The Fairy Diary Day 497 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin did something I had not seen him do before. In preparation for entering into the quarry with us, he made himself small – somewhere between fairy and pixie size. 

Glossom had thought that the wizard would have had to remain behind but was pleasantly surprised when Merlin had his own solution. This left Glossom the largest member of our party to enter into the quarry by the worm holes. 

I did not worry about the iron which was supposed to be present in abundance because of the protection of my third pendant – but I did have apprehensions about encountering the giant worms which Gibley was certain would consider fairies a great delicacy. Collectively the goblins call these worms Maulfors. 

Dunfallon was not the least bit anxious about them. “One cannot live in burrows,” he said, “without having to deal with such things eventually.” Still, he did keep one hand on the hilt of his sword. 

By the light from the goblin torches and Merlin’s staff (and my glowing pendants) we searched the other offshoots from the main quarry. I was somewhat relieved that we did not bump into a Maulfor – but then again we did not find what Glossom told us to look for – purple colored gems that have passed through the insides of a worm. 

It is the only type of gem pure enough. 

Glossom said we will try from another entrance tomorrow. As we turned to trudge back Merlin begged leave to remain behind and test a few notions about the nature of the Maulfors. 

None objected. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 395 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My pendant proved highly effective. Not only was I shielded from the ill effects exposure to iron wrecks on the fairy physique, but it produced a brilliant red glow to light our way. 

Dunfallon helped us avoid several traps obviously set up as protective measures on the orders of the dwarf king. 

Unbeknownst to us, Gibley had followed us into these depths. Dunfallon had to rescue him when he fell prey to one of those same traps. After admonishing him for his foolhardiness I relented and granted his plea to continue with us. 

As promised upon reaching the lowest level we were received into Artoxon’s apartments. The very atmosphere was rife with tension for they knew for a fact that a dragon was held up in their biggest, deepest vault. And they were leaderless for Artoxon had locked himself in his bed chamber and would not answer any call. 

The remaining dwarves fell down before us and begged our help in their emergency. 

I asked for everything they could tell or show us about the vaults below. Thus, Dunfallon, Gibley, and I sat down with the warden of the vaults below to plan our next steps.

The Fairy Diary Day 130 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin took me aside last night and we talked at great length about the tasks before us. He, indeed, was fully aware of the gathering in of iron for use against the Faerie Kingdom. He promises to seize the huge deposit we told him about and will stay in touch with the High Fairy if we discover any more. 

About our road ahead he could grant us no insight. He then hushed his voice and revealed he is being watched and must be very circumspect wherever he goes. 

These things occupied my thoughts as we walked along the road deeper into the human territory. I kept them to myself not wanting to spoil the cheerful mood among my companions. 

Though I must share them soon, especially the dark secret Merlin gleaned from the Wisp and has kept from all except me. 

I must wait for the proper time.

The Fairy Diary Day 126 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I am still disturbed by our experience of yesterday. What we have learned by that and going through the battlefield beforehand has been far less than we expected to find. But that which we did learn was momentous. 

The mere thought of all that iron – just lying there – sends chills through me. 

It’s all I could think about today as we traversed an empty plain. And the same thought was shared by Rumble and Dunfallon and the High Fairy too – the iron must be meant for use by the enemy in his planned assault on the Faerie Kingdom. 

Yet for all that our enemy remains faceless – a complete mystery. We know only his/her/its chosen tools – wolves, trolls, and a vindictive Will’o’the Wisp.

The Fairy Diary Day 125 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Following a gloomy night, we looked forward to the sunrise that hopefully would reward us with a happier day. And so it started. The sun looking down on us was downright cheery – but it did not last. 

Rumble made the discovery this time. He was following Dunfallon when on a sudden he shuddered and came to a halt. He called the pixie back, then turned to warn me.

By then my pendant already was pulling me back and away from a mound beside the path. 

Dunfallon, having gotten the closest, told us we needed to find another way forward other than by the route beside the mound. 

It was not actually a mound but a crevice in the earth that stretched well beyond that point and was filled to overflowing with weapons. Weapons that someone or something had dragged up from the battlefield and abandoned there. 

Rumble spoke the thought in all our minds – the weapons were made of iron – that metal most deadly to the life and essence of a fairy. 

I directed our path away from there trusting to the leading of my pendant. 

The Fairy Diary Day 34 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon is not your ordinary dwarf. He is a head taller than most of the others. But that is not the reason he was chosen as leader. He also is the most exquisite craftsman. He has insisted on outfitting each of us with armor for our task ahead. 

And I find myself grateful beyond all bounds – especially because he knew not to fashion anything for us from that deadly substance – iron. Instead he has used the purest fairy gold imbued with a combination of a dwarfish power spell to which Rumble and I added light but potent fairy magic. 

Rumble is quite enamoured of his set. I admit he presents a fine figure. And he says we should blind all comers by their brightness. 

I have a concern, however, for Dunfallon. He is so emboldened by his armor that I am considering means of holding him back from any rash actions that could endanger himself or others. 

Ropes or chains binding him to us?