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You called the men together, and set out for Croatoan. <br> This was a mistake. You went up to the gate of the village and, as you entered, dozens of arrows were shot your way. You immediately regretted your decision, and realized that you can not win this battle. You are outnumbered, and three of your men were immediately shot while going through the wooden entrance. You shout to your men to open fire. Then you feel a sharp pain in your left leg, and see that you are shot. You fall to the ground, and know that this is going to be the end. You feel another piercing pain in your chest, and everything goes dark. <br> <i> None of your men survived that day. Roanoke mourned for you and the fallen men for two months. </i>
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Three years later
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