Whill of Agora Trilogy: Book 01 - Whill of Agora by Michael Ploof Page B
Authors: Michael Ploof
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that Verelas sent a great number of his people over the sea, in hopes that even if the war was lost, the race would not perish. Across the sea and into unknown lands went one thousand elves, and with them Verelas’ wife, Queen Araveal; their three daughters, Zilena, Avriel, and Kiella; and their only son, Zerafin. The king insisted that he stay and fight with his fellow elves, though the queen begged him to leave. He told her to go and find a safe land where the elves might prosper again and live in peace. That day a fleet of ten great elven ships left Drindellia forever and as the land faded from sight, the Draggard army could be seen advancing upon the beaches.
For five long months the elves sailed ever westward until they reached Agora. They landed on the easternmost coast of Uthen-Arden, and made contact with the people of Opalmist. Soon the ruler of Arden at that time, King Thoerolus, heard of the refugees and went personally to see them. Whill knew many songs in both human and elven tongues that spoke of the meeting of the queen of the elves and the good king of Arden. The king agreed to help the elves and he gave the southeastern land the elves called Elladrindellia. Since then the elves had lived there quietly and built great cities the likes of which had never been seen in Agora.
Whill had heard countless stories of the elves from Abram and never tired of them. He longed to meet one some day, but that was not likely since they did not leave their territory often, and humans had been banned from entering without permission long ago by King Thoerolus. Most people regarded the elves with fear, mostly because of their use of what humans called magic. The dwarves particularly despised the elves and blamed them for the appearance of the Draggard in Agora. For two hundred years both men and elves had kept the Draggard at bay. They always came from the east, and were always defeated by the navies of the five kingdoms. But recently the Draggard had been attacking from all sides of the ocean and had already overtaken the Ebony Mountains, making them their own. This only infuriated the dwarves more, intensifying their distrust for the elves.
Whill thought of the stories of the elves and wondered if he should indeed become a knight of Eldalon. Abram had told him of the war that would come, and suspected that Abram would expect him to become a soldier. Whill headed back towards the city as the sun climbed higher in the sky. He didn’t want to be late for his meeting with Freston.
He entered the city and rode to the shipbuilder’s house. Abram was already there, and they soon continued the plans for the ship. Freston calculated what it would all cost to build and added roughly 320 hours of labor for each of his three sons. That brought the total to 32 gold coins, hardly one percent of Whill’s fortune.
That night Whill and Abram enjoyed a hearty dinner, and afterwards visited the Wet Whistle again. For hours they listened to Barlemew tell his tall tails of dragon attacks and mermaids.
The next day Whill awoke to find a light rain falling on Fendale. From the grey sky thin sheets of mist lazily fell to the earth. Whill was unsure of the time because the sun failed to shine through the thick clouds. He guessed it was only a couple hours past dawn. He got up and stretched with a great yawn and was about to begin washing when he saw a note on the small table.
Whill ,
I’ve gone to take care of some small business.
I’ll be back after dusk.
Abram
Whill wondered what business Abram was tending to. He was a little disappointed that Abram would not be at the docks, for today the building began on his ship. He finished washing and dressed. After a small breakfast of fresh pastries and coffee he headed to the Fendale Bank on horseback and withdrew enough gold to pay Freston for the ship in advance and to buy Abram a gift. After putting the gold in his saddlebags, he headed for Freston’s house. As he made his way down
For five long months the elves sailed ever westward until they reached Agora. They landed on the easternmost coast of Uthen-Arden, and made contact with the people of Opalmist. Soon the ruler of Arden at that time, King Thoerolus, heard of the refugees and went personally to see them. Whill knew many songs in both human and elven tongues that spoke of the meeting of the queen of the elves and the good king of Arden. The king agreed to help the elves and he gave the southeastern land the elves called Elladrindellia. Since then the elves had lived there quietly and built great cities the likes of which had never been seen in Agora.
Whill had heard countless stories of the elves from Abram and never tired of them. He longed to meet one some day, but that was not likely since they did not leave their territory often, and humans had been banned from entering without permission long ago by King Thoerolus. Most people regarded the elves with fear, mostly because of their use of what humans called magic. The dwarves particularly despised the elves and blamed them for the appearance of the Draggard in Agora. For two hundred years both men and elves had kept the Draggard at bay. They always came from the east, and were always defeated by the navies of the five kingdoms. But recently the Draggard had been attacking from all sides of the ocean and had already overtaken the Ebony Mountains, making them their own. This only infuriated the dwarves more, intensifying their distrust for the elves.
Whill thought of the stories of the elves and wondered if he should indeed become a knight of Eldalon. Abram had told him of the war that would come, and suspected that Abram would expect him to become a soldier. Whill headed back towards the city as the sun climbed higher in the sky. He didn’t want to be late for his meeting with Freston.
He entered the city and rode to the shipbuilder’s house. Abram was already there, and they soon continued the plans for the ship. Freston calculated what it would all cost to build and added roughly 320 hours of labor for each of his three sons. That brought the total to 32 gold coins, hardly one percent of Whill’s fortune.
That night Whill and Abram enjoyed a hearty dinner, and afterwards visited the Wet Whistle again. For hours they listened to Barlemew tell his tall tails of dragon attacks and mermaids.
The next day Whill awoke to find a light rain falling on Fendale. From the grey sky thin sheets of mist lazily fell to the earth. Whill was unsure of the time because the sun failed to shine through the thick clouds. He guessed it was only a couple hours past dawn. He got up and stretched with a great yawn and was about to begin washing when he saw a note on the small table.
Whill ,
I’ve gone to take care of some small business.
I’ll be back after dusk.
Abram
Whill wondered what business Abram was tending to. He was a little disappointed that Abram would not be at the docks, for today the building began on his ship. He finished washing and dressed. After a small breakfast of fresh pastries and coffee he headed to the Fendale Bank on horseback and withdrew enough gold to pay Freston for the ship in advance and to buy Abram a gift. After putting the gold in his saddlebags, he headed for Freston’s house. As he made his way down
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