TBFGK 10
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| Three uncroaked infantry[1] and a twoll are standing stationary in a small clearing in a forest. The twoll is sitting on a log, looking restless. | [edit] |
| Twoll: I hate ending turn out in the open field, y'know? I feel like one tasty target. | [edit] |
| Two yellow streaks, the color of a gwiffon or perhaps Jillian's hair, flash across the panel. | [edit] |
| Sound: SWOOP! | [edit] |
| The twoll stares at his uncroaked companions, which now number two instead of the earlier three. | [edit] |
| Twoll: Um. | [edit] |
| Frowning in concentration while counting on his fingers, the twoll struggles to figure out what has changed about his soldiers. | [edit] |
| Twoll: I can count to three... One... Two... | [edit] |
| Jillian and her gwiffon swoop down on top of the twoll. Jillian smiles gleefully as the gwiffon's mouth gnarms open into a marshmallowy maw. | [edit] |
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Jillian Zamussels: Three. Gwiffon: MWARRRH | [edit] |
| Jillian beckons with her sword, and her troop of orlies swoop down on the two remaining uncroaked, pecking at their eyes. | [edit] |
| Orlies: ORLY? ORLY? YARLY! LOL | [edit] |
| Frowning in concentration with her tongue sticking out, Jillian writes something on a scroll using a long quill pen. She's still sitting on her gwiffon. | [edit] |
| Sound: kritch skritch | [edit] |
| Jillian drops the letter she wrote into the magic hat that Prince Ansom gave her. | [edit] |
| Letter: X -1214 Y +455 3 INF, 1 TWOLL CROKD, NO CAS | [edit] |
| Jillian bends down over the magic hat with the letter in it and taps the hat with a magic wand. | [edit] |
| Sound: POOF | [edit] |
| Back in his tent, Prince Ansom is sitting at a small table writing a note. His battle armor sits on a stand nearby. A magic hat sitting upside-down on the desk starts to shake. | [edit] |
| Sound: rumble | [edit] |
| Ansom waves a magic wand over his own magic hat. The letter appears inside. | [edit] |
| Sound: FOOP | [edit] |
| Now in full armor, Prince Ansom is holding the letter and looking concerned. He's facing, Sir Webinar,[4] a nondescript unit in yellow armor. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: Your mission is ground support, Webinar. But it could turn into rescue/recovery. She's not just scouting; she's apparently hitting targets of opportunity. Please be careful. Sir Webinar: Yes, Highness. | [edit] |
| We get a full view of Webinar's task force: four cloth golems[5] (two bears, a giraffe, and an elephant), two tchotchkes[6] (a unicorn and a cat), and another yellow-clad Jetstone soldier[7] mounted atop a grizzled purple sourmander[8]. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: She, um. She doesn't know you're coming. But she might be very grateful. | [edit] |

