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Saturday, April 17, 2010

"Art thou mystic endeavors worth something now? Shall I not smile hearty at the fall of the Great King?"

"Aye, Howbeit, thou shalt taste blood lief! Shed thou weed and parley with thine lord for thou hast blaspheme!"

"I shall mind not of the plans plotted time per se. Neither shalt thou bother what that shall meet. I doth not know what lays yonside."

"Me Brave Lord, par fay methinks we are to call somewhither."

"Aide? Ye suggestest aide? How dare ye mocketh thine master. We shall fight ontil our souls depart the beastly earthen souls."

"Pardon me lord. I shall take leave for now hath the eastern wind thirsts for blood, for our glory."