The Fairy Diary Day 402 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It seems we were kept waiting forever outside the gate to the stronghold city. The guards would not let us pass due to the presence of Gibley’s hatchling. And our demands to see Fliget went unanswered. Finally Gnoston was able to convince them to allow him entry to seek an audience with his friend. 

In the meantime Rumble purchased a hooded cloak from a passing merchant, with which Gibley and Noralei swaddled the hatchling. (It was more to hide her from prying eyes than anything else). 

As his impatience grew, Dunfallon agitated about either taking to the side passages to enter the city or maybe even going up to the surface and be on our way. But I vetoed his first idea as dangerous and reminded him that the quickest and easiest way to the canyonlands was through the city. 

The pixie’s sulk was cut short by the appearance of our friend Fliget – and his explanation for our long wait. He had decided to order all his subjects to stay indoors or to move from the main thoroughfare in order to clear a route through the city for our party to pass through unseen. 

He added an apology that there would be no time consequently to renew our friendship. I told him I understood but later remarked to the others that I felt our friend was being forced to comply to the will of the long arm of Artoxon.

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 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 15 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My pendant has glowed brighter and warmer today. So I am confident I am closing in on Rumbletwist. 

There have been no further messages from the High Fairy which makes me happy. Another indication that I am where I need to be. What I would like is a little more direction as to what to do when I catch up with Rumble. 

At least I know he cannot evade me with that cloak of his. And because he does not know that, I should be able to surprise him. 

At one point my progress was held up by the passage of some humans in wagons and on horseback. 

I would have chanced flying above them if not for the archer picking off birds in that vicinity.