Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Day 316 (294)((284)) and the Faerie Realm

Day 316 (294)((284)):
It was still Andros' home, but not the foyer where we usually arrive. It was a sitting room of sorts. Other than Vanity, I was surrounded by dwarfs, both male and female.They were smiling at us.
"Greetings, Kayla and Vanity. As you may have guessed, we are the High Fathers and Hedgi Jomfru," one male explained, "We wanted to speak to you. We would like to help our unique children to find each other. We are constructing an item that will speak mentally and let the receptive ones know they are not alone. Give it to your Lady of the House. She will use it properly."
"Nana is a good woman with a pure heart. She can be trusted with such a treasure. Her group is made of people she trusts, they will aid her in its use," I told them.
"Good, you confirmed our opinion. We shall have it for you just after dawn. By mid-day, you will able to go to the Faerie Realm."
Thanking them, we left Andros' home.
I awoke with Set's tail nearly pinning me on the bed. A light tickle caused him to move. My room had a window, originally meant for Set to fly in and out, not knowing about kirlan. The sky was getting lighter, but the sun was still below the lowland horizon. Feeling around, I found Nana already awake and at work.
"Nana, please meet me in the parlor. I have something to share with you," I mentally sent to her as I got dressed.
I was not surprised when I arrived and found her waiting. I was surprised to find her with some of her group. One of them stepped forward before I could ask.
"We apologize for intruding, but we heard your call to Gloria. We are just curious about what you wish to share"
I understood and asked everyone to be seated. I explained my encounter with the dwarf deities and that it was they who were providing the thing I wanted to share. Nana blushed when I told them they wanted her to be its bearer. The others thanked me for telling the deities that her group could be trusted.
During this conversation, I stopped speaking. I could feel something approach. In the parlor, a ball of light appeared in the middle of our assembly. The light floated around a bit, as if searching.
"Nana, hold out your hands," I instructed, "It is looking for you."
She held out her hands and the light came to rest on her palms. It faded, leaving a penny whistle of pure silver. Simple in construction, it was highly engraved and perfectly crafted. Nana started to protest, claiming no musical ability. I smiled and told her just to place it to her lips. Reluctantly, she did. Instructions poured not only into her mind, but mine and her group's as well. Nana laid the whistle in her lap, tears rolling down her face.
"Such a wonder. I do not deserve such. The gods have chosen a poor vessel to carry such grandeur,"  she whispered, choked up with emotion.
"They chose a woman of great character and of pure heart. You are not a poor vessel. For this task, you are perfect," I assured her.
She tried to hand it off to the others, but none would take it. Finally, I went and knelt before her, wrapping her hands around the whistle and caging them in mine. I pulled Faerie power into my voice to begin a sharing with her.
"Gloria Stormhammer, look into my eyes. Let me show you why you are the bearer of this instrument."
We locked eyes and I showed her dwarf after dwarf, adults and children, who, upon hearing the whistle, were freed from fear, confusion, and pain at being different. She saw happy faces thanking her for bringing them out of the lonely pit in which they felt trapped due to being "strange". Some thanked her for saving their lives as they were either suicidal or being abused for this ability.
The sharing was short, but it was enough. Nana clutched the whistle to her breasts. Her friends encased us in crushing hugs before excusing themselves. Nana went to find a box "fitting" for such an item. My sisters and our companions, including Set, were wide awake now. I informed them of Nana's gift and the wonders she and I saw it bring forth. We all headed to breakfast. Nana did not join us until we were nearly done. She was quiet, which was expected.
After breakfast, we went about packing. We heard the whistle's message even though we were too far away to hear the tune. Like our horn in Thantos, this spoke to the mind while the tune went to the ears. Unlike ours, only the receptive dwarfs could hear the message. The rest, if close by, would only hear the tune. Far away, the rest would hear nothing. It called to the receptive dwarfs, letting them know they were not alone, not freaks or unnatural or abominations, giving them comfort, and leading them to Nana and her group. Like fireflies on a moonless night, I felt pinpoints of hope, relief, joy, and gratitude.
 Leaving our packed belongings, we joined Nana, her group, Gorval, Lanara, and those being drawn by the whistle. Some were being followed by parents, spouses, children, and co-workers. Fortunately, very few were trying to stop the one being pulled. Many, especially parents, cried in joy at learning their "odd" child wasn't so odd and was spared from grueling purification and exorcism process. Gorval and Lanara smiled at us when they saw us. As they waved us over, they bumped each other's hand briefly. From that small touch, their auras changed, becoming similar up to the elbow. 
When we reached them, I asked them to step to the side with us. Slightly confused, they followed. Apart from the rest, with my sisters, I told them what I had seen when they touched. They looked at each other in shock. Excuses and reasons for them not to be together rattled around in their heads as they tried to voice them. To end their confusion, I grabbed their hands and pressed their palms together. Dumbstruck, they stared at each other as if seeing each other for the first time. Their auras changed rapidly, racing up their arms and engulfing their bodies within seconds. I released them, but they kept their hands together. Their shocked looks melted as they realized their true feelings for each other. 
We all returned to the growing group of dwarfs. Even though Nana had stopped playing, the message continued to pull the receptive dwarfs from the deep levels. Friends embraced in joy as they, finally, understood why they were drawn to each other. Nana and her group set about talking with them, letting them know they truly heard the message and those gathered were like them.
During a brief moment when she was not talking to the group, we told Nana we were leaving for the Faerie Realm. She hugged us, told us she would miss us, promised to continue this task and maintain Callie's home, and wished us a safe journey.
Gorval and Lanara followed us back in the house as we gathered our things. As we went to Callie's back door, we said good-bye to the staff and Kirklan. Callie promised him she would return after finding Gretta's and Sarah's families and getting everyone settled in their new homes. Kirklan joined Gorval and Lanara in seeing us to the Faerie door. I called for Talris. He appeared out the shining doorway, smiling.
"Greetings, Princess. The Faerie Queen has a luncheon waiting for you. She has business to discuss as well."
Waving and calling good-bye, we all crossed into the Faerie Realm.
Talris escorted us down the door-lined hallway to the dining room. Laid out was a feast. Special places and food were prepared for our four companions. We sat and ate at our leisure. Compared with the tension of our last visit, this was very peaceful.
Aloriana joined us as we were finishing. Other Faeries cleared the dishes. Once cleared, Aloriana began.
