'was early morning and the sun had just begun to rise...

WadAsia again glowed with the morning light and all was peaceful... There were no commonfolk to be seen for miles around...

The Holy Gail woke in her reading chair and decided to check on the status of the crazed Sir Jeffulot...

Entering the throne room, she found Jeffulot asleep and entangled within his slinkies, suspended between the thrones and drooling upon his own chest...

A noise was heard at the entrance of the castle... Catching both the attention of Sir Jeffulot and the Holy Gail, Gail went to go investigate, and Sir Jeffulot remained struggling to free himself from his coils...

Reaching the King's quarters window, the Holy Gail peered out across the courtyard...

Nothing was there except for a single large horse that seemed to look hungry and frail and was begging for attention just to the other side of the moat...

"Honey....!" she shouted to the cackling Sir Jeffulot... "I'm going to feed the horse!" she said with adventure in her tone as she headed toward the drawbridge...

"No!...." shouted Sir Jeffulot... "You mustn't open the....!"

It was too late....

The drawbridge had lowered, revealing 10 warriors that had crawled out of the fake horse's ass....

Swords drawn, they headed into the castle, each bowing to The Holy Gail as they passed her...

"Guys, guys, guys...." she exclaimed, stopping each of them in their tracks...

"Listen to me" she said, "he is troubled... and he wants what is best for this land... you, gentlemen, must help repair the damage that has been done..."

Agreeing, the knightsmen headed up toward the throne room expecting to find Sir Jeffulot poised and ready to fight to the death for control over the battlefields...

As each of them entered, they were amazed at the sight of the cackling Sir Jeffulot entwined in numerous slinkies and babbling words at random....

"Honor.... Valor.... Fight... No-show... Bastards..." he mumbled in between his laughter and occasional twists within the springs.... "King... no King.... wax on, wax off..." he blurted, making each of the other warriors backup with fear of a contagion...

Feeling guilty, each of the warriors put away their swords and joined efforts to free the troubled Sir Jeffulot...

Helping him to the King's chambers, they placed him in a bed to rest...

Leaving him in the room, they descended to the main control room and crowded around a large glowing red button that emerged 4 feet from the floor.... In ancient WadAsian script there was but one word inscribed upon it.... The word "ON".

each of the warriors placed all of their weight upon the large button.... grunting and pushing, pushing and grunting, the button finally began to move downward....

Lights began to blink and generators began to hum and the large red button slowly turned to a pale shade of glowing green....

The ten warriors cheered and headed out toward courtyard to ring the town's bell...

WadAsia was waking... WadAsia was again alive!

Townsfolk from across the land began to return again to enjoy the festivities and enjoy the bloodshed that was so very missed within WadAsia as it slept...

Meanwhile, with a small smile upon his face, Sir Jeffulot continued to sleep... Dreaming of a valiant land of honor, bloodshed, and triumphant battles that would be talked about across the globe...

The land had awaken, with hopes of a new start, new beginnings for the Kingless land, new possibilities were ahead.... New battles to be fought!
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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