[Baalz]

The drums have started. Thumping ever louder, they can be heard through the hills. They can be heard below the waves. Cave walls shake and smallfolk cower. The reavers from Oceana are coming, blood and steel mark the rising of the sun.

Too long have we Capricorns suffered the oppressive yoke of the Triton Kings. Too often have our reavers been censored for taking our birthright from the soft surface dwellers. No more, we say. The time of the Tritons is passed and the nation of MA Oceana lay claim to all to which we are entitled. Starting with the throne of Oceana and ending with the ascension of the new god.

The protection of the Triton Kings no longer applies and all who dwell on the coast are now subject to the law of the sea. By blood and steel we will take what is ours, those too weak or cowardly to hold in the old way may appease reavers by holding gifts high and avoiding eye contact.

The new era has begun, and the tide is rising.