You find three black cloaked men throwing torches through the windows of the tavern's windows. You ride up to the burning tavern and your horse rears. You pat it's neck just as an arrow soars past your head and embeds itself in a pole behind you. You look up to the rooftop of a building across from the tavern. A cloaked figure stands on the rooftop, fitting another arrow into his crossbow. You cannot turn your back on this one to fight the others. But the tavern must be saved! You hear screams coming from within the building.

You turn to the burning building, the cloaked men are terrorizing the townsfolk now. Seeming to be bored with watching the tavern burn. You dismount your horse and begin to climb the ladder that has been carelessly left against the building of the bowman. Sword in hand, you leap off the ladder and onto the rooftop just as the men set fire to it, having spotted you.

You kick the burning ladder down upon the men, who quickly run out of the way. You turn to the bowman, who has tossed away his crossbow in favor of a small scimitar. He comes at you with it, you dodge to the right and swing your own blade. He blocks your blow but staggers back to the edge of the building. You come at him and swing one time to get him to jump back. He does so and falls through a large wooden pavilion below. He is buried underneath the splintered wood.

You jump down, swinging from a large banner, you land safely on the ground and quickly assume your battle stance. The three black figures turn to you and bring out their own blades. They quickly advance on you. You look from one of them to the next, not knowing who will strike first.

The attack comes from behind. You quickly turn around and swing your sword, having heard the man's battle cry. You slice through his cloak and reveal leather armor. He is unharmed. But his armor has a slash through it revealing a weakness.

The other two now attack, one leaping into the air and bringing his sword down upon the ground beside you with a clang. The other one fights you more one on one. You parry and block vicious blows from him. You leap back and trip over your own feet. You fall next to the rubble that covers their comrade's body. You have dropped your sword!

As the three men chuckle and advance on you with blades up, you see a ray of hope, The first man's crossbow lay within arm's reach! And it has an arrow fitted in it! You wait for them to get quite close, not being a very practiced bowman. You pick up the crossbow, aim and fire. You hear the sound of the string releasing, then a cry of agony.

You see before you the three men, one with an arrow in his shin, the other two look at his bleeding wound in shock. You use this opportunity to pick up your blade, and rush them. You attack one before he has a chance to parry, blood leaks on your blade as you hone in on the gap in his armor and strike. The man screams, and falls to the ground as you remove your stained blade.

The only man not hurt has used his unfortunate comrade's defeat to sneak up behind you. You quickly turn around only to have him jam the sword into your left arm. You fall to your knees, and drop your blade onto the ground. It hurts badly as he snickers and digs the point deeper.

You glare up at the masked man and await death.

You hear a sharp thump from behind the man, and he is out cold, bringing the blade out when he falls to the ground. You yelp in pain as blood trickles on your armor.

You look up and see that your savior is...