Strange storms have begun rolling inland from the distant coast of the Wyrm’s March—sharp, salty winds that sting the eyes and carry the faint scent of rotting seaweed despite the nearest ocean being days away. The nearby waters are rising out of control. The people of Gath Tekul fear whatever is out there won't stop with them. They've asked some villagers to come out and help defend the village, and Empire, against the coming threat.