The Fairy Diary Day 382 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were quite some distance from Artoxon’s capital before my companions questioned me about my choice of directions. Rumble, in particular, thought we should return straightaway and deliver Artoxon’s demands to their estranged brethren. And Noralei agreed – adding the thought that we had no business paying a call to the goblins until we had done so. 

The words were no sooner out of her mouth when Merlin appeared before us. Together we gave him a report of our missions so far. And I committed into his care the scroll with Artoxon’s demands – which he graciously agreed to deliver for us. 

Before the wizard took leave of us he thanked me for the summons (the High Fairy had alerted him to the necessity), and encouraged us to persevere in our search for the dragon and the other egg.

The Fairy Diary Day 380 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were to have left before now. In fact, we had already set out towards the Low-way in the company of two new guides when a dwarf came running after us. He begged us to return with him for an audience with Artoxon. 

(I could not help but notice a twinkle in our pixie’s eye as we accompanied the dwarf back into the capital).

Along the way, I read some replies from the High Fairy. He had contacted the Dromadil pixies who forwarded to the goblin king our request to pay a visit to the forward goblin positions on the Low-way of the dwarves. We have been granted permission to do so. 

The High Fairy also added a warning that he gleaned from the Dromadil pixies – we are to beware of the intentions of Artoxon and his dwarves. 

So it was with some apprehension that we re-entered the capital and will soon be descending to Artoxon’s apartments.

The Fairy Diary Day 378 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our guides delivered us to the entrance of Artoxon’s capital and left us there as they had another party to escort down the Low-way. We were taken into the care of Bifitz that ancient goblin, adopted by the dwarves and Artoxon in particular. He was waiting patiently for us. (Again word had preceded us).

He invited us into his chambers for what turned out to be a close questioning about our intentions.  

I laid out to him our concerns for the dwarves ever since the events surrounding the theft of the dragon egg from under Gilgorgon’s mountain – and our suspicions that the perpetrator – that is, the dragon, came in via the underground passages. 

At that point Bifitz cut us off and stated in no uncertain terms that no dragon would dare enter into their capital. He branded the whole idea that a dragon was present among them as preposterous. And would not hear of granting us permission to descend into the depths to visit Artoxon in his apartments. 

To say I was taken aback at this attitude is an understatement. But we did not protest. Just simply accepted his hospitality until our departure.

The Fairy Diary Day 377 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Guides were assigned to us by Gnoston to see us up to the capital. Artoxon had been so satisfied with the effectiveness of the pixie traps that he ordered more to be put in place. (And they were cheaper than hiring more guards). 

It seems ironic to me then that they had no effect to impede the movement of the most dangerous of invaders – a dragon.

Dunfallon and Noralei kept track of their placement as we went along. They told me (out of the earshot of our guides) that those traps placed by the dwarves were so easily spotted that a youngling could avoid them. The pixie thinks he may offer Artoxon his services for planting better ones. 

Rumble thinks he is only half serious. And he prefers that we come up with something that could warn against them, since I think trapping one is beyond our ability. 

Perhaps Merlin might have a few ideas to that end.

The Fairy Diary Day 376 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gnoston came out from his village to meet us. Word had reached him that we were traveling up the Low-way of the dwarves. He and a contingent of his neighbors had declared a holiday and had set up a feast in the town square. 

Dunfallon was placed at the head of the table in the place of honor while the rest of us were relegated to either side of him. The jollity at times grew raucous but took on a solemn tone when our pixie queried our host about dragons. 

Gnoston, after some hesitation, related some strange phenomena that not only he had experienced but many others had complained about also. He could only describe it as a creeping breeze that was accompanied by a chill that froze him in his tracks. No one saw a thing. He was so relieved when it had passed. And it was the same experience twice. 

With that Dunfallon filled Gnoston in about what had happened up on Gilgorgon’s mountain. 

In one sense despite our uneasiness it made us all the more eager to press on to the capital.

The Fairy Diary Day 148 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The capital is now just moments away. But we are cut off by the encircling siege lines thrown up by the troll army. Caywyn thinks we can access the secret underground entrance if we can make our way over to it, and if no troll troops have set up near by. 

We assured the Captain that we can come up with a means to cloak our approach, even with our huge new friends. 

He weighed in with two new caveats – we might not be able to enter ourselves without first notifying those inside of our intentions so the guards therein can be ordered to stand down. And he is sure that Geog and Grimace are too big for the tunnel. 

I proposed a solution to the first and had Dunfallon summon his eagle. And with the password from Caywyn sent them off to see Nimrood. 

Now we just need a solution for the second.

The Fairy Diary Day 147 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The closer we get to the capital the more troll army camps there are. So, having a couple of trolls with us may prove advantageous. If our group is spotted, they may be all that is visible and hence will be ignored. 

We’ve altered our route slightly based on some knowledge that the king’s soldiers had imparted to us a few days ago. It has proved sound advice so far. 

Dunfallon passed the day in the company of his newest companions, eager to hear their stories about his pixie brethren from a strange land. I kept pace with Rumble, who I think misses his friend greatly and may even be jealous of the new comers. 

Noralei holds herself aloof from the trolls and remains by Caywyn’s side as he navigates our party around the dangers. 

All in all I am confident that all is for the best. A notion to which my pendant agrees.

The Fairy Diary Day 145 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Early morning found our group hugging the low terrain to pass around another troll army camp. Dunfallon and I scouted in its direction to get a better look. There the stench gave off a stronger odor than that of a few days ago, reminiscent of those who came against the stronghold of the dwarves. 

After returning to the others we hastened to leave the area. 

Almost immediately we scattered to cover at the sound of an approaching force – troops from the capital as it turned out, whose leader was well known to Caywyn. 

They brushed aside Caywyn’s queries about the capital in their excitement at seeing three fairies and a pixie. They told us that Nimrood was waiting impatiently for us. 

Then they assured Caywyn that all was well at the capital when they left. But added that in a recent battle Nimrood had lost an eye. 

That news broke the ice that had soured the relationships in our little group. And together we saw the troops off to their rendezvous at Caywyn’s outpost. 

With brightened hearts and light steps we took up our march again to the capital.

The Fairy Diary Day 144 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

There has been a subtle shift in our attitudes. Rumble, Noralei, Dunfallon, and myself know how the High Fairy described Nimrood to us. And we trust him. 

Caywyn doggedly insists that the High Fairy is wrong or misinformed. I do believe he does not look at us fairy and pixie folk the same. Consequently we now hold back from fully trusting him. This despite our recent experiences together.  

We keep to the trail and talk of inconsequential things. The capital is now visible before us without intervening hills or mountains. And should remain thus until we reach its gates. 

Uncertainty rises in our hearts any time the path on which Caywyn is leading us appears to veer away from it. 

How long can we continue in this state?

The Fairy Diary Day 143 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our adventures of yesterday, had pushed us some distance off of the path that Caywyn had planned and placed us closer to one of the troll army camps than we would have liked. Hence a good deal of the day was spent in getting us back on track while trying not to be noticed. 

I sent Dunfallon over to the canyon early and he brought back word that the flood waters had receded. Caywyn greeted the news gladly and said that everything must now be clear all the way up to the capital. 

While the four of us followed the Captain back to the canyon rim I talked to him about what to expect when we got to the capital. Was there a protocol we needed to observe when asking for an audience with the one eyed king? 

Caywyn stopped and said, “What one eyed king? My cousin Nimrood has both his eyes.”

I did not know what to say.