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Journey to the Naqsái Lands

23 Dohála 2371

Our water retrieval operation was nearly complete when a column of dust was seen in the desert. We decided to pack up in a hurry and continue up the coast.

Davé had found a dagger in the water up at the tower that he now felt was inhabited or cursed. When he went to his cabin he found his slave Mridóbu changed to a dripping, pulsing mass, almost as if he had been turned inside out. Davé attempted to leave the ship in one of dinghies, but Mridék persuaded him to stay. Davé reluctantly agreed, but he moved his quarters onto the deck and said that he would only drink water that was older, or that he had magically produced himself.

That evening Mridék called a meeting. We learned from Chatán’s slave Oténeb that the dagger wasn’t cursed, but instead would protect Davé. Mridék asked to see the dagger, and when he touched it the symbols on the blade glowed blue. Mridék then went to Mridóbu’s body and touched it with the dagger. Mridóbu was immediately restored and whole.

That night we saw seven unusual lights in the sky. Towards the shore we saw translucent green glowing rocks.

Journey to the Naqsái Lands

22 Dohála 2371

We continued to fill our water barrels. Chatán spent his time fishing and pulled out some great, flat fish that tasted very good. The landscape here had little to offer. Up near the tower one could see a desert stretching inland. Looking along the shore in both directions there are beaches that receded into scrubby forest that went on until it reached the base of low hills. Beyond the hills was desert.

Journey to the Naqsái Lands

20 Dohála 2371

We reached the point that juts out north of Linyaró. From here we will travel west again. There is a huge, perhaps 40 dháiba high rock that is painted white with a ruined tower on top. Tékuna, Davé, and a Shén went ashore. They returned to tell us that there was water available, but it would be difficult to retrieve. Also the white rock wasn’t painted. The water was up in the ruined tower and seemed untainted. The crew set up a crane-like structure to lift our barrels to the empty tower and then lift them out again.

Journey to the Naqsái Lands

13 Dohála 2371

We approached Linyaró. It looked like a pretty town with houses painted in bright blues, greens, and yellows. A crowd gathered on the dock as we grew near. They called out in Livyáni that we should leave immediately. They said that they were afraid of the plague (even though we’d heard that it had been years since the plague had visited that city). They also called out saying that the Mu’ugalavyáni were there, but would not come to the dock. So many excuses, and they were so vehement. Mridék called out that we were in need of water and supplies, but they would have none of it. We were told to continue along the coast and forage in the abandoned orchards. We may never know the reason for their strange behaviour as we pulled out to search for supplies along the coast.

About 25 tsán north of Linyaró we found a small landing with a ruined rowboat tied to it. A fortified house stood near some woods with firewood stacked outside. Everything was very dry. Vakúlaz pulled the ship in as close as he could. Then Tékuna and one of the Shén rowed ashore. They later reported seeing bodies long dead in the house, but nothing more. We anchored here for the night.

Journey to the Naqsái Lands

11 Dohála 2371

We sighted Nuroáb. We didn’t know what to expect. The docks are empty. Perhaps the town has been devastated by the plague. As soon as we sailed up to the dock the Shén scrambled over the sides of the ship like huge lizards, and then lashed the ship in place. Mridék told the Shén to investigate the town, but they adamantly refused. Mridék prepared to go along with Chatán, Davé, and several marines, but Saíb talked them out of it. Instead we made plans to sail northwest along the coast for Linyaró.

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