The Fairy Diary Day 361 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Corbet is a brawny youth, pleasant if a bit simple. We had to ask him to slow his pace on the downward slopes, as he liked to gallop ahead, and I feared we would be apt to miss signs of our pixie friend if we rushed along too fast. Besides it excited Dunfallon’s mountain goat too much. And we certainly did not want to lose control of it. 

We came to the end of the forest and entered into the broad area of rolling hills. After that we all settled into a comfortable stride. Rumble kept by Corbet and engaged him in conversation. Noralei and I each took a flank. That way we were sure not to miss a thing. 

I kept an eye peeled for any dragons or black birds passing overhead. And wondered how Merlin was faring in his search after the dragon. While in the mountain I could not help but notice that the strain persists between the wizard and Gilgorgon over the issue of the dragon egg. The dwarf king still refuses to turn it over to Merlin. 

We shall decide in the morning our next steps as we enter the lands of the pixies.

The Fairy Diary Day 268 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon is bubbling over with excitement. His eagle responded to his summons and he was able to fly above this land of the dark elves. He flew to the east and there discovered a horde of marching plants. But with the exception of one they are in full retreat back to where they came from. 

While the one still coming for us is the largest by far, the pixie thinks it could never overtake us. 

Noralei will keep an eye on its progress in any event. 

The terrain we are passing through is very rugged and the few villages we have encountered, like the fishing village, are all abandoned. 

The High Fairy replied to us. All their forces have advanced beyond the barrier but are meeting opposition daily – undead trolls and wolves, bats and black birds and hornets, and most deadly of all the infernal walking plants. His excellency ended his message with the strongest warning – to avoid at all costs the largest of the walking menaces for even their touch is lethal. 

The Fairy Diary Day 242 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had to call Dunfallon back when he took off after some birds to shoo them away. I asked what he was thinking as those birds were easily bigger than he was. 

I told him to summon his eagle and go after them in its strength. The pixie apologized for his rashness and thanked me for calling out his pigheadedness. 

We watched them as they charged those birds, scattering them. 

When Dunfallon returned, he was flush from the chase. And was happy to report that he does not think the fowls were the ones that have often dogged our steps. 

As I look back on the day, we have made good headway despite beginning to climb. But I am more glad that the iciness between Dunfallon and me shows signs of thawing.

The Fairy Diary Day 241 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The river now lies behind us and the mountains are rising to meet us. The farmlands are giving way to woodlands and there are fewer elves about. No doubt most of them are archers and were called up long ago. 

For the first time we had to show Nililitil’s passport. A barrier had been placed athwart the road and guarded by the largest elves I have ever seen. The passport proved its worth. They ushered us through and bid us all speed. 

Rumble commented afterwards that they seemed on edge, constantly scanning the skies towards the north. 

Just after that experience, we had a message from the High Fairy. He has arrived in Dromadil. The Laguayilian armies are arriving and Merlin is already there. The Faerie Queen’s forces will be there soon. He was optimistic and reported that all was quiet across the lake. 

Even so I cannot shake a growing sense of forboding. 

That and Rumble thought he saw black birds flitting around in the woods.

The Fairy Diary Day 235 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Everyone gathered in the Laguayilian council chamber at the request of Merlin. He invited Dunfallon to join him at the front and together they related to us all that has been discovered through the Dromadilians. 

While Dunfallon spoke, the wizard conjured up images on the wall behind them. The Dromadil scouts have been successful in penetrating the dark elves border at many points, but so far none have been able to enter or see into the black crystalline tower. 

From all reports they believe that there are very few dark elves. 

However, the trees everywhere are black – laden with myriads of dozing black birds. 

(The wizard’s image of that phenomenon changed to that of the tower). With that Merlin took up the explanation. A closer examination revealed that the tower was covered entirely with bats. And the plain between the birded woods and the bat covered tower was filled up with tents upon tents with trolls milling among them. 

The image of the trolls brought a cry from outside of the chamber from where Geog was watching. 

