The Fairy Diary Day 277 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We three fairies joined Dunfallon and Grimace on their side of the rim this morning and together we compared our experiences. 

Rumble summarized his notions and those of Noralei and mine. The crater is barren in every direction. A desert really. But at the center lies a great mystery. Each of us looked into the shaft at the center of the crater and felt something different. Rumble thought it strange to see so much smoke swirling but never rising into the air above. Noralei is sure the red glow from below indicates a forge burning and someone or something is hard at work. I experienced an overwhelming heaviness that increased the closer I came to the shaft’s opening. 

Rather than tell us their discoveries, Dunfallon and Grimace took us to a camp set up a fair distance away from the crater. Together they had investigated it, having walked the silent grounds filled with the entranced forces of the enemy. The two asked my permission to check the trolls among this host. 

I granted it to them. And got out the scroll to write out this latest account to the High Fairy.

The Fairy Diary Day 268 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon is bubbling over with excitement. His eagle responded to his summons and he was able to fly above this land of the dark elves. He flew to the east and there discovered a horde of marching plants. But with the exception of one they are in full retreat back to where they came from. 

While the one still coming for us is the largest by far, the pixie thinks it could never overtake us. 

Noralei will keep an eye on its progress in any event. 

The terrain we are passing through is very rugged and the few villages we have encountered, like the fishing village, are all abandoned. 

The High Fairy replied to us. All their forces have advanced beyond the barrier but are meeting opposition daily – undead trolls and wolves, bats and black birds and hornets, and most deadly of all the infernal walking plants. His excellency ended his message with the strongest warning – to avoid at all costs the largest of the walking menaces for even their touch is lethal. 

The Fairy Diary Day 259 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Last night Dunfallon  monopolized all the questions in our meeting with Merlin. (None of us minded, as they were all questions to which we wanted answers too).

All is well in Dromadil. Relations among the pixies, fairies, and elves of the light are for the most part harmonious. Geog is well and is called upon by each group in turn when his great strength is needed for a task. There was nothing to report about Grimace, nor any other trolls in the thrall of the enemy. 

The wizard did have some encouraging news. For some reason, the Dromadil pixies have been able to penetrate the enchanted barrier beyond the crystalline tower. They are hoping to locate the enemy soon. 

In closing the meeting Merlin announced his imminent departure. 

The day on ship passed without incident. We are closing quickly upon the land of the dark elves. Barring any new adverse situation we should make landfall sometime tomorrow. 

In the afternoon Merlin gathered us to bid us goodbye. And to relay to us the results of his examination of the rope used to immobilize the rudder – he is certain that it was made from the ugly black plant and thus from the land of the dark elves. He has seen similar cordage inside the crystalline tower.

The Fairy Diary Day 243 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We came to a fork in the road before noon. A check with Rumble’s map revealed that each wends through a different pass. To the right it is shorter but you have to climb to reach it. The other is much longer. Noralei’s compass favors the first (but I feel it is only becasue it lies closer to the crystalline tower). My pendant was pulling me to the longer route. 

My mention of that decided the matter for my companions, and we took the left fork. However, even with the first step, the High Fairy’s admonition for haste haunted my mind – until a message appeared from him. 

They have entered the black crystalline tower and have found it empty. No birds, no bats, no trolls.  And no dark elves.

We followed the lead of my pendant and picked up the pace.

The Fairy Diary Day 235 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Everyone gathered in the Laguayilian council chamber at the request of Merlin. He invited Dunfallon to join him at the front and together they related to us all that has been discovered through the Dromadilians. 

While Dunfallon spoke, the wizard conjured up images on the wall behind them. The Dromadil scouts have been successful in penetrating the dark elves border at many points, but so far none have been able to enter or see into the black crystalline tower. 

From all reports they believe that there are very few dark elves. 

However, the trees everywhere are black – laden with myriads of dozing black birds. 

(The wizard’s image of that phenomenon changed to that of the tower). With that Merlin took up the explanation. A closer examination revealed that the tower was covered entirely with bats. And the plain between the birded woods and the bat covered tower was filled up with tents upon tents with trolls milling among them. 

The image of the trolls brought a cry from outside of the chamber from where Geog was watching. 

It was some time before Dunfallon and myself could comfort our friend.

The Fairy Diary Day 171 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I could see no other way around it. We needed to be on our way – all of us – as soon as possible. And in order to include Noralei in our number again I knew that I must call upon Merlin. 

So first thing upon rising, with Rumble and Dunfallon looking on, I took a hold of the pendant and summoned Merlin. 

We all expected him to appear immediately. But when he did not, we were all dumbstruck and could not move for the longest time. 

