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A small boat carries you can thousand of other 'cross the ocean. Disease infects the many inhabitants on the boat, many have died on this trip to the new lands. The smell of rotten food, animals and many infected humans fills the boat. A shout is heard, you are one of the first to rush to the side. Before you stretches an expanse of open lands, forests and a dream of freedom, happiness and prosperity. Yet perhaps it is not all it seems, fore you cannot know what larks in the shadows. Shall ye continue on...
. . .Long before the first light ever seen by you broke over the horizon on the morn of your birth, there was a time when the world was so unlike the society with which you are familiar, you almost wouldn't fit into it. Almost, however, is not a binding condition. This long-ago land, so very unlike ours of today, was a glorious time of kings, knights, horses, and chivalry. Do not misinterpret what I say, however, all was not so grand. Wars and Black Death ravaged the earth, theivery and deceit were commonplace.
Ye who has travelled long and far 'pon weary feet now hath before thee a choice to make. Continue through the city gates ahead and into this land of which I hath spoken, or turn ye 'round and return from whence thou came.