Chapter VII 51
August 23, 2010
If you read the almanac entry for Tarka you might get what all this Icon nonsense is about.
Transcript
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There’s a loud THWAK and a spray of blood. Lewk is still clutching his palm of St. Gurge as he tries to cover his head with his arms.
Surrounded by hostile soldiers, Lewk cowers in disbelief. Behind him Bludgeon King strides off with his pink cloak billowing behind him, and the bloodstained greatsword held in one hand. Beneath him a wounded soldier is clutching his bloody arm, as the armor has been visibly dented.
Lewk: Are you nuts!? You can’t fight all these guys!
Bludgeon: I can, crowd control is an icon’s duty.
Woah. Nice job, Bludgeon. This is the line of work he was born for.