His most trusted wizard, and head of the Council of Five, Lothaam informed his lord that an island had been discovered far to the south, farther than anyone had dared explore. The wizard’s magic bestowed visions of a force worth coveting. Lothaam’s advice was enough for the king to send a handful of men to investigate. New lands meant new resources, perhaps new allies, perhaps new enemies, and the most intriguing possibility, more power.
The rhythmic sound of low waves crashing onto the sand was a relaxing melody to the ears of Jorunhaal. He was a great and mighty warrior; legends of his triumph over an entire clan of Medsai, though exaggerated, stuck to him like his own shadow. He was young, yet, and taught the various weapons of Ilteriel by the finest warriors who preceded him. King Eidon placed him in charge of the team of eighteen men and women. His sole purpose was to keep the expedition safe.
A few weeks at sea brought the ship of warriors and workers to golden sands. They had arrived on the island as their king had wished. Jorunhaal methodically scanned his surroundings. The broad-shouldered and burly man saw hills in the distance, mountains stood beyond.
“Sotha, unpack the furs and linens first,” Jorunhaal ordered.
Having only just anchored the ship, he knew his fellow party members were weary, and erecting camp was of the utmost importance. Sotha, a lithe woman who bore her age well, was charged with inventory, logging discovery, and sound planning. She was tasked with returning accurate information to Eidon’s hands.
“Aye,” she replied while shielding her eyes from the bright sun.
She wore traditional clothes, heavy linens. Her hair was thick and dark. Her eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence.