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==We all Float Down Here Year 350==
In the midst of the collapse of the Empire of Farven the fishing village of White Harbor suddenly disappeared. The village itself remained, with all of the buildings and belongings left undamaged and in place, but it seemed that every townsperson dropped what they were doing and just left. Boats and bewildered animals were left behind, however, and nobody could figure out where exactly the residents went. White Harbor's fate was initially considered to be of secondary importance, with the violence and general chaos of the of the collapsing empire generating plenty of more pressing matters.

Several other coastal villages similarly disappear, however, and as the pattern became more apparent it became more menacing as well. Rumors ran wild, as varied as alleged attacks by strange fish people, tsunamis that only dragged away people while leaving everything else untouched, and even entire villages spontaneously dissolving into liquid and flowing out into the ocean. The prevailing narrative that was eventually established, however, relied on a number of independent eyewitness accounts. Children playing far from their village reported seeing the rest of the residents walking out into the ocean in loose columns, pushing on until they disappeared beneath the waves. Two survivors from different villages, both miraculously unaffected, recounted tales of family and neighbors suddenly entering some sort of trance and calmly walking out into the sea, unaffected by any pleas for explanation or attempts to physically restrain them. The villages, apparently, were being compelled by some force to walk out beneath the waves. No remains ever returned with the tide.

The disappearances became less frequent after the empire's collapse but didn't stop entirely. Attempts to prevent or at least understand the disappearances produced few results. An elven expedition, however, managed to track affected villagers out to several miles at sea, apparently still mobile at depths where they should have asphyxiated or been killed by other pressures. Scrying also revealed an apparent battle nearby deep in the sea between humanoid sea-dwellers (merfolk) and some sort of large, amorphous entity. Little more information could be gathered, however.

===The Lady of Silver Scales Year 355===
All men fear the darkness of the deeps, and so too do the Merfolk, albeit with more reason. While the land-dwelling races are far beyond its reach, the Sunken One stirred in the abyss, and the fish-folk found themselves in dire peril.

Strange aquatic monsters began to ascend from the lightless depths, and the Merfolk found their minds darkening in their mere presence. Whatever this entity was, it called them, and some did answer the call, albeit bucking and screaming as they did so.

The goddess of nature, Galathne, selected a champion from her oceanborn children, granting the mermaid Zennara a weapon of great power and might: the Silver Trident. Upon taking the Trident in hand, Zennara's blue-green scales shone like silver with the hardness of steel. With the Trident's power, she delved into the black abyss, and confronted an aspect of The Sunken One. A single tentacle, split into seven horrific, gnashing heads, was repelled back into the darkness, and the merfolk thought they would no longer be troubled by the entity. Time passed, and the merfolk were shocked to find shore-dwellers walking on the ocean's floor in an eerie trance, marching towards the Sunken Trench where Zennara had waged battle.