Kepuanu, Manus Island February 482 CE

Fillica Aemoro is a simple oyster farmer, laying out his nets, checking the nets, rising tears in fences, and fishing in his spare time. He was the third son of a longstanding fishing line, the only thing of note that has happened in his life was migrating to Manus, until now. His day started like all his days: breakfast of fruit, fish, and rice, brief practicing of archery, walking out to check his flats. As soon as he walked onto the beach he could tell something was wrong: directly in front of him, on one of his oyster flats, there lay a body.

Panicking Fillica ran over to the seemingly lifeless mound and rolled him over. There mound, now revealed to be a man, twenty something in rags, was scared with partially healed and whip marks across his back. When Fillica turned him over the man croaked and opened his eyes “Water…” he said, “They came from the water” before closing his eyes. While the mans accent was strange and the words jumbled the meaning was clear, from the water a strange new threat arose.

Fellica lifted up the now lifeless corpse, nothing more than skin and bones, and carried him back towards the village. That night there was a funeral pyre for the unknown stranger and the town council gathered to discuss what they saw. “A new threat..” “Delusions of a dying man…” the council battered back and forth between these issues. Finally they agreed to send a bird carrying the message of what they saw and heard to the local Taldekatzi.

Safriti, Manus Island April 482 CE

Amra Katzatec took over her fathers fishing boats when he died three years ago, she had three boats in her service, her own and those of her two younger brothers. She would go out early in the morning for squid, midday for finish, and in the evening for deep water fish. One evening as she was sailing back to shore she saw a raft floating on the water. She sailed up to it and found people upon it. She called out to them and raised them onto the boat, two of the four were already dead and the third was thrashing deliriously; however, the third seemed conscious enough. “Water,” he begged in a rough, accented, and guttural tongue, ‘please give me water.” She let him drink from her skin and asked what happened.

“Horrible monsters, evil humans from sea. Kill us, rape us, enslave us.” He managed to bet out before breaking down into tears. She brought them up into town and took them to a healer before talking with the Taldekatzi’s representative. They decided to send all information they had currently and send more once they gathered it to the Taldekatzi and waited anxiously sharpening the axes and fletching arrows. He died in the night.

Caligri, Latangi Island April 482 CE

Caligri was a peaceful town, built around a slow, lazy river winding down from the highlands. Up on one of the hills surrounding the village there lay a temple. A small domed white washed octagon with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a small octagonal pool inside. Kanda Fafvratak is the keeper of this temple living in a small apartment dug into the hill below the temple. His duties included cleaning the temple, crushing the incense for the temple, tending the temples garden, and writing down the history of the town. Recently he had been plagued by nightmares of ruthless pirates and slavers speaking a strange tongue and slaughtering innocents in the hundreds and carrying off the rest into slavery, sees running red. He woke up this morning to shouts from the village, as he walked down the hill he saw huge amounts of logs floating in the bay. At least fifty. As he neared the sea he realized they were not logs, but corpses: rafts of corpses clogging the bay, the seas running red.

[M] I'm beside Papua and the pirates took it over, naturally we would deal with some fallout.

[M] This is my first RP if y'all have any suggestions they would be very much appreciated.