Crimson sailed towards the Laconian Peninsula, but a stiff wind blew him off course, and he landed in Aeolia. Buying a horse from a local farmer, he followed the coastline south-west, hoping to then cross the Isthmus of Corinth on his way to Sparta. Whilst riding and singing cheesy songs, he failed to notice the narrowing valley he was entering. Suddenly he found his way barred by three hundred Spartans* and their auxiliaries. Following a brief fight, one of the Spartans eventually blinded crimson by holding a strangely out-of-place hat over his head, allowing his comrades to beat Crimson to the ground. The hat-wielding Spartan reached into Crimson's bags, drawing out an ancient skull. Crouching down besides his enemy's body, he whispered in his ear...
...my skull.
Crimson is out for two turns as he tries to figure out what on earth just happened to him
*No, not members of the SPARTAN-II project. Real Spartans.