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For FSM and Country Pg. 1 out of ???

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Published: Feb 18, 2017
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Elijah (mine)
Tristan Ennerstone as the Flying Spaghetti Monster - Saoradh 
N0110 XFS Wink Wonk (pictured yawning) - Saoradh 


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Elijah entered the tent warily. Tristan had been moody since he'd been cursed, often falling into fits of rage without warning. It was best to tread carefully around the man.. the beast. They were already at war with the Illorians, they didn't need to fight among themselves, too. 

Scanning the map in front of him, he slid a rectangular block into place at the base of the mountains. Just that day they'd taken the holding from the enemy, pinning them in place against the formidable mountains and slaughtering them without mercy. The soldiers were to wary for mercy, they wanted a means to an end. They wanted to go home, Elijah did too. None of them would get that chance until Tristan was returned to his rightful state. 

"Their numbers are dwindling, sir." Hiding a brief smirk, he toppled a triangular piece. Two more holds to over take, then they were free to advance to the kingdom itself. Elijah's frown returned. There was still the matter of crossing the river to comprehend, but Tristan's next words didn't give him the time.

"Rally the troops," his warped voice spoke. "We'll leave before dawn." In his haste to announce their departure, one of Tristan's noodly appendages whipped through the air, nearly slapping Elijah's face. It took much self control not to go off on the irritable man.

"Yes, Sire," he replied through gritted teeth. The only thing relieving the tension in the tent was the sound of the King's horse yawning loudly outside.


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:lmao: Wonky & Tristan; this is genius!
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