The tides are changing.
We are the children of the ocean, the sons and daughters of Kisui and Fushar. We are the Sea People, and we stand apart.
In the days of old we built great kingdoms, the equal of any upon the land, and none could best us upon the oceans. Even the great beasts of the depths were cast out, and the shallow seas were ours alone. So prideful were our ancestors, they could not imagine the cataclysm which was to come. The great war came, and divisions grew between us, pitting nation to nation, and tribe against tribe. The war itself was not punishment enough for our sins, and the sea floor shifted and writhed. The tides turned against us, and the shallow sea became inhospitable. We were cast out into the open ocean, left to the mercy of the depths and its monsters. Those who survived those dark times learned to cling to each other, and in time, their children’s children returned to the shallow sea, having been humbled.
It was a changed place; the old cities were gone, save for a few twisted ruins, and much knowledge had been lost. We rebuilt, and in time, we joined together to form a new nation across the shallow sea – Aquirra. Here we remain, safe beneath waves and ensconced upon islands.
And now, the tides are changing. Old things are being awakened, and a darkness is stirring. The whales know it in their bones, and the seers dream of golden cities and the sea consumed with lava.
The circle is turning, and you must seek your fate.