Role

Chapter 1

The fish were dying or gone. As her tribe of coral reef wood-elves approached
the center of the dead zone in the Sea of Despair, it became clear the
trouble was spreading outward from the ancient Nexus island.

The Vault of Nyastren and the Rift above it had been sealed early in the
fourth age. Fluctuation in the Veil between the Prime Material Plane and
Plane of Magic was normal. However, nowhere in her reclusive tribe's
history had such death and loss been recorded among sea life and habitat
where her community resided among the remote shoals and sandy jungle beaches.
Something was new, something was amiss, something had come.

This was their mission, to find out what or who had incurred upon their
territory. Perhaps the magical bonds of the long ago sealed rift were simply
wearing down as some elders claimed.

Sedna Sandcoral, her tribe's priestess of the sea, raised her eyes higher
slightly above the waters surface as she treaded water with hands and feet
as easily as she had done her entire life living in this ancient inland sea.
Lips below the water, she made some clicking noises, which carried some
distance, with no danger of being heard above the surface. In response,
several of her tribe's warriors' eyes could be seen as they raised above
the surface at various points around the Nexus island.

Then they saw them. Shadowy beasts, nightwalkers, prowled the islands edges
as couriers darted back and forth. At their side stood Scion as well as a
mage with symbols on his robe paying homage to the ancient Masters. Most
striking however, were the amount of lesser conjurers... so many! Conjured
circles were everywhere among the island, but all leading to the ancient
vault and sealed rift. Conjurers, so many conjurers working in tandem! But
the horror was not only the conjured beings next to the nightwalkers, but the
rift magic that was being used and directed towards the ancient Rift as this
strange assembly did their work and research towards what end she did not
know.

A sinking realization came to her. This would not be a combat mission. Her
tsunami waves would not crash upon the shores of these invaders this night.
There were simply too many. Too many for even her tribe. Sedna, priestess of
the sea, made a few clicking noises, and sensing her comrades frustration,
the decision was none the less made to return home to report to the elders.
They had seen what was destroying their home and threatening the world.
Whether the warning had come early or late was yet to be determined. They
would need to seek help elsewhere, but where yet, she did not know.