The sound of gulls flying overhead and the first rays of light signaled a brand new day for Mariscose. The warm ocean breeze washed over the coast, welcoming the men and women of the peaceful town into its gentle embrace. For five years it had survived - the last bastion of civilization on the tiny island of Illonspire, with every other town and village being swallowed by the unforgiving tide and the hoards of pelagic fishmen it unleashed. Yet the sea had become cruel, with only the coasts being safe and the high tide bringing more tritons to shore with each passing day, it seemed to only be a matter of time before Mariscose fell. Yet there were still moments when things did not look so grim, as the fishermen set out to work for the morning they left with a wistful look in their eyes, of appreciation of the natural beauty, the bounties the ocean still provided them, and hope that one day things would return to how they were before. That illusion was shattered, as a scream rang out from the village. Reaching out from beneath the waves was a scaled, finned arm belonging to a triton as it crawled up the beach, stumbling toward the town followed by several more scattered behind it. Its head was large compared to the rest of its body, with flat lips and sunken yellow eyes that seemed to dart from building to building. Its body, blue with a hint of green near its belly was covered in scales that glimmered under the light of the sun. It held a long, metal rod in its hands, webbed fingers gripped tightly around and using it to support its weight while walking. When the first noticed the townsfolk, a series of gargled sounds emerged which incited those that followed to cry out as well. The invaders picked up pace, quickly rising from the ocean one after another, and it seemed that yet another endless army was about to besiege the town. Messengers ran across town, slamming on every door and informing each family in gasping, wheezing breaths to evacuate all except for one. The tavern, where the messenger bore an entirely different message. "Anyone capable and willing to fight, the Chief has requested your presence in his hut!"