Anno domini 1533. A fleet of sailing vessels with white sails and coats of arms drawn on them and very sturdy wooden boat structures - anchor in the city's harbour, and some soldiers get out of vessels. - The sovereign Duke, Sebastian von Breitenstein soon locks himself in his Palace that was on the hill in the city: •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Ugh, I don't believe this...!! I'll have to mobilise my troops of soldiers and archers to stop them!!" The Duke sighs in frustration as he demands his soldiers with cannons, archers, and knights in red uniforms surrounding his palace. But deep down; he knows the real reason for this invasion of his lands.