The Fairy Diary Day 604 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

As Gibley predicted we saw the city of the Dromadil pixies that collection of burrows rising above the morning mists of the fields. From then on, we passed by pixie farms and villages. And as I feared we garnered stares and fearful looks from the pixies we met. Thankfully when they caught sight of Dunfallon their demeanor changed to one of welcoming comradery. (I verily believe that they took him for the leader of our little band). 

We had decided beforehand that we would head straight for the place where we were required to stable Cluyjil on our last visit – in hopes that Conjil would accept that imposition willingly. But before we got there we came across an encampment of wee structures, and as we suspected the Sprites we came for were located there. 

Emminie, their chieftain, who remembered us, was elated to hear that it was safe for them to return home. And he could not leave soon enough – for they all feel slighted by the way the Dromadil pixies have kept them at a distance. Evidently there are stories of long standing that cast these wee folks as robbers who use their tiny stature to sneak into homes for nefarious purposes. They knew that it was only on account of Merlin’s request that they were allowed in to their territory. 

Some of us (Gibley in particular) thought that with the message delivered we were free to depart ourselves. But I overruled that idea, reasoning that we owed it to the Dromadil pixies to thank them on behalf of the Sprites and the wizard. And perhaps change the image the the Dromadilians hold about them. 

We found the right place to stable Conjil and sent Dunfallon in to meet with his friend the king of Dromadil (whose name I still cannot pronounce much less spell). 

Soon after the rest of us were invited in and fêted by the Dromadil pixies. 

The Fairy Diary Day 497 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin did something I had not seen him do before. In preparation for entering into the quarry with us, he made himself small – somewhere between fairy and pixie size. 

Glossom had thought that the wizard would have had to remain behind but was pleasantly surprised when Merlin had his own solution. This left Glossom the largest member of our party to enter into the quarry by the worm holes. 

I did not worry about the iron which was supposed to be present in abundance because of the protection of my third pendant – but I did have apprehensions about encountering the giant worms which Gibley was certain would consider fairies a great delicacy. Collectively the goblins call these worms Maulfors. 

Dunfallon was not the least bit anxious about them. “One cannot live in burrows,” he said, “without having to deal with such things eventually.” Still, he did keep one hand on the hilt of his sword. 

By the light from the goblin torches and Merlin’s staff (and my glowing pendants) we searched the other offshoots from the main quarry. I was somewhat relieved that we did not bump into a Maulfor – but then again we did not find what Glossom told us to look for – purple colored gems that have passed through the insides of a worm. 

It is the only type of gem pure enough. 

Glossom said we will try from another entrance tomorrow. As we turned to trudge back Merlin begged leave to remain behind and test a few notions about the nature of the Maulfors. 

None objected. 

The Fairy Diary Day 231 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our sadness lifted the instant Dunfallon landed with his eagle, accompanied by an ambassador from the Dromadil pixies. They were rushed immediately into the Laguayil council chamber where Nililitil received them with much pomp and ceremony. 

While the ambassador negotiated with the Laguayilian leader, Dunfallon filled us in about his latest adventures. 

He looked hard and long for these pixies, and at last uncovered them in burrows beside a lake that sits across from the former land of the dark elves. He was received as a great curiosity at first but when he explained that he was there on the behalf of the elves of light he was almost expelled bodily. 

On a whim our pixie scavenged the area and discovered the presence of the infamous black plants. 

After disposing them, even Dunfallon, as well as the Dromadilians were horrified to see the black crystalline structure across the lake from their burrow. 

From that moment it was easy to convince these other pixies the need to reach out to their former allies. 

And as if that wasn’t enough to rejoice about – before their ambassador had been selected to return with him – who should show up in the burrow of the Dromadilians but our missing wizard. 

And with a twinkle in his eye, our pixie informed us that Merlin will soon be with us here in Laguayil – once he has helped stave off an imminent attack. 

The Fairy Diary Day 85 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have passed through two large pixie burrows this side of the road so far. It has slowed us considerably. What with all the curiosity generated by our presence, that is, fairies traveling with pixies, but even more so in regard to the Wisp. 

We would have been merrily on our way if not for an elderly pixie who recognized our prisoner. Willie returned his greeting and launched into a full throated plea for rescue. 

Thankfully the guards took control of the situation and brought us through without harm. 

After that I instructed the guards to keep to the pixie pathways and avoid the villages.

The Fairy Diary Day 27 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

In his forays in and around the burrows Rumble had discovered some suspicious tracks. He thinks they may be those left by the enemy when they attacked. Similar ones lead away. 

I concurred. So we set out to follow them whithersoever they lead. 

At first we had to restrain Dunfallon from running on ahead. Both Rumble and I feared for his state of mind. His grief was passing and something darker was taking its place. 

Finally I called a halt and we confronted him about it. 

He was resistant at first and loudly insisted on continuing on his own. 

I locked him in my arms and held him gently. He had no real strength to wriggle free. And at last fell quiet. 

I assured him that we would find those responsible. But added that we would handle things in a right and just way, not in a wrong or unjust way.  

The Fairy Diary Day 26 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We kept to a small space formed under an immense rock at the foot of a knoll. It was the childhood playground of the younger Dunfallon. He is finding some solace here. 

I tasked Rumble to search for any clues in and about the burrows that would help us understand the enemy. 

I kept Dunfallon occupied and awaited instructions from the High Fairy.

I did not receive an answer until after Rumble returned. Rumble found a residual pool of darkness deep within each burrow. He let them lie where they lay. 

And the High Fairy’s instructions call for me to pursue what seems right to me.

The Fairy Diary Day 25 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy replied, but his message was not discernible at first. The scroll had turned black within its case. I held it up to the sunlight to dispel the murk. After long moments of stillness his words surfaced from beneath the blackness. 

The strokes of his pen were as equally dark with foreboding. The High Fairy warned that tragedy lay ahead. 

It did little to prepare us for the reality. Least of all for our new found companion, Dunfallon.

He had skipped ahead in his excitement to be home – only to be greeted by scenes of destruction and slaughter. 

Rumble rushed to his side to comfort him. And attempted to hold him back from his family burrow. Unsuccessfully. 

I led us out of the burrows immediately. 

We still do not know what our enemy looks like. But we have seen his cruelty.