The tent city sprawled across the coast line, right down to the docks, where a strong fish odour assaulted the senses of the disembarking soldiers. This Smell was caused by the unusually strong current the continent had forcing fish up into the gap between the dock and the land, where they lay trapped, unable to get back to the sea. Hundreds of fish lay beneath the boards of the docks, dying, dead, rotting, creating a most unpleasant aroma.
Two groups disembarked on the same dock, one Legion, one Empire, both still harbouring resentment towards each other despite the recent cease fire between their peoples. With this group were also two civilian Cartographers.
As the group walked further into the tent city, they noticed the two distinct groups, Death on one side, and Winter on the other. right in the middle, with paths forking around it, directly ahead of the group was one solitary temple tent. casting shadows all around it, in sizes disproportionate to itself. One figure sat outside
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