We don't know what these people are called. For lack of a better term, we call them demons.

They look the part, blue-furred, forked tongue, forearmed, pointed-tailed, and horned foreheads.

They match the description of demons from our scriptures. Once upon a time, we might have been content to let them rest in their heathen lands.

Surely such foul-looking beasts could never understand the words of enlightenment. They would

never be able to welcome the light of coal into their hearts. No sense in trying to save those

that are already damned, as the Archmagus says. We were willing to let them live out their hedonistic existence until they faced coal's judgment.

But they couldn't keep to themselves.

This is a new age, an age of exploration, of discovery, and of spreading the word of coal.

We have mastered the art and science of seafaring and explored the world.

At every port we claim, we leave the people financially, physically, and above all else.

Spiritually better off than before they saw our sails.

But the demons are learning, either through copying us or from secrets whispered from

their dark gods, we do not know which.

The demons have also taken to the sea.

They've even started settling in lands home to humans, but out of our control, in a blasphemous

attempt to steal those destined to be

saved by coal. We cannot let such crimes go unanswered. It was the Archmagus that came up with the

plan. We finally discovered the homeland of the demons from the most recent liberated colony.

We know where they live, and we have taken our holy

crusade to the steps of their capital. The journey to their homeland has been rife with difficulty

and hardships. Less than 10 of the 50 ships that set sail from the motherland remained when we

arrived at our destination. Yet our ships and hearts remain

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