Every old salt knows a song to sing

[foxsays]

WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Simon Ashlock, James Norrington, Helena, Rey, Korrin Ataash
WHAT: Exploring an eerie shipwreck locals have complained about that absolutely goes according to plan. Until it doesn't. Because of the ghost pirates.
WHEN: Mid-Bloomingtide; pre-Tourney, vaguely around the phylactery uproar
WHERE: Somewhere off the Kirkwall coastline
NOTES: ooc post, will warn if anything comes up but since we're doing puzzles I'm going to go ahead and say language, feel free to make your own starters for any travel shenanigans that you'd like if you'd like that

A small vessel takes them out of Kirkwall early in the morning, six of them packed in headed for where he reports came from; no sailors were willing to volunteer so it's this team themselves, and well, it's fortunate that half of them are from Naval Presence isn't it? A short trip, fair winds on the way there as Araceli explains what awaits them from the reports gathered from chatter about the docks or sent to her office:

Strange unnatural lights. Boats and ships crashing. Sailors not returning. Demons suspected of course.

Only that's when the fog rolls in once they're getting to where it's been reported on the maps by islands so small they don't even merit being on the big maps, only navigational charts to be steered about. Light through a fog could explain many things but there's something else, something that seems to whisper to each and every person on the boat.

And that's when they cut through the fog and the island itself - and something much larger - rise up out of the water.



No rift. No demons. But something that beckons all to come venture inside. Tie up the boat, you'll be needing that later after all, this one certainly isn't going anywhere.

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[foxsays]

For those who know how it feels, the hum of magic prickles across the skin and down the spine before anyone steps inside the well-stocked armoury thanks to the many barriers, too-bright in the dark of the ship. Maybe this is the source of the lights if not the spirits themselves, filling the room.

The floor feels wrong, uneven beneath the feet.

But it's a shipwreck. An unnatural shipwreck at that. It's probably nothing. Until when someone finally steps too heavily and the click precedes a gout of flame bursting from behind one of the barriers.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin can feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand, provoked by the layers of magic in the area. That and the Veil is probably too damn thin anyway, so that only adds to the fun and excitement. She frowns uneasily and opens her mouth to speak, when that click gets her attention.

"Shit--" Reacting quickly, she places her large, imposing form between the flames and summons a Barrier spell to shield herself and her allies.

[foxsays]

Stepping back as quickly as she can does Araceli no good. There's the barrier settling over her skin, still a touch prickly as she drops to her knees and removes her earrings with one hand, dagger in the other.

"How long can you keep that up? I need to check for some sort of mechanism, see if I can turn it off."

Hopefully Rey is of the same mindset because Araceli doesn't know what, if anything, is going to set off anything else.