Lloyd the Conqueror

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Have you guys even read it?

Patrick has my copy.

It was a little

dry for my taste.

We are so screwed.

[GUNSHOT]

[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]

Enter.

Dark mage Derek,

sovereign of gremloire,

Chieftain of the orc hordes,

I humbly beseech your audience.

Granted...

I suppose.

Did you have something to say,

Or are we just enjoying

each other's company?

It's the grand larping council.

Look, if I'm to have time

to fail all these quizzes

Before lunch, I need

you to get to the point.

The grand council has

decreed there will be no

Final battle at the end

of this year's season.

What?

They said there's not

enough teams registered.

They said you're

scaring everyone off.

Oliver, can you explain

to me how I will be

Declared champion if

there is no tournament?

Well you won't, there will

be no champions declared,

As there is no final battle.

Well that is the silliest

thing I've ever heard.

Am I to be punished

for excelling

In the deadly art of battle?

Yeah.

The grand council doesn't

want to see me win again.

They want to stop me

before I break the record

Of the white wizard.

It's all gnome politics.

Shut up, stop your groveling.

Well played grand

council, well played.

But you'll find it takes

more than politicking

To defeat the lord dark mage.

What we must do is

recruit a few fools

To register under

the forces of light.

But where does one

find such dimwits?

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

I told you I had

it covered buddy,

Just five minutes.

DEREK:

Whenever you're ready, ladies.

Yes. Oh Jesus.

Um, as you can see,

here's Beowulf, and he was...

well he was the greatest

warrior in the land.

And uh, he was six foot nine,

And had long-

Short black hair.

It's not to

scale, but he's-

LLOYD:

He swam half the time,

And also carried a weapon.

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