The Fairy Diary Day 438 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Once in, I scribbled a note to the High Fairy on the scroll to inform them they could cease their exertion. I knew he had received it when I sensed the structure relax and sink beneath my feet. I went in search of the noise I had heard from the outside. It was no longer muffled. A clear, steady beat echoed throughout. 

After a few wrong turns took me away from its source, I finally stumbled back onto the right track and into Gilgorgon and his dwarves. My sudden appearance shocked them into silence and they dropped their hammers with which they were digging their way out. Gilgorgon’s surprise melted into a wreath of smiles as he recognized me. 

When I told him I was there to help, he thanked me and then pointed to the widening crevice they were creating. 

I wrote another note to the High Fairy and those outside worked once again to raise the structure. This added to the dwarves’ work enough space to allow all to make it out – if they wanted to. Gilgorgon’s miners shored up the opening with any materials they had on hand and there was soon a new way in and out of the sunken capital. 

Gilgorgon came out with me to meet with Merlin and the High Fairy. And the topic for everyone was what to do next about Artoxon. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 285 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The Dromadil map had us off on branches from the shaft. They turn back on themselves on a slow turn to a lower level before broadening out to a rather large thoroughfare. Empty shops lined the way. 

They had me curious but nothing caused me to stop and look closer. Dunfallon of course lagged behind occasionally but never dropped from view. 

Noralei seemed the more anxious one. She was way out front and frequently motioned for us to keep up with her. 

She is eager to check out the red glow we spotted on the first day we arrived at the crater. 

Once back at the shaft we took the descending path that follows the shaft perimeter. 

At the entrance to another offshoot lower down we heard a rhythmic beating coming from within. Noralei, in the lead, took one look and hurried us back to the shaft upon the realization that iron ore was everywhere within.

We retreated back up a level to regroup. Noralei is sure that many forges were hard at work on that branch. But what was particularly disturbing was the fact that no hands nor any visible agency wielded the hammers and tongs that sang away on the anvils. 

The Fairy Diary Day 30 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have indeed entered the forest. But our direction has altered off the straight heading. Evidently our quarry decided to skirt around the mountain instead of climbing over it. 

Rumble thinks that we are past the danger of falling into the clutches of any trolls. Dunfallon is not so sure. But then again he seems more concerned with the sound of hammer blows echoing down from somewhere above. 

Their tone, I admit, is unsettling. And if those wielding the hammers are indeed dwarves, they will be more of a challenge to get by than the trolls. 

My confidence is waning – especially as the High Fairy remains silent.