The Fairy Diary Day 344 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Sitting atop the tower did much to clear my head. From  that height I watched the former dark elves stream out of the city below – some exiting the quickest way by the canyonlands – others via the gate to the Low-way to travel to the other access points along that route. 

There I was basking in the contentment flowing from the happy conclusion to our recent efforts when a cold cloud of fear descended upon me. A tingling in my back between my wings soon had me shivering all over. 

I looked down and saw that the pedestal upon which the chalice had once stood was icing over. 

I leapt back when the shivering ceased and the hot passion of the bloodlust was enveloping me. 

I shrugged it off and dove off the tower and flew to my friends. And related this disturbing incident to them.

The Fairy Diary Day 343 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I detected a hint of embarrassment in our friend before he began the account of his latest adventure. That became clearer with the first words out of his mouth. In his  hasty pursuit on the Low-way of those bearing the dragon egg, he ran afoul of one of our traps. It had to have been one of our fairy traps. For he fell into a deep state of forgetfulness. 

And he wandered aimlessly until he fell into the company of a couple of dwarves – our old friends Fliget and Gnoston. That is how Merlin fell into the hands of the ever suspicious Artoxon. 

Something about his surroundings brought him back to his senses. (I believe that the fact of all that gold in one spot would make a perfect nest for a dragon egg did the trick). 

Once he remembered who he was, he thanked them, bid them goodbye, then disappeared from their sight. (He was none too keen to trust those dwarves based on their past history). 

He was more than happy not to explain more when Noralei laid before him the mystery of the chalice and the red ash. 

As the wizard conferred with her and Rumble, I went atop the tower from which it had been removed, and looked around.

The Fairy Diary Day 137 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Today was a day of preparation. And for the first time the maps produced by Rumble were proving their essential worth. We all poured over them with Caywyn’s help to plan our route to the capital. 

The Captain marked up my copy with what he thought would keep us far away from the troll camps. He intends to accompany us most of the way, but has a couple of errands to complete at various points. Of course, I offered our services for these tasks or at least to wait upon his return. But he insisted that it would not be necessary – adding that the tasks would require someone more of his stature. 

This comment did not sit well with Dunfallon and I had to head him off before he expressed his obvious disapproval. 

Instead, the planning session being at an end, I offered our services to improve the defenses of the outpost. To this Dunfallon and the others fell to with relish. And between us we greatly improved the security of the outpost and especially of the tower. 

The Fairy Diary Day 136 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Caywyn took us up to the tower on the cliff and there we looked into the territory beyond. Several camps of trolls were spread out surrounding the capital city in the distance. One of which guarded the exit at the end of the canyon in back of the outpost. 

The Captain pointed out columns of smoke along the main road to the capital that mark the smoldering ruins of other outposts. 

A sobering realization settled in upon us. Dunfallon though was the first to recover and with enthusiasm asked when we were  departing for the capital. 

After we all burst out laughing, I looked to Caywyn and together we said, “The day after tomorrow!”

The Fairy Diary Day 133 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We are at a standstill. Dunfallon brought back the news that the outpost at our front is occupied – by humans. They are armed and vigilant and sent a flight of arrows after the pixie. (Though I presume all they saw was the eagle).

Rumble says they are similarly alert on the approaches from the ground. 

Because of the way it is situated – nestled in the hollow of a canyon – he could not scout the other side. 

We could fly up and over the cliffs to either side, but Dunfallon believes there are lookouts stationed along both sides. (From where I stand I do see one tower built on the right hand side).

My companions think we should try anyway. 

But I question if this might be the time. Would it be best to go in and introduce ourselves? And ask to be taken to their leader, Nimrood?

Day Nine Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Magwich took me up to the tower, so I could see over the wall. I wanted to be there when the tanker trucks came through the outer gates into the army compound.

We expected them first thing this morning, but were still waiting as the sun reached its zenith.

I would have gone down earlier but I was enjoying Magwich’s company. We had much to discuss. He was particularly interested in all my travels.

Reuben interrupted us with the news that the army had been called out. I went to the overlook and there down by the gate, Elijah and a couple of the guards swung the gate open, allowing the tanker trucks to enter.

By night we were underway.

Day Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The day was one of pluses and minuses. You would either be elated, on the rise in good spirits, or down in the depths of discouragement, for some bonehead call you made.

Overall it was a plus. For we definitely felt ahead of the game by day’s end.

We had found the source of the intruder. Both a plus and a minus for various reasons. The plus is obvious; the minus not so, even though it was for the same reason, if you get my drift.

It comes from a tower just out a little farther than our building. But Lyle recognizes the woman behind the operation and she is very bad news. We must be even more than vigilant.