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Tis correct. However, I refer explicitly to the Knights of the Order, lead by the High Council of Elder Knights, who doth decree that ye olde butchered englishe be the standard language. Is that a challenge to a duel? After my personal safety from Guifrog and Cosmic is assured, I’ll gladly...

File a formal complaint and I’m sure the offenders will be justly charged with dragon-slaughter. Maybe even murder, depending on the case.

No, we Knights only destroy dragons we find out about via razed villages. Take @Universe and @DergenTheDragon’s continued existences as proof. Fuk

Thy speech patterns would indicate that thou art no Knight, at least of the order I’ve familiarized myself with. It’s more of a bad omen thing. Did you fly, or walk in?

See 1a and 1b, which apply whether or not the Council is in charge. (The esoteric laws of the land mean that the heir—inheritance rules apply indefinitely, or at least as long as the nobility system holds up) *attempts to track @Universe’s tracks to find an exit*

Dragons now? What have I done to anger the gods?! This much ill-fortune is absurd!

There are so many things wrong with this I can barely list them all. But I can give it a go: 1. I’m obligated by contract with the Council to remain heterosexual if I wish to remain (or, re-become) a Knight (in order to facilitate the saving of damsels in distress). 1a. I am, in fact, of...

Let me escape the evil dungeon of Cosmic and Skittles, then we’ll talk formalities!

Ahh, the coward shows his face. I won the duel by proxy, you know. And that’s not unfortunate in the slightest!

This is not gold! You drugged me and recorded my idle ramblings and now you’re using it against me to utterly slaughter any dignity I might have spared! This is gold plated feces! NO TOUCHEY *swipes at booper with sword* Real silver would be wasted on the likes of you. Take this off the...

*screeches of terror*

He didn’t show up. I won by default. I haven’t actually had to utilize sneakery like, ever... but if Cosmic and Skittles and Guifrog don’t show up, I’m home free! *searches for exit*

Blast. Here I was, daring to hope humanity was on the table again.

... Thank you for what is undoubtedly the best last-resort option I’ve ever had at my disposal. I will certainly bear it in mind should all else fail. Seems Cosmic and Skittles are gone... *begins Metal Gear Solid style stealth escape*

I meant the whole inserting “rat” for various syllables of calander names! Now stop nodnoding and save me from these wedding dress maniacs if you have any sympathy at all in your ratty, completely devoid of empathy body!

SAVE ME

*There are no decoys, so I’m still in the clutches of the evil wedding maniacs.* *starts to stir* whuh happnd

*can’t reply, is still incapacitated*

*gets the unconscious feeling I should be praying that Ben909 maxed out his Hide skill* *the saliva freezes*