(Winer isn't there, it's just his ship)
The Legion Fleet moves southward, one hundred ships moving in unison. Three days pass at sea, another landmass rears up in front of them, the fleet moves in. As they reach a cove opening the fleet angles in, as they do, they see a flurry of red banners, the Kingsfleet.
Heroically the fleet plunges into their midst. Calin exchange fire with the Scholary, Rams crash into each other, Legion ones split the Armada ones due to the blade on their prows.
Legion ships go down at an alarming rate, whittling down their numbers down quickly, despite this, the fleet pushes through. Suddenly shadow spreads from the lead ship, engulfing the entire Armada fleet, wails of agony raise from these ships as they are made to feel the pain the casters endure.
Uncontested, the Legion punch through the blockade, heading for a center island, one which had a keep resting on it. Ancient and solid, the keep was made of large quarried blocks of obsidian, it's high black walls breathed heat. The Legion disembarks onto the shore, forms up, then charges up the hill, Liberators in front.