The fleet sailed south, escaping the worst of the storm that had borne down on the rafts. Behind them, the rafts that had traveled so far along the Nerid were dashed into splinters against the cliffs, as the sea raged and roiled. The last hints of the Ursten army had disappeared.
Meanwhile, that same army bore down on the Multas Islands, a small group of islands off the coast of the Isle, that were rich with resources, and unlike most of the forests and mountainous areas of the Isle, lacked the ferocious beasts that made exploring such areas so difficult.
It was no wonder that the Empire had annexed the islands so many years ago, allowing the natives to continue living freely as they had done so for hundreds of years, so long as the Empire was given unfettered access to the lush forests and ore rich mountains.
