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It appeared that even here of all places there were still foul individuals who opposed proper and moral laws to dictate society. The ghost in the iron shell of armor took notice of those who would dare oppose implementing strict moral legislation. There was a faceless demon, the lion masked brute, and an immigrant who left as quickly as he appeared. The third would clearly not be of any trouble to Jarl Ragnvaldr Konrad Bergfalk because that immigrant clearly lacked convictions. However those two were monsters who applauded the ideals of chicanery.
With a few clanking footsteps away from the table, the Swedish Siege's helmet turned between the two creatures who clearly could not understand the importance of these societal edicts.
"Sen ya'll addle-headed slicks born fro lewed kinde unnethe know the importance of proper rules, I'mma whoop t'both of ya harder than the boys down in Chickamauga woulda whipped ya!" declared the armored poltergeist as he raised up both of his arms to get ready for the collar and elbow position.
He glanced between the two.
"Doing this according to Hoyle. Which of y'fellers is man enough to lock-up first."
With a few clanking footsteps away from the table, the Swedish Siege's helmet turned between the two creatures who clearly could not understand the importance of these societal edicts.
"Sen ya'll addle-headed slicks born fro lewed kinde unnethe know the importance of proper rules, I'mma whoop t'both of ya harder than the boys down in Chickamauga woulda whipped ya!" declared the armored poltergeist as he raised up both of his arms to get ready for the collar and elbow position.
He glanced between the two.
"Doing this according to Hoyle. Which of y'fellers is man enough to lock-up first."
Lo was Jarl Ragnvaldr Konrad Bergfalk, known also by his ancient moniker 'The Swedish Siege', was called backstage by the most inbred Carnie Barker that he had ever worked for. Inbreeding was quite the valid tactic in order to secure both the most honorable lineages of kings, to even the humble traveling carnivals that were past through the family. The poltergeist which haunted and possessed the timeworn suit of armor pondered briefly on how long this particular promoter's family owned this traveling carnival sporting exhibit, as he was a rather unsightly fellow.
But as a gentleman, Bergfalk would only bring this up in a pointed, yet delicate, barb when the time was right. And currently the time was not right for such duels of the tongue. This was, as the booker pointed out, a unique opportunity to shape the promotion as they saw fit. Jarl would surely not waste his chance in influencing society into a proper, more refined, direction. After all, he could only stand idly by as society was corrupted ages ago.
Now he had his chance to fix the errs before they could even occur!
The suit of armor distinctively clanked as he strolled towards the parchment, as the woman who should not even be participating in sporting exhibitions and feats of manliness, walked by.
"Verily it is no drede a Buckle Bunny hiferin' 'round parts they ain't knowing oughta be plumbpickin' tired like a barber's cat when fare as if als were menfolk." Jarl decried in a most imperious manner, before stepping at the parchment. He carefully plucked a feather off the table and placed it in a nearby bottle of ink.
Now it was time for the Swedish Siege to impose some proper rules to create a polite society.
'In this section of the charter, societal edicts shalt be in place fer how manne will fare so society wol be gentilesse in nature.
Edict the First: Mannekind shalt han a strict curfew, as soon as moon rises ther shalt be no hitting the flats, as mannekind must return and stay in their personal domiciles until the sun rises. Additionally each domicile must have at least one ghostly spirit in it that may do as it pleases. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Second: Mannekind hast grown incredibly lickerish and easily succumb to temptation of lustful intent. To curb this tarnation, all biological creatures, which procreate through intimate affairs, must wear at least seox layers of cloth upon them. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Third: Sadly establishments that claim to be 'Gentleman's Clubs' art dens of vile sin. All such nunneries shalt be destroyed and the land below it must be purified fer a fortnight before an actual Gentleman's Club, where professionals of various fields can gather for merriment and discussion, gets built upon it. Anyone violating this edict, and/or longin' fer these dens of sins shall be beaten until morale improves.
Edict the Fourth: Verily it be known to all that water is a rather nasty elixir that is frequently tainted by foul water spirits. No one shalt drink this easily tainted substance, rather they shalt drink Small Beers produced by local households and monasteries. Any form of liquor which have more alcohol content than the Small Beers will be outlawed. Anyone trying to violate this edict by the selling or drinking of improper brews shall be subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Fifth: Rambunctious members of mannekind hath taken to frolicking as if they were entranced while an instrumentalist ensemble plays. This Satyr's Trot, known colloquially as "Dancing" is to be banned. Anyone violating this edict will be subject to beatings until morale improves.'
