Cretu Docks

The gulls cried out in the sky, basking in the early afternoon light while the people below them disembark from ships and other sea carrying vessels. One such of these individuals was glistening in brilliant polished Scardian Steel armour, and wore blue and white patterned clothes. At her hip was the blade of a long mighty two-handed double edged sword, the gold emboss was as shiny as her long blond hair. Her eyes, like the blue sky as it was today: a clear and wondrous blue that could be easily compared to the blue of her dress like garment that she wore as well as the ribbon in her hair.

She brought one gauntlet covered hand to her forehead, cupping her fingers as she looked up into the sky. "It looks like it will be another beautiful day here in Scardia." she says to herself, smiling with her lips. She returns her attention ahead of her and begins to walk through the cobblestone streets. She may as well head for the palace and have a word with the King, being the Princess of Scardia and all, she surmised she wouldn't need an appointment to meet with her dad. She got to the end of the street and paused, feeling a tad unease as her mind came forth with the vision of a vast icy plain filled with undead horrible creatures who were then immediately shattered by an awesome and tremendous force. Was it... him? The Azure Prince? The King of the Frost? The Bane of the Glacyian Race and the personification of Scardia and the Glacyian City itself? No... No, it couldn't be. The War Deity Stratus has been dead for these past 18 years; she was barely five when she even seen the Aetherial creature and had gone through that horrid accident when she was ten...and that same year Stratus had been killed in a battle by some unknown assailant.

It was the same as before... growing up she's experienced similar visions, sometimes of a vast city of ice and steel that floated high above the skies of Scardia where the 'wings of man' could not reach; a place where only those strong enough could live. It was the Glacyian City of course...but that too was also impossible: there is no surviving record of the city's existence nor an image of it. It was a myth that was treated in the same regard as a Giant Beijionese Bull Frog. It could have existed, but nothing remains of it's existence nowadays. Then these visions... she had them often, and since her incident, but only told a handful of people. Her father thought it may have been a mental disorder brought on by her experiences as a child. That could be true, but she felt sane. It...it was just as if she was being spoken to by someone whom she could not reply back to, a thought not of her own device and lacking a body to provide it. She sometimes felt it in the amulet of Scardia, resonating with it's icy cool touch, but she had never seen the War God Stratus face to face besides that one moment when she was five... but then again that was nearly two decades ago. She has grown up since then, in many ways than one, one could say. But she was determined... determined that she was being chosen for something... she felt her purpose... her purpose to serve the Mighty Deity of Scardia, Stratus.

Locke walks the planks up to his ship, “Wind Chaser”, named after the horse of legend ridden by none other than his ancestor, Ysolda the Lioness. He didn't think much of such history as he walked across the deck of his fishing vessel, pulling the ropes that anchored the modest vessel away from the docks. "Welp, the time is now. I hope this 'end of the world' nonsense hasn't scared the fish around Illurich Island to the north east." he says aloud but his words didn't fool him none. He was curious about the lush jungle island and wanted to perhaps explore its shore while doing his honest business. As much as he preferred his peaceful little existence thus far, the occasional distraction and taste for adventure crept onto the tip of his tongue. He got behind the wheel of his boat inside the cabin, activating the propellers and took the Wind Chaser out to the deep blue horizon.