[center][h3]Events[/h3][/center] [center]Day 54[/center] [center][b][u] By the Southern Isles of The Emperald Empire[/u][/b][/center] … … … … Silence. This is how it has been for weeks, absolute silence. Not a ship, not a skimmer, not a sail nor paddle. No life other than the gull seem to come from the Southern reaches of Askor. The great walled country has seemingly gone completely quiet, save for the wildlife and blowing wind. That wind. The wind blows westward toward the isle, and on it it carries clouds of ash, scattered and uneven. … … … Silence. Ash. What has happened to the South? [center][b][u] Lynn-Naraksh [/u][/b][/center] Another letter arrives: “Expect the Masters of the Stones. Two days from the southern border.” [center][b][u]Olira[/u][/b][/center] As the boats containing Robert get closer to the Oliran border, the statues begin to stir, not permitting anyone to enter their ranks, but allowing sacrifices to continue on the perimeter of the stone army’s housing place. [center][b][u] Lynnfaire [/u][/b][/center] The Statues of Lynnfaire have been activated… News of skirmishes between stone soldiers and crystal soldiers as well as crystal soldiers and Lynnfairish soldiers break out on the Northern Border… “52...51...50...49…. Angle 60… 61… FIRE!” The air cracked as the Bastion Balista of the small far northern fort of Yorn released its massive bolt, the entire contraption rocking, the bolts holding it in place groaning under the recoil. The bolt arched over the thick stone walls, flying above a swampy field filled with the dead and dying, all turning to smoke or ash as Stone Soldier’s battle the Crystals soldiers, the Lynnfairish garrison having already been called inside. The bolt continued its journey through a cloud of small winged creatures, armed with blade like arms and legs, with alien faces of crystal, and directly into a large red flying crystal beast, the dragon like monster exploding into a ball of flame as the bolt crashed through it. “Sir, we got em,” an Engineer called out to a massive Loshe man holding a looking glass, “45...47…” The men grabbed the iron cranks and began turning in the new coordinates… [center][b][u] Tarkima [/u][/b][/center] The Stone Armies of Tarkima have activated and are beginning an Eastward Journey, stopping at the Utyre border.