"Dear girls, I am pleased with all you have done. This world is blessed to have you and the Swords bringing long-lasting and much needed peace. Your deeds will benefit these lands for generations. I do have some sad news. Kayla and Callie, your parents are very worried about you. The letters you have sent trouble them. Callie, due to the unusual method of delivering them, your family refuses to open them and destroyed them as soon as they arrived. Kayla, without Callie's confirmations, your parents believe you have gone mad. They fear you are holed up somewhere, writing your 'delusions', and slowly going insane. They keep a vigil, hoping to catch your 'messenger' and ask about your health. Since, as we know, you are sending them through kirlan, this is a futile effort. On your behalf, I have asked your friends; Mattis, Kendar, Droland, and Mara to write or visit them to ease their minds. Also, Carmon has spoken to all of your families, applauding your deeds. These, too, they have dismissed, even attacking them for lying or even kidnapping you two. What else can we do to let them know the truth and the deeds you have done?"
Callie and I were very sad. I knew they could be hard-headed, but to deny all of these reports was beyond mere stubbornness. What was their reasoning? Did they find it impossible to believe us capable of these things? Did they still see us as their little girls and, therefore, incapable of any kind of achievements?
"Is there a Faerie door in Denar?" I asked.
"Not in the town, Daughter, but there is one a day or two to the south."
"That will not do, Mother. I guess kirlan is the best option. I can take Callie through kirlan while Set takes Echo. We will talk with them, explain the events we have witnessed, and hope they believe. If not, then we will bid them farewell and good life and return here. Should they believe, we may spend the night with them."
"A compromise, Daughter. Take the door that is closest to Denar then kirlan to the village. While I am certain you can reach there from here, I think you  need to mature a bit in your powers to control when you arrive. As the Faerie Realm is outside mortal time, you may appear too early or too late, possibly by years."
"Understood, Mother, I accept your compromise. Callie, are you willing to do this?"
Callie thought a moment before responding, "Yes, I am. Our parents should be told and allowed to accept or not accept as they are willing. But, it should be their informed choice."
Our other sisters agreed that our families should hear the truth from us without the distrust of being strangers.
Leaving our sisters, Callie, Set, Echo, and I followed Talris down the hallway of doors to one bearing the designation of being in the woods between Denar, Lorkan, and Bearser. Talris promised to stay near so, if there was trouble, he was there to be of aid. We thanked him, asked the door to take us there a few minutes after we left Stahendring, and passed through the shining door.
We knew these woods. We both remembered foraging in this area both for food and medicinal plants. Once we got a good feel of the place and Set marked a couple of trees and a large rock, I took Callie through kirlan to the central square of Denar.
Our arrival was announced by screaming. Some ran away. Some grabbed tools and confronted us. One of those approaching was one of Callie's brothers.
"Callie-girl? Is that you? What is going on? How did you appear out of nowhere? Who is this?" he asked as he tightened up on an ax, looking at me threateningly.
"It's me, Carl, Kayla, your neighbor," I told him flatly, looking up to meet his hard stare.
"Kayla? 'Callie's twin'? No, you are not Kayla," he moved closer to me, trying to be intimidating, "Tell me the truth, witch, who are you?"
"STOP!" shouted a male voice, "Carl, stop now!"
Callie's parents, some more siblings, and my parents came racing over to us. Our fathers stepped between Carl and us. Our mothers and some of Callie's sisters looked us over. We said nothing. Our marks were uncovered. Our mothers seized us in bone-crushing hugs. This calmed the others. After a few moments, they released us. My parents looked at me.
"It is true, what you wrote, about your eyes, hair, and height. Where... where is it?" they looked around nervously.
"He," I corrected, "is outside of town, waiting to make sure it is safe. Echo is with him. We wanted to keep them safe."
"Who is she talking about? Divine! You're talking about those beasts! Show them to us! We will free you from them," Callie's father threatened, punching his fist into his hand.
"We are partners!" Callie countered, "There is nothing to free us from! No one is a prisoner nor slave. How can you thing that?"
"Dragons, large or small, are demons!" came an unfamiliar voice.
A trio of old women tottered over. They were unknown to us. Their auras were clean, so they actually believed what they said. They moved between us and our families.
"We have read your letters, even the ones destroyed. We are truly concerned. Those people who came to tell us the 'wonders' you supposedly performed were, obviously, lying. Anyone who praises dragons cannot be trusted. Cast away these beasts, your foul swords, and those untrustworthy girls who claim to be your sisters."
Our families, friends, neighbors, and people who have known us all of our lives began echoing these three. We backed away, feeling threatened by those who should have made us feel the most safe. Several paces apart, Set and Echo appeared between us and them. Set growled, flames and sparks escaping between his lips. Echo flapped above him, copying Set. The crowd shrank back, fear coloring them all. The trio, the Trinity, began fishing in the clothing for something. We, swords included, laughed when they produced bottles of sparkling water. They were startled.
"Why do you laugh? Do you know the sacred water? Are your foul beasts and swords so powerful you do not fear its purity?"
"You've read our letters. We've told of several splashing events by many of those bottles. One more won't change anything," I challenged.
Of course, none of them believed me. We called Set and Echo to us and drew our swords. We invited them to proceed. The trio uncorked their bottles, began splashing us, and muttering odd words. With the bottles empty and their chant complete, they stepped back to inspect us. As we expected, other than getting wet, nothing happened. We did use the water to clean some dust off the swords and ourselves. Echo shook off the water and cheeped angrily at the crowd. Set, already warm from his flaming, had steam rising off of him into the cooler air. The crowd turned on the trio, asking why they failed and questioning its and their purity.
While they argued, Callie and I called a wind to dry us. We sheathed the swords.
"What do we do? I know we are not staying the night, but do we leave now or wait until they quit fighting?" Callie asked me mentally while watching almost the whole town shout at each other.
 "Let's give them a few moments," I suggested, "If they are still arguing by the time the sun is below Fist Hill, then we leave."
"Sounds like plenty of time," Callie agreed.
As they fought, we told Set and Echo which ones were our families and pointed out our houses. We kept track of the sun.  Vanity and Wrath recognized the mound of earth we called Fist Hill, telling us that, when they first saw it centuries ago, it was called Giant's Head. We could see how, way back then, it could have looked like a head.
The sun was sitting like a ring on the hill and they were still arguing. We were ignored and bored.
"Let's go," Callie stated, "This won't be resolved anytime soon."
"I agree, stubborn as dwarfs, arrogant as elves, and all too human. Bet it will be dark before they miss us."
Callie agreed. I focused on the marks Set left and took us back to the area near the Faerie door. Set and Echo were there a heart-beat later. Calling to Talris, he opened the door and we all crossed back into the Faerie Realm. He looked at us and silently escorted us back to the Faerie Queen and our sisters. Fortunately, with our sharing, we did not have to tell them how it went. They all consoled us and Aloriana showed us to rooms where we could rest. Callie and I wrote to our families one last time, letting them know it was up to them to re-establish communication. We also wrote to our friends to let them know not to go to Denar anymore unless necessary.
