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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 257606" data-attributes="member: 4036">9th day of Chillwind    After such a long and eventful day, I scarcely know where to begin.  It would seem that many of my journals start out this way.  A great deal of nearly nothing, followed by a sudden rush of excitement.    We left Crescent Lake this morning the same way we had come, except that this time I managed a much more comfortable and workable carrying piece for my friends and I.  Before we left, we had to wait on Fredrick to speak with the town’s priest.  He seemed to owe the man some debt that he had promised to repay.  My poor friend, both fiscally and fatefully, was overcome with guilt that he could not do as he promised just yet.  Whatever the priest told him, I don’t know, but it seemed to allay Fredrick’s guilt for the time being.    Fredrick and I plotted several courses using the ship’s maps and navigation tools.  According to my old map, there are several possibilities of northern cities we might find help at.  Two, specifically, struck my interest, one to the east and one to the west.  Tylette wanted to try the western-most city first because it might be where Borindra’ allies were.  Throughout our planning, Zerin remained quiet, content with whatever we came up with as long at it eventually resulted in, as he puts it, “restoring the balance”.    Hours later, and still far from our destination, our progress was markedly slowed by an odd, dark water.  From my view, it looked oily, corrupted almost.  I backed the ship out of it and skirted along to the north, and then to south, but found no break.  Calling in the others, we decided not to venture further into the muck.     Our next course, then, took us due east.  It also happened to be just south of the Wastelands of Helgedad.  I would not remark on this were it not for what we saw floating in the sea inlet there.  A fleet of what I can only describe as warships straight from the oldest and most fantastic tales I have ever read.  We did not linger long, as only few moments passed before we, too, were spotted.  Far off, from the decks of the ships, arose flying creatures.  Unsure of what do to, or if this fleet of ships were truly hostile or not, we decided to make haste away from the area and back to our course.  Someone must be told of this, however.    We arrived at a small inlet in the southeast of the northern continent where, according to my map at least, there was supposed to have been a coastal city.  There is nothing of the sort, here.  I sent Sheeji into the forest to have look, telling her that there should be some kind of civilization nearby.  Civilization she did not find, but instead a plethora of creatures come straight from the old stories of the Daystorm.  Her invisibility kept her safe from their wild, predatory eyes, and for that I am infinitely grateful.  She managed to find some kind of city at last, domed with a shield of translucent energy that repelled the creatures mindlessly attacking it.  One creature took note of Sheeji, despite her protections, and gave quite a chase.  Yet thankfully she managed to elude it and return to me safely.      We tried several different ways to contact whoever lives in that dome.  None seemed to work and ultimately, we have left a sign outside telling whoever lives there to come find us.  I’m not sure if it will work, and with the sun finally set in the west this day, I fear that one of the creatures may have destroyed our sign.  I have moved the ship out to sea to prevent any of the beasts from reaching us in our sleep, and we have posted no watch.  I have a feeling that the creatures in the city are not hostile, but I cannot be sure. If this be my last entry, Journal, you will know what happened to me.</blockquote>

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