The storm looms over the Atlantic Ocean encroaching on a small port town in Maine. The cloud however, hangs ominously low as it breaches the clifface. The waves lap against the rocks and the wind howls. The wooden buildings begin to shake as the fog pours down the streets heralding the rain as the cloud begins to open up. Small sparks and wisps of exotic color seem to dance among the gray hills of the cloud.
People begin to look outside at the colorful flashes of light. Storms are familiar to these residence, but lightning of this hue is a curious sight. As people's awe gets the better of them a few step out in the rain. The women are unaffected but, as the droplets of water makes contact with the men's skin they begin to vanish.
The storm rips through the small port town. As the panic picks up so does the wind. Windows shatter. Roofs turn over. Almost as if the storm is forcing its way into people's homes. One by one the men are disappearing until the women are left in a ruined husk of a small town.
Arcane sigils begin to appear in the clear sky above the Aldonian fields. The sun glints off the armor of the Aldonian soldiers. Each wearing a red crested tabard with the symbol of their nation Aldonia. The ranks are split partial of draconian individuals and burly humans. Civilians can be seen standing a bit further back with carts and supplies ready. Their clothing brown and unflattering, thry look like peasantry. Therr is an excitment in the air however, for it is the yearly replenishing.
The men begin to fall out of the sigils after the storm abducted them. They careen towards the ground and land softly in the pillowy grass. The soldiers fan out and begin grabbing the confused men. The commander, marching in his ornamented plate as his tail swishes back and forth, yells out to them through the chaos, "Welcome to Astonia, all will be explained when we are safely back behind the city walls. Please do not resist, we are only here to assist you!" The men are ferried into the carts and the civilians give them bread to snack on and blankets to dry them off. A parimeter is made around the carts by the soldiers. The commander continues as the men are loaded up. "It's a few days journey back to the capital so keep your wits about you, there are a lot of savage beasts who'd love to get their hands on you."