I will probably post the next part in its' own thread, as its' getting rather long now on its' own. I hope you all gladly give me the critique I need:
Page 1 Three panels, over top of splash page.
Panel 1: Close up of a worn, thin hand as it held a clear crystal glass under a wine spout, filling up.
CAP: IN A WAR, YOU SACRIFICE A LOT OF FREEDOM. SOME KINDS OF WAR HOWEVER, CANNOT BE FOUGHT WITH WEAPONS, MAGIC OR KNIGHTS. SOME WARS, YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE YOUR VERY /IDENTITY/ IF YOU WANT TO WIN.
Panel 2:Over-shoulder view, facing forwards. The shoulder is thinly clothed, short sleeved and the beginning of a scar is visible at the nape of his neck. His hair is shorn short but ragged. He carries the tray of wine glasses in front of him, the tray of fine silver and the glasses crystal.
UCAP: REALLY, WHO WOULD WANT TO LIVE WORKING FOR SOMEONE WHOM YOU HATE? WHO TOOK YOU FROM EVERYONE YOU LOVED, AND TORTURED YOU UNTIL YOU FORGOT WHO YOU WERE?
LCAP: TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I WOULD.
Panel 3: Bird's eye view: The thin slave. He's walking through the bowels of a wooden ship, shoulders hunched a little bit. He carries a tray of about six goblets of wine down the corridor to the end. Others - Humans and nonhumans - pass him. You can't see much detail from this angle.
LCAP: I COULD LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ANY TIME I WANTED. BUT I DON'T. WHO COULD LIVE FREE, KNOWING HE LEFT OTHERS BEHIND TO WORK UNTIL THEY PASS AWAY TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN? I KNOW MY ANSWER.
Splash Page under other panels: Long Wooden table with candles and wine glasses set up. There are platters of food across... a whole pig with an apple, etc. Lanterns burning and making the table brightly lit, but dark surroundings so you could only see vague shapes sitting at it. The man stands, head lowered, tray in front of him at the far end, the door closed behind him. He's wearing a collar, and his body is thin, clothes ragged.
CAP BELOW PANELS: I DON'T WANT TO JUST BE FREE, I WANT THEM TO SUFFER FOR ENSLAVING SO MANY. AND THAT IS WHY I REMAIN HERE. THAT IS WHY I REMAIN AS...
LCAP: Title Script: A WILLING SLAVE.
Page TWO. Two panels, Two panels w/Slash panel in between, three panels
Panel 1: Side vew of table, Slave can be seen behind the slavers seated there, setting drinks in front of each of them as he goes along, eyes always lowered respectfully as the Masters talk. Greyvoyager is the 'lead' master of the slavers, and has very flamboyant clothing, rings on his fingers and other such finery. He has fine brown hair and blue eyes, and is well tanned and muscled. The other slavers, also dressed in finery, are a stark contrast to Slave.
GREYVOYAGER: THIS YEARS' INCOME HAS BEEN DROPPING ALL THE TIME. I HEAR ESCAPES ARE ALSO RISING - THE SLAVES ARE MERELY VANISHING! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!
SLAVER: MASTER, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS... IT IS LIKE MAGIC!
TB of SLAVE: GOOD NEWS FOR ME, AT LEAST!
GREYVOYAGER: BAH! I KNOW MORE OF MAGIC THAN YOU! YOU THINK I WOULD NOT NOTICE? WE NEED FRESH MEAT TO STOCK THE MARKET SOON.
Panel 2: Another Angle: Slaves's face snaps up in startlement as he puts down a third drink near the head of a table, a shocked, almost horrified look to it. A hand pointing from 'under' the viewer points right towards him.
SLAVER2: WHAT ABOUT THIS SKYLARIAN YOU HAVE HERE? IT SEEMS A HARD, COMPLIANT SLAVE.
GREYVOYAGER(OP) : HNRRR... INDEED. AT LEAST AFTER ITS TRAINING.
SLAVER1: I SAY THAT WE RETURN TO THIS CREATURES' HOMELAND COAST, HARVEST MORE OF ITS KIND. SKYLARIANS ARE HARDY AND PLENTIFUL.
Panel 3:Close up of Slave's face, looking determined, grim. The shadow slightly behind him resembles that of a raised arm holding a whip.
