Shadows over Sigil - The Deva Spark

"Evil, by its very nature, will always turn in upon itself."

the Disks of Mishakal

Second Void Day of Savorus, 126 HR

Naghûl uttered a wild curse in Abyssal as the bebilith teleported away with the deva. Morânia felt her heart sink in shock - and then an uncontrollable rage. At the bebilith, who had disappeared with Ybdiel, but also at herself for letting him get so close to the angel. The deva spark, hope and faith in redemption were all well and good, but here they had been too careless, too reckless. And now the bebilith had disappeared with the spark - and to make matters worse, Ybdiel with it. They had taken one step forward and then three steps back. Frustrated and dejected, they returned to the ship to see if Lereia and Sgillin were awake by now. Before they boarded, Jana looked up and down the shore with a hopeful expression, but there was no sign of the monster nor the angel.

"And now what?" the sorceress asked resignedly. "Do we have to do another good deed to follow them?"

Morânia slowly shook her head. "Saving the people here was certainly a good deed that should get us further."

"Follow who?" a voice now sounded behind them. "The singing?"

They turned around and saw Sgillin and Lereia on the gangplank, who had apparently woken up and were about to disembark to look for them. Lereia was still in tiger form, and both looked a little confused, as one does when waking from a slightly too deep sleep.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Morânia had to smile at the sight of them. "Ah, awake again?"

Lereia shook her large head, slightly disoriented, and ran a paw over her muzzle.

"Yeah, pretty much ..." Sgillin replied, blinking. "What was going on? And who was singing the whole time?"

"They were delphons," Morânia explained. "Intelligent, large fish, not unlike sharks, that inhabit the Oceanus. Their song can mesmerize you, and then you fall asleep and dream."

Sgillin rubbed the back of his neck. "Delphons, huh? Not blonde, busty mermaids, then."

"You were probably just dreaming about them," the bal'aasi said with a grin.

"Me?" The half-elf laughed. "Never ..."

Meanwhile, Lereia had looked around the shore inquiringly. "Where are we now?"

"As planned, in the realm of Mishakal. There was, however ..." Morânia sighed. "There was a small incident while you were sleeping."

Sgillin raised his brows in alarm. "Ay me ..."

Now Morânia, Naghûl and Jana took turns at reporting what had happened since Sgillin and Lereia had fallen into the deep dream sleep of the delphon songs. Only Kiyoshi, silent as usual, held back and let the others tell the story. When they told about how Abaia had teleported away with Ybdiel, Sgillin buried his face in his hands for a moment.

Lereia, on the other hand, immediately lifted her muzzle and sniffed, her whiskers standing on end. But then she shook her head regretfully. "I can't smell it anymore. Hm ... Are teleportation spells here somewhat flawed or limited without good deeds?"

"They do indeed only work to a limited extent," Morânia confirmed her assumption. "The bebilith can teleport, but not as far as it usually would. Yet far enough that we are not able to follow it."

"However, it could – again out of a guilty conscience - do something good and get ahead that way," Naghûl pointed out.

Jana spread her arms in frustration. "There has to be a way to track down a demon, especially here!"