Battle of One Eyed's Word: PRELUDE TO RAGNAROK

[Metrice]

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Ships gather at the Sapphire Bay. Having been well prepared, armed with fresh munitions, rations, and crew. Steadfast to face the seas, but more importantly face the common foe the whole of Meranthe had come to unite against. All in order to see it obliterated. It was not a savory task, one that the mercantile nation had avoided for some time. But no longer, it was time to act, time to quell this threat once and for all.

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The Driftwood Battalion would ready their new recruits, polishing blades, stocking on gunpowder, on ammunition. The training would have to wait, there wasn’t time the new-bloods being tested in the heat of battle. Whatever outcomes would befall them was theirs to earn, or theirs to lose.

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And so, the whole of Fortune’s fleet would be sent away, sent to War.

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“The time has finally come, the time to set this world right. Tis a shame that it took so much for the whole of Meranthe to come together despite this blight festering amongst us; but no longer. Now all have their part to play, and Fortune will most certainly be playing a grandiose piece. These seas, these brilliant pools we’ve claimed as our own?

They’ll be the key to our victory.”