Corporal Steward:Remember, the objective of the mission is to return home with Goreshanks head, and the Blade of Kings. Nothing more, nothing less.
Sir Tyber: I guarentee you I will be home with 5 heads minimum.
The Oarsman began to row toward the last ship of the crown fleet, The Duskbane.{ All the other ships were destroyed/jacked by the renegade dockworkers.}
Solider 1: There are some fresh tracks here my lord. It looks like there were 3 or 4 of them.
Sir Tyber: We have to keep movi-
Soldier 2: Did you hear that!?
Suddenly, a group of renegades jumped out of the bushes and attacked the soldiers. The crowns had only seconds to retaliate.
Sir Tyber, thinking fast threw his sword at a renegade archer. It sank into his waist faster then a cheetah can outrun a turtle.
Seeing one of there comrades bodies fall to the ground, lifless, the rest of the group retreated back to Goreshanks manor
Knight 3: Is everyone OK?
Sir Tyber: Come on, we should follow there tracks to Goreshanks Manor.