The ship had sailed on a strange course, for it had no crew, nor captain, nor helmsman, yet in the span of a single night it had visited many points of creation, and not all had been connected by sea. Heralded by mist, It had appeared before a coastline and gently beached itself upon the shore, where a single figure stood waiting for it. The boat would lower it’s ramp for the person on the shore, inviting them to come aboard. Once they had the tide would roll in with a sudden surge and take it out to sea once more. Mist would engulf it again and it would vanish from the world, only to appear minutes later before some new beach or dock somewhere else in the world where an entirely new figure would stand waiting for the gang plank to lower.
This process would repeat again, and again, and again. Appearing and disappearing in the mist and acquiring new passengers until all that had been invited by it’s master were now aboard. Those that were embarked upon the ship were no ordinary people though. For it was not just any simple person who had been selected for the voyage. At first glance it might seem as though those standing atop the deck had few similarities among them. Each from different places of the world, with different complexions and forms of dress. But a more spiritually aware individual might see them for what they were and feel the power that radiated from them invisibly like ripples of the ocean below.
Exalted. Demi-god. The half immortal chosen of the Celestines. Each one bore the spark of divinity in their breast, and the touch of magic pulsed through their veins as though it were blood. Though they knew not the reason for why they had been summoned, their gathering this night would eventually create ripples in the very fabric of creation. For rare it is for two or more Exalt’s to meet without destiny itself becoming reshaped by their actions.
After some time passed, it soon became apparent that no more passengers would be collected by the strange ship. As silence began to descend on the deck, one among them decided to break it. A man stepped forward, the ears and tail of a beast adorned him. His skin was dark and sun kissed, and was adorned with silvery tattoos. The hallmarks of a Lunar.
Loudly he cleared his throat to gather attention and spoke. “So… no that all of we be here, I think introductions be in order.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a short bow. “I be named Ashen Sky of Wavecreast. Might I have tha pleasure of knowing who might ye all be?”