the swampland and safety."
Kolis was delighted by the idea, but there were problems which Istuin brought up, "There are no docks on the back side of the Far Shore. The water is shallow there, so we would have to row skiffs from a long distance to get there. It would take a long time."
Darnic replied, "Would it not take less time than the journey to Elvenshore?"
"I think we shall try it. If it proves to be impractical then we continue the exodus to Elvenshore. We will take the two ships, when they are complete, and make the run towards the back side of the Far Shore. Meanwhile, if the other ships come back, we continue sending them across the Stormy Sea."
"I will send a rider to Vil Mawe informing them of you r decision," Istuin said.
Kolis turned to Darnic . "We are very grateful for all of your help in this crisis that we brought upon ourselves."
Darnic just gave him a sligh t bow and then excused himself.
A Journey to an Old Home
Elvenshore
The Dwarves were having a very hard time with the motion of the ships. They were only two days out and a lot of the Dwarves were lining the rails, while losing the little that they had been able to eat. Sarchise had had an uncle who was a fisherman so he had been out on the sea before. The fishing boat bobbed up and down like a cork in the water, compared to these large Elf ship. They sailed through the ocean waves effortlessly in comparison. The large sails were able to harness even the slightest of breezes.
Sarchise looked across the vast ocean while enjoying the wind in his hair. They called it the stormy sea, but it was anything but stormy. When he had asked the captain of the ship about it, the captain had confessed that the Elves named it the Stormy Sea to discourage everyone else from following them to the Far Shore.
Roalig, the commander of the Dwarf troops under Sarchise had tried to hold down his lunch, in front of the troops but now he was along the railing like the others.
The Captain of the ship said, “They are going to be in no condition to fight when we get there.”
Sarchise smiled and said, “Give them a battle and they will forget all about the misery of the journey.”
Fannor thought that the wagon ride to the coast was painful; it was gentle compared to the ride in a Dwarf hand cart. The King's road had not been so bad, but when they got off the road and into the forest, he was miserable. The old road to Santera had been overgrown and now had tree roots and rocks that the cart had to be pulled over. Each time the cart would hit a new obstacle, it would cause pain in the Captain’s bones. They had not fully mended yet.
The people had wanted Fannor to stay in the tent city until he was better, but as the ranking Elf on Elvenshore, he insisted on going with the first group of settlers, back to the city that was once theirs. Gilead watched his Captain and saw the pain of his face as the Elves struggled to get through the forest. It was a long line of bedraggled refugees that had left South Fort a week ago. The nearness of their old home just made them that more impatient to finish the journey.
Sadness flooded over them when they first rounded the corner and saw the city for the first time. The gate was still open and the streets had had bonfires lit in the middle of them. Broken furniture and other debris littered the streets.
Fannor looked up from the cart. "We have returned. It is not the home that we remember, but it is better than living in a tent," he said to all of those within earshot. The people went into their old city with a better humor after that.
When they finally all inside the city, the first thing that Fannor had his men do was to check all corners of the city. He had them bear lit torches, just in case the evil that had once lived in the Lost City was now in the city of Santera. The search of the city proved that it was safe. He then let the rest of the settlers in.
I t was heartbreaking to see how bad the city was. The
Kolis was delighted by the idea, but there were problems which Istuin brought up, "There are no docks on the back side of the Far Shore. The water is shallow there, so we would have to row skiffs from a long distance to get there. It would take a long time."
Darnic replied, "Would it not take less time than the journey to Elvenshore?"
"I think we shall try it. If it proves to be impractical then we continue the exodus to Elvenshore. We will take the two ships, when they are complete, and make the run towards the back side of the Far Shore. Meanwhile, if the other ships come back, we continue sending them across the Stormy Sea."
"I will send a rider to Vil Mawe informing them of you r decision," Istuin said.
Kolis turned to Darnic . "We are very grateful for all of your help in this crisis that we brought upon ourselves."
Darnic just gave him a sligh t bow and then excused himself.
A Journey to an Old Home
Elvenshore
The Dwarves were having a very hard time with the motion of the ships. They were only two days out and a lot of the Dwarves were lining the rails, while losing the little that they had been able to eat. Sarchise had had an uncle who was a fisherman so he had been out on the sea before. The fishing boat bobbed up and down like a cork in the water, compared to these large Elf ship. They sailed through the ocean waves effortlessly in comparison. The large sails were able to harness even the slightest of breezes.
Sarchise looked across the vast ocean while enjoying the wind in his hair. They called it the stormy sea, but it was anything but stormy. When he had asked the captain of the ship about it, the captain had confessed that the Elves named it the Stormy Sea to discourage everyone else from following them to the Far Shore.
Roalig, the commander of the Dwarf troops under Sarchise had tried to hold down his lunch, in front of the troops but now he was along the railing like the others.
The Captain of the ship said, “They are going to be in no condition to fight when we get there.”
Sarchise smiled and said, “Give them a battle and they will forget all about the misery of the journey.”
Fannor thought that the wagon ride to the coast was painful; it was gentle compared to the ride in a Dwarf hand cart. The King's road had not been so bad, but when they got off the road and into the forest, he was miserable. The old road to Santera had been overgrown and now had tree roots and rocks that the cart had to be pulled over. Each time the cart would hit a new obstacle, it would cause pain in the Captain’s bones. They had not fully mended yet.
The people had wanted Fannor to stay in the tent city until he was better, but as the ranking Elf on Elvenshore, he insisted on going with the first group of settlers, back to the city that was once theirs. Gilead watched his Captain and saw the pain of his face as the Elves struggled to get through the forest. It was a long line of bedraggled refugees that had left South Fort a week ago. The nearness of their old home just made them that more impatient to finish the journey.
Sadness flooded over them when they first rounded the corner and saw the city for the first time. The gate was still open and the streets had had bonfires lit in the middle of them. Broken furniture and other debris littered the streets.
Fannor looked up from the cart. "We have returned. It is not the home that we remember, but it is better than living in a tent," he said to all of those within earshot. The people went into their old city with a better humor after that.
When they finally all inside the city, the first thing that Fannor had his men do was to check all corners of the city. He had them bear lit torches, just in case the evil that had once lived in the Lost City was now in the city of Santera. The search of the city proved that it was safe. He then let the rest of the settlers in.
I t was heartbreaking to see how bad the city was. The
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