TB SLAVE: NO! I CANNOT LET THEM TAKE MORE OF MY PEOPLE. I WILL HAVE TO-
Slash Panel: Partial of Slave's head thrown back, his shoulder most visible, the line of a whip coming across it.
SFX:*SNAP*
SLAVE: ARRGH!
Panel 4: Worm's Eye Profile: Slave is on the floor, facedown, one elbow propping him up as his frame shakes. To his left are the bottoms of chairs, and behind him, a dark shadow thrown across the hull of the ship can be seen holding a whip. Broken wine glasses lay about Slaves' hands, as well as spilt wine.
TB SLAVE:A FOOL I AM! I GOT DISTRACTED FROM MY DUTIES. OW...
Panel 5:Worms Eye again, slave on his back peering up at the looming Master holding the whip. Behind him, the other Slavers were watching casually.
GREYVOYAGER: WE /ALLOW/ YOU TO LIVE PAINLESSLY SO LONG AS YOU'RE USEFUL TO US, SLAVE. DON'T MAKE US REGRET THAT DECISION.
SLAVE: Y... YES... MASTER!
TB SLAVE: I SWEAR, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS ALL, YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERY SINGLE MARK YOU EVER MADE.
Panel 6: Exterior of a sailing ship. The coastline is faintly visible, a dark line of grey blotting out the sky of stars
CAP: BUT I WONDER, AFTER SEEING MY HOME AGAIN... SEEING MY OWN PEOPLE...
Panel 7: Ship is smaller, coastline more detailled. It is still late at night, stars are out twinkling brightly. A slight fog is rolling in low to the water.
CAP: WILL I HAVE THE WILLPOWER TO REMAIN?
Page 4 Splash Page, with inset lower left
SPLASH: Aerial shot, early morning over a valley city. Fog descends over the lowest reaches, hiding the ground and waters of the docks. It has a waterfront, with several ships and boats of various sizes. The silhouettes of mountains can be seen above the city, and a castle glows with firey torches, bright as a beacon in the dark. Two figures can be seen on the docks, a third one approaching. One waiting is wearing shiny plate and is young (ZEAL), the other Scale and is older, shorter (ANGIEL), and they have luggage. The one approaching is wearing fine Plate and noble's clothes (LORD HAWK). The ocean is hidden by the mists, as though a sea of fog.
UCAP: THREE DAYS LATER, ICONA CITY
Inset :Over shoulder view of Hawk, looking to Zeal who is looking back through the mists, as is ANGIEL. In the distant mists, one can see a shape beginning to emerge.
ZEAL:GOOD MORNING LORD HAWK. THE BOAT TO THEYE IS LATE.
Page 5: Two panels, three panels, one panel
Panel 1: Hawk in his plate mail, looking noble, backlit by the dawn skies behind him.
HAWK: WE HAVE NOT YET MISSED IT, I KNOW THAT. ANGIEL, DO YOU SEE ANYTHING? YOU'VE THE EYES OF A HAWK.
Panel 2: Angiel in his fancy fullplate, squinting out at the waters intently. Side view.
ANGIEL: NOT A THING MY LORD. I SEE FOG, AND THE MOON AND... WAIT!
Panel 3: A view of the bay again, the slave ship beginning to emerge from the clouds..
OP ANGIEL: I SEE SOMETHING I THINK
Panel 4: The ship emerges fully now, trails of fog pulled along as it becomes clearer and more detailled.
Panel 5: The Ship looms, the water now visible as the mists begin to melt away, the dawn nearing ever closer, the water breaks across its' bow.
OP ANGIEL: ITS A SHIP! BUT, NOT OUR SHIP. I DO NOT RECOGNISE IT.
Panel 6: The foreign seeming ship is now docked. It looks vastly different from the one next to it. Both ships are visible from the front, the three Knights standing betweenst the Slaver's ship and the Iconian one behind them. Bigger, bulkier and of darker wood is the Slaver's ship next to the fine, near-white Iconian one. The Sailors on board - rough looking thin ones, lash the boat into place without ever leaving it, seeming to look down at the knights with curiosity.
HAWK: NOR DO I, SIR ANGIEL...
Page Six: Three panels, one panel, three panels.
Panel 1: Hawk watches Slaver2 leaping off the ship to the ground. It was one of the slavers, sans whip as it holds the rope. His head is down, the slaver-sailor focused, caught halfway off the ship and about to alight on the docks' surface. Hawk has one hand raised in the background. The
HAWK: EXCUSE ME, SAILOR! AHOY THERE!
