The Fairy Diary Day 394 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Bifitz had to clear the way before us each step of the way. Though the dwarves were massed at critical points and armed to the teeth, we could see their fear as we passed. Not one of them was without jitters. 

Arriving at the entrance to the shaft to Artoxon’s apartments we found the doors shut. Bifitz said they were barred and bolted from within by Artoxon’s orders and we would have to enter via some nearby maintenance passageways. He had sent word ahead for us to be allowed entry at the lowest level. 

We were about to enter but Noralei intervened. She announced that it would be unsafe for fairies to proceed further for a huge amount of iron ore awaited below. 

Dunfallon perked up at this announcement and was game to continue even if alone. I took my place beside the pixie and said, “Time to test the power of my third pendant.”

And thus we set off into the lower reaches with one consolation – though a pixie and a fairy could pass here with ease, there was little to no room for a dragon.

The Fairy Diary Day 350 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was a day for saying goodbyes. Nililitil and Navril mustered the elves of light and after a touching ceremony in which Fliget gifted each with a cuirass of the finest dwarfish workmanship, they departed for Laguayil. 

Nililitil promised to send out orders for all in his kingdom to watch for any sign of our Will’o’the Wisp. 

The Dromadil pixies listened to a fine speech by Dunfallon in which he presented each with a sack of gold as their thanks from the dwarves. When they were dismissed they took up the rear guard to the Laguayilian troops. 

Next, Fliget saluted our pixie with a surprising gift – a harp of gold that he can carry in his pocket – it grows when played and shrinks back to pocket size afterwards. (The regent thought its music would be the perfect accompaniment to Dunfallon’s stories).

My turn for farewells came shortly after Merlin’s return. There in the city square before all its denizens, Fliget placed a new pendant around my neck. It sported a tiny crystal, so it fit quite nicely and did not clash with my other two pendants. He tells me it has the power to protect me against the ill effects that ordinarily I would suffer in the presence of iron ore. 

As proof he revealed that its chain was of that material. I felt marvelous. 

Without further adieus Merlin and I were off for his castle. Dunfallon by mutual consent is traveling on his eagle, the better to check for signs of Willie. 

And hopefully we will soon know whether or not Rumble and Noralei will be joining us.

The Fairy Diary Day 349 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We saw Gnoston off at the gate to the Low-way. He was eager to return to his family village, now that his duties here are fulfilled. 

Fliget offered to lead us on a tour of the mines in the area that have just reopened. We fairies declined, based on Noralei’s experience with one of them that revealed a danger of exposure to iron ore. Dunfallon was happy to accompany him of course. 

Before they departed I took Dunfallon aside and confirmed what he told me yesterday about our next steps. He has not changed his mind, but wants to continue on wherever I lead. He knows and approves of my inclination. 

I then gathered Rumble and Noralei for a meeting with Merlin. They both have concerns they wish to check in on back at Nonin-gal-dith before making a final decision. 

Merlin mused a moment, then agreed. He took them back right then. And promised to return for Dunfallon and me tomorrow. 

He thinks we need to know more, so he proposed that we gather at his castle to search out the matter.

The Fairy Diary Day 328 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

So many things are happening that I am finding it difficult to keep it all in perspective. What things need our immediate attention – and what things are a distraction. 

We arrived at another junction. Dunfallon found one passage that led down to the Low-way – just before it reaches the gate into the dark elves’ stronghold. 

Willie has awakened again and he is throwing off more light than ever before. I do not know whether it is because he is rested or if we are now closer to the enemy than we have ever been. 

Noralei, out of curiosity, inspected another passage and returned, flying with all of her might. The passage led to one of the deepest mines she had ever seen – much deeper than the shaft back at the capital. But of the highest concern was the felt presence of that bane of fairies – iron ore. Going forward we will need to exercise extreme caution whichever path we choose. 

While Dunfallon and Noralei were gone, Rumble examined this junction chamber closely. It’s walls are an entwined network of tree and other plant roots – and they are dying. Without hesitation he set about tending to their needs. 

I am struggling for we may not have time for this. For I received a message from the High Fairy – although Gilgorgon and Merlin have pushed back the threat of the attacking dark elves, the enemy successfully carried away one of the dragon eggs. He wants us to be on the lookout for it. 

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.