A faded blue fire lit the halls of the decrepit, ancient ship, casting ghostly shadows that danced against walls draped in banners bearing a moon encircled by swirling light. Hooded salmonids wandered into the chamber, their bodies adorned with streaks of glowing blue patterns that pulsed faintly in the dim glow. The Tanzanite Shamans, a tribe of mystique, devoted to rituals and illusions. Their murmurs were hushed, reverent as they gathered before their leader, bowing in deep respect.
At the top of a crumbling staircase sat a lithe, serpentine salmonid. Her regal crest-like fin shimmered, its intricate patterns reflecting the blue light like ripples on a still pond.
Salmonids: We have arrived, mistress.
Lusuria: Wonderful, my devoted followers... Let us begin~
Lusuria's voice differed from the usual salmonid, a soft, charming tone, like that of a songstress. She hummed softly, her captivating melody gripping the attention of the gathered shamans. They gazed up at her, swaying slowly like a gentle tide before joining in, one by one with the song of the Sirenfin, their low voices creating an eerie harmony.
As the song grew in volume, Lusuria flared her crest, its glowing patterns intensifying with an almost hypnotic rhythm. She looked down on the group in front of her, her eyes narrowing on those whose focus faltered. The weak-willed salmonids, enamoured in the spell of her presence, froze in their chant. She started whispering words of sweet poison in time with the hums of their peers, her tone both soothing, and commanding, drawing them deeper into her thrall.
The ceremony was reaching its close as a hulking salmonid emerged from the shadows, watching in silence for the performance to end. With a sudden snap of her fin, he hall fell silent as Lusuria signalled the shamans who resisted her spell to conclude the ritual. From their bags, they cast a sparkling powder into the air, creating an illusion of multiplying figures. For a fleeting moment, the halls appeared teeming with an army far greater than it was.
Lusuria: An enchanting performance my shamans~
Salmonids: Thank you, diva.
Lusuria looked around, spotting her lieutenant beside her stairs, which intrigued her. She descended down the stairs with an air of elegance, her body coiling and uncoiling as she approached her henchman waiting at the base. She circled him, coiling her body closer around him, her voice dripping with bewitching charm.
Lusuria: My my... what brings you here, my dear Zajan~? Couldn't bear being away from your mistress?
Zajan: Yes, my lady.
Lusuria couldn't help but smile. she knew his answer was always the same but knew that he would not disturb her without purpose. She continued slow circling, her movements graceful yet predatory.
Lusuria: Well, what do you bring to your enchantress today? Something delightful, I hope...
Zajan: There has been a meeting called by the Sovereign. Would you like me to accompany you, Lady Lusuria?
Lusuria: Oh~? I didn't think our beloved Caddy would ever announce one. How peculiar. Can you gather an escort party for me, Zajan?
Zajan: At once. Only the most devoted for you, mistress.
Lusuria uncoiled herself around Zajan and watched as he departed. The other Tanzanite Shamans having dispersed after the ritual ceremony, leaving her alone in the quiet halls of the abandoned vessel. A seductive smile graced her lips as she glided through the empty halls, her haunting melody echoing like a siren's call across the shadowed ship.