The Fairy Diary Day 249 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Cleaning up the ship revealed some serious structural problems. Nothing that Noralei could not handle. Dunfallon assisted her, scampering here and there and everywhere to fulfill any need she identified, be it for materials or tools. 

To that end we entrusted Nililitil’s passport to him. 

The most pressing problem, however, was finding a captain and a crew to sail her. Ragonil’s friend, whose ship we turned down earlier, is willing to command the ship. He and Ragonil are combing Dunavonlea for elves that are not afraid to sail to the land that no one will name. 

My scroll contained a new message from the High Fairy. He is anxious for us to be on our way. Their forces, staging out of Dromadil have yet to find a way past the area surrounding the black crystalline tower. 

I held out the hope that we could set sail tomorrow.

Advertisement

The Fairy Diary Day 247 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Ragonil kept vigil with us all day as we watched the comings and goings on the bay. Most, however, were one masted fishing vessels, so definitely not in accord with my vision. There were fewer two masted ships, and none of them had a bow with a pair of eyes. 

We were about to give up for the day, when Dunfallon came running up with Rumble. The two dragged me out on the farthest end of the quay. There – tied up and apparently abandoned, lay a two-master – coated in filth. Dunfallon excitedly brushed aside the dirt on its bow to reveal an eye – looking back at us. 

We caught up with Ragonil, who was with Noralei at the quay along the shore. 

Together we went in search of the owner.

The Fairy Diary Day 246 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The six elves played our hosts at the inn, and we whiled away a very pleasant time into the wee hours. Ragonil, their leader, knows Navril quite well, so we had a point on which to pin a lot of our conversation. We learned quite a bit about our friend from Laguayil. But almost nothing about the land of the dark elves. It too bears a name no one will speak. 

More importantly we discussed at length the plans for today. They came back for us mid morning and escorted us down to the city by the bay. 

Officially on the map it is called Corbelin, but the elves of the light prefer the longer title of the Gateway to the West or Dunavonlea. 

Ragonil had in mind a friend who captains a vessel that carries on a coastal trade. He pointed to his friend’s vessel – a two masted bark. 

Regretfully I told him that though it had two masts, it was not the one from my vision – there were no pair of eyes painted on its bow. 

We spent the rest of the day looking to no avail.