Ostlyn…I fell in love with the city. First, we traveled to Ostlyn by means of a Gate Token – a magical gem tied to the portal of the city. Every village, town and city bares a statue of its principal founder holding a gem high above them – this is the portal and each portal gem is unique to its respective locale. Porting is quick and dizzying and on my first attempt I landed quite haphazardly…in fact, my landings did not improve much over the next three. Etharan will continue to coach me and in time will learn an ancient secret to the tokens…there are many ancient secrets I yearn to explore.

Back to Ostlyn – the beauty of the drawn pictures and paintings dare not hold a candle to its actual beauty. A Port City along Dewitt Sea, its architecture is primarily Aurorian Elf with its many fountains, ponds and flowing streams throughout the city. Nature is encompassed within the many gardens, courtyards and mature trees. The intricate patterns and precise placement of the stonework in the central square and along pathways was a marvel to behold. Each area of the city adorned to resemble the seasons, life and nature. The structures were surreal to behold and seemingly dream like.

I did not want to leave, but I know many trips to Ostlyn will occur.

We walked beyond the majestic arches on the south side of the city and, for a moment, I was frozen in time as I gazed up the vast endlessness of the ocean. The early evening moon shimmered upon the water and I inhaled my first full breath of ocean breeze. Everywhere I turn and look and feel, this upper world is so exhilarating.

The wharf keeper barked out his boarding instructions drawing my attention to the ship docked to our far left – a beautiful majestic wooden ship with its two red crested sails being readied. I think Etharan was just as excited for me as she took hold of my hand and led me to the wharf keeper to pay our toll. The wharf keeper was an older human gent and precisely how I had imagined from reading texts. Rough weathered skin dark from the days in the sun, long and unkempt graying beard, missing teeth, weathered leather hat that looks as old as its wearer and old tattered clothes with knee-high boots. He smelled as he looked, but I hugged him and kissed his salty cheek before I attempted to board the wooden vessel as it bobbed and swayed by the waves bidding. I giggled with each hesitated attempt to board – partially due to excitement and partially to fear.

I do not suppose, or at least by looks, that the old wharfs man is particular to helping passengers aboard the ships and perhaps the peck on his cheek turned him to my attention and strife. For he quickly straddled the dock and ship and placing hands to my arm in assistance and in a tone surely not used in so long, “Nothin’ be ‘fraid of now lass. She’d be a lady to dance jest feel ‘er move ‘en take thee next step.” And as the ship lowered herself even with the dock he ushered me across. I curtsied and he bowed as I am sure in his younger days. I am sure to have the pleasure of meeting him in the near future.

The sun nears and I have yet to sleep. I am in no worry of losing these memories so I will continue later today.

Good Night Dendrianna.