Hark, what hath been the greatest tapestries of this, he year of our lord 1416?

Truly did I enjoy "The many tales of Lincoln Loud and his ten cantankerous sisters" as well as "The five Lion-Knights of Princes Allura" even if that was a monkflix exclusive.
Verily, I must say that mumery has been a misxed bag this year, with the fantastic "Captain Catholicism and Tony Stark wage war upon each other for differences they cannot overcome" but "Small force of mortal sin" was a mighty dissapointemnt

Ye Olde Bumpe

Methinks that thee man o' Spiders is the greatest of all heros our Lord gave us.

Methinks thou is one of simple mind.

Swordkino. Duel me, knaves.

Ha, the anonymous imbelice hast been soundly drubbed.

Flee you nuisance lest I burden to remind thou of my three hundred kills against the Moors?

Thy scroll is exquisite, please continue shitescribing.

You mean Usenet? There are archives. Go find them.

I labor as a scribe of illustrated writings for the kingdom of Marvel. If thou hast any inquiries, make them known.

Was Sir Stan Lee present at thee creation of our Earth by the hands of our Lord?

I dare say, I am not enamored with lord Marvel and his crusade to replace all the heroes of his tapestries with moors.

What is the meaning behind his heresy?

>The five Lion-Knights of Princess Allura

S-such a fair maiden, ladylike, and comely for all that she is dark...

>Favouring Moorish Wenches over faire maidens
Have at thee!

I enjoyed Steffon Ptolemaic-Universe.

And yay verily there are none who can gainsay me.

Thou does seem to ponder country mattery with thine taste in lady!

Thou art one who consorts with witches and slatterns? Begone with ye!

Recall they vows forthwith!

>Sir Shyro and Keith

RECALL THEY VOWS FORTHWITH!

Yae verily.

If thou seeketh truth, thou need not look further than the vile wenches of the Tumblr nation.

>into the midden ye go

Thou art one of questionable skill and shouldst consider a change of employment.

>Fellow knights send their squires to fetch scriptures brought from the Marvelous Monestary
>Fellow knights find merriment reading pages scribbled by madmen from the Damascus Cathedral

Truly, I am bemused by the men of my stature. One would think you all share the company of serfs.

I feel as though I am the only bastion of righteous manners and decorum. Verily, I am alone in my region as the sole audience for "Images of Wonder and Adventure" and "Dark Horse Cavaliers."

Alas. Such is my burden, and the burden of my lord.

Forsooth, thou ought hangeth thineself from the neck until thine death.

The vile Tumblr Witch Covens! Friends! Another crusade is at hand!

Hark! What hath become of Andrew, son of Dob? I hath nary heard an utterance of him in quite some time

So I was jousting with my comrades, when this knave ushers his uncouth words " I think marvelous tales has better tales than Inquisitor tales, and the marvelous theatrical universe is ultimus superioris.".
The lord filled me with rigthful anger, but alas tis unbecoming of a knight to fight a plebeian.

Methinks he has but an inflated view of his own person.

Suffer me not to listen to this man on a high horse! Truly if the Marvelous are not so, then why do their coffers fill come each new mystery play?

I enjoyed it too but found the ladies unbecoming to one another. Surely not they are... Bah, I dare not speak of it.

HO! I say to you, men of this forum! You are all knaves

Foul creature, I ought to slay thee where ye stand.

Yae verily, for I am certain our lord God would have smitten ye for thine simpleminded braying.

And thou are effeminate and bothersome, baiter of men.

>Pointy-eared abomination

Personally, I am mightily glad that the scribes have dealt away with the knave of steel and reintroduced the proper knight of steel in their latest tapestries.

Although I do honestly desire that they would return to him his red pantaloons. His attire doth seem incomplete without them...

HAVE AT THEE

Thou art a man of considerable size.

for thee

Why hasn't the Dark Knight of the Bat slain the Jester?
Surely tis the only way to end his never ending treachery!

If I removed that helmet, would thou perish?

The Commander of the Town Guard has a less than savoury solution to your woe.

thine jointress does not existenth

Know you not that the Dark Knight hath sworn ne'er to slay his foes? Would you see him made an oathbreaker?!

Forsooth, t'would cause a pain most foul.

DARK KNIGHT, THIS IS GORDON, THE CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD AND I DEMAND THAT THOU TAKE THE JESTER FROM THE REAR

It is the JEWS methinks. Who but them would make epics of MOSLEMS.

thoust are a hearty fellow...

For thou.

For a man of thine meager proportions.

Thee Jews have reason to hate the Moors thus methinks not.
The Tumblr Witches however...

Forsooth- the rumors have spread, I MUSt know...

Is it true that the lord has absconded and that in his stead, we are ruled by a man from the eastern lands?

I heard rumor that the king was a cuckold... if such be truth, than surely he was not fit to be king...

A man from the Orient! This is most troublesome news.

His Highness was enamoured with that eastern tapestry filth, so there might be truth to such tales.

