The Dark Tide

The “Dark Tide” has come in; every race has a myth for it, every culture a fable. It is the end of the world, a tide that kills all it touches, a blessing from the Gods! The fish are plentiful and fat and those whose ports are kissed by the rolling black waves find prosperity! It is power. It is death. It is the end of all things… Yet, it is life.

It is said that the Dark Tides come when the Island is near. For good or ill, the nations of the world scramble their fleets, sending them across oceans, searching for the Source. Some see it as a blessing, setting sail to embrace it, to find The Source of the Dark Tide and claim it as their own (Thus harnessing the power for themselves). It is said eternal tyrants are born from drinking from it. For others, it is a curse and those who partake of it carry the essence of something not meant to ever walk the land. They seek to close it; rumors say it has been done in the past. It must be stopped. The tide must wane... But it has not.

Betraying those who would have controlled the Source, the Ent known as Birch pressed his roots into the source well, and Ascended to the Deck as the current face of The Source itself. Birch now desires one thing and one thing only, to kill every sentient being that walks on two legs, on the whole of Bil Hanna.