And we would have stayed rooted to that spot if my other pendant had not urged us to be on our way. 

We bid the trolls goodbye – which was hard, especially for Dunfallon. And Geog made it harder for he so wanted to come with us to help, but he understood our explanation that we did not want to chance frightening the refugees by his mere presence. 

After we left the troll’s valley and when their village was lost to our view – who should we see stepping from behind a great oak but our friend, the wizard, escorting our comrade Noralei. 

And before we could protest he transported our whole party not only from the spot where we stood – all the way to the other side of the mountain, but also late afternoon was changed to the middle of the night. At the moment he set us down, our fatigue was such that we lay down where we landed – with a promise from Merlin ringing in our ears that all would be clear in the morning. 

The Fairy Diary Day 167 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I awoke this morning from a deeper than usual sleep. I was thankful that it was not disturbed by dreams or waking visions. But I immediately knew something was wrong. 

Only one pendant was suspended around my neck. The one Merlin gave me was missing. 

The memory of Tog’s curiosity leapt to my mind. So I went in search of the pixie chief. 

And could not locate him. Nor indeed had anyone seen him since last night. 

In the middle of my dilemma, Geog returned from below. He brought news that all are welcome to come down to a clan meeting that the trolls are convening.  But I felt I could not go until I found my pendant. Rumble and Dunfallon agreed and we told the brothers to go on without us. 

They were reluctant at first until I suggested they could be a big help if they were to look for Tog and my pendant down in the valley. A homesick Grimace was quick to comply. 

So with some of Dunfallon’s new friends we scoured the secret places in and around the pixie burrow.

The Fairy Diary Day 165 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My rest was disturbed last night. I thought I saw lights floating in and around the trees. Come the morning light I was still not sure whether I had been awake at all or just dreaming. No one else mentioned seeing anything out of the ordinary. 

Perhaps it was only a portent for our day. 

We crossed the ridge of the hill at noon and got our first view of the lovely little valley where the trolls dwell. Geog veered off of the shortcut track saying the pixie burrow was over among a stand of pines. 

Before the trolls took two steps we were met by an unwelcoming committee. They recognized our troll brothers, but forbid them (and us) to come forward until they got a closer look at them. 

When Geog and Grimace passed their inspection, our trolls introduced us to their leader – a wizened old pixie (they consider him a sage) named Rumbletog. (I know, I’ll have to call him something else to avoid confusion). 

He gathered us in a special place where they meet with their oversized neighbors. 

A short explanation made all clear. The troll brothers’ family had believed that they had become renegades by leaving the valley. 

It was the first indication that all may not be well below. 

But all is not well up here either, for they turned to us for help. They have been haunted by glowing sprites in their pines every night. 

The Fairy Diary Day 159 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The ends of the fields are in sight. The plain ahead gives way to hills, and mountains rise behind them. Geog and Grimace say that their home lies in a high valley behind the second chain of hills. 

But we are left to wonder how close we are to the refugees. Surely they did not press as far as the territories held by the trolls and pixies. 

When I conjectured that possibility Geog rejected it as not necessarily so and argued that they could have avoided any contact with his people and done so easily. It all depends on how deep was the fear that drove them. They might possibly have passed through the mountain passes to the land beyond. 

I sincerely hope not given the state of their fields.

The Fairy Diary Day 153 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This has been the longest battle I’ve ever experienced – stretching from yesterday through the night – and ending only this afternoon. 

According to Caywyn the tactics employed by the trolls have never been seen before. 

First, they launched wolves over the walls to raise havoc within. A none too smart tactic as sometimes the wolves were seriously injured. Consequently Nimrood’s forces led by Caywyn easily dispatched the survivors of the first wave. 

And all praise to Rumble the second and successive waves were thwarted by his surprise reappearance leading a band of local fairies. They filled the air above the wall creating a protective spell that propelled the flying wolves back whence they came. 

Then during the night the trolls substituted fireballs for the wolves and pressed their attack in that fashion. Our aerial enchanted net held with the powerful aid of the High Fairy who arrived unannounced to lead Rumble and his troops. Thankfully his excellency was on hand to heal those fairies whose wings were singed. 

And Noralei and I met the last assault aimed against the gates themselves. A handful of trolls penetrated the outer defenses and hacked away at the gates. She and I dispatched one and just when I thought the others were going to overwhelm us Dunfallon astride his eagle seemingly attacked from all sides at once and Geog and Gimace pounded the survivors. 

Within moments a great cry arose from the troll camps as a great ring of Fire consumed them. 

Something caught my eye on the next battlement over. I turned and saw Merlin standing there with arms upraised.