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Word spreads rapidly over the Isle of Amia and surrounding regions, numerous ports and docks being locked down with harbormasters mentioning a high priority ship on its way.

Only a few days pass before anyone upon the Eastern shorelines of Amia can see what would either be an enlightening - or outright frightening - sight.

On the horizon a fleet of ships remain at rest, and those with a keen eye can spot the naval flags of the Calimshan nation upon their masts. The small fleet clearly doesn't exist for trade, those with their minds in naval combat able to readily identify the quad of frigates and a duo of carracks. However most imposing is the ship at the fore; the Sea Sprite, a powerful War Galleon said to be armed with both the forefront ballistae of naval combat, and an array of powerful cannons; Naval Warfare's most recent development.

Many can wonder what the navy's presence signifies on the Isle of Amia, and for now it seems none have an answer.

Zae, upon seeing the fleet of ships on the horizon, and noting the flags, just grins to herself.

"You could not have come at a better time."

As the first night passes, however, perhaps in a show of might or perhaps that of some form of signal - a powerful series of explosions sounds. Those who happen to be watching the ships that dark night see the very cause of the thundering sounds - the Sea Sprite having fired an array of cannons into the oceans.

Upon the sight, then hearing the news; Cordor's adventuring lieutenant immediately makes her way to the docks in a slight bit of panic, intent on learning what she can....

Through a shiny brass spyglass, Malcolm McShadowflames eyes the events out on the blue with great trepidation.

"Oh crap... Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!"

After hearing some rumours, Boltgard heads to the docks intending to verify it by his own eyes. The vison of that impressive and threatening ships brings a quick thought to his mind:
"Hmm... Seems we´re going to have some fun around..."

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Spooks casts a Clairaudience/Clairvoyance spell, and attempts to determine what's happening aboard the Sea Sprite.

On a visit with some of south Cordor's working girls, Xavi passes by the docks to watch the ships from afar. She frowns, thinking that this is all coming together pretty much as she had feared.

As he stepped out of the dark of cordors underpassages and into the light of the south, Ray Rodgers smiled. Business might be picking up in these hard times, time to head back to wilturn for relaxation he thought. It wasn’t long before a begger boy ran past filling him in on the recent developments. Walking to the docks edge, he looked between adventurers new and old, people of Cordor and unknown faces.

This is going to be interesting, my my my never a dull moment. Well boys continue to show off, if your after a fight im sure some of us could use some exercise. Course the pit could also use some fighters.

Tipping his head out to the sea, he smiles patting his coin pouch and whistling some tune he continued to walk off into the streets of the south. Wilturn would wait today, there was plenty to see here for the time being.

*As Alynne hears about the news she smiles happily*. More allies against the Black Caravan. Indeed a time for celebration. *she smiles open her bottle of wine and take a long sip as she watches them from the port.

*watches the display of cannon wondering how he will be rewarded if he can find a way to make contact with them* Hmm if only I could get myself a ship, but my luck they would blast me out of the water. *leaves to look for a boat captain brave enough*

The Calimshani Navy begins to secure the Eastern Coast of Amia; all vessels through the area being checked with all military vessels being shunted out of the area by force. Clearly the Navy was waiting for something.

Coincidentally, it would seem the Black Caravan has faded into obscurity once again.

Cordor's northern docks suddenly become home to many labourers and construction workers; apparently the docks are being extended.

Additionally, towards South Cordor, a large warehouse near the docks seems to be undergoing alot of activity; labourers working in and out all day long with a proud grin upon their faces.

*Prescia spots the large amount of construction at the Cordor ports.*
Hmmm... it looks like Calimshan is moving in to occupy Cordor. Time for another new era?

*Weston passes in Cordor and looks up towards the missing fourth tower of the prison. He turns back to somebody nearby and heads off with her after mentioning a lasp in thought. He is far too busy to care of the sight of the dockwork. He places his companion into a willing sleep and they take vessle from Cordor out to Wiltun with hardly a second thought of having been boarded and inspected.*

While the Midnight Saber could occasionally be seen sailing near Cordor before, this hasn’t been the case since the Calimshani Navy has arrived.

As the final day of the Black Caravan's "Terms" comes to play, the ebon-black ship of shadow and magic makes its presence known off in the Eastern Waters. It's crew, garbed in cloaks, leave the arbalests unmanned and disarmed as the Sea Sprite moves alongside it.

