Revision as of 00:20, 3 June 2009 by HistoricAccount Commander I. Heartly Noah
|Jillian Zamussels approaches on her gwiffon. A female unit on the ground flags her down for a landing.|||
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|Prince Ansom gestures to someone off-panel. In the background, Jillian's gwiffon nears the ground.|||
Prince Ansom: Prepare to end the turn.Captain: Yes, Prince Ansom!
|Jillian directs the female unit who flagged her down to take care of her gwiffon. Ansom and his captain can be seen in the distance, in front of Ansom's tent.|||
|Jillian walks up to Ansom and his captain, who are standing by a table full of food in front of Ansom's radish-shaped tent.|||
|Jillian Zamussels: Yeah, barely. That gwiffon has 2 move left.|||
|Ansom reaches out a hand to Jillian, who looks wary.|||
|Commander, I've got some food prepared for after you freshen up. Meet in my tent?|||
|Jillian grabs a seat and a loaf of bread, as Ansom looks on haplessly.|||
Jillian Zamussels: Here's fine.Now's good.
|Sunset falls over the staging grounds, casting a cluster of radish-shaped tents into silhouette.. The captain sounds a trumpet, signalling the end of the turn.|||
Sound: FER-DURRRRP!FER-DURP, FER-DURRRRP!