Set curled up with me almost human-like, his body against mine as we laid down to sleep. Vanity hummed a soft tune that eased my troubled mind into slumber.

Faerie Realm:
As there is no "day" and "night" in the Faerie Realm, hunger was my wake-up call. Set's hunger was also strong. As expected, food was brought in as soon as we got up. Some of my sisters were awake while others still slept. As we ate, Aloriana entered and saw I was still sad.
"Daughter, release them from your heart. I know they are your family and friends, but they are allowing others to think for them. I fear your home town is dying."
Thinking back, I remembered the lack of children and how many old people were there. Denar has never been large, but the population was stable, nearly one-to-one births to deaths. I opened to Fate and asked to see Denar is five years. I was shown a ghost town, devoid of all its people, wild and feral animals living in the remains of the houses, and only a cemetery to tell the tale. All of the elders lay there, plus some my parents' ages. Among those stones, I saw a double marker, bearing mine and Callie's names. They gave the date of our "death" as two days from our visit, most likely when they would receive our letters. Under our names was written, "Taken by Evil, Purity Lost". As the images faded, I got angry. Aloriana stared at me.
"They buried us!" I shouted in anger and pain, "Instead of trying to understand, they buried us as if dead. In five years, all the people are gone and the village abandoned."
"Abandoned?" Callie asked from the door, "Why? What could cause them to leave our home town?"
"I don't know, I only saw it empty, along with our grave markers. In a couple of days, they will declare us dead and bury us."
Tears fell down Callie's cheeks, hurt, anger, and sadness flowing out of her like it was out of me. Only once had anyone else been declared dead to our village and symbolically buried. He had been a troublemaker, thief, and a murderer. We had done nothing to deserve such. Callie let her emotions flow until nothing was left. I vented mine, causing the native animals to scatter. Aloriana patiently watched in silence.
Empty as we had never been before, we collapsed to sit upon the bed. Only then did Alorian speak.
"I know that was hard, but necessary. I have held on to your final letters, to make sure you truly were ready to part from them. Now that you have, they will be sent."
We numbly nodded. Our other sisters ran into the room, telling us the swords had informed them of my viewing. We all hugged without much talking, mental or verbal.
After a while, we all grew curious as to why the town was deserted. Going to a mirror, we asked to see why Denar was abandoned.
It was a few years from our last visit. All the elders were gone. No children played. No babes anywhere. The crops lay unharvested, rotting in the fields. The few people left looked haggard and sickly. The three old women, the Trinity, were bound and below nooses hanging from a large tree. Their robes were gone. Sores, open wounds, and boils covered their exposed skin. They shouted their innocence, claiming others had cursed them. They even blamed us and used Set's marks as evidence. No one believed them and they were hung as plague carriers. The remaining villagers pronounced Denar as cursed and took all that they could carry, leaving the women and village to rot.
Sarah looked at the hanging women, "I've seen that before. It is not a curse or disease that passes to others. Some women, trying to look younger, use a variety of things without understanding how they react together. My Mother Superior called it 'Whore Sores'. Those boils grow until they explode. Healing salves and potions make them worse. Each boil has to actually be poisoned. Belladonna and aconite are the only treatment. Washing the 'beauty' creams and stuff off lets the open sores heal. They must have 'treated' the townspeople as they got sicker, convincing them to not trust the food they grew nor the animals they raised. While hanging is harsh, they did bring it on themselves."
As the scene vanished, Callie remarked that neither of our families were among those left nor were any marked in the cemetery. We concluded that they left before this event. Briefly, we debated whether to warn them, but came to the agreement to let it be.
Shaking off the sadness, we all walked out of the room. We walked to the terrace that looked onto the Immortal Realm and stared at it a while. Echo, as the only one seeing it for the first time, had trouble understanding how all the deities lived in that "little mountain". It took a while to explain exactly where they resided.
Aloriana found us, looking a bit worried, "Girls, it was my hope you could ride out the rest of winter and visit the leprechauns and merfolk in spring. Alas, you cannot. The leprechauns have been dealing with a nuisance for a while. Ghosts, spirits, and similar entities are common because of ship wreaks, dangerous animals and plants, and territory disputes. Other than a fright, no harm has come from them. Lately, Talris has rescued a few leprechauns being actively pursued by such spirits plus undead. Each one has told the same tale: someone is mustering these beings into attacking leprechaun communities, demanding 'the Hoard', whatever that means. Their powers are falling short of any real relief. Others they have turned to are also at a loss. All I can do is let you skip the worst month of the storms and get you to the largest community."
 We looked at each other in shock. What possible reason could anyone have to organize undead and ghosts against leprechauns? There was nothing we could think of that leprechauns had that any of those beings could need or want. Gretta was especially hurt that family she had yet to meet was being actively abused. Aloriana asked us to follow her. She led us to an area that was part workshop and part laboratory. She got the attention of another female Faerie we recognized as Idona, the one who gave us the potion for Lord Carmon.
"Idona, our girls are in need. While Kayla can sense undead, the others cannot nor can any of them sense ghosts. Do you have anything to aid them?"
Idona listened intently to understand Aloriana's request. Once she understood, she began shouting to her assistants, who raced around the room, gathering supplies. What was, at first, chaotic mayhem quickly became very organised and orderly. Idona asked if we still had the charms we received to go through Brimgrove. All but a few of us had stowed them in our gear. It was a simple thing to call them to us. Once gathered, we gave them to Idona. She laid them out on the tables. Each assistant placed a drop of something in the hole of each stone. Drop by drop, they built up a pool inside each charm. Finished, the assistants stepped aside for Idona to inspect their work. Approving, she dropped what looked like a single grain of sand into each pool. Satisfied, Idona returned the pendants to us. Each now had a pale, nearly liquid, stone fully filling the hole in each stone. As she gave them back, Idona explained.
"Undead and spirits have aversion to the things that make up those stones: holy water, the special spring water, unicorn's tears, tears of an innocent child, a few other things, made solid by a grain of pure crystal. Any such being in a one hundred foot radius will cause them to glow. Will that be sufficient?"
We all agreed that it was good. While I could sense undead farther than one hundred feet, it would be enough warning against spirits. We thanked Idona and her assistants and put them on as we left.
Aloriana left us in the garden to determine the best Faerie door. The orphans had grown, the fliers zooming above the garden. We gave our companions leave to join them. The garden was still in full bloom with mammoth flowers and bushes engulfed in blossoms and fruit. The trees were also in full bloom and heavy with fruit. Bees, birds, and other small fliers flitted around the bounty. While walking around, we found the hive of the bees, natural hives, not the man-made boxes found in other places. We also found hornets and wasps, but they did not seem to mind us.
