Misty Seas

"This is complete and utter bullshit. My ships are wrecked, men are dead, and my buddy is gone...I'm not waiting here." Rictzin mumbled to himself.

No sooner than the words escaped his lips, he vanished. All that could be seen was a red bolt of lightning that shot through the mist. Where he would go, he didn't know, he would simply find an exit point. In the meantime, in his lightning form, he would also try to find Enigma. No matter what, he would search for Enigma, as Enigma had a very potent and unique energy source that could easily be singled out in the oceans near him.

The cold winds began their assault just as he surfaced, making Enigma's soaked form quiver like the now choppy waters around him. Even when he pulled his entire body out of the water, a small wave would splash up onto him, soaking him once again and renewing the chill of the winds. A particularly strong gust of wind sent a chill so cold through him, he lowered his hand from his forehead, and hugged himself, hoping to preserve some heat so he wouldn't feel as cold. The gash was not bleeding as much now, only a trickle of blood running off his forehead and pooling on the wooden lid of the crate he floated on before being washed away by the rain that began to fall now. 

The choppiness of the water was almost too much for Enigma at this point now, as he held onto the crate to keep himself from falling into the water again. He hoped it would end soon, the cold seemed to be whittling away at him little by little, just as the fog had, how much longer would these cruel waters put him through?

Rictzin eventually came to a stop, standing on the top of a red ball of lightning. He would take an inquisitive stance while stroking around him mouth as if he was petting a beard on his mask. He would spin in a circle, taking in the surroundings once more.

"I see. This is no normal mist; it is very magical. Wherever Enigma was sent, the transition... I could feel the surge of magic To control his him and send anywhere would take a lot of power..." He spoke to himself in a quizzing tone.

Rictzin lifted his left hand and shook his fist in the air, "Why do you tempt me?! I feel as though a mouse in a cheese filled trap!! RICTZIN IS NO MOUSE!!"

He'd then snap back to his investigative stance, still spinning, "So I know i'm in in an omnipotent mist that is magical. How do I find it's source so I can map a route through it? This is the question. There has to be a source,; find the source, find the route. First I should find my poles...where's my south and my north. I find my poles, I find the first direction I need to go..."

Rictzin would burst into lightning again, but this time he'd reach a specific point and return to where he stood. He was going trying to see which way pulled on him the most. If he was right, the Misty Seas would have their own Magnetic Poles, a necessary for any field magics that created their own realm within the mortal realm; a hack in Overworld reality.

What made him think of it was the Misty Woods. He had gathered intelligence over the years and chose to stay away for the time. Well, the Misty Seas would test his intelligence. He would find out whether it was part of this realm or if it was a piece of another realm. A lot of his questions about the Misty Woods would be answered here, as he thought the two were the same magic.

The S.S. Milo continued its journey across the ocean as a thick fog began to set in.  Quis came up on deck to speak with the captain, who looked worried.

"Lass, this 'ere fog's too thick t' see through...me thinks it be the Misty Seas."

Quis sighed as she pulled out a book, flipping through the pages and only paying the captain half of her attention.

"And what, pray tell, are the 'Misty Seas'.

"Dangerous waters, they be.  Whole fleets 'ave been known t' get lost its fog, never t' be seen again."

"You seem to be under the belief that I care what this fog can do.  I will not yield to water droplets."

Quis stopped her page-flipping and pointed forward.  In a strange language she called out, her voice echoing off invisible walls.  A beam of light shot forward from her finger and pierced the fog.  Instead of fading, however, it remained in place and began to shift position to point in different directions.  Eventually it held true on a direction about 45 degrees off the starboard bow.

"Adjust to that position and remain straight.  I will remain above deck in case something goes awry."

Quis walked down and noticed Skarlet on deck.

"Ah, miss Skarlet, I did not expect you to be out in the day time. The light does not harm you?"

"Hm. I would have thought your kind found a cure to that by now...." She mused to herself as she leaned against the railing. Due to her size she merely leaned on it instead of over it.

"Assuming this mist isn't as bad as they say we should arrive at our destination in approximately one week. How are you holding up so far?"

If the alignment beam spell had in some way functioned as a compass or guidance, then the first observation to be made about the strangeness of the fog might occur here. Unless its caster specifically pointed it to the diagonal angle, the magic indicator would probably show that they were already on the right course - straight forward. Yet whether they chose to stay the course or veer in a different direction, the ship would continue to slide through placid, featureless water and heavy fog that had no variation on offer. With visibility so limited that the bow of the ship seemed shrouded from the stern, concerns may arise of sailing blind.... there'd be little capability of an average ship to stop or turn in time to avoid an obstacle... and while they may seem two weeks from shore according to what they knew of their navigation before, the water and eerie vibe of its placidity invited any and all suspicions, fears, and worries that something could be living in it, lurking beneath their keel...

"I can make weapons through bodily mastery, If a spill my own blood, I can remove the heat therefore flash freezing my blood into weapons of ice. I mostly make spears this way."

Eventually she could ignore the nagging feeling no longer and moved to the front of the bow.

"If you'll excuse me, Miss Skarlet, I need to double check something..."

Flipping through her pages, Quis began to cast the same divinity spell as before- Discern North- to make sure they were still on track.