TBFGK 117

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Book (TBFGK)
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Turn Number:8 AW
Side's Turn:Royal Crown Coalition

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TBFGK 117.jpg

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Panels: 10
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Panel 1

Prince Ansom's royal profile is quite angry. He squints around his big blue eyes.[edit]
(There is no text in this panel.) [edit]

Panel 2

From the perspective of an Archon as it casts a Thinkagram of the state of the assault on the city of Gobwin Knob, there is a scattering of defenders atop the Outer Walls and far below a dense force of attackers many times their number.[edit]

Prince Ansom: And... they've ended turn. So Stanley is still alive.

Unknown speaker (probably the Hobbittm Warlord): That's it then.
[edit]

Panel 3

The Hobbittm Warlord continues her remarks. Duke Nozzle waves a hand dismissively. The Unaroyal Warlord stands almost off-panel, grimacing and baring her teeth in anger.[edit]

Hobbittm Warlord: Guess we'll have to... scrape up any remaining diggers and go in through tunnels?

Or wait them out?

Sofa King Warlord: No. Not us.
[edit]

Panel 4

A close-up of Ansom covers the right side of the panel, and in the distance on the left are Duke Nozzle, The Unaroyal Warlord, and the Hobbittm Warlord. Faint mountains are on the horizon.[edit]

Duke Nozzle, Sofa King Warlord: I'm calling my capital.

The Sofa King is Sofa-King finished here.

Prince Ansom: Hold your ground, Duke Nozzle.
[edit]

Panel 5

Ansom stands near his flying carpet. Duke Nozzle is looking away, but the Unaroyal Warlord and the Hobbittm Warlord are paying attention to him. In the background some outlines of unimportant people go about their nondescript business.[edit]

Prince Ansom: And all of you.

We are about to assail the outer walls.

Unaroyal Warlord: What?
[edit]

Panel 6

The Unaroyal Warlord is yelling at Ansom and pointing upwards as the Hobbittm Warlord looks on. Ansom is donning his helmet.[edit]

Unaroyal Warlord: We can't get through the walls with all those troops deployed there!

Prince Ansom: Those were my men.
[edit]

Panel 7

A close-up of Ansom's royal posterior as he mounts his carpet.[edit]
Prince Ansom: And they are my problem. [edit]

Panel 8

Ansom has lifted off in full regalia. He points down towards his Warlords as he instructs them.[edit]

Prince Ansom Move the rest of the column up!

Begin the breach!

Here!

Now!

All units!
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Panel 9

Duke Nozzle yells up at Ansom as he flies away.[edit]

Duke Nozzle: You're brain-lashed!

Prince Ansom: Add siege as they arrive.

Don't spread them out.

Hit here!
[edit]

Panel 10

Ansom leads with the Arkenpliers and anger as he flies to his destiny atop the Outer Walls. Below, the rest of the Coalition looks up in disbelief.[edit]

Hobbittm Warlord: Then, is this a weak point?

Highness?

Prince Ansom: It will be!
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