Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-31296352-20190207061300

Prince Elias Torryn leaned over the port side guard rail of his flagship, and observed the island of Zipangu as it drew closer.

"And so it begins again." he said to himself with a heavy sigh, while the cold ocean breeze blew through his short, curly brown hair.

It had been only three months since his last campaign against the Demon Realm back west; and after he and his army brought victory to the Order, he hoped for a period of peace. But it seems this was not to be.

For here he was, at the end of his long voyage to the far east, with the Altmoran 1st army and 2nd fleet at his back. Yet these were only a fraction of the forces that had come. As Elias looked around, he could still only marvel at the dozens of different banners that flew from the hundreds upon hundreds of ships, which sailed in formation with his own. It seemed as if the might of the west itself had come east.

Elias then gave the island one last look before turning away, as he then went to look for the admiral of his fleet.