Unfurled sails

Eastern Arcadia

Five days after three ships docked at Ostiarium, the remaining ships of the fleet that had left Salos, almost two months ago, arrived in a little cove in Eastern Arcadia.
A hastily pier had been built to speed up the disembark of its tripulants. Three of the largest vessels ever built by the Empire of Salos. Full to the brim with soldiers, weapons, and equipment.

This little cove at a mouth of a undescriptive river, would later become known as 'Bootlegger Pier'. An important strategic landmark for the conflict that was coming. The three vessels carried in its bowels close to 200 combat-harden souls. One hundred and twenty Empire soldiers. Heavy infantry mostly.
The 'Craven Pack', a notorious sapper unit from Orb joined them. As well as a few mercenary companies, most notable among them the Purple Legion from Garrah and the Flock of Silence, a zealot military order from the Shrine-City of Mizar, followers of the ways Vastad.

The small native communities that lived along the river would see these strange and dour, iron clad men land on their shores, with their unfurled sails and flags, with their steel and iron weapons, and fear for the future. And as the fires from invaders camps bellowed smoke into the sky, as their chants of war echoed through the air, many knew they were coming for their land.