*looking out upon his disciples from the balcony*

* Stepping out onto a high rise balcony jutting from the Grand Castle Piranha, Lord Newlance gazes down upon his disciples with worn eyes. *

I speak now to the people of our fine Kingdom. Those with murderous intent in their eyes, but with love for thy brother in thine hearts, I speak to you. As long as we are cursed to inhabit these lands, there shall be no peace. Your blades shall find no rest while the blood of our enemies still flow through their veins. Together we shall purge these lands of all who appose us. Into Oblivion shall we march until the hearts of all quiver at the sound of our war cries. War smith, forge thine Bastille and Trebuchet. Great beasts of our Kingdom, wield thy great sieging hammers. Archers ready thy bows. Tonight the world falls at our feet..

*Pulling his cloak over his head, Newlance looks out once more across his people before turning and reentering the Castle.*