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Against the backdrop of an ocean in tumult, buffeted by winds that snap and whip the banners of deep azure and gold, those vessels of dark ironwood carve their path through the frost-laden waves, leaving the winter's chill of the North and forging ahead towards the southern darkness. Their chorus of creaking timbers and drumming oars heralding the onset of war; carried all the way from the cold towers of the Citadel to the baleful silhouettes of the Fel Garden.
It was once a crusade sparked by the seizing of Lemuria Castle, burning fiercer and so much further as the Golden Keep found itself scorched in their wake, all the way until the Skarnfel turned to dust, and the Demonkind was drove to near extinction. And yet, something remained; the isle that was taken over, stolen from those of Aphros and turned into a safe haven for the corrupt.
And now, when the blades of Aegis slice through the air again, their purpose is clear; to extinguish these lingering embers of their eastern adversaries, and clear the path for their inevitable march to the west.
OBJECTIVE: Sink the Fel Garden
DATE: TBA