I was fleeing an enemy, along with numerous other people. I had attempted to do this before, but had failed. My view was from far above as I dashed about, attempting to avoid them. One of their cannons shot me, and stole most of my gold. The rest was dropped on the ground and I rushed to pick it up, so that I might not get shot again and killed, with no gold to defend myself.
Eventually I made it behind a barrier, where it was evidently somewhat safer. I began talking to some of the other people who were fleeing, and made some friends.
Posted by Trevor Savage at November 26, 2003 11:26 AM