Greetings, ye knights of ole, tis' I, Grand Duke Fal, and I with you warm ale and good tidings this fine night. If it beith that a brave and valiant soul rolls trips, we round of the horses and go towards the battle! What sayeth' ye?
Greetings, ye knights of ole, tis' I, Grand Duke Fal, and I with you warm ale and good tidings this fine night...
rolling
Rolling AYE!!
Who wants a drink of rum! It's smooth-ens 'he through!
Hail, good sir.
Let us ne'er go into battle and instead swing the bottle around!
With honor, ROLL!
I wholeheartedly would say yae! But if you shall excuse me I must ask my mum. She worries for me
trips here
rollith
Aye! Journey Across to ye mum, we shall see you home soon. Hail!
rollloollllo
There will be blood.
U almost got it...
Thou's a faggoth
I am reporting in with thine trips, sir
Fuck
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You have mistold your fourtune! Beith your crystal ball broke?
With a will. Roll.
Off to battle!
Thou art homosexual.
We shall fight with honor.
Aye!
roll
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Thou has doneth
NOW BE THE TIME LADS!
ROUND UP YE SWORDS!
CALL UPON THE PRINCE!
WE BE OF SOON!
TO BATTLE
HAVE AT THEM LADS!!
Here here
you cannot stop me!
Higitus motherfucking figitus. Let's battle them foul sons of dirty wenches.
Thy time hath cometh.
I say as the sun will surely rise on these sticks of the earth, your death will be certain.
I shall roll with honor!
Days Vult my liege
The battle is certain. Their doom awaits.
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Where is the fight at?
DEUS VULT
Will there be battle? Whence do you go?
My sword is ready sire!
On prancer
I have come back. I am sorry my brethren, but I must stay. My mother needs me to stir the gruel. But fear not for I will prepare a feast for our victors.
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