You see the muslim turks & their leader Zengi enjoying their newly conquered land, Edessa.
we finally did it.
You “Asher” hear about this news and you know you are in for a long adventure and you will do everything you can and that is necessary in order to fight for your land and survive. You begin to train and pack, but you pack lightly because you will be traveling by foot 1500 miles.
While you are packing up some food you’re informed you must be one of the first 100 soldiers lined up the next morning in order to march to Edessa.
"you better get some rest if you want to be part of tomorrow's journey."
It is the next morning and you barely make your objective as soldier number 99 to line up. You march all the way from central europe to Edessa hunting at least 10 game as you go along, before you reach your destination or you will lose a life.
"I just made the cut, soldier number 99/100."
You attack the Turks in hopes of conquering your land back only to fail.
"we'll get 'em next time for sure."
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
You retreat towards Jerusalem planning to attack Damascus, but fail yet again. On your long shameful trip by to Europe you pass through a small creek and are bit by a duck in the ankle and you die instantly and are sent 40 years into the future.