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Somewhere in the East

“Fajar” Fajar shuddered as his name was called, falling immediately to his knees.

“Yes my lord?” Fajar said, keeping his gaze fixed to the floor. He always felt chilled to the bone when speaking to his lord, but it was far worse today than normal. He risked glancing up just enough to see his lords armored legs, noticing a second pair nearby. So that was why.

“Are your troops prepared?” Fajar’s lord asked.

“They are my lord. We can march West at first light tomorrow if it is your wish.”

“Our wishes matter little. Don’t they Lord Goscelin?” The guest of Fajar’s lord let out a short laugh.

“You will head out at first light then.” Fajar’s lord, Goscelin, said with a grunt. “You may go.”

“Of course my lord.” Fajar rose to his feet and gave one long bow before turning and leaving. Never before had he been so thankful to receiving orders to march to war.

Once Fajar had left Goscelin turned to his companion and asked “How goes your preparations Llyr?”

“Very well.” Llyr answered. “If matters in Lynnfaire remain as they are… well let’s just say things are settling into place exactly as I want. And if Lynnfaire’s internal troubles ends early… well I’ve a few plans for that too.”

“Just be sure that your games gets the results we desire.” Goscelin said with a bit of venom in his tone.

“They always do.” Llyr calmly responded. After a moment he asked “Where is Ynyr?”

“Last I saw he was charging off to Utrye.”

“By himself? Why?”

“He sensed the shrine of a Fallen One.”

Llyr didn’t respond for a moment. “Well he is ever the valiant one.”

“That he is.” Goscelin agreed. 

Farwest Sea

Word of trading ships coming to Osentia from some far Eastern country called Yattunys had spread all the way to Olira in recent days. It was thus that the merchants of the region were filled with hope when sightings of unidentified ships began. These hopes were soon crushed, however, as the types of ships, known as Junks, were not only distinctly different from those of Yattunys but also quite hostile to all the shipping in the region.

Sailors were becoming increasingly afraid of the Junks, which were proving themselves to be pirates time and time again. Worse yet, there was seemingly little local sailors could do about the issue on their own, as each of these ships apparently had a skilled mage as part of the crew. The good news was that should a ship surrender to a Junk without fighting, the crew and ship were left unharmed, although its cargo was stolen. That is if the Junk flew a black flag.

The Red Junks, as they were known due to the red flag they flew, were another matter entirely. They didn’t seem to care about stealing cargo so much as simply sinking ships and killing their crews. Some sailors even claimed that the Red Junks were enslaving the crews of defeating ships, although there was no real evidence to support this.

While the problem of the Junks is thus far small, it has been rapidly becoming a much larger threat. If not handled swiftly, the Junks may prove to be too much of a threat for even the combined might of several countries fleets.

@Commodore @Ekreture @Lone Wanderer Pirates on your coast! Seriously though things will get nasty for you guys super quick. Slight Spoiler: This is a precursor to invasion.
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