Subject: To Mappengard!
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Posted on: 2018-11-12 14:02:00 UTC
First Huinesoronic Long-Distance Mapping Expedition
Greetings! Far we have travelled, and long has been our return, but we bring word of many distant settlements and nations, scattered across the great ocean to the east.
Let it be known that this great expedition almost foundered ere it ever turned east. Our journey began with a traverse of the Central Rift, yet conditions have become rough in the rift of late, and worse! Overhead we sighted balloon-fleets of GMA and Aegis, joining forces with those of Scapegrace, Larfen, and Tomash in the west.
We were forced to break north, hoping for a break in the weather. A break we found - but it showed only forbidding rock, and the mountaintop fastness of Kaitlyn, only settlement on the land of the Magic Isle.
Swiftly we fled, braving the storms about Snowblaze to pass east at last. Many ships were lost in the thunderous weather, but almost we would rather have remained within than to emerge, for east of this land we call home, almost upon our very shores, rises the sea-city of Neshomeh. No succour we found there, under the blazing barrels of their guns, and we were forced to flee further into the east.
We finally made harbour in Hardric-Granz, and there we encountered travellers: a fleet of Matt Cipher, which we were told sailed the anti-Mana currents that flowed from the north-east. Indeed, at such a time of year they would normally be far out to sea, on their way to the underdome of Guardsman Tom amid the Boiling Seas - but a mysterious fleet had blocked them, swallowing up anti-mana and bringing a new Storm in its wake.
Suitably warned, we chose not to sail for Athena, but to continue east. Passing over the domes of the Uber Overlord, we found copious reserves of anti-mana, growing in strength as we continued our journey. Yet these, as with the northern flow, went not unclaimed: a fleet of ships we saw, armed with magical weapons and identified with the mystic number 61516.
We might have sailed further, yet a dire warning stood in our path: a black flag, and the name of the Badger. So we turned about, and passing to the south returned home by way of Iximaz and the southern harbour. We never saw the ruins of the ancient mountains, nor learned what became of the War-Queen of the elder days...