For the Rocans there had always been peace or something like it. Their ships sailed freely across the Rocan Sea, not merely piloted by men at oars but drawn like great pelagic animals. For millennia the Rocans explored every bit of coastline in their world, never venturing too far from water in any of its forms. They formed trading relationships with any town, city or territory they encountered and consumed them all into a complex mercantile network connected through its enormous fleet and administered from the safety of their home island, Roca, and its massive Great Harbor. Four hundred years ago the Carians materialized at the northernmost city of Isloch, stirred up by the wind from dust and stone. The Rocans offered refuge to these seemingly pitiful victims of drought and famine, but without warning and against all attempts to negotiate peace, the Carians rose violently against them. As the Carians prepare to invade and the Rocans scramble to defend, will this really be the end of Roca?