Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190207054206

The thick, heavy fog of the water obscured most of the northern part of Zipangu’s seas, the region of Tamane-Jaiang watching over the cold breeze of the ocean. This region was no fisherman’s abode, however. This was one of the very few areas in Zipangu that held dangerous caverns of an immeasurable wealth.

The sentry towers in the mountains looked out along the horizon’s fog, the lookouts squinting at what appeared to be a lone diplomatic ship with the Order’s flag sailing slowly towards Zipangu. Curiousity of the ship’s intentions were washed away with an immeasurable fear that settled into the hearts of the sentries. A long, dark wall slowly followed the diplomatic ship, an armada of at least two hundred vessels, from lightweight frigates to enormous battleships. The lookouts’ faces paled as a shadow loomed over them, blocking out the sun. Four airships, the size of several whales, slowly made their way towards Zipangu.

The Order had come.