The Treasures of Meranthe

[Cheebs]

Your Nation (or Guild) - The Crescent Isle

Your Captain(s) - Seble Nyarabia
Resource Claim - Temporal Fissure
Sent - The Crescent Militia is summoned, estimating 40 in size; Supporting their ranks are 10 cloaked scouts. (25k)

Whispers of an peculiar phenomena fluctuate, their melody reaching a land battered by war and hardship. The tune of opportunity has sung, and the flag of the Crescent Isle is waved,  returning life's benevolent gesture. Deep within the swampy Shadowlands, an unusual presence is detected, signaling the arrival of entities most foreign. Masterful employment of illusion magic gives way to scare tactics in full: travelers relaying horrific tales, angry claims of supplies suddenly vanishing, and eerie frightful shrieks in late hours of the night are all observed. Sights are set upon the overseas fissure and camp is established further down the coast.
Attempts to share seem futile. 

Should I ever barter over the claim of land, see to it that my scales are stripped.