Panel 2: The slaver is half turned, foot braced against the post of the dock as the rope is strung around it. He looks at hawk curiously as he works. Hawk himself is not seen save a close up of his shoulder.
SLAVER2: HMMM?
HAWK: WHO OWNS THIS VESSEL? WE ARE IN NEED OF PASSAGE TO THEYE IMMEDIATELY. OUR OWN SHIP IS LATE.
Panel 3: Sailor is grinning, thumb hooked over one shoulder. 3/4 view of his head, with the ship behind him as he speaks.
SLAVER2: AH, M'LORD! THAT WOULD BE MASTER GRAYVOYAGER. HE OWNS THE SHIP AND RUNS IT. WHO ARE YOU, FINE GENTLEMAN?
Panel 4: The three knights standing beside each other. Hawk is guesturing to the other two. Angiel is glaring, arms folded, while Zeal, the youngest half bows respectfully to the sailor.
HAWK: I AM LORD HAWK, GREEN KNIGHT OF THE KING OF SKYLARIA. THIS IS THE HEADSTRONG ANGIEL, YELLOW KNIGHT*, AND HIS SQUIRE ZEAL.
Panel 5 :Sailor bowing again deeply, one foot on the rope now.
SLAVER2: AHHH, AN HONOR GENTLEMEN INDEED! I HEARD OF THE KNIGHTS, AND I THINK OF YOU LORD HAWK, AND YOUR FRIENDS.
Panel 6: Angiel is visible, one hand lifted in Hawks' direction, other one on his hip as he speaks.
ANGIEL: I SHOULD HOPE SO! THIS IS LORD HAWK, DEFENDER OF ICONA AND LORD OF THIS DUCHY! TOGETHER, WE DROVE THE FORCES OF EVIL FROM THIS LAND AND HAVE TURNED IT INTO A LUCH VALLEY OF PROSPERITY!
Panel 7: Close up, Angiel again. Looking quite noble and dignified.
ANGIEL: HE HIMSELF DEFEATED THE LADY FENICKS, A WITCH WHO LIVED OVER THESE LANDS. THERE ARE NONE NOBLER, WISER, OR BETTER WITH A BLADE THAN HE.
OS ZEAL: ALTHOUGH...
Panel 8: A proud, almost smug Zeal guestures to the other two knights
ZEAL:YOUR OWN FANATICAL FAITH BROTHER ANGIEL, THE CRYSTAL TOWER WOULD NEVER HAVE FALLEN TO US.
Footnote on page: The Knights of the King use colors for ranks. The lowest is Red, going through Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, White, with Black as a rank outside the chain of command.
Page 7: Large panel, overlaid with smaller panel in upper left corner.
Panel 1: Small Panel in corner. Birds eye angled view of three knights looking up to the ship. The viewer is on the ship it seems and a hand can be seen in the Foreground, a glove across it. The gangplank is visible and Slaver2 is guesturing up the ramp as he speaks.
SLAVER2: WOW! THAT IS DEFINITELY A FINE ACHIEVEMENT! BUT YOU WOULD HAVE TO TALK TO THE MASTER HIMSELF. AND HERE HE IS...
Panel 2: Large Panel under small panel. For the first time we see Master Greyvoyager clearly. Tall and clean cut with slight sideburns, he has a gold shirt on with dark embroidery across it, very well made. Rings on his fingers, he holds a bag in one hand, slightly out of sight. A rippling red cloak billows off his shouldres as he stands at the top of the gangplank. A staff is held in the crook of one arm, the hand on his hip as he smiles pleasantly. His gold-gilded whip handle is visible in his belt.
TCAP: MASTER GRAYVOYAGER, CAPTAIN OF THIS VESSEL AND RICH MERCHANT AND MAN OF HONEST TRADE.
Page 8: Two panels, second cut diagonally into third, then two panels,
Panel 1: Grayvoyager holds his staff as he descends the ramp. He carefully holds one side of the gangplanks' rigging as though for balance, leaning somewhat on his staff as he does so.
Panel 2: Side view: Grayvoyager standing across from Hawk. They are about the same height and build.
Panel 3:Grayvoyager bows deeply to hawk, his cloak held about him, eyes lowered respectfully.