Jarl Ragnvaldr Konrad Bergfalk lifted the feather up as he stared at the parchment. There was so much more that needed to be installed so a proper culture would be fostered, but for now he was satisfied with these particular doctrines of morality.
"I trust ther be not a soul wishing fer skulduggery?" Inquired the Swedish Siege as his helmet spun around to take note of those who might wish to lead society down an improper path to Hell.
But as a gentleman, Bergfalk would only bring this up in a pointed, yet delicate, barb when the time was right. And currently the time was not right for such duels of the tongue. This was, as the booker pointed out, a unique opportunity to shape the promotion as they saw fit. Jarl would surely not waste his chance in influencing society into a proper, more refined, direction. After all, he could only stand idly by as society was corrupted ages ago.
Now he had his chance to fix the errs before they could even occur!
The suit of armor distinctively clanked as he strolled towards the parchment, as the woman who should not even be participating in sporting exhibitions and feats of manliness, walked by.
"Verily it is no drede a Buckle Bunny hiferin' 'round parts they ain't knowing oughta be plumbpickin' tired like a barber's cat when fare as if als were menfolk." Jarl decried in a most imperious manner, before stepping at the parchment. He carefully plucked a feather off the table and placed it in a nearby bottle of ink.
Now it was time for the Swedish Siege to impose some proper rules to create a polite society.
'In this section of the charter, societal edicts shalt be in place fer how manne will fare so society wol be gentilesse in nature.
Edict the First: Mannekind shalt han a strict curfew, as soon as moon rises ther shalt be no hitting the flats, as mannekind must return and stay in their personal domiciles until the sun rises. Additionally each domicile must have at least one ghostly spirit in it that may do as it pleases. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Second: Mannekind hast grown incredibly lickerish and easily succumb to temptation of lustful intent. To curb this tarnation, all biological creatures, which procreate through intimate affairs, must wear at least seox layers of cloth upon them. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Third: Sadly establishments that claim to be 'Gentleman's Clubs' art dens of vile sin. All such nunneries shalt be destroyed and the land below it must be purified fer a fortnight before an actual Gentleman's Club, where professionals of various fields can gather for merriment and discussion, gets built upon it. Anyone violating this edict, and/or longin' fer these dens of sins shall be beaten until morale improves.
Edict the Fourth: Verily it be known to all that water is a rather nasty elixir that is frequently tainted by foul water spirits. No one shalt drink this easily tainted substance, rather they shalt drink Small Beers produced by local households and monasteries. Any form of liquor which have more alcohol content than the Small Beers will be outlawed. Anyone trying to violate this edict by the selling or drinking of improper brews shall be subject to beatings until morale improves.
Edict the Fifth: Rambunctious members of mannekind hath taken to frolicking as if they were entranced while an instrumentalist ensemble plays. This Satyr's Trot, known colloquially as "Dancing" is to be banned. Anyone violating this edict will be subject to beatings until morale improves.'
Jarl Ragnvaldr Konrad Bergfalk lifted the feather up as he stared at the parchment. There was so much more that needed to be installed so a proper culture would be fostered, but for now he was satisfied with these particular doctrines of morality.
"I trust ther be not a soul wishing fer skulduggery?" Inquired the Swedish Siege as his helmet spun around to take note of those who might wish to lead society down an improper path to Hell.
Lo did the sorcerer's blast strike true at the face down monster that the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell placed upon the field. Fyodor leaned in, while still squatting, as the attack came through. And just before the card flipped up, a dramatic pause was used.
...
Spirit Reaper emerged and bodied the attack. The purple robe zombie simply shook its head and tapped its scythe up and down.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. See? You bored me. I bet you were expecting some flashy sorcery weren't you? But you'd be wrong. So besides Pyramid Turtle haunting your dreams, you've got Spirit Reaper lying in wait."
...
Spirit Reaper emerged and bodied the attack. The purple robe zombie simply shook its head and tapped its scythe up and down.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. See? You bored me. I bet you were expecting some flashy sorcery weren't you? But you'd be wrong. So besides Pyramid Turtle haunting your dreams, you've got Spirit Reaper lying in wait."
Suppose those technical difficulties should be clearing up then and IC will follow.
2900.
@PKMNB0Y - Noted. And with that the turn is over.
Fireworks are fun at different sections of the traveling carnival not at the sporting exhibits.
Noted. And now moving Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned to strike Nekroz Valkyrus.
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