"Hurhurhurha..." giggled Thoosa to herself as she wobbly paddled a canoe up to the abandoned shore of an islet. As soon as the fore of the canoe struck land, Thoosa wasted absolutely no time in leaping out of the canoe and onto the sandy beach. Thoosa would then immediately proceed to unsteadily make her way up the coast. "So that's how it is," snorted the first of the ironclads an instant before he raised his flanged mace overhead. "Our liege is the rightful king of Presbyter! So in order to maintain the peace, Prince John is to remain in isolation for the rest of his-" “Kobarabarabahahaaaa!”