GRAYVOYAGER: TIS AN HONOR TO MEET YOU LORD HAWK! I HOPE MY SAILOR WAS NOT TOO RUDE IN HIS WAYS. THEY ARE RATHER UNCOUTH AT TIMES.
Panel 4: Hawk waving it off. Angiel is standing right behind him, arms folded, glowering. Zeal is looking off to one side, bored.
HAWK: AND YOU TOO. YOUR SHIP IS STRANGE TO US, YOU ARE NOT FROM THESE LANDS ARE YOU?
GRAYVOYAGER: NAY, I AM NOT. FROM OVER THE SEAS TO THE NORTHWEST WE COME.
ANGIEL: HRMPH!
Panel 5:Over shoulder view from Grayvoyager, looking at Angiel now. Angiel still looks angry.
GRAYVOYAGER: I SENSE A HINT OF SKEPTICISM IN YOU, BROTHER ANGIEL.
ANGIEL: /SIR/ ANGIEL. ONLY ANOTHER KNIGHT MAY CALL ME BROTHER.
GRAYVOYAGER: SIR ANGIEL THEN. OUR ISLAND IS TO THE SLAVE DRIVEN NATION OF GERRESTA, THUS OUR SHIPMEN HAVE MINOR MAGIC THAT HIDE THEM IN THE FOG OF THE OCEANS SO WE CAN SLIP PAST THEM. I THINK MANY DO NOT EVEN KNOW THE ISLAND EXISTS.
Panel 6:Long panel. Grayvoyager standing there guesturing to the boat behind him, arm outstretched over his head.
GRAYVOYAGER: WELL THEN, GENTLEMEN? WILL YOU ACCEPT MY OFFER OF A RIDE TO YOUR FABULOUS CAPITAL AS A SIGN OF TRUST?
ZEAL:HMMM...
Page 9: Three panels, two panels, two panels horizontally
Panel 1: Birds Eye View of Hawk, Zeal and Angiel standing in a conference by the ship, talking.
HAWK: THOUGHTS?
ZEAL: HE SEEMS HONEST ENOUGH...
Panel 2:Angiel, scowling as he always does.
ANGIEL:THIS FEELS LIKE A SPIDER'S PANTRY. AND YET...
Panel 3: Angiel's face is soft, thoughtful. His eyes shine brightly at something, and his hand is seen at the bottom of the screen, clutching at something under his shirt.
ANGIEL: I THINK WE SHOULD.
Panel 4:Side view: The knights have turned back to look at Grayvoyager who is busy pointing up at a sailor on the ship as they seem to prepare to cast off. His head is turned back though to look at the Knights. Hawk has lifted his small bag and is stepping towards the ship. Angiel is behind him, and Zeal is picking up the remaining bags on his own.
HAWK: WE WILL ACCEPT PASSAGE TO THEYE. WHEN DO YOU LEAVE?
GRAYVOYAGER:EXCELLENT!
Panel 5:Standard view, the three knights climbing the ramp before Grayvoyager into the ship, Hawk, Angiel and Zeal in that order. Grayvoyager remains at the bottom, speaking. Sailors are visible at the top, watching the knights. He has one hand though, behind his back, glowing a slight blue color.
GRAYVOYAGER:VERY SOON. I JUST HAVE A FEW MORE THINGS TO DO...
Panel 6 (skinny panel): From the top of the gangplank, looking down at Grayvoyager who is smirking greatly. The green has extended out now, spiralling out of his hand (Which overlaps the next panel down) and the green spreads out over the three knights in the lower panel. Speech bubble is BELOW panel seven, but tail leads up to his mouth.
GRAYVOYAGER:INDEED! A TRAP! AND NOW, YOU ARE CAUGHT IN MY WEB!
Panel 7: The knights are now on the ship itself. Hawk was in front, half drawing his sword as red shimmers over his shield-arm with Angiel to one side and the burdened Zeal to the other as they stare at the sailors. Some of the sailors were dressed well, but the galley, with an open hull, was filled with slaves chained to the oars, ready to move out. The knights were looking shocked and angry.
ANGIEL: I KNEW IT!
ZEAL: A TRAP!
HAWK: KNIGHTS, 'WARE!
Page 11: two-page Splash with four overlying panels, one in each corner.
Splash: Birds' eye view, of the ship in the docks. There's combat happening across it it seems. The knights have split up and each one has a line leading from them to their panel in the corners.