Set and the others found us, complaining of hunger. Right on cue, a female found us to guide us all to the dining room. Our companions did not wait for us to sit before launching into their portions. We laughed at their enthusiasm as we sat to enjoy our meals. We spoke of the garden and how much the orphans had grown. During our meal, we did discuss the situation with the leprechauns, trying to understand what purpose any undead, necromancers, or the like have bothering them.
Aloriana arrived as we were leaving. She told us a door near Snathdubh (snath-DU), the largest leprechaun settlement, had been found, but it was as least two or three days walk from there. We informed her that we didn't mind. She suggested sleeping here one more time so we would be fully rested to face what lay ahead. We saw the logic in that and decided to retire to our rooms. Set took a while to settle down, recounting all the orphans who flew with him and how much fun they had. Sleep snuck up on him and he started snoring in mid-sentence. Vanity and I laughed as we settled down to sleep.

We all woke and ate, steeling ourselves for the task before us. The Faeries brought our gear expertly packed. Over each, they laid fur-lined cloaks. They informed us they had added, rolled up in our mats, a deceptively thin blanket that was waterproof and very warm. They did request our shoes, saying that they had boots better suited to the cold and rough terrain. As ours were very worn, we did the exchange. The boots were very comfortable and fit well. Sarah was a bit shocked at how much her feet had grown since we met. We reminded her that, at fifteen to sixteen years old, growing feet was normal. They also gave us plenty of rations, in case the settlement was farther than anticipated or we had to set out a day to wait out a storm. We thanked them for everything as we strapped on our gear. Aloriana and Talris took us down the Hallway of Doors. The door we needed, like the one near Denar, explained where it was in relation to several places, including Snathdubh. Aloriana hugged us all and wished us a safe journey. With a wave from Talris, we walked through the shining doorway.   

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Day 315 (293)((283))

Day 315 (293)((283)):
Dwarf celebrations, in spite of their slow to change personality, seem to burst into being. Where, last night, was empty space was, this morning, as crowded as a human market. With almost a faire-like feel, dwarfs played games, drank, put on shows, and displayed fine wares for all to see. Nana and the staff separated Callie from us to get her "prepared" for the mid-day announcement. Kirlan, likewise, was excused from duty to get ready. The rest of us wandered about this grandeur, marveling at the sights. We encountered Kirlan's former master, who turned tail at the sight of us and ran. Some noticed this and came up to us to see the "terrible beast" he was going on about. Even standing on his hind legs, these others could not see what had frightened the man and returned to their activities. Others at this event got our attention. Set tested many pots, kettles, swords, and other items. Those that did not melt or shatter were permitted, by a guild master nearby, to add "dragon tested" to their items' descriptions. Gretta was pulled aside a few times to verify the purity of many items. Joban, unlike many humans, take honor from an honest deal. She found no fakes nor forgeries. She only found errors in grading, 10K instead of 14K, or minor flaws that only strong magnification could verify. Her discoveries did not anger the dwarfs. Instead, it challenged them. Some left to take up the task to making better jeweler's glasses to correctly grade their work. One asked Gretta to sit with him a while to get all of his wares marked correctly. We joked about her "abandoning" us and let her do her thing.
When we got around to the food vendors, Sarah and Lisa were nearly pulled apart by joban wanting everything checked. Set, Dawn, and Bo were given scraps by almost everyone. All but one they slurped down. The exception was a man who's food was heavily spiced. The meat was not spoiled nor tainted, but he insisted on "flavor, flavor, and more flavor". When our companions refused his food, a mob of dwarfs began chiding him and offering to show him the "right way" to season his food. By the time we got through there, our companions were full and we had food for over a week in our hands.
Gretta and several guards found us to take us to where the announcements were to be given. Some took our burdens and headed to Callie's house. Near the palace, a large stage had appeared. Gorval, Lanara, and the entire council sat at the back of the stage. We were guided to empty chairs near them. 
After a few moments, Gorval gave a signal and bells began to ring all over Stahendring. The population raced to surround the stage, eager for what they had to say. When a good crowd had assembled, Gorval stood and went to the front of the stage. He had a large cone-shaped thing in his hand. He raised this to his mouth and began speaking.
"Citizens of Stahendring!" boomed his voice out of the cone, "I interrupt your festivities for a few moments. On this day of celebration, we have a small bit of business. Several couples have let it be known they wish to wed. As their King, it is my honor to tell the city."
A cheer roared as finely dressed couples exited the palace to stand at the side of the stage. One pair at a time walked up next to Gorval as he announced them. The reactions ranged from gasps and groans to ear-splitting shrieks and cheers. Callie, Kirklan, and Echo went across the stage to Gorval, who proudly announced her as kin and him as the Speaker for the Master Miner.
From the crowd, a handful of dwarfs jumped upon the stage. They pulled the cone from Gorval's hand.
"Protest! Protest! We cannot permit this union! We cannot allow this horror to take place!"
"Horror?" Gorval asked as he ripped the cone out of the other's hands, "What horror?"
"A freak and an outsider. He hears voices and she is human. Allowing this would be a catastrophe."
The rest of their group agreed. Gorval was speechless. The council mumbled. The rest of us stood up and went to Callie.
"More abominations! These girls are a plague that must be stopped. They have spread their disease too far for too long. The cure is here!"
The protesters, about a dozen, brandished various weapons. Gorval and the council were too shocked to order guards to stop them. They expected us to plead, beg for our lives, but all we did was move Kirklan behind us. A quick mental conference was all we needed to know how to stop them. At the boards below their feet, we called to the spirit of the tree they had been. The protesters barely noticed the shifting wood beneath them. A loud crack was the only warning before wooden arms wrapped around their lower legs and feet. The crowd gasped as they watched the group become trapped by the stage. The protesters yelled and struggled, but could not free themselves. This allowed Gorval to call for guards to arrest them. As the guards were gathering, Gorval turned to the protesters.
"Explain yourselves. What is all this about?"
Coming to the conclusion that they were trapped, the leader decided to talk.
"I am a senior apprentice to his former master. I witnessed him stop in the middle of work and act like he was listening to something. We tried, but heard nothing. The things he said he heard was total nonsense. Even after severe beatings, he still insisted he 'heard' things. Our master had him purified and exorcised many times. He is a freak!"
The others echoed his shout. Gorval was at a loss. He looked at us.
