[opening monologue]
‘Darkness creeps through the lands of Boobia,
The brave captain, Gannon the younger now has the chance to show his courage…
The Goblin Overlord plans to terrorise the people of Andria,
Deep in his keep, Count Horn-Igit plots his invasion…
Can Gannon crush the enemy, or will a new dark power rise in the South?
An army raised to destroy all in its path…
The fate of Andria does in fact lie with the King of the Pirates…
He either sails to Vale’s aid, or leaves the world open to the spread of darkness, hate, and war…
Captain Dirty Albert knows that the fate of Andria, rests in is hands alone’
The Mountain standing tall in sacred Boobia,
The whispering shadow in the depths of Andria
Young Gannon stares,
The Mountain groans
Perched on the throne,
There sits his foe
Gannon sends his men to storm the Count’s keep
But they find it empty, not one beast was seen
Then the men turned back to flee
A goblin hoard attacked and killed all they could see
Fate will guide my sword,
Strike the head from the dark lord
This is my day
The Count will pay
He’ll taste my blade
The mountain speaks to me,
The whispers of my dreams
Young Gannon waits to find his men have not returned,
And to the west the Count is raiding Boobia
For now the time has for Captain Albert’s nod,
Will he send an army, will he save the world?
The Captain nods,
His fleet departs,
Dirty Albert
His fate unknown
Gannon takes his army west to Port Willop,
Can they meet the Count and rid him of the world?
But the Pirates now begin,
To crush the Goblins and protect their ancient kin
Fate will guide my sword,
Strike the head from the dark lord
This is my day
The Count will pay
He’ll taste my blade
The mountain speaks to me,
It whispers of my dreams
“Kinsman stand as one
Face the Goblin hoard”
Fate will guide my sword,
Strike the head from the dark lord
This is my day
The Count will pay
He’ll taste my blade
The mountain speaks to me,
It whispers of my dreams
[closing monologue]
‘and so, the day was won,
the Empire saved.
The deeds of Dirty Albert were not forgotten,
For his legend would live on forever and beyond
The Port of Willop was now his to rule,
Whilst Young Gannon was paraded through Victoria, a great hero of Vale!
We fight for our kinsman
We stand as one
We fight for our kinsman
The Count’s no more…