Meanwhile on northern shores of the lands of Windel, home to might seafaring nations and tribes.
Crew of a small fishing vessel were in shock, not beliving in what they just have seen. A fireball from the sky just came down and hit the Iselheim island, holy ground and cementery for all nearby tribes and towns, or rather for those who were more spiritual and traditional.
Despite mediocre opposition from part of the crew, captain Wulf The Coldhanded decided to swim to the island and see this things with his very own eyes.
They found their destination in a middle of a glade, or rather now a fiery crater. Only two crewmembers decided to join Wulf when he walked closer to the crater, young Bjorn and Marcia The Huntress. When they approached, weapons in hands, they saw a black shiny rock, split in half. In between was a glowing orb of blue energy and then they approached even closer its dissipated. They saw something they would never expect to see here, a human baby girl.
Wulf came closer and slowly picked the baby.
"To the ship. Fishes can wait, here is a gift for the jarl. Gift from the skies!!"