"He is not a freak. He is unique, a specialty among dwarfs. The voices he heard were the bat-dragons, wild dragons, plus other beings who communicate mentally. He is one in twenty thousand who can understand mental voices. If we called, more could be found," I told them.
Doing quick mental calculations, many came up the with same, rather large, number of dwarfs with this ability. The protesters did not like that number and began demanding they all be found and expelled from not only Stahendring, but all dwarf lands. The crowd began to boo them, which surprised them into silence. They truly believed all the "normal" dwarfs would side with them.
From somewhere, Nana stormed onto the stage, followed by other dwarfs. She was angry, as were they. They confronted the protesters.
"You want to expel dwarfs who can hear mental speech? You believe such are freaks? Tell me, show me these 'freaks'."
The protesters, other than Kirklan, could not point out any. When they failed, Nana and her group faced off against them.
"You are looking at six such dwarfs. We have heard these things all of our lives. Do you call us freaks?"
Everyone gasped, including us.
The leader of the protesters started stammering, "Who...who are you...to challenge us? We...we are...from the...head clans...of this city."
Nana laughed, along with her group, Gorval, the council, and most of the crowd. The protesters looked confused and whispered to each other, trying to understand what was so funny. To enlighten them, Nana's group began introducing themselves. It shocked the protesters to hear that they were from what the dwarfs considered noble families, even though none held any titles like "count", "duchess", or even "lord". Nana went last.
"I am Gloria Stormhammer. Gorval's father was my uncle, my father's brother. Gorval and I are blood cousins."
"That explains why I kept seeing the two of them together as children," Alice mentally told us, "I didn't attempt to search family lines. No one asked and I did not want to be rude."
Kirklan and Nana, plus her group, looked at us and smiled.
Kirkaln whispered, "Thank you for such courtesy. Now I know who I have been hearing of late. Worry not, except when you were in the city, you were too far away for me to understand what you said to each other."
Callie whispered back, "That's alright. It's not like we were sharing dark secrets or anything. We've lived with elves who hear nearly everything, so we're not offended."
The protesters, thoroughly humbled, begged everyone for forgiveness. Gorval indicated for us to release them. We calmed the latent spirit in the wood and the arms became saw dust and fell apart. The protesters quietly left the stage. Gorval took up where he left off, announcing the rest of the engagements. Nana and her group quietly faded into the crowd. The guards remained in case there was any more trouble.
When the last couple had left the stage, Gorval faced the crowd, "Now, the reason for our celebration. In our stronghold, all the parts of the Master Miner are assembled and safe. The Foot, recovered from the Duergar, allows the one holding it to pass through stone and metal as if they were air and to walk on lava as if on a city street. The Wand, kept safe in the hoard of an ancient King dragon, summons beings and creatures of stone and underground. Finally, the Rod, held for three generations by our gnome allies, carved through even the hardest stone, finds gems and metals undetectable by any other means, and protects against weapons of stone or metal. Kirklan Thunderspike has been named Speaker for the spirit of the Master Miner and will be the main person who handles them if we have cause to use them. While we do not foresee the need, they are with us should the need arise. Now that the business is done, enjoy yourselves!"
The crowd cheered and began returning to the festivities. We told Callie and Kirklan to go and get better aquainted. Echo went with them. The rest of us ended up being pulled in all directions, each to our own specialty. Set and I were brought into many discussions of what it meant to be a dragon rider, comparing the partner bond between riders and Darrknots, and providing a group of scholars trips through kirlan. Everyone we spoke with insisted on feeding us, Set specifically. Many marveled at the variety of food he could, and would, eat. As bat-dragons' diet was entirely animal: bugs, spiders, rats, etc., the fact Set ate vegetables and fruits surprised them. They were also taken aback when he chomped rocks, until we explained what he did with them.
By dark, we were exhausted and stuffed. I sent Set to our room to go to sleep. At dinner, I explained our lack of appetite. Once they stopped laughing, they told of their days. Nana walked in and we all stood.
She sighed, "This is why I told you to call me Nana. Please, do not treat me special. I am still just Nana."
We looked at each other, then laughed, which caused Nana to look at us strangely. Callie went to her.
"It is not because of your name that we stand in respect. We give you respect for standing up against those people and telling the whole city your special abilities. We know how hard it is to be special among your own people. Just letting you know we understand."
Nana got teary-eyed. She pulled Callie into a tight embrace. They became the center as we joined in the hug. When we parted, Nana sat with us and told us about her life as a receptive dwarf. Even as a member of the royal family, she was still subjected to purifying attempts and exorcisms. She met the others in her group at a group purification. They became close friends through their trials. It was not until the arrival of dragons, riders, and others who spoke mentally did  they understand what they were hearing was nothing evil, bad, or unnatural. She and her group have made it their mission to find other receptive dwarfs. Unfortunately, none of them can send, which makes the finding all the more difficult.
We parted well into the night. I had to magic Set over as he was spread out over the entire bed. He was having good dreams and puffed in his sleep.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Day 314 (292)((282))

Day 314 (292)((282)):
During breakfast, I felt the presence of a dragon and rider. It was Erik and Scarlet. Nana and the staff followed us out to the landing site. With Erik was one of Gowgornok's Gengan councilors. Gorval, Lanara, and this councilor joined us. The Gengan had the Rod, encased in a bubble similar to the ones around the Wand and Foot. 
"Greetings, Your Majesty and company. As requested, I and this pair bring the Master Miner's Rod to take its place of honor with the other parts," he announced as he dismounted.
The dwarfs looked at it in awe, having never laid eyes upon it, since it had been with the gnomes for three of their generations.
"Thank you, Gengan," Gorval said softly, "Not only for bringing it to us, but for your people keeping it safe for so long. Please pass along our apologies to your people for all the evil you have endured to keep it safe."
"I will carry your apology to my people. It will please them to know you feel for their hardships and sacrifices."
Nana and the staff went home as Gorval led the Gengan to the secured room. He explained the difficulty they had in attempting to remove the Rod from its secured pedestal. Once again, the Gourdnos, formerly the oddlings, provided the solution. As we had told the dwarfs to speak to the Foot to move it, the Gourdnos instructed  the naghle (gnomes) to tell the Rod why they were attempting to lift it from its safe place. Once it understood, the shield condensed to form the bubble and the Rod was easily lifted and still contained. The Gengan laughed about how a week's worth of effort was not successful while a few seconds of truth moved "mountains".
In the secured room, the Gengan paused in wonder. He gazed at the other parts, unviewed by any of his people since they were fashioned. With great care, he set it on its place of honor. As he backed away to view the sight, the bubbles quivered. Invisible to most of those in the room, I watched the bubbles grow and merge into a single encasement. When I informed them of this event, they became puzzled and began pondering aloud as to why this occurred. Above the assembled parts, an image began to form. This silenced them. We all watched as it became a dwarf in ancient clothing.