Through but the eyes of a spyglass Captain Deudermont can be seen boarding the ship with his scimitar wielding crew, getting each sailor to their knees before the Cloak's captain is approached.

The Captain of the Cloak, clearly recognized as the main merchant upon Amia, 'Jack', removes his cowl. His damaran features, those recognized by manner, brought a look of astonishment from the Calishite Captain before an extensive exchange of words took place.

It's a wonder what happened within their speech, however as the Sea Sprite's men return to their own vessel and those of the Black Caravan take control back of their ship; a worrisome combination suddenly unfolds.

The Cloak takes its place alongside the Sea Sprite as both vessels return to the Eastern range of Amia.

Within the docks of Cordor, a pair of vessels is carefully transferred from warehouse to ocean; weighted cranes heaving its massive form as it is lowered into the Cordorian waters. Bearing an array of arbalests and 'dwarven smoothbores' at either side, the mighty frigates were christened the 'Sunrise' and 'Sunset'.

Within but a few hours, the ships are manned and outfitted with their arnaments, labourers working at doubletime to have the ships ready for combat as soon as possible.

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*in the middle of the night a darkness globe is dropped on the docks, when the globe vanishes two letters with the Talos' Holy symbol branded into the seal adressed, one addressed to the captain of the Seaspirit, and the other to the captain of the Cloak* I wish audience with both of you, as you both are in the midst of the great storm that now engulfs to the coastal area...perhaps can can meet to make arrangements to ensure the safety of your vessels...I have instructed those below me if I have not returned in a certain length of time to help bolster the storms effects, you have one day to get back to me, leave your answers at the docks...Someone will deliver the message to me.

-Crimson-

She moved from ship to ship at the docks with systematic purpose, then coming away from each one, after speaking with either Captain or crew, frowning and shaking her head at their seeming refusal of whatever she asked them. More than one of the seafarers asked had gestured out into the darkness, presumably at the distant fleet that has been on station there for some time now, or up at the foul, threatening skies.

Careful not to get blown over by the intermittent gusts, the Hin notices the sudden, unnatural darkness upon the end of one of the jetties, and ducks behind a pile of crates, watchful, until the magically created darkness dissipates. Stepping out from the concealment and shelter of the crates into a brief flurry of rain, or whipped-up spray from the rough waters, she winces a little, but, curious still, she makes her way slowly along the jetty, very mindful of her footing, in time only to see what appear to be two envelopes whipped up from the wooden decking of the jetty, despite the 'stickiness' of the wet planks, by another gusting outrider of the storm, and dropped into the rough waters, where they quickly disappear beneath the choppy waves that slap constantly against the dock.....

*Uses a wizard to send a mesage through magically means to both captains of the Cloak, and the Seaspirit* Perhaps this way is better to send you a message due to the storm, I wish audience with both of you, as you both are in the midst of the great storm that now engulfs to the coastal area...perhaps can can meet to make arrangements to ensure the safety of your vessels...I have instructed those below me if I have not returned in a certain length of time to help bolster the storms effects, you have one day to get back to me, leave your answers at the docks...Someone will deliver the message to me.
-Crimson-

Sillindra, having returned from her captivity in the Underdark, quietly staying in the shadows, not making her presence known. She notices the Navy, and sighs softly, memories of living in Calimport flooding back to her, reminding her of evil deeds done of the past, the vile things she did to make it to the top of her past profession. The temptation of relapsing back into that seducing her....

Notes Hanged in the cover of darkness throughout Cordor
seemingly magical and with room to sign with ones name

"Amia will not stand idly and sink into the bile of thr wreched Callishite, This plague must be removed.
Those who have the will to keep amia free from GangLord opression join me"
Signed with a Flaming Silver Serpent

The vessels from the Calimshan Fleet finally leave to return home, leaving their apparent colleagues or allies - the Black Caravan and their ship, the Cloak - behind.

However, the recently commissioned and created Sunrise and Sunset, crafted by Cordorian Hands and outfitted by the Caravan and Calimshan Navy themselves remains within the Amian Waters.

Occasionally the two vessels, always operating as a pair, can be seen on the horizon or making secured port at Cordor's docks.

The Calimshani Navy Arrives

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