The Deflectatron had scarcely finished relaying its urgent message before Sonlen vaulted onto his dragon, Velsa, and took flight. If the Soulborg spoke the truth, time was of the essence. When he caught up to Queen Qhyrion’s forces upon the shores of Anund, a strange sight greeted him: legions of fishlike warriors standing in the shallows, weapons raised.

Before them stood Qhyrion, flanked by her Soulborg retinue and a handful of agents poised to fire at her command. As Sonlen and Velsa approached, one of the purple-scaled beings bellowed in a wailing language unlike any he had ever heard. Qhyrion inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement, but kept her gaze fixed on the legion.

“I am unfamiliar with this speech and cannot translate,” she whispered. “I know you have some skill in this.”

Sonlen nodded, raising a hand and channeling his magic. Slowly, the invaders’ meaning became clear to all present:

“Haukeland spoils our waters with their drilling! Toxins from their expansion drives our allies from their nests!” cried a warrior adorned with a conch shell crown, its long fins flexing in agitation.

“Who leads this host?” Sonlen asked. “We seek to understand your cause.”

“We speak as one! The Gelryie unite against you!”

“You misunderstand us,” Queen Qhyrion replied, stepping past her guards. “We have no accord with Haukeland, and our lands suffer from war as yours do. We will not allow it to happen again. If your cause is just, then we are allies, not foes.”

A few of the Gelryie shifted uncertainly, clawed fingers scraping at their spined throats nervously.
“We have tools to aid you,” Qhyrion continued. “Machines that will allow you to breathe on land. If you will turn your spears against those who despoil our shared shores, we will help you adapt.”
She turned briefly to Sonlen and whispered, “Thank you, Archmage. This must be a strange day for you.”

“Not the strangest,” Sonlen replied with a knowing smile.

Gelyrie Vanguards are available in the Krakenling and Gelyrie Vangaurds Army Expansion!