Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161129145122

Four jets of foam, large tornadoes of seawater, rise from the ocean, on each side of the ship.

'From the west I call the empty, the formation, the yang,' Alister chants, sketching a golden circle into the air. 'I bring forth voices!'

A single clear bell-like tone resonates from the ship in every direction, loud but not uncomfortable. It does not seem to have any affect on the water spirit, though.

'My, my,' Avrel murmurs, looking up at the creature. 'I thought humanity had slain all the water spirits centuries ago, like they did all the other magical creatures...'

'I've just sent a call for aid. We should be close enough to the Empire for it to work,' Alister calls, before mumbling under his breath. 'Now to see if she'll answer...'