By Veiled Paths
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
You reach out along spell-forged links until you feel the familiar quicksilver light of Lya's mind.
"The archfiend is dead..." Very, very dead, you think in satisfaction looking over the bloody floor.
"Where do you need us?" Valyrian steel and the bound fiend within slips into the folds of your cloak to join the corpse of its master.
"Zherys found where some of the stronger magics on the ship are. That should draw the mage out of hiding, though he might not do so face to face," she replies, going on to explain how the mage had worked his spells through one of his burning skulls, trying to enthrall Yrten after cutting through his protections with a spell.
"Lady Melisandre witnessed the ritual or something like it once before, and she says the skulls would have to be prepared well in advance and they are not something a wise mage leaves unguarded for obvious reasons, so he would only have five more now," she concludes. From the undertone of the thought, you suspect Lya has wanted to question the priestess about her past and lore for a long time, though perhaps not knowing how to begin. Hopefully, having fought side by side will bridge that gap.
"Where are you heading then?" you ask as the others prepare to move on through the belly of the ship. Ser Richard wipes Oathkeeper's blade off with one of the torn silk cushions while Siduri eyes a ornate necklace wrought of gold and black pearls wistfully. Good to see she had taken the rule about looting to heart, but you make a note to see she gets it anyway once the spoils are divided.
Lya's reply comes in the form of a rough plan of the ship. Your friends are towards the front of the mid-deck, after having just cleared the mess hall quite far from the aft castle where you you are now. Zherys' divinations show strong arcane signatures at the other end of this deck, but there is also something down in the bilges where no efreeti would think to dwell, no matter how paranoid.
After considering the matter a long moment you decide against re-treading Lya's passage, through a window and down to the mid-deck. Instead you and your company fly back into sight of the main battle, glad to see things mostly going to plan, keeping the efreeti ships from leveraging the full weight of their weapons against the shaitan boarding ships. Thankfully, you do not need a ship to cut your way in. Narrowly dodging a bolt of deadly green
spellfire, you circle the ship to roughly where Lya had said said the cabin of interest is and then you
cut your way into the hull.
What you find within is not a cabin appointed to the mage's needs. Indeed, if there is a cabin at all you do not see it. Formless grey mist billows out into the scorching air of Valyria, carrying with it a faint acrid scent with an undertone of sweetness like a field of lilies set alight.
"An area of warped space, like a pseudo-demiplane maybe?" Dany offers.
"Depending on how he set the limits of the spell, breaking the ship could have caused it to rupture."
"It could just be a trap." Siduri cautions.
"The strategy we are employing would not precisely be novel," she motioned to three of the shaitan ships converging on the fourth ship in the efreeti line like sharks on wounded prey.
What do you do?
[] Fly into the mist, hands linked to keep from getting lost
[] Try to part the mist to find what is behind it
[] Go back inside the ship and meet up with Lya and the others
[] Write in
OOC: I was tempted to have a break point deciding the route, but then we would have had a 300 odd words update, you guys can still go back through the ship now, only you have the option of a direct approach too.