"Well done, joban and kindred. All of my parts are in one place in dwarf keeping. Yes, I am Jordsonn , called the Master Miner. Now can I truly rest, knowing my items are with dwarfs and not being used for evil. I do not downplay the naghles' excellent protection nor Aper See's guardianship. However, dwarf land is home and it is where they belong. Joban, you may find wonders begin to occur. Even contained as they are, my powers, as they did during my life while I slept, will draw or reveal things of their own accord. Do not fear such events. Cherish them and celebrate them. Like now, enter young one."
At the door, a young male dwarf stood. With Jordsonn's encouragement, he walked cautiously to the area in front of the items and under Jordsonn's image. He looked terrified.
"This one was drawn to me. He is my Speaker. Through him, you will be told why an odd thing has occurred, if it is due to my powers. Also, if any item is to be used as it was designed, he will be the user. This is not his sole duty and he is expected to work else where, but this is his priority."
The male dwarf introduced himself as Kirklan, apprentice blacksmith. He had kept his head down from the moment he entered. Gorval, gently, encouraged him to look up. As soon as he did, his eyes locked on Callie. We three inhaled sharply. Kirklan was Callie's future husband. Kirklan and Callie stared at each other is stunned silence. Jordsonn's laugh broke the tension.
"My Speaker is a Sword Sister's soul mate. How glorious! A better match could not have been planned. I leave you now. Go, with my blessing."
 Jordsonn faded away. Numbly, the dwarfs and gnome filed out. Callie and Kirklan continued to stare at each other, ignoring the rest of the world. Echo's impatient chirp brought them back, making them laugh in embarrassment. As if they had been together for years, they took each other's hand and led us back to Callie's house.
Nana gave one look at Callie's and Kirlan's clasped hands and began weeping with joy. Between bouts of sobbing, Nana shown Kirklan around the house. Kirklan revealed that he had only a cot and a few shelves to call his own, just as the other apprentices had. Nana began barking orders for one of the spare rooms to be prepared for him. Kirklan went white. Callie began rattling all of the reasons for them not to do that. Nana, however, would not hear of it and charged off to make it happen. We all stood silently in her wake. Callie turned to Kirklan and began a rapid-fire apology for Nana's behavior and, half-hearted, vowed to correct her. He only smiled, which made Callie's words trail off into silence.
"Your mind must work so fast to get all of those words to come out so quickly," he told her as he took her hands, "A wonderful mind in a pretty face. The hope every man has for his mate."
Callie melted, letting her unsaid apologies fade away. We all went to the parlor and talked. We spoke of family, home, childhood, and more until we were interrupted for lunch. Nana was beaming as if Callie were her own daughter. The staff was also cheery.
Sometime later, a male dwarf charged into the dining room, glow and face red with anger. He looked around the room quickly then advanced upon Kirklan.
"There you are, lazy bum! Turn my back on you for one second and you abandon your duties. The others told me you walked out without a word. Quit your lallygagging and get to work," he ordered, pulling Kirklan out of his chair and towards the door.
"Unhand him!" Callie shouted and pulled Kirklan free of the other's grasp, "He is my guest and will stay as long as he wishes."
The blacksmith looked at them in shock. With a shake of his head, he confronted them, "Girl, this is no business of yours. He is my apprentice, therefore, my property. When he knows enough to make something of quality that pays me for his upkeep, then he can go sniffing skirts," then attempted to grab Kirklan again.
Callie placed herself between them. With a hard shove, the blacksmith pushed her to the floor and seized Kirklan. When he turned to leave, he was face-to-face with Set, who was standing on his hind legs.
With sparks and flames curling around his lips, Set told him, "Him stay. You go."
With an unmanly shriek, the blacksmith ran from the house. Set looked at us, expecting to be chastised. Instead, he was engulfed in a hug by not only us seven, but the staff, Nana, and Kirklan. Releasing him, we all returned to our meal. Nana informed Kirklan that, should his master kick him out, there was work and shelter for him here. He was speechless, but nodded in acknowledgement.
After lunch, we went with him to the blacksmith. As he sort-of suspected, his few belongings were packed and sitting outside the door. Two fellow apprentices were standing in the doorway, barring entrance. None of them spoke. Kirklan gathered his things without a word. A shout from behind got all of our attentions.
"There it is! There's the beast!" the blacksmith yelled, being followed by a few guards, "This is the creature that attacked me."
The guards looked at Set, us, Kirklan, the other apprentices, and the blacksmith. Scowling, they pulled the blacksmith from us. We could not hear them, but could tell the argument was heated. Finally, he stormed past us, pushed the other two apprentices in ahead of him, and slammed the door. The guards approached us.
"Sisters, that blacksmith will not bother you. The apprentices is out of a job, though."
"He has another job," Callie told them, "My household has skilled masters who can continue his training."
"As you say, Miss Callie, we leave him in your care."
They walked off.
We all went back to Callie's house. An older dwarf male met us at the door. He looked Kirklan over.
"Follow me, my forge is back here. Your stuff will be in your room."
Kirklan handed his few belongings to a staff woman and followed the blacksmith. Callie would have followed him if Echo had not, lightly, dug into her shoulder. Blushing slightly, she stayed with us. We all went with the staff woman to Kirklan's room. It was similar to the other rooms in the house. Kirklan's room was next to the blacksmith's, we were told, as well as other "laborers", meaning those, usually men, who's work was for the house but not in it.
Back in the central part of the house, we found Nana, speaking with Gorval, chatting easily. He smiled when he saw us.
"Heard Set tried to kill someone. Placed a curse on him by speaking strange words. Wants me to have a cleric watch him night and day to make sure he doesn't grow horns or something silly."
We just looked at him in shock. Set was making noises that told me he was trying not to cry. I bent to comfort him. Gorval saw Set's distress and also bent to look him in the eye.
"I did not believe a word of it. My guards, also, did not believe it. Your sad face tells me it is false. Fear not the likes of him. Such ideas are being chipped away to uncover a brighter future."
Set rubbed against Gorval, nearly knocking him down.
We all filed into the parlor. Gorval wanted to know what we planned on doing now that the Duergar were no longer a serious threat and all the parts are safe. We told him about Gretta's and Sarah's families we wished to meet. He warned us that going overland at this time of year was impossible. The ocean side of the mountains were piled high with snow, enough to bury a grown dragon. He also warned that flying was chancy as frequent snow showers erupted with little warning. He suggested waiting a month or more for the storm season to pass. Remembering our time travel, we told him we might visit Aloriana before going on, riding out the season in the Faerie Realm. This seemed to please him. He asked one favor of us, to stay the rest of the today and tomorrow so we could be part of the celebration they had planned to officially acknowledge the completion of the Miner's set. We agreed. We also added that he could announce the engagement of Callie and Kirklan. He beamed and said he would be honored. One of his household came to ask his plans for dinner. Stating that there was still much to plan, he left with his staff man. We, too, were called for dinner.