Top-Left Panel (split diagonally): Angiel, leaping up towards the poop-deck (rear upper deck of the ship). His flail is drawn, swinging up at a Slaver there, but another one was in mid-tackle towards his legs. In the second panel, Angiel is being tackled from behind by a Guard, his head falling forwards to slam into the ladder to the Poop Deck.
LCAP: SIR ANGIEL, YELLOW KNIGHT OF THE KING OF SKYLARIA. OVERTLY LOYAL TO GOD, HE IS A DEVOUT FOLLOWER OF GOD, TO THE POINT OF BEING A FANATIC. HE IS SKILLED, BRAVE AND TOLERATES NO EVIL.
Top-Right panel(split diagonally): Zeal tossing one of his bags at a nearby Slaver. Below him, the Slaves are visible, watching quietly, some cowering where they are chained, all eyes fixed on it. Lower panel shows him being held in a chokehold from behind, a Slaver's whip coiling about his neck tightly as he struggles to breathe, the Slaver's foot in his back to push him against the leather.
LCAP: RED KNIGHT ZEAL. SQUIRE TO SIR ANGIEL, THIS YOUNG KNIGHT IS BRASH, STRONG AND GOOD OF HEART. KNOWN FOR HIS GENEROSITY TO THE POOR AND HIS LANCING SKILLS ON HORSEBACK.
Lower-left panel (split diagonally): Hawk is there, standing by the gangplank still, crossing blades with a guard with a blade of his own. The green haze covers him to one side overhead, meeting Grayvoyagers' own green from where the man stood at the side of the ship, the two colors mingling and 'fighting'. In the lower half of the panel, the green is winning over the green as Hawk disarms the Guard.
LCAP: LORD HAWK, GREEN KNIGHT. HE RULES OVER ICONA IN THE NAME OF THE KING OF SKYLARIA. HIS BRAVERY IS REKNOWN ACROSS THE LAND, AS WELL AS HIS DEFEAT OF THE LADY PHOENIX. A SUPREME SWORDSMAN AND SORCERER, HE RULES BY WISDOM AND DISCIPLINE.
Lower-Right panel(split Diagonally): Slave is hiding behind a dinghy on the boat, watching the battle from afar with an anxious expression on his face. a shadow half-falls across his back, the silhouette of a whip held in a hand in the foreground. Lower panel shows his head turned, a fearful look on his face as the foot of a Slaver is visible in the foreground.
OS Slaver: GET BACK TO WORK!
LCAP: SLAVE. HIS REAL NAME LOST TO TIME, HE NOW REMAINS A SLAVE IT SEEMS OF HIS OWN CHOICE. A MAN OF SKYLARIA HE HAS RETURNED HOME, FOR THE FIRST TIME WONDERING IF HE SHOULD ESCAPE NOW WHILE HE CAN.
Page 12: Four long panels.
Panel 1: Leaping along the ships' railing,, Hawk jabs his fantastic blade towards Grayvoyager in one fell move. His foot is on the ramp and his blade is just swinging past Grayvoyager, tearing his cloak. Grayvoyager looks startled, his right hand glowing blue to green.. The other two knights are slightly visible, slumped in the hands of Slavers who held blades to their throats..
Panel 2: A coursing energy goes from the Grayvoyager's hand to Hawk, surrounding the Green the Knight was making, who is bent back in pain with a yell. It hurts.
Panel 3: Hawk is slumped, smoking and mid-fall off the ramp, groaning. HIs blade drops to the ramps' edge as the old Knight starts backwards over the side of the ship, towards the water. The other two knights are still frozen in place.
Panel 4: Birds' eye view of water between the ship and the docks. Bubbles can be seen rising and a shadowy figure is visible under it.
OS GRAYVOYAGER: Give him a few minutes. HIs armor will weigh him down. Then, fish him up. Take their weapons and armor to my chamber for now, and lock them up.
Page 12: (four panels total)
PAnel 1:Deck of the ship, shoulder view. Slave is watching from behind a lifeboat as the three knights are dragged in. Hawk is last, lookign quite soggy. All but slave are Silhouettes at this time against the morning sun.
TB SLAVE: GREAT FACET OF MERCY!
Panel 2: Shadow over slaves's shoulder from behind. His head is turned back to stare up at the one there, lips thin in grimness
OS SLAVER: I'M TALKING TO YOU SLAVE!
