In the waters off St. Renault are many mysteries: shipwrecks overflowing with pirates’ gold, barnacled corpses of Viking blood-eagles, spectral vortexes that devour with fearsome suddenness.

But none is more whispered about than Chalum-annodai, the Coral Fortress.

A thousand fathoms below the surface, in the darkest shadows of the sea, lies an unholy reef the color of death itself. A citadel lurks within its tangles, shrouded in the inky cloak of a regiment of undead squid.

No one knows the story behind such a place, but fictions abound. Some say it was an outpost of the great continent of Atlantis, corrupted by an evil enchanter. Others suggest it is a gateway into Hades. Whatever the story, all agree that it can be nothing good. Thankfully, it has been silent for many years.

Tonight, however, it is silent no more.

The fortress is abuzz with a military procession in honor of the Sealord’s return to the throne. The tentacles of Asmaine are directing a second wave of crabs in preparation for a strike…