The Raid Angry shouts shook the waking kingdom as the mob of unclean villagers were stoning the King’s Palace because of his new weapon rules. “How are we going to defend ourselves if you confiscate our blacksmith weapons!?” exclaimed a villager. Sir Gerald smelt burning wood, smelly manure and odours from the unclean villagers as he was overlooking them at the King’s palace. He saw pitch black figures rapidly marching towards the palace and exclaimed “Bandits! I need to warn the villagers!” Sir Gerald was a spiteful rookie knight and a skinny young-adult who wore shiny metal armour covering everything but his head. He carried a newly-made sword with a perfect-looking shield. He hustled to ground level and tried to warn the rioting villagers, but the shouts only kept getting angrier. Soon, three loud bashes were heard as the Kingdom’s gate crumbled like a biscuit and the defenseless villagers scattered like rats into homes. …show more content…
Banks was a skinny adult and had pale skin with a smug look. He spoke in a posh manner while wearing his cloth armour, equipping two daggers and having an armada of bandits waiting outside the Kingdom. “Let us create a deal. We tax you every week by looking into every building and taking everything we want without any blood spilled; is that fair?” explained Banks. “You want our gear? Then you are going to have to go through me,” stammered Gerald. Banks’ bandits were a comedian’s crowd and proceeded to enter the Kingdom, but Banks had ordered them to stop. “How about this, a duel between us and if you win, we leave you alone, but if you lose, then we enslave everyone in this Kingdom to do our bidding,” said