Things were a little too easy going for a trip to a Castle overrun by the enemy. We should have been more careful, but that was too obvious (way too obvious.). Traveling down a road, and coming to a larger clearing, my memory gets a little hazy. Seemingly out of nowhere, the caravan gets obliterated. I came to only to find I was bound and seated upright on the ground, tied to two of my friends (teammates really…. we dont hardly know them yet), while my brother knelt before a stranger who was trying to get information we did not yet have. Nobody messes with my brother without messing with me. I froze those damn ropes, and broke clean through them (sure I suffered my own Icy Breath, but it got me up didnt it?). I ran up to the guy asking the questions, and layed the big boot into his head (wrecked ‘em? hell, I killed ‘em!). Fighting erupted, and we all (yes, the other two with us really did help us out. this time it wasn’t just me an Wussah.) fought like champions. I figured these guys all had to come from somewhere, so I rounded the next corner to find the source of my memory haze. It was a man with a torch (and a massive cannon, bigger than i had ever seen). He had fired off some sort of exploding device to destroy our caravan. I moved in to ask him some questions with the pointy part of my Axe, but he decided to run. He shot the canon off as he ran by it, thinking the impact would kill me. I guess he did not think of me jumping with such precision and grace that he missed. We found a note on his dead body, and left him for the vultures. His base now belongs to us.