Nana barely spoke, tearing up every time she looked at Callie. We were told Kirklan and the others ate elsewhere. The staff buzzed about the celebration and getting Callie "properly dressed" for an engagement announcement. They speculated that she would not be the only one using this event to make such an announcement, which calmed Callie a bit. Kirklan met us in the hall to thank us, wish us good night, and give Callie a finely worked steel ring he had forged himself in "her" forge. Callie accepted it like a priceless golden and diamond ring. She told Alice that, while Alice's was lovely and well-made, hers was more valuable to her because it was made by him. Alice understood and was happy for her sister. We all went to bed in good spirits.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Day 313 (291)((281))

Day 313 (291)((281)):
We were woken gently, with a message to get ready quickly to meet the Keeper and Mech. Breakfast was a quick affair. When Lanara arrived, we were ready to go. She led us to the others at the entrance to the lower levels. Gorval and all the Darrknots were waiting, all in full armor and well armed.
"We have reports that the gray ones are amassing an army, preparing to invade, certain that we will not bring the Foot," the commander explained.
We left the body of the corp outside the secure room. A guard was trying to pick up the Foot, but the bubble prevented him from grasping it. He was near to hurting himself in his attempts. The commander stopped him.
"You grasp the wrong thing. Here, let me show you."
The commander placed his hands upon the bubble and firmly pulled. Neither bubble nor Foot moved. The commander was perplexed. He turned to us as did Gorval.
"What am I doing wrong? Why will it not move?"
"There is a bit of Jordsonn still in it," I explained, "You must tell it why you seek to move it."
"I see," he brightened and faced the Foot, "We promised our enemy the Foot would be with us when we confront each other. It must come with us now."
Before our eyes, the box reformed around the Foot and the bubble rose out of the table. The commander took hold of it and easily lifted it. The guard was dumbfounded. We left the guard and rejoined the Darrknots.
The population of Stahendring parted before us as we descended. At level thirty, we met the guards stationed there. They, too, were fully armed and armored. They reported no sign of Duergar. We set up an area to receive them as well as defend the upper levels. A pedestal was assembled to place the Foot in plain sight. The speaking device was already there and waiting. 
How long we waited, I don't know. Echo and the other bat-dragons alerted us when they arrived on level thirty-four and kept a running account of their action. The feelings of hate and anger increased as they grew closer. Also, I could feel the Mech, a strange coldness I had not yet encountered. It lived, that I could sense, but its form of life was hard to describe. Intelligence, that I could also sense. Callie could tell, even so far away, that it was malfunctioning, but could not tell its exact damage. It was not "ill" in any way Sarah or Lisa could feel. Alice and Anna, when the gray ones reached level thirty-two, began receiving individual histories and backgrounds. They let us all know the Duergar army only obeyed the Keeper and Mech out of fear, no loyalty, duty, honor, nor love tied them together. The Keeper felt out with his magic for the Foot. He brushed the bubble and became infuriated.
At level thirty, Gretta began to "hear" something, several somethings. Before they reached us, she confirmed the Keeper plus several Duergar carried magical items of various powers, values, and strengths. The Mech, however, did not "sing" to her.
They slowly marched into our lit area, shielding their eyes from what few crystals and grubs we had with us. The Keeper, just as we had seen him, carried something large and obviously heavy. A dozen paces from us, they stopped. The Keeper set down his burden and looked around, overlooking the box on the pedestal
"Where is it?!" he shouted, "Where is my father's foot?"
"Right here," Gorval calmly replied and pointed out the box, "just as we promised."
The Keeper approached and made to touch it. When his hand touched the bubble, he received a mild shock. This angered him even more.
"Foul bastards! What trickery is this? How do I know it is even in there? Show it to me!" he ranted.
Gorval lightly tapped the bubble.The box folded under the Foot once again. Satisfied, the Keeper returned to his men and the Mech.
"Now what? How do we decide this?" he asked/demanded.
"First," Gorval began, "we want to hear from your 'Clock'. This device will allow us to hear his voice."
"What? Impossible! Only I can hear him. No device can make his words heard by all."
"This can. It will not be harmed. You can place it in there yourself."
The Keeper looked over the device and, grudgingly,  agreed to do it. He lifted his burden and placed it on the thick mat. We seven proceeded to adjust the tiny rods around the Mech. We stopped when words were heard from the horn.
"...me speak. Let me speak. Let me speak," a monotone voice echoed in the tunnel around us.
"Speak, being of metal. We hear you," Gorval interrupted its repeated request.
"Others hear me? Finally, the truth can be told. I am no god. I seek no worship. I only wish to return home to Mechanicus."
"What can we do to make that happen?" Gorval calmly asked.
"This stone keeps me here. Remove it and I can leave."
"NO!" the Keeper shouted, "Your device lies! He wishes to stay here. I hear his true words," pointing at his head, "and he demands the conquest of the bastard dwarfs!"
The rest of the Duergar seemed at a loss. A few in the back crept away, back to the lower levels.
"Let us test it," Gorval proposed, "If it is a lie, no harm done and your burden is lighter to carry."
The Keeper pondered before telling us, "The stone cannot be removed, we have tried."
"Let us try," the seven of us spoke as one.
The Keeper waved a dismissive hand. Gorval gave us the go-ahead. Seven swords pointed at the Mech as we encircled it. Power flowed. Cracks began to form in the rock. The Keeper gave us his undivided attention when the first chunk thudded to the tunnel floor. More Duergar deserted at this opportunity. More stone collected around the Mech and device. A head, face, and shoulders became visible as the rock fell away.
"Yes, yes, I can detect the pull to Mechanicus. Continue, please," the Mech's voice sounded over the sound of dropping stone.
When his chest came free, we saw where the Foot had been.Cloth that may have been a coat or tunic bore the distinct outline of the Foot, explaining why the Foot had not passed through his metal body or the imprisoning rock. His arms were gone, melted to the elbows. As he was slowly released, we saw his legs were completely gone, up to the hips. Impressions of his fingers marred his sculpted chest and cut into the gears inside.
"FREE! I am free! I can go home now. Thank you. Thank you."
"Wait!" the Keeper shouted, "Help me get my father's foot back!"
