And as the crowd cheered, the messenger led the hunting party into the woods and on a dirt path. For two hours, they road through the woods, frightened by haunting gazes from the dark and bone chilling noises. Eventually, they came out of the forest and towards the shoreline, where they were met with a large gate that connected to a bridge that led into the ocean and to a large island, where the Holy Church had build their city and Cathedral.
The gate itself was very impressive, with four guards guarding the front while two manned gating turrets patrolled on top of the two towers that there on either side of the gate.
"State your business!" The guards ordered, holding flintlock rifles.
The messenger stopped his horse and got off, pulling a scroll from his bag as he then said, "As messenger of the Holy Church, I was ordered to gather hunters for the crisis in hand."
Crisis? The messenger never said anything about a crisis...