The Fairy Diary Day 434 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our advance was brought to a halt not much further up the Low-way of the dwarves. Rumble heard moaning off on one of the side passages. We would have passed by otherwise. 

The sound of pain came from a mound of rags shivering in the dark of that passageway. It was our friend Gnoston. I had to fight back tears at the sight of him. 

Merlin knelt by him, taking a vial from his voluminous robes and giving him a drink of elixir. The transformation in the dwarf was instantaneous. 

He thanked the wizard for the draft and recounted his tale of how he came here. 

Word that Gilgorgon’s army was on the march alarmed his village and soon most fled. Gnoston stayed but was forced out by the arrival of Artoxon’s troops. He made his way up to the capital only to be refused entrance. They told him he was too late. And with the sound of battle behind he fled up the Low-way of the dwarves to where we found him.  

What he shared next caused us to return back to where we last saw Artoxon’s capital. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 373 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This passageway is so different from the Low-way of the dwarves. Traveling along them was like walking the halls of an ornate castle. At those places where a descent was called for, a grand staircase was hewn from the rock for the purpose – often there were twin staircases. Dunfallon tells us that Gilgorgon’s predecessors were highly skilled craftsmen, and they somewhat snobbishly looked down upon their distant kinsmen that were only miners. Such attitudes hint to me just how difficult our secondary mission may be to accomplish. 

Rumble had been given permission to light each section we passed into, from stores of oil placed along the way for that very purpose. It was a nice luxury, especially when thinking ahead to relying on my pendant and the glow from our armor once we enter the Low-way again. 

Talking about that eventuality, brought up thoughts of Willie – especially to our pixie – and wondering where he was now – and what he was up to. 

Day Five Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I had a dream in the early morning. I was jolted out of a deep sleep by a rhythmic pounding reverberating throughout the ship.

I left our cabin. There the pounding became muffled, but I could see a globe of light glowing as though through the bulkheads, emanating from somewhere below.

My footsteps took me to its source – the first container strapped to the deck.

The minute I touched its door, I awoke for real.

I looked to Elijah’s bunk. He was not there.

I encountered Tomas in the passageway. He had been on watch and saw a light down on the deck.

We found Elijah peering in through its open door.

We passed the day combing through its contents.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah emerged from the set apart cabin, staff in hand. And I was waiting for him.

He simply said, “I know,” and beckoned me to follow. I offered to fetch the Captain, but he answered it would not be necessary.

No one was about when we arrived forward. The acetylene torch and its paraphernalia were cluttering the passageway  outside the cabin in question.

Elijah ordered me to wait outside, and cautioned me to do nothing no matter what I saw or heard.

He struck the door with his staff. It opened and he entered, slamming the door behind him.  Smoke or mist which had issued forth, was sucked back in by the action of the closing door.

Again, I wait.