It was some time before Dunfallon and myself could comfort our friend.

The Fairy Diary Day 225 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

A lengthy message from the High Fairy was waiting on the scroll for me this morning. Fitting I am sure after my equally long missive to him of yesterday. There is still no word on Merlin. His castle now is completely unencumbered from the hornets’ nest and his excellency is sifting through clues in his library. 

His main concern at present is for us and our new allies. He is of the opinion that Laguayil may be the next target for an attack. He surmises that whenever and wherever the spies of the enemy are eradicated (i.e. the ugly black plants) they are alerted and consequently launch those black birds that are either the harbinger or the beings that transform into the hornet hordes. 

I met with the Laguayil council and laid before them this possible threat. 

We passed the rest of the day discussing what we can do to stave off disaster.

The Fairy Diary Day 206 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The burrow that Dunfallon built turned out to be very comfortable. We would have all drifted off to sleep as soon as we settled in, if not for the stories with which the pixie insisted on regaling us. Not that we didn’t want to listen. On the contrary they were just so interesting that we did not wish to miss any part of them. 

However, there were consequences. 

All of us slept soundly when we did sleep. So soundly that the new day was half spent before we rose. 

There was a message waiting on my scroll from the High Fairy. He and Merlin report flights of black birds spotted over Nonin-gal-dith and Merlin’s castle. Given that information we are reasonably certain that we have successfully escaped the notice of these agents of our enemy.

The Fairy Diary Day 161 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

There is something about the coolness of the woods on a hot day that is so refreshing. But Geog mentioned to Dunfallon (and the pixie to us), that it was much too quiet hereabouts. No bird song and hardly a breeze to rustle the leaves. 

I had noticed the lack of such sounds in our surroundings too. But was thankful for the absence of those black birds spying on us. 

Our focus was drawn elsewhere when Dunfallon discovered a broken down cart a ways off the road. It was the kind farmers use, like those we saw being drawn by the refugees months ago. 

Clearly it was no longer usable so I decided we should scour the vicinity for the former owners. 

It was Rumble who turned up a human family hidden in a hovel on the opposite side of the road. 

With some difficulty I was able to get them to come out. (One sight of Geog and Grimace had them quaking). 

Only when we brought out the king’s proclamation did they finally relax.

The Fairy Diary Day 160 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The black birds are back. Several of them. They were waiting for us roosting in the trees above the path that leads into the forest covering the first hill range. 

This time I allowed Dunfallon to summon his eagle and charge the cluster. But I cautioned him to simply scatter them and return immediately. 

The doughty pixie did so – with the desired effect. 

Then the debate began amongst ourselves – should we continue on this path or find another. Geog said we had at least a half dozen from which to choose. At that news, Dunfallon of course wanted to check them all out. 

Rumble and I thought the main path best, believing the birds presence a ploy to keep us away from it. 

In the end we all agreed to follow the lead of my pendant. And since it sensed no danger in the main path we continued on.

The Fairy Diary Day 142 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The roar of the waters still rings in my ears. And I am so thankful that we are all safe. 

We were following the stream until we came to a fork in the path beside it. Caywyn directed us to the one that climbed upward away from the stream. 

I was talking with the Captain about their fort of last resort and he was very hesitant about answering. I was beginning to think better of my questions when my pendant tugged down at my neck. My thoughts turned abruptly to the scroll. I removed it from my quiver and there saw a single word from the High Fairy. 

“Beware!”

As I looked up a flight of black birds flew into view overhead from behind us. They circled our little band, then sped off. 

Moments later the rush of many waters reverberated up from the lower reaches of the canyon. 

Without a word Caywyn scooped all of us up and ran. 

Before we knew it the water was rising from the stream below and was swirling up the path behind us. Then a cloud burst overhead and dumped its torrents to join the rising flood. 

Through it all Caywyn remained steadfast and found dry land to place beneath our feet. 

We stayed put the rest of the day.