Friday July 29, 2258
You are all brought onto your respective ships, in your respective factions. As Whiteraven Alliance and Empire elite you are given food, water and prepped for the upcoming battle. The officers in charge of your marine unit inform you that you are the reserve force. The regular full time soldiers should be doing most of the fighting and, if all goes well, you won’t be needed at all. You however, the strong and brave adventurers of Maud’madir, know better. Still, you listen to your superiors as your fleets near their destination: The infested and conquered isle of Melinda. Home to the enslaved race of Wood Fae, their dominated Firstborn dragon, and the timelocked God, Ga’more.
Stillness breaks the gentle waters a few short kilometers off the southern shores of Melinda. From the East, a massive fleet of fast Duvianian ships bearing the flag of the Whiteraven Alliance. Their flagship war galleon “Independence”, sailing at her lead. From the West, an expansive fleet of slow but heavily armoured battleships and war vessels move into position with the Emperor’s own juggernaut class warship “Loyalty” at the forefront. As the two armadas take sight of each other, they begin to prepare for battle. Fate, however, has other plans. A loud whistle from the shoreline draws the attention of both factions. A glowing green glob of acidic energy takes flight from the distance shores and moves with speed and force through the air. It lands with a heavy impact, shaking the waters and those that sail on them. The Whiteraven galleon which it strikes is dissolved in an instant. Alarms flare up on both fleets as a new challenger approaches. Brood, by the tens of thousands, take the sea and air. Both fleets quickly put history behind them and move together for safety in numbers.