The Fairy Diary Day 389 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble and Dunfallon brought back some interesting information to add to ours. The offshoot passageway they found to be a series of chambers added to one another by the dragon burning through the walls between them. According to our pixie it was all a hodge-podge, higgedly-piggedly stitched together crazy labyrinth. 

Rumble took out his map to show us that despite the randomness of its switchbacks, its general direction was towards that of Artoxon’s capital. With that pronouncement all three of my pendants glowed and vibrated. 

I knew in my spirit that the dragon was attracted to the great vaults of treasure located below the dwarf king’s apartments. What better place to hatch a dragon. 

And the quickest means for us to go there would be by the Low-way of the dwarves. 

Bifitz may no longer be able to claim that there are no dragons at the capital. 

The Fairy Diary Day 381 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I do believe that the Artoxon’s chambers are more ornate than when we were here last. With the defeat and departure of the dark elves, the wealth from the recovered mines has obviously flooded into his vaults and it is clear that the overflow was on display everywhere we looked.

It was a difference that we also saw reflected in the demeanor of the dwarf king. He was more expansive – less explosive – I might say gracious. (But Dunfallon simply described him as less stingy). 

We believed that this boded well for our mission as ambassadors. So, I wasted no time in presenting to him a scroll that Gilgorgon had sent with us. He took it from me with a smile, but instead of opening and reading it he handed it off to Bifitz who in turn delivered another scroll to me. 

He explained that it contained their demands that must be agreed to even before they would deign to look at Gilgorgon’s message. 

Since there seemed little reason to talk further we begged to be excused and allowed to go on our way.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Sy has re-evaluated our food stocks. Enough has been damaged or spoiled by the earthquake that we soon will be forced to make some decisions.

Half of us will need to be sent back to the hiding place. But no one wants to go. Or more importantly everyone senses the call to be with Elijah and myself.

Thankfully the others will be obedient to whatever Elijah decides. He has drawn apart to seek answers.

Sy and I looked into hitherto untouched chambers on the chance we come up with something salvageable. The Captain followed behind and kept a tally.

Tomas and Reuben again trekked beyond the stone bridge to gauge the activity of the contending armies, with Mawuli tagging along.