Dragon Bay, Tanris Harbor.
At the mouth of this bustling harbor stood a colossal divine statue.
It was a stone statue of Torm, God of Duty and Loyalty.
He stood proudly facing the bay, gazing across the waters at the statue of the "God of Storms" on the opposite shore of Dragon Bay. He had stood there through who knew how many years of damp monsoons.
He watched the vessels passing to and fro, as though granting these sailors the sense of duty to fulfill their contracts and the courage to withstand the sea's storms.
But following Mystra's fall and the "collapse" of the Weave, after word came that these Strife cultists, having fought the Dalelands allied army, were about to attack Tanris Harbor, the number of ships that sailed out of this ancient city in just two days was likely greater than the total from the previous month.
Such cowardly flight was taking place openly beneath the very eyes of the God of Duty and Loyalty. The irony was hard to miss.
After two days of arduous sailing, the Zhentarim's Strife cultists had crossed from Scardale's eastern shore into Dragon Bay.
Strictly speaking, these cultists who had retained their order and were still willing to follow Bane were not particularly numerous. At a glance, there were only some thirty armed merchant ships, three oared vessels fitted with armored rams, and... Sharp Silver.
A three-masted galley. This warship possessed superb maneuverability and had once served as Bane's personal vessel. Yet after their "god" disembarked on the shore, this flagship, laden with high-ranking Clerics, weighed anchor and swiftly left port, shooting ahead of the other vessels as it fled desperately toward the Sea of Fallen Stars.
Thus, whether fortunate or unfortunate, the crew aboard that ship witnessed a sight both magnificent