Andrilison

Journey's begun

Weighed down slightly by his armour Lord Jason brusquely walked down one of the piers to a mid-size ship. The ferry to Lewisia was closed for repair after an attack by pirates as it entered port. It was quickly chased out by the navy but enough damage had been done for a delay. As a result the only way to go is in the only two spare-able ships in the navy. A military fisherboat cross and a two mast 20 metre navy sloop.

Captain Perlamo was running after his briefing to head to his ship ready for the departure of the half-legion. In the sea hundreds of masts bobbed up and down in the waves. Sails were unfurling ready to sail. Seeing his ship he slowed down to head up the gangplank. He walked distractedly into a messenger from the mariners guild.

"Sir," he moved into a rushed salute, "Your orders have changed. You are to leave that ship in another's command and report to a fisher fleet on the North Bay."

Not one to question the strange order of the Mariners Guild he changed course and took a pier path to go directly though the cliff onto the North Bay. There the only ship in the calm waters were a sloop and a military fisher. 'That must be it,' he thought bemusedly. 'I wonder why they sent me here?' As he gained a better look he twigged. On the deck was Lord Jason pacing and gazing at the white clouds and bright cyan sky. Captain Perlamo stood at the gangplank, "Permission to come on board my lord?"

"Permission granted Captain," he replied kindly stepping forward to help him up. "So I believe everything is ready Captain. Are we going to go?"

"Well yes if you're ready my lord," Captain Perlamo nodded. He rolled back his shoulders and raised the anchor. After a few quick checks they lowered the sails and he began to steer them out of port. Flanked by the military sloop escort vessel.

Passing by the tall stone walls that formed the sea wall the navy could be seen in the distance beginning their long and arduous journey to Vitrea. Looking over his shoulder, Lord Jason could see is castles standing proud and high on the cliff. Sighing and looking on to see the blurry outline of Lewisia on the horizon he stepped down from the steering platform and took a see in the captain's quarters and studied some books. His eyes began to droop and the handwritten print began to fuzz up as he nodded off to the quiet rush of waves and the sou-

"My lord." There was a loud knocking on the cabin door. Sleepily he looked up to see a grave looking Captain Perlamo. "There is something you should see," he said distressingly. They rushed to the deck and a blast of heat hit the pair like a wall. A roar and crackling could be heard in the ears and in the distance bright flashes of light. Then the air became icy cold and snow fell briefly. "What is happening?" the Lord asked confused, looking at the captain dead in the eyes.

"From what I believe over there is a battle between the Fire Magi and the Ice Warlock's. And your navy just sailed into it..."