Cool and calm, the moonlit waters lapped against the shore near Gisela, steadily reaching higher on the Coronian beach. So, too, did it rise on the young man wading nude into the tide, holding aloft a jeweled goblet of a pale blue wood. When he was waist deep, the magician Caduceus stopped, lowering the cup into the sea. He watched closely as the water poured over the lip, filling the bowl, before raising it once more to pour over himself, the salty scent of the sea filling his nose.
With that, he closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on the feel of the ocean, pushing him ashore, then pulling him to the depths with the perfect rhythm. In each tug, he let a piece of himself flow outward, joining the sea in its lunar waltz. A feeling of soothing calm washed over him as his mind dissolved into the medium. In a final release of will, his now-empty body spoke, "Nischa." The simple word seemed to vibrate the entire ocean, every drop of the sea jumping in the energy of its call.
Steadily, his mind coalesced once more under the waves, in a forest of kelp rising high overhead, into the endless blue. Enormous oysters were scattered about the sea floor, and nereids swam all about, paying no heed of the visitor to their realm.
But one creature took note and spoke, in a voice soft as sea foam, but harsh as tropical rain. "Welcome, conjurer," it said. "We have been expecting you."