The Fairy Diary Day 407 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We stumbled across a cave entrance that had eluded Dunfallon’s notice from the air, so Gibley just had to check it out. While I stayed outside with a dozing hatchling, the goblin went in accompanied by Rumble and Noralei. 

They were not gone long, for it turned out to be inhabited by an animal of some kind – absent at the moment.

Gibley did find a few scraps to give to his dragon later. 

We were about to move on when Dunfallon dropped in to see us. As he slid off the back of his eagle we all saw that he was wielding a knobby stick and made to strike the hatchling with it. Before any of us could react, the hatchling was awake and threw itself at the stick. It was soon wrapped around it and making contented sounds. The pixie laughed and explained he had found this dragon training staff near the cave that was farthest from the river. 

Dunfallon had recognized it from his library research. And Gibley confirmed its use by his people. 

His hope soared that he may soon be back with them.

The Fairy Diary Day 406 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

With the new information from Gibley, Dunfallon increased the scope of his time aloft on his eagle. We have decided to help the goblin find his people, if they can be found. 

The pixie brought back the location of two possible cavern entrances to goblin lands. Rumble marked them on his map, and he, Noralei and Gibley will check them out as we get closer. 

Dunfallon also has begun to fly higher and has picked out that tower of a mountain that points the way to Merlin’s castle. Its heading he also shared with Rumble. 

However, both Rumble’s maps and the pixie’s observations reveal that a huge river lies between us and all those destinations. 

Hopefully we can find a way to get us all across safely.

The Fairy Diary Day 403 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I regret not going further than outside the other gate, but we were tired and wanted to rest up before venturing out into the canyonlands. My decision resulted in another attempt to wrest the hatchling from Gibley and us. I suspect that Artoxon set the plot in motion. And thankfully we believe neither Fliget nor Gnoston were involved. 

Both Dunfallon and I were awakened from a sound sleep to the sight of two burly dwarves creeping up to the swaddled hatchling. Our cries of protest awakened the others and we rallied around the dragon and its goblin. Rumble and Noralei beat them off with their drawn swords, forcing them to drop the sack into which they hoped to secure the hatchling. She bit the ankle of one of the dwarves before they both stumbled off. 

Our attackers did not enter the city, but made off for the canyonlands. So, we were a bit apprehensive when we exited the land of the dwarves and emerged into the first canyon. And like Rumble once said – a vast army could be hidden down here. 

Thus the very first thing, Dunfallon summoned his eagle and flew ahead as a precaution against being taken unawares.

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 398 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The atmosphere of tension and stress has all evaporated from the halls and chambers of Artoxon’s apartments and is no doubt spreading throughout his kingdom as I write this. 

The great dwarf himself was finally persuaded to emerge from his bed chamber. He regained his confidence to the point that he dared to lay claim to the hatchling dragon. 

A notion that lasted no more than thirteen fairy wing beats. 

The hatchling will brook no interference directed at herself or Gibley – or by extension, for the moment, to ourselves. As long as she is with us, the dwarves dare not come near. 

In consequence Artoxon has ordered us to be ushered from his apartments and thereafter from his kingdom, and turned his attention to his vaults and his treasure. 

Bifitz received us civilly, but expects us to leave with the first available guides. 

Gibley wants to accompany us and has no plans to return to the goblin outpost as he fears for his life and her safety. He adds that this was nothing that he sought out. And though Dunfallon believes him, we three fairies are not totally convinced. 

Noralei brought up something the rest of us had forgotten when she wondered out loud if the egg in Merlin’s possession has also hatched – my cue for another note to the High Fairy. 

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 393 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were horrified and saddened upon our entry into Artoxon’s capital. The main gate was unguarded. No one was about. I had a fleeting thought that this explained why we had not encountered any dwarf guides out on the Low-way, but then more serious considerations came crashing in. 

The further we went into the city the more the stench of burnt dwarf grew in pungency. Though, the fires were now out and not even smoldering. 

Rumble and Dunfallon tried five different streets before finding one that was unblocked and could take us to Bifitz’s palace. 

Its untouched state raised our hopes that someone within may still be alive. 

This time we were challenged by a coterie of dwarves who were soon joined by an angry Bifitz. The ancient goblin railed against us – making nonstop accusations, blaming us for all that had befallen them.  

Noralei gently rose into the air and commanded him to be silent and to listen- and proclaimed that we all were yet in danger. 

Bifitz did fall silent and I seized the opportunity to warn him that we needed to descend to Artoxon’s apartments or greater calamity may engulf us. 

The tired and spent goblin relented and allowed us entry.

The Fairy Diary Day 391 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I was just reading a bit of news from the High Fairy when Dunfallon and Noralei returned with a captive in tow. The pixie had discovered someone was following them. It was Gibley the goblin. Upon being spotted, he tried to flee and fell headlong into one of our traps. (That it was one of fairy design amused Rumble no end, who will thus be bragging about it as against those of pixie design). 

When we questioned the goblin he was quite contrite, even apologetic. Dunfallon pressed him further as to why he was following us, but he answered only that he was following orders from his commander and did not know the reason why. 

I thought I knew why. So I shared the news from his excellency. The Dromadil pixies report that the treaty between Artoxon’s dwarves and the goblins may be breaking down. 

We may have a very ticklish situation when we arrive back at Artoxon’s capital. 

The Fairy Diary Day 390 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We set out on the Low-way of the dwarves without any guides, counting on an absolution from Artoxon for our departure from Bifitz’s expressed edict by the urgency of the situation. 

Dunfallon took up the lead as is his custom. He and Noralei guided us around all the hidden obstacles. 

I had written on the scroll to the High Fairy inquiring about news – any news – for it seems we have been cut off from information as to the goings on in all the lands we have been to. I particularly wondered if the dark elves had chosen a new name for their people. That led to thoughts about Hawk and his fate. Before we left, the goblins were chaining him up for transport to the shaft. 

Rumble was a quiet companion. When he did speak, I learned he had been thinking about some of the same things as me. 

His main concern above all was whether or not we can trust Artoxon. He has taken to heart the warning from Dromadil pixies via the High Fairy. And I believe – so have I.

The Fairy Diary Day 388 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The four of us resisted the urge to run off on our first impulse – or impulses, as we surely would have scattered in every direction. As it is, after some deliberation we did divide into two groups – Rumble and Dunfallon went off with the goblin party that will be exploring an offshoot from the confirmed dragon lair. Noralei and I planned to interrogate Hawk for any details Merlin may have missed. 

To that end we asked for and were granted the prisoner’s release from his chains. However, at the goblin commander’s insistence he was placed into a cage. We found him docile, awake, and somewhat willing to talk. 

What we wanted to know was why he desired to obtain the dragon egg. He was more responsive to Noralei than to me. And after some patient questioning we learned that he believed that with the egg he at the least would have control of the dragon, and most certainly would have control of the hatchling when its time came. 

“Besides,” he added manner-of-factly, “the black bird commanded him to do it.”

He admitted afterwards that it was an outworking of the effect of the curse upon him. 

How intricate is the evil woven against us.