Days after the Autumnal Equinox, on what was none other than a pristine evening in the earliest possible days of fall, the sky began to churn with black clouds and Charl’s growl filled the air. Children were pulled away from the edges of rivers, streams, ponds, lakes, bays, and the sea as dark indigo and silver shapes could be seen in the waters. Sea-green light seemed to lead the pack, but was it leading or being chased? The question was difficult for witnesses to answer.
Cyclonic winds drove many indoors, but some few brave adventurers admitted to seeing the storm clouds tighten. Flashes of indigo light swept through the dark clouds, invading the base of the storm and traveling upward to the heart of the Storm Father’s ire.
Oddly, many witnesses heard sophranic chanting that built into sweeping arias and at the pinnacle of the stormy battle seemed to burst with aquamarine light into ten fragments that scattered across the continent.
Along the Coastal Cliffs eels and crabs swarmed through the sands and mud, skittering and slithering as they attempted to bring down on adventurer at a time. Victorious, the band of defenders echoed each other with questions...
Who was the voice? Whose daughter did it speak of? Was it one daughter or many? Was Ghezresh seeking a foothold on the mainland? What did they have to make whole? Should they be aiding in the search or hampering it? Staunching defending or attacking with prejudice?
Though no answers were forthcoming one thing was evident, and at that though all eyes turned...