.	+	No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud [[Ossomer]] would stand tomorrow.{{ref\|turn74}} at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight could be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.

	"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"		"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"