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The Aerumnan

The massive Hydra would hurtle through the sea, sending bubbles about their writhing bodies. The immense speed and ferocity sending the most fearsome sea creatures into the depths, long oddly fashioned ships would follow them. Sitting low and nonthreatening.. A man would pace the deck as he spoke with authority to the men seated in rows along the sides of the decks, low walls wouldn't be enough as the crashing waves sent foam upon their half bare bodies. Tightly bound muscle would glint with the foam as they constricted effortlessly, the immense strength of each man easing the ships forward against the crashing ocean.

"Heave! We must reach the shores before morning." A light drum made of a dark hide of some unknown animal would thrum near silent, as the whole of the amassed force of one hundred ships would seem meager and nonthreatening. The two massive Hydra in the air sticking to the clouds scouting the area below them. Nraslav Kriton, the prince himself was upon a ship situated in the middle. His armor would have fluent and beautiful design etched into the metal, he was fully armored with the exception of his helmet which he held at his right under his arm.

So the army of the Republic of Xanyit would slowly advance on the Divine Isle, looking to stealthily infiltrate whatever nation might preside there. The Brackland Hydra in the sky ready to devastate any amassed resistance on the shore, and the Abyssals prepared to tear apart any resistance on the open ocean.

Charoum

A handsome young but already scarred veteran, Aerumnan would row with gentle ease at the rhythm of the silent drums that set an intense fire to the air. A grim smile would play about his face, his skin awake with the healing tantalization of the ocean spray. His dark brooding eyes would stare out, his ragged thread pants damp, but a dagger secured at his black leather belt. Perhaps he were peculiar, his skills in battle surpassing plausible standards even set by the army of the Republic of Xanyit.