The Fairy Diary Day 527 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy’s reply, at first sight, burst into flames before the words settled into their normal shape that was readable. His excellency knew very well the name of Tinadell. And though long ago, his perfidy is still fresh in his mind – for he had been a witness to his actions and present at his banishment. And though we claim he has changed he thinks that highly unlikely. 

Hearing this, Tinadell hung his head, rose from the table and departed. 

I gathered my team around the table and asked each one for their thoughts on this situation. Herblas and Gibley were the only ones to have reservations about our new acquaintance. The dwarf  could not give details for his aversion – for it was only a feeling. Gibley, however, had knowledge, at least from the goblin perspective, about what it had meant to their clan to be kept from the Land of Plenty, and freely admits that it colors everything. 

At the last, I excused myself and went out to talk to Tinadell. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 490 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our progress picked up after Fliget decided to exercise his prerogative as king of the dwarves. All caravans were shunted aside to allow ours the right of way. 

I began to feel uncomfortable about what might lay ahead for us in the stronghold city. My sense that something was off lead me to approach Merlin to talk to him about it. Gnoston’s and Fliget’s actions were hard to understand as to what motivated them. And afraid to say, I was suspecting our friends of evil intent if not outright perfidy. 

The wizard listened patiently to my fears. When finished he chuckled and painstakingly calmed all my concerns. 

The High Fairy has been sent for and will join us in the stronghold city. The dwarves have invited him to be present for a special celebration of our victory over the dark elves. 

Evidently the dwarves think that a season of thankfulness is called for, especially on the eve of another conflict. 

Before he dismissed me, Merlin hinted that more surprises await us upon our arrival in the stronghold city. 

The Fairy Diary Day 80 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It has been a struggle to help Dunfallon back to himself. We have had the Wisp interrupting and pleading to be let out. Rumble, I fear, has been short tempered with the scoundrel – for so we perceive him. 

Finally we got the whole story from our pixie friend. He holds no ill will towards Willie, as he calls him. He pities him as a very needy sprite. And that neediness Dunfallon claims has led to horrendous consequences for us all. For the entire Faerie Kingdom. For he heard it from Willie himself – the evil was invited into this land by the Will’o’the Wisp. 

When confronted by us he admitted his perfidy, with pride. 

At that juncture I had to restrain Rumble from harming him. 

I promised my companions that we would take Willie to the High Fairy. 

Day Nine Hundred Eighty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Another day and everyone in the Purser’s camp should be recovered enough to travel.

Everyone, that is, except that ex-army surgeon. He died. Shriveled away to nothing during the night.

The Purser now believes he was working against us and was the one behind all their losses, including his daughter Retha.

When I sensed that our friend was slipping away to a very dark place, Elijah and I took him and his wife aside to comfort them.

At the last, Elijah was able to convince them that in no manner were they responsible for the dead man’s perfidy.

Afterwards I joined Mawuli at his sentry station and helped him through this renewal of grief by simply standing with him.

Day Eight Hundred Seventy Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our second round of meetings was taken off course tonight by many of our scheduled contacts being forced to work through the night. The few we did confer with, gained thereby for Elijah used the extra time to open up more deeply to those in attendance.

I am greatly encouraged at the depth of their desire to please the Holy One.

And one of the attendees was accompanied by the noisome individual that I suspected of perfidy. He indeed had done what I feared. And he was there to confess and beg for our forgiveness.

This we freely gave him.

All was well until Jezer arrived with news – a group of widows and orphans he had hidden was taken away.