Every ten years, the sea surrounding the central kingdom of Caelora turns black, the vast endlessness only seeming to grow. A dark horror that creeps up on you before you realize what's happening, even when you know it's upon you. Skeletal remains of past naval fleets, pirate ships, and criminals alike emerge from the deep blue depths. There is no one singular captain. There is no dead pirate king. Only a haphazard fleet in agreement on one thing- revenge. No coastline is safe. No township can hide from the devastation the Bone Fleet leaves in its wake as it makes its' way toward the six kingdoms. From the seafaring merchant island of the Sunken Kingdom- Southgate, to the mystical woods of the Verdant Dominion- Emerald Reaches, every citizen knows. There's no preparing for this kind of curse. For its the kind that festers and grows until it can't be contained. Ruthless, determined. You can't run. You can't hide. You can only lie in the ruin of what was once your home, the last thought on your mind for as long as your last breath. What did your kingdom do to deserve such a landscape of ruin? A swath of desolation on a schedule. A graveyard of settlements, yet the Bone Fleet should be the least of your worries.