SLAVE: M-MASTER? I WAS JUST AVOIDING-
Panel 3: Slave against boat, SM looming, side view. SM has whip in his hand.
GRAYVOYAGER: SILENCE! NEED I REMIND YOU OF YOUR PLACE, SLAVE?
SLAVE: EEP!
GRAYVOYAGER: YOU WILL KEEP OUT OF THE HOLD, UNDERSTAND? DO NOT GO DOWN THERE...
SLAVE: YES MASTER!
TB SLAVE: I HAVE TO RISK IT. IN A FEW DAY'S TIME, THE HEADY WINE AND HERBS, AND DREAMWEAVER'S SONG. AND AFTER THAT, SOMEDAY...
Panel 4: Slave in background. He looks angry, defeated, bitter. SM in foreground, only half his face visible, and his shoulder.
SM: AND YOU _ALL_ WILL PAY!
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Page 13: One Panel, two, one
Panel1: The hold of the ship. Its' dark, leaky and there's a rat. The knights are stripped of their armor and belongings, and chained standing to the wall, even Hawk. Hawk looks quite burnt and soggy.
HAWK: WH... WHERE ARE WE?
ANGIEL: IN TROUBLE.
ZEAL: WE WERE DEFEATED. OUR WEAPONS AND ARMOR ARE GONE. THE SHIP HAS BEEN MOVING TOO. WHAT DO WE DO, M'LORD?
Panel 2: Close up of Hawks' face, looking serious but also worried.
HAWK : I DO NOT KNOW ZEAL. THIS MAN HAS GREAT MAGIC, AND WE'RE OUTNUMBERED.
Panel 3: Close up of Angie, determined.
ANGIEL: WHATEVER HAPPENS, OUR GOD WILL SEE US THROUGH. HE WILL NOT LET US BE VANQUISHED, BUT WATCH OVER US.
OP Zeal: ANGIEL...
Panel 4: Over shoulder shot of SLAVE looking into the room from the shadows, listening to the knights. At the far end, one can see a slaver's legs beginning to descend into the hold down the stairs, one hand holding a fearsome bullwhip. The three knights' heads are turned in that way.
ZEAL: I THINK THAT WE WILL NEED A LITTLE MORE HELP THAN THAT THIS TIME.
page 14: one panel, three panels, three panels
Panel 1: The master descends the stairs, again looking at the three knights chained. Its' light out, and the porholes allow meager amounts of light into the bottom of the ship. The three knights are looking beat up. Bruises, whip marks. Hawk especially seems to have been mistreated. They have a bit of a need of a shave and their clothes are stained.
TOP CAP: A FEW DAYS LATER.
MASTER: SO... HOW ARE MY GUESTS DOING?
Panel 2: Angiel, looking quite angry, with a bruise on one cheek as he leans forwards to shout.
ANGIEL:YOU! RELEASE US THIS INSTANT!
Panel 3: THe master, Sneering at Angiel, his nose mere inches away from the Knights'. Side view of course.
GRAYVOYAGER: AHH, HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN! LURED AND TRAPPED BY MY ENCHANTMENTS AND POWER.
ANGIEL:YOU VILE HEATHEN OF THE DARK FACET! GOD WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS!
GRAYVOYAGER: HAH! GOD HAS NO SAY IN THIS ANYMORE...
Panel 4: Over the shoulder of the Grayvoyager, looking now towards a tired looking Hawk and glowering Zeal.
OP GRAYVOYAGER: KING'S KNIGHTS, SOON TO BE RETRAINED AND SOLD AS LOWLY GLADIATORS INTO A LIFETIME OF SLAVERY!
Panel 5: Close up of Hawks' face, looking stern and determined.
HAWK: RELEASE US, AND WE WILL TREAT YOU WITH MERCY. SLAVERY IS PROHIBITED IN SKYLARIA. THE OTHER KNIGHTS WILL COME FOR US.
Panel 6: Master starting to go up the steps, looking over his shoulder, the sun silhouetting him from behind.
GRAYVOYAGER:THERE IS NO LAW LIKE THAT WHERE WE GO. YOU THREE ARE NOW SLAVES. I WILL SAVOR EACH DAY I AM RICH OFF YOUR SALES.
Panel 7: The three knights, angled view of watching Grayvoyager leave.
ZEAL: WELL... NOW WHAT?
