The Fairy Diary Day 260 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We are now safely ashore on the land whose name no one will utter – in an abandoned fishing village. How that came to pass is a very surprising story. 

As our ship was drawing closer to our destination we could at last make out some features along the shore. Per Rumble’s map a fishing village was situated somewhere nearby. As it came into our view, we all observed a slow change in the captain. His reluctance to proceed grew greater in direct proportion to our proximity to the shore. 

In fact he called a halt and brought the ship about and anchored when the harbor of the village was yet a good distance off. He refused to go further, giving as reason the lack of charts for this coast and the clear evidence of rocks and shoals ahead.

I was about to protest, when Noralei spoke up and told me it was not necessary to take the ship any closer. She had had a dream last night and in obedience to the same she mounted to the top of the mast and blew on a horn borrowed from Dorgone. 

In two wing beats, Nora, the water horse appeared at the stern, frolicking in great excitement to encounter us again. 

And he agreed to ferry each of us ashore.

The Fairy Diary Day 259 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Last night Dunfallon  monopolized all the questions in our meeting with Merlin. (None of us minded, as they were all questions to which we wanted answers too).

All is well in Dromadil. Relations among the pixies, fairies, and elves of the light are for the most part harmonious. Geog is well and is called upon by each group in turn when his great strength is needed for a task. There was nothing to report about Grimace, nor any other trolls in the thrall of the enemy. 

The wizard did have some encouraging news. For some reason, the Dromadil pixies have been able to penetrate the enchanted barrier beyond the crystalline tower. They are hoping to locate the enemy soon. 

In closing the meeting Merlin announced his imminent departure. 

The day on ship passed without incident. We are closing quickly upon the land of the dark elves. Barring any new adverse situation we should make landfall sometime tomorrow. 

In the afternoon Merlin gathered us to bid us goodbye. And to relay to us the results of his examination of the rope used to immobilize the rudder – he is certain that it was made from the ugly black plant and thus from the land of the dark elves. He has seen similar cordage inside the crystalline tower.

The Fairy Diary Day 257 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The worst of our recent ordeal is over. I almost don’t have the energy to write it all down. And I wonder if I have the ability to note it down with any degree of coherence. 

I’ll try my best and just go in order. 

First there was the unending night in which our vessel was spun about ceaselessly. We hung on to each other and whatever came to hand that was solid on the ship. 

When daylight came again (we assume it was the next day), we discovered that one of our number was gone. The sailor called Hawk was nowhere to be found. But we had no respite to consider this circumstance at length, for the sea around us was marching at us with waves as high as mountains. Rumble, Noralei and myself banded together and exerted our combined powers to carry the ship over the highest waves. 

It was on one of these efforts that Rumble discovered that the ship’s rudder had been immobilized. Under Dorgone’s instruction, we freed it up. 

Finally with our resources clearly faltering, I grasped the pendant gifted to me by Merlin and summoned him to our aid. 

In an instant the wizard was on the deck. He raised his arms and the flash of light emanating from his hands leveled the sea in all directions. 

We thronged him gladly, and were glader still when he dismissed us to go below for rest. While he held vigil.

The Fairy Diary Day 252 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble and I got called up in the middle of the night in order to help that watch with a severe change in the weather. The wind had freshened finally, but was blowing head on to us. 

Dorgone and his two elf sailors taught us how to tack the ship. We soon had the ship obeying our will and running westerly. 

Once the new course was established Rumble and I turned in below. 

Come our shift in the morning, we found the ship’s heading still the same. Though the captain was content that we are gaining to the west, at the same time we are being pushed further to the south. 

Thus things continued throughout the day. And before the approach of night, dark clouds were massing over the land to the north. Rumble and I went below with the knowledge that we again may be called up in the night.

The Fairy Diary Day 251 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It all came to pass as experienced in my vision. For one exact moment at least. Our ship was clipping along, the bow wave curling just below the painted eyes. 

Rumble and I passed by Noralei and Dunfallon as they ended their shift. They were smiling and laughing and had found their first watch exhilarating. 

The captain was very satisfied with our progress. 

But then at midday the wind that had been steadfastly favorable dropped off entirely. And the images from my vision evaporated. 

There was not a breath of air from any quarter that would fill our sails. 

So, between us, Rumble and I convinced the captain to try a different method. At our instruction he wet the sails down and with me behind the first and Rumble the second, we beat our wings and created our own breeze. Though far from as fast as before we at least maintained some forward momentum. 

Even with frequent rests, we were quite tired by the end of our watch. And left the chore to Noralei with the caution to rest often. 

The Fairy Diary Day 250 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Between the captain and ourselves we decided to stop our enlistment efforts after securing just two other crew members. Rumble, Noralei, Dunfallon and myself agreed to actively participate in the tasks of sailing the ship – under his instruction of course.

(Besides we have other skills that should prove helpful on our passage north).

We followed the fishing fleet out of the bay in the wee small hours of the morning. When it turned south, we turned north. 

The captain split the crew into two watches – Rumble and myself will report to the older elf, Goff, for the day shift – and Noralei and Dunfallon will serve with a much younger elf, (who wants to be called Hawk), on the night watch. 

It was a good day for sailing with favorable winds. Though they are pushing us northwards there is a good deal of westering which is needed to round the shore that is directly ahead. The land no one will name lies further west, then north. 

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.

The Fairy Diary Day 228 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble directed things while I was unconscious. He had Noralei put in place her barrier to secure things while Navril saw to the resupply of arrows, as all eyes scanned the horizon towards the black crystalline structure. 

Actually I was not inwardly unconscious nor was I here in Laguayil as I explained today – but rather caught up in a dreamlike trance, in which I journeyed to the coast, met a seafaring elf who agreed to sail us up to the land of the dark elves. And strange to say as I saw the ship I was on, it saw me.

Upon coming to, then, a great fuss was made over me by my friends. As I went over the details of my vision, Rumble jumped to the conclusion that we were to leave immediately. I called him back and declared that now was not the time. For in the vision – not only were he and Noralei with me but also Dunfallon. 

My companions understood the implication.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Each of us has divined our path going forward. Elam and Sy shall accompany the Captain on the ship. Mei, despite a curiosity to see the world from a ship at sea has opted to go with Quasimo’s cousin via the land route. But first she desires to have one more talk with her comrade Lung and has asked for Tomas’s help.

Mawuli, however, desires to go with Elijah and me. And we have not yet given him an answer. (Which will be a “no”).  Elijah wants him to hear the word from the Spirit.

Tomas yet remains the problem. He knows he must go but is intent on persuading the Supreme Commander to step down and go with him.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Clarity dawns in fits and starts. Soon, it is my belief that our fellowship will be breaking up to go our own ways.

It is my hope that those departing should remain together. And this seems likely given the option that has arisen for the Captain. Mr Kagi has put the ship at his disposal which opens it to whom ever should like to accompany him.

The Captain intends to take her out and around to the west. And either come through the area by the crossroads well and the desert, or even attempt the backdoor through Jerusalem.

Quasimo’s cousin plans her return by the land route via her tribal village and the crossroads well.

Elijah has given his blessing.