The Northern March

An armada started its journey north, led by Ariael and Absalom. They captained over a hundred ships, each one as tall as buildings and built out of reinforced Sage Wood that were all under the Promised Prince's protection, but truth be told, they did not need it.

No creature, no force upon the sea, had lost their sanity to the point that they dare challenged such a foe. Ariel's sheer presence itself was what sailed the ships, for the seas themselves were forced to be still, and those in the heavens above refused to give wind to their sails.

Yet still, the armada continued to sail, with marine life bowing at the presence of every whale, every crab, and every fish, simply avoiding the oncoming storm that passed by. Merchant vessels began to move on their own as well, sailing themselves out of the way as those on it, even if they did not understand why, found themselves bowing at the presence around them.