The first Savage Tide has already touched the mortal world, yet none who live today recall this terrible time of red ruin. It swept over an ancient city, transforming beggar and noble, merchant and thief, resident and visitor, one and all into feral, ravenous fiends. What took the ancients hundreds of years to build came crumbling down in a matter of days. When the final ripples of the tide faded, only ruins remained.
Now, after a thousand years, the hidden architect of the Savage Tide gazes upon new targets. This time, the doom will not be limited to one hapless city. This time, all of civilization is perched on the shore, blissfully ignorant of what the tide is about to bring in.
Wavedancer nods when Fin speaks. "I was the ship's mage," he says, not adding much to the conversation than that. "We were separated from the rest of our crew." He frowns, "I am afraid they were likely turned into the beasts we encountered."
When he is approached by Daerith he nods and accepts the wand. "This could be useful," he muses, then watches the elf storm off in a huff ...
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
