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''The [[Ser Jaramey Slizzard|Grand Knight-Convenor]] of ISDA’ s [[crack drafting squad|crack CDS drafting squad]] surveys the wreckage across the mead-hall. | ''The [[Ser Jaramey Slizzard|Grand Knight-Convenor]] of ISDA’ s [[crack drafting squad|crack CDS drafting squad]] surveys the wreckage across the mead-hall. At last, the hall falls silent. Echoed scuffles, bootfall and clankèd chainmail sublimate into the musty vaulted beams — perhaps a saucepan lid lazily circles. A curl of incense wafts up, the chimney smokes white and before the exhausted combatants there lies, upon a table, this careful calligraphic parchment. | ||
:{{script|Regolamento}}: Fine ninjas, knights and champions — <br> | :{{script|Regolamento}}: Fine ninjas, knights and champions — <br> | ||
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:Demob that giddy mace of outlandish sophistry! <br> | :Demob that giddy mace of outlandish sophistry! <br> | ||
:Behold, clandestine league, anoint the golden hour! <br> | :Behold, clandestine league, anoint the golden hour! <br> | ||
:Apply thy merry unguents: | :Apply thy merry unguents: our wranglement is at an end. <br> | ||
:{{script|Grand Knight-Convenor}}: Are we — are we ''done'', then? My brother, sister knights: are we ''done''? | :{{script|Grand Knight-Convenor}}: Are we — are we ''done'', then? My brother, sister knights: are we ''done''? | ||
Revision as of 17:26, 21 June 2023
The Grand Knight-Convenor of ISDA’ s crack CDS drafting squad surveys the wreckage across the mead-hall. At last, the hall falls silent. Echoed scuffles, bootfall and clankèd chainmail sublimate into the musty vaulted beams — perhaps a saucepan lid lazily circles. A curl of incense wafts up, the chimney smokes white and before the exhausted combatants there lies, upon a table, this careful calligraphic parchment.
- Regolamento: Fine ninjas, knights and champions —
- Brave chevaliers of our spidery art! Lay down your arms.
- Though be you bruised and battered, soiled and scarred —
- The meaty thrust and counterthrust that boiled within these cloisters
- And lent heft to this most blasted of all Wordings —
- Is now done.
- Triago, Herculio, Rise! We are at one.
- Holster thy syntactic catapults;
- Demob that giddy mace of outlandish sophistry!
- Behold, clandestine league, anoint the golden hour!
- Apply thy merry unguents: our wranglement is at an end.
- Grand Knight-Convenor: Are we — are we done, then? My brother, sister knights: are we done?
- The rambunctious Ser Jaramey Slizzard, a young knight from the court of Milbank, stirs. He gets unsteadily to his feet. His countenance is dark.
- Ser Jaramey: Prithee, the conch.
- Grand Knight-Convenor: Denied.
- Ser Jaramey: So be it, milord.Now, As the case may, for the time being, be deemèd —
- Grand Knight-Convenor: No. This must stop now. The time for pedantry is over, Ser.
- But the young knight is hot blooded, wild. We can hear him mutter the Swappist Oath.
- Ser Jaramey: What is dull is never done.
- Ser Jaramey draws, but the Aïessdiyé have seen all this before. They are faster. They anticipate his stroke and the watch commander, Inclusivia Liberartardia cuts the young knight down with a blow to the back of the knees.
- Ser Jaramey (buckling): Doth it befit our order, good lady knight
- Our sainted equal guild of taker and of giver —
- To strike so low a blow as that?
- Inclusivia: ’Twas the cheapest to deliver.
- Ser Jaramey buckles and they escort him away to the Protocolia where he will serve a period of nettance.