[Dectilon]

In aeons long past, Sjunker was part of the land above the waves. Tall she stood, tall and proud. Her eyes saw all, her ears heard all and her mind grasped all things. But her lips spoke no words. This was a great wisdom, for she knew that giving favor and advice to one would make them prideful and arrogant.

When jealous mages made pacts with demons to bind her to a watery prison she was neither amazed nor angry. She knew the sacrifice was neccesary to save her people from a greater harm.

With eyes shut and mind muddled by demons we found her in the the darkest cave in the darkest depths we found her. We are not her people. We are the godless ones, and we give praise to none but the worthy. Her lips unsealed and she spoke to us. Millenia of clouded dreams had past without nothing but memories. She asked us of her people. How had they fared?

And so we told her. And what we told her did not please her, yet she knew our words to be true. And she told us of the horrors that awaited if she did not return the light of hope and wisdom to her people. And we knew her words to be true.

Now, while Lady Sjunker fights to break free from her demonic prison, we prepare for war. We must conquer, for if we do not everything will dissappear in a torrent of filth, terror and blood.

- Foreword to The Law of Oceania