The Fairy Diary Day 437 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We located the wall section that houses the gate into the capital, but it turned out not to be what we were hoping for. Having exhausted other possibilities I believed that there may not be any way to get in from the outside – and the thought was growing that its controlling mechanism only operates from within. 

I mentioned this to Rumble and he reminded me that if it had been modified as a trap surely Bifitz would not have allowed access to it from the inside. Otherwise those trapped might possibly find it and extricate themselves. 

We were thus in our quandary when the High Fairy arrived with a phalanx of fairy troops. Merlin explained what Gnoston had told us and our recent findings. Between the two of them they felt they could raise the structure long enough for one of us to slip in to help Gilgorgon. 

I volunteered. 

After removing my armor – retaining only my pendants, I took up a position in front of the gate area. Merlin and the High Fairy took their positions on opposite sides of the structure – and the phalanx of fairies filled in the gaps along the perimeter. 

At a signal from Rumble they lifted all together. When a whoosh of air was sucked into the slim opening I rushed in with it. 

The Fairy Diary Day 373 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This passageway is so different from the Low-way of the dwarves. Traveling along them was like walking the halls of an ornate castle. At those places where a descent was called for, a grand staircase was hewn from the rock for the purpose – often there were twin staircases. Dunfallon tells us that Gilgorgon’s predecessors were highly skilled craftsmen, and they somewhat snobbishly looked down upon their distant kinsmen that were only miners. Such attitudes hint to me just how difficult our secondary mission may be to accomplish. 

Rumble had been given permission to light each section we passed into, from stores of oil placed along the way for that very purpose. It was a nice luxury, especially when thinking ahead to relying on my pendant and the glow from our armor once we enter the Low-way again. 

Talking about that eventuality, brought up thoughts of Willie – especially to our pixie – and wondering where he was now – and what he was up to. 

The Fairy Diary Day 369 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The meeting to discuss custody of the dragon egg was limited solely to Gilgorgon and Merlin. Although the wizard wrung a concession from the king of the dwarves to allow testimony from Dunfallon. 

Later when the pixie was called for, he was not nearby. I left the antechamber and retrieved him from the caverns below. He was playing a game of nine pins and really did not want to leave off, as he was winning. I convinced his opponent to suspend their game until later. He left Gabhe behind to keep an eye on things. 

After I delivered him, I was settling in for another wait when my pendant grew warm to the touch and it pulled me along through passageway after passageway- gallery after gallery until I was soon somewhere under the mountain unfamiliar to me. 

The air was much warmer down there. And I knew without asking that I had arrived in the area where the dragon egg was being kept. 

Or had been kept. 

The doors to the nesting chamber were wide open and the only evidence that a guard had been in place were the arms and armor scattered on the floor and the particles of ash swirling in the air about me.

I hurried back up to raise the alarm.

The Fairy Diary Day 340 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We met no resistance at this end of the city. I would of thought the area deserted except for the furtive figures of what I took to be female dark elves and their children peeping out of the windows of the buildings lining the crooked streets. 

I remember being thankful that our fears about Willie had not come to pass. No hue and cry had been raised. We went about freely. 

It was not until the city center that we encountered any opposition. There the dark elf reserves were mustered awaiting orders. 

The Dromadil pixies burst in upon them with a fury that took me aback. The destruction they meted out was like watching the goblins at war. I could not believe my eyes. 

Then, I realized that they must have been in the grips of that entity Noralei and I had struggled against on the Low-way. 

So fearful were the dark elf troops to get away that they fled to the canyonlands side of the city and opened the gates in their panic to flee the pixies. This despite their brethren’s resistance to this action. 

I called on Navril and his elves, and Noralei and Rumble to bring order and discipline to the Dromadil pixies. 

Dunfallon would have been best for the task, but with the nearness to the outside world he had summoned his eagle and together they were everywhere – in and out of the stronghold. 

I so wanted to summon Merlin. 

But then I simply did what I knew I had to do. Removed my cloak – held my pendant in front of my armor and rose above the city. 

In the blinding flash that followed all activity ceased. 

As we pieced things together later, this got Dunfallon’s attention, and his gaze fell upon a chalice atop the highest tower in the stronghold. At the same instant Noralei noticed it too. She arrived before he could and wrenched it from its place. 

The result was immediate. As with a great sigh of relief the Dromadil pixies came to their senses. 

The dark elves stacked their arms and surrendered.

The Fairy Diary Day 325 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Three times now we have taken cover when parties of dark elves passed by on the main thoroughfare. Twice Dunfallon gave us the warning when he covered the glow from his armor and we hid in the shadows cast by the flickering firebrands borne by the dark elves. 

A total of twenty. 

After that Noralei kept watch on our rear. It was her turn to warn us when five came running back by us. 

We assumed the others were caught up in our traps. 

More than ever I felt the urgency to get off the Low-way entirely and off onto any parallel passage. 

Shortly after we found a stream that flowed across the Low-way, and we entered its entranceway and found what we were looking for.

The Fairy Diary Day 39 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have beat back the dark. All of us fighting side by side, covering one another – filling in where the other is weak or at a disadvantage. Yet I sense it was not due to ourselves alone that we survived the day without a single casualty. 

And we have seen the face of the enemy. They were indeed trolls, but not living trolls. With unseeing eyes they came at us. At the first just one at a time, so they were easy to dispatch despite their great bulk. 

But then as the hours advanced and the darkness grew, a great lumbering wave of them came at us. 

For a moment a sinking feeling threatened to overwhelm me. Then, beneath my cloak I felt my pendant stirring. I tossed off my cloak, freeing my wings. And rose into the air taking a position above the stronghold. 

Rumble told me afterwards that a flash of light from the pendant, reinforced by the gleam from my armor flooded the air around us and dispelled the darkness completely. 

Our foes simply collapsed where they stood, as if marionettes whose strings were cut.

The Fairy Diary Day 37 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The message this morning was cryptic. The High Fairy instructed us to “cover yourselves for tomorrow you will set out again.”

Rumble and Dunfallon could only stare at me in total confusion. But I knew what we had to do.  

I asked Gilgorgon if they possessed any cloth from which we could fashion cloaks. 

After a moment’s consideration he nodded and left us. 

Rumble started to protest that a cloak would mean covering our wings. But I reminded him about his use of the cloak of invisibility and for a clincher his own observation about the brightness of our new armor, and he understood the necessity of folding our wings beneath a cloak. 

Gilgorgon returned with an elven cape – it could have clothed everyone in the hall. 

Dunfallon stepped forward and offered to cut and tailor cloaks for all of us. 

We all watched in amazement as he set to the task. He was poetry in motion. And by that night we were all fitted in cloaks that were like songs crafted for a happy occasion.

The Fairy Diary Day 34 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon is not your ordinary dwarf. He is a head taller than most of the others. But that is not the reason he was chosen as leader. He also is the most exquisite craftsman. He has insisted on outfitting each of us with armor for our task ahead. 

And I find myself grateful beyond all bounds – especially because he knew not to fashion anything for us from that deadly substance – iron. Instead he has used the purest fairy gold imbued with a combination of a dwarfish power spell to which Rumble and I added light but potent fairy magic. 

Rumble is quite enamoured of his set. I admit he presents a fine figure. And he says we should blind all comers by their brightness. 

I have a concern, however, for Dunfallon. He is so emboldened by his armor that I am considering means of holding him back from any rash actions that could endanger himself or others. 

Ropes or chains binding him to us?