It had been a devil of a day.
It had seemed so inconspicuous to start. Ailbhe and Ciara were heading out on an oceanic adventure, ready to look for the leviathan that had felled a ship out in the Nodia Sea. They could fly, so it wasn't like they were in that much danger, right? But the dark tentacles that had lashed out of the sea did not agree. And they had found themselves dragged into the briny deep, down into a mysterious sea beneath the waves, where stalked invisible creatures that preyed on the minds of Evelonians.
But they had a newfound ally: A Trumpetter who claimed to be one of these Abyssal Ones, at least in part. Now he lead them through the streets, warded against mental incursion (or so he claimed), seeking the other sailors who had been dragged down with them.