>gallant and honorable while still poised and graceful in his righteous introduction
>chivalrous like any true knight, yet also burning with passions of his own
>fair to both maiden and bretheren in arms alike, truly a great man
>"What fools! This man and those alike are monsters, and we shall remove the veil of falsehood to show thee"

Why doth strangers in the east mock true knights such as ourselves in thine tapestries?


Behead thyself, cretin. Your days of conquest and empire are but legend akin to the farts whittling away in the summer breeze.

Ha! I have heard tales of this "Mango" it clearly is lesser than our tapestries.

is he the wandering Jew who mocked our savior on his cross?

Great Caesar's Ghost! Thou is onto something!

But he serves that dreadful evil! Truly no knight should stoop so low!

Some truth for ye cretins!

Pure pottery, sire.

As the Sherriff of Gotham and lawkeeper of his Majesty the King, I order you to commence with buggery upon the Jester Posthaste!

Oh

Oh...

Truth, yet that is all the machinations of eastern weavers spreading falsehoods to their own people.

That knights who shed blood for their own honor or dreams are nothing more than servants of evil? That knights who otherwise follow with loyalty and honor are but bitter fools awaiting treason?

What a cursed fate to be of the orient if this be how they envision us...

>womanly ribbons adorn yon man's leg
w-would thou kindly refer mineself to the artist? for jests of course, ha ha!

I would, but the path that leads to him, is the path that leads to the fjords protected by the impassable melancholic beast of black and white.

I hast an idea of most delicious retribution and inflicting them with their own works through our tapestries.

*xylophone noises*

Anonymous brother, are you perverting a wholesome image?

Dost anyone else have an attraction to the comely, if somewhat pignosed, young woman in the Disneye companie's recent "Living with one's on providence, as related by five passiones of a maiden"? Joy was also comely

I don't...whats the jape?

Thee joke has soared over thine head, the book was the pleasure of yesteryear and the game is the pleasure of now.

FOR THEE

Whom among you bundles of timber hath scribed this?

Enough about the Bane of Bats, his memery with Cia is most chaffing after this time!
We are the descendants of Rome not its people! Knavery of some is growing irksome.

I am made a fool by your words, nay,but by my own actions.

>Dark Horse Cavaliers
Verily thou mean Dead Horse?
Son of Devil is good in nonheretical way.

It is fine friend, for if the Lord forgives you so can I.

truly, the greatest publisher is Illumination, with Kirkeman producing such great tapestries as "The epic of the family Grimes in teh face of overwhelming goulds" and "The tale of Mark grayson, son of a disgraced father and invincible hero of Our Lord God Almighty"

Oh these horrid womenfolk, who doth complain too much about that which is not their realm. It vexes me soundly, forsooth! Why do they persist in haranguing our tapestries and our animate serials?

Why must Tor, God of Thunder now be a wench most plebian and without grace, who speaketh from a place of crudeness unbound? Why most every hero be unmade in their image for the sake of naught?

Woe betide these times we live in, I say.

I see thou spelled god with a capital G art thou some sort of pagan!

Is Tor thou god then, filthy heretic?
Would thou that I take the lord's name in vain?

Hath thou not considered the tapestries of the East? Should we not unify, heralding scribes of all statures from across the kingdoms? Far better to invest in comradery, so we shall have Shield-brothers in the Crusade against the Goat Heretics of the Shifting Sands.

T'is folly on my part! Let us be united as fellow Christians.
Hrmm... This is a hard matter would some brave soul send a message to the Kingdom of the Risen Sun?

>>/refuse/

Methinks the fool fancies himself a scholar solely for the obscurity of his tastes

Do mine eyes see a knight-errant of the House Indie? Tell me, knave, how many of your tapestries are of damsels talking with other damsels?

ye olde shiteposting

>thine maidens
>pvre

moor of mirth

My Moor.

Verily, Pearl is the most exquisite of gems.

seems like a paltry frenchman to me

>Knaves joining battle over cloak-dung
>Forsooth, it be as though deliberating the virtues of Gog over Magog

And yet, I bite in the same apple.

Jasper hath transgressed in no way.

>when your liege gets drunk

Speak not of me of knights of steel: for woe is me, my most rever'd Lord Anthony will be succeeded before too long by a Moorish strumpet, a slip of a thing, barely fifteen summers.

Surely the end of times is upon us. Seers and women who see visions, the Wala of old, had warned - mysterious words - of The Great Twisting Bend, but only now hath it dawned what that bend is.

The wandering Jew, of whom it is said he will live forever...

UNGA BUNGA ROCKSTOP

Hath thou gazed upon the works of "Star: Contesting the Legions of Sin"?
Verily, the quality of the scribes seems to rotate about more oft than the three-field system.

While a choice few scrolls are amusing, I do not find bizarre hysteria as inherently enthralling as my squire. Surely if I enjoyed proper narrative in my youth, the squires of today should too?

PALADINS!
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Huzzah mine own cousin! The Lord hast shone his light upon thee!

I hath crafted a tribute to a mummer's troupe of which I am most fond...

>Tragically slain before their time by Melodious Thespians

Truly, those few left of chivalrous nature now reside in /gaem/