Arenicorus:Salute you sir the kitchen ng's armour.
Animus:Oh my guard the king's victory is sweet and we shall revel this victorian Hills for far too long.
Arenicorus:The public showered their praises and cursed on the infidels and villains on the eve and exit of wartime and peacetime
Animus:You mean Galicia and Atesmus.
Arenicorus:Yes sir
Animus:Their sins are atoned for .
Arenicorus: Their sins atoned for ?Rebels and villains should be put to sword and be guillotined to serve deterrence as terror scare across the king's service.
Animus:Yeah passionate for the sun king I love that.Atonement takes them to battlefield.
Arenicorus:So it was true they went on retreat at Ambergust the north country of rebels?
Animus: exactly.To those who wins and sacrifice their blood for king their atonement is the victory at the north country
Arenicorus: Rebels cannot be trusted to defend the king's realm
Animus: Atonement is guaranteed.
Arenicorus:A rebel victorious on the war front could someday rebel again . it's in the blood . Chameleon barely changes and tortoise 's shell may not retreat from casuistry.
Animus: Until then let them win the north country and alupluto ceased from the hide out of rampaging escapades.Hepthtacentric battalions swing the coast with great pride landed forthnightly.What say you?
Arenicorus: Shallom for the king Sullivan.May the golden knights of Sullivan's travels embalm the invasion!
Animus:So be from coasts beyond the bay of alupluto consented!
Enter Tumulus in jitters
Tumulus:Animus gaunt you not this golden morn
Arenicorus:Here your king's righthand man in the battlefield.
Tumulus: Arenicorus let the sun be my judge
Animus : Satisfied with the king's order and battalions in their gregarious exit amidst appalling consent?
Tumulus:Bees were not cultured and despatched with their exit.
Animus:A penal war for the rebels.Boats to feel the seas might lessen the severity of the penal.
Tumulus:They risk being a greater rebel in transit raised a battalion against the king.
Animus:Ambergust coastline belong to our people.
Tumulus Exactly but the abesians groaning as second class citizens could be so pacified with the victories and seeing abesian soldiers with the victory could grant them second homelands reprieve.Mind you Atesmus craves booty 's transfer to soothe them of agonies.
Animus:Over my dead body that you think Atesmus might rebel.
Tumulus:Either of them but I dare say mean spirited Galicia could rebel compellingly for the king's order may not satisfy him.
Two colleagues of arenicorus exeunt and further two enter.
Man power:The game is up
Lassicus: Battalions arrived in the anbergust coast .I the returning Soldier bring you newsworthy elements.
Animus:Did they frequent caves nearby coast to rest a while.
Lassicus: Disgusting that they disguised not as king's army.
Animus:Hatchet operation requires intelligence survey .I expect the Atesmus and Galicia to be blessed by now with counterspionage and golden snippets for the strike.
Lassicus: Did I hear you mandate the rebels Galicia and Atesmus to bring you home victory in two weeks?
Arenicorus:Over my wildest dreams.They eloped at dusk and failed to turn up for the king's Oracle night where priestess belched the 🐈 cat?
Lassicus:Bell the car? Which 🐈 cat?
Arenicorus: That rebels might take over the kingdom
Animus:Must you divulge the king's secret?
Lassicus:I say so and they meant so.Whar checks and balances?now that maximus joins them.
Animus:Why do you think the king's send the battalions in hurried rage?
Arenicorus:To be forewarned is to forearmed
Lassicus:You don't know Galicia a very cunning appalling sight to behold.The battle might rage for a year not two weeks.
Animus: Whatever they win and be atoned for and die be atoned rubbished forever.
Lassicus: Arenicorus was right you re harsh as the king's wrath.Power greedily intoxicated indeed provocative vengeance greedily greedily intoxicates men of power.
Animus: Whatever
Animus left the king's garrison into the palace as the officers commence the day in their duty post and visage stretches far off to behold battalions of soldiers approach the palace wielding fists of raging threads,on 🐎 horseback cutting the distance by pouncing on the fury of horses hoofs.
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