The surface of the water trembled as the enemy approached. First came a crowded mass of heads rising in the distance that had only moments before been obscured by water. Then they drifted closer toward us, rising into full bodies.
The Water Moon were indeed a vast and terrifying clan, by their sheer numbers alone.
They were men and women in light armor consisting of a pale blue cuirass worn over a flowing eastern robe. They held their swords dutifully and advanced toward us.
At the frontline, right at the center, stood a tall, enigmatic figure wearing pale blue robes without armor. Her robe carried the pattern of a long serpentine dragon wrapping around a moon, and she wore a sharp-edged metal hat with the same color and pattern.
Curtains of blue rope hung from the hat, each ending with a small metal bell that clinked softly with every movement of the wind.
The hat obscured her face, but the dominating wave that emanated from her made a loud announcement of her strength.
