Underway
Farseer Torvus, dismounted from his Grav-tank, and looked about. He was in a strange place, but a place of great knowledge and wisdom. He had been sent here for one purpose by the council. To find out where to lead his army.
The Seer council of Cordatus, had bestowed a great honor on Torvus, the had given him his own fleet, and army in hopes that he would be able to save the secrets of Forge Primus. The reason this was so unexpected, was that Torvus had only recently been given the honor of joining the council, to have been trusted with such a task, so soon, was astronomical.
Seer Torvus cast the seeing stones to the ground of the valley they were standing in, he drew his sword, and started slowly moving the stones around, muttering incantations. Then suddenly....
''...We must leave, are brothers are in great parole, we must go now, to Vulcanis, and stem they tide of chaos.''
He put away his sword, picked up the waystones, and left, little did he know how difficult his journey was to become.