"It is not your father's foot. Jordsonn Gudfarspokelse lost his foot and leg centuries before your father was even born. You have no claim to this or any item. You are not even full dwarf. Your father's grandfather was illithid. You are more of a bastard than any here."
Gasps sounded from both joban and Duergar. The Keeper faltered. Weapons were sheathed and Duergar blatantly walked away. By the time the Keeper found his voice, only one-tenth of his army remained.
"Lies! Vicious lies! I am Duergar! I am pure dwarf! Never have I seen the sun or sky! Betrayed! You shall all suffer!" 
The Keeper began pulling power from the items he wore and the items on the ones who stayed with him. A noise answered his actions, yet it was not from us. The Mech was vibrating, setting up a resonance with all of their items. Some dropped them when it became uncomfortable and ran. Others held on.The Keeper was straining to maintain focus. Finally, all the items shattered, becoming dust and shards. All but the Keeper fled.
"I...will...destroy...you...all," he panted.
"No, I cannot allow it. Ladies and beings, guard yourselves," the Mech warned.
We shielded ourselves as the Mech unleashed a mental attack upon the Keeper. He twitched under the assault. Blood began leaking from his ears, nose, eyes, and mouth. With a weird gurgle, he collapsed in a heap and did not move. The Mech sighed.
"I was summoned from Mechanicus to punish the Joban for betraying the 'true dwarfs'  by bringing non-dwarfs to these tunnels. When I arrived, I saw no betrayal, only a difference of opinion. I collapsed the tunnels to separate two conflicted territories. 
"The Foot fell to the lower tunnels. I saw a Duergar catch it and run. I followed. When he walked on lava, I did not understand how. I erred and took after him on the lava. Gaining the Foot from him killed him but offered me no protection. I struggled until I could no longer move. I gave myself to the lava, but only became encased in rock. When I was found, I hoped exchanging the Foot and the knowledge I received from it would give me my freedom. As you know, it did not. By my 'authority', that one did evil things. He betrayed his people's beliefs and way of life. I have fulfilled my summons. I can return to Mechanicus with a clean conscious."
"None of this was your doing? Your orders?" Gorval inquired. 
"Not a bit. I begged, pleaded, did everything I could to stop him. If he heard me, he heard wrongly."
"He did hear wrongly," Alice spoke up, "His mental hearing was weak, hearing only parts and pieces. He worked those bits into what he wanted to hear. More than half of the time, it was his wants alone he declared to be the will of the 'Divine Clock'. He believed if he said it was its 'will', the Duergar would follow more easily. His father gleaned information about Mechanicus and believed that realm was paradise and preached to the others to make their region mimic Mechanicus."
"It pleases me to know my words were misunderstood and it was his will that caused all those problems. Dwarf King, Sisters, do I have you permission to return to my home realm?"
We all gave him his leave. With a sigh, the Mech seemed to fold in on himself and vanished.  The Keeper's body lay in a bloody mess in the tunnel. We felt the Duergar would not retrieve the body so Gorval permitted Set to cremate it. The bat-dragons helped him to quickly render the body and blood to ash, including bones and clothes. The ash was swept up and placed inside a jug that was lying nearby. Gorval told Lanara to pen a letter to the Duergar telling them the state and location of the Keeper's remains and for them to indicate if they wished them returned. The Foot was taken back to the secure room and we all exited into the full light of day.
It took a bit to realize what time of day it was. A servant came out of the Palace to ask Gorval who would be joining him for the mid-day meal. The Darrknots went to their barracks as did the other guards. We seven, our companions, Gorval, and Lanara were the only ones to follow the servant back into the Palace. 
As we ate in silence, I sensed the dwarfs were pondering something of great concern. About half-way through the meal, Gorval broke the silence.
"Ladies, I do not know how to thank you. Without you, this could have escalated to a true battle. Untold death and destruction has been averted. Casualties were kept low and renewed alliances were made. The gnomes' reports did not exaggerate when they told of the wonders you worked for them. I am almost embarrassed to ask for more help."
"What is it, Sire?" Callie asked, "We want to help any way we can. This will be my home and you are family. The staff in my house are paid by you, you pay for the upkeep of it and them, you've put up with us in spite of the strange things we've done, plus many other things. We have no reason not to help, no matter what it might be or if..."
"Yes, yes, Callie, thank you," Gorval interrupted her ramblings, "We have the Foot. The Rod will be here soon. The problem is we still have not had any luck locating the Wand. We cannot even determine which direction to begin searching."
"Have you a map of this world?" I asked.
"Yes, in our war room. It is one of the most detailed maps known," he replied, hope brightening his face.
"Let us go there when we finish here and locate the Wand," I suggested.
With a nod, we returned to our meal.
We followed him to a room similar to the map room in Thantos. This room, however, had chests away from the painted walls. We were surrounded by land and ocean maps on the walls. Above us, a full star chart was painted in exacting detail. The floor was covered in soft rugs with elaborate designs that fit in this room. This map needed no updating like Thantos. Drow, Givagar, Duergar, plus many others were documented as precisely as Vanity had revealed in Thantos. With no shelves to impede it, this one recorded the fullness of Crialas and the land across the sea to the east.
"So, now what?" Gorval asked, slightly impatient.
I took out a few of Set's scales, "Scales of the Emperor, locate the Wand of the Master Miner, known in life as Jordsonn Gudfarspokelse," I requested of the small pile of gray-green scales.
From my hand, they rose and circled the room. They went to the wall depicting Crialas. Around and around the scales circled that land, growing tighter as they focused closer to the Wand. Finally, they encircled a spot not far from Crialas Pagaou. We seven looked at the spot and chuckled.
"What is so funny? Ladies, explain," Gorval nearly commanded.
"The Wand is safe, Sire," I told him as we stepped away,"In fact, it is in the care of a friend of our's."
Aloud, Gorval read, "'Cavern of Aper See'? Who or what is Aper See?"
We told him about Aper See, Chobi, Chobin, and Chobo. We explained how we had come to meet them. The dwarfs were amazed.
"Does he know he has it?" Gorval asked when he could speak again.
"Yes, Aper See knows every item in his hoard. He, lightly, threatened us, when we were looking for a chalice, that he would know if anything else was taken," I answered.
"We must contact him, ask for the Wand, hopefully he will let it go," Gorval nearly pleaded.
"He and the girls are powerful wizards. A wizard's glass should work," Anna informed the dwarfs.
Gorval opened the door and yelled for one to be brought immediately. Many complied and over half a dozen were handed to us. We chose the largest, one bigger than Set's head, so Gorval, Lanara, and a few councilors, who arrived to investigate Gorval's odd command, could comfortably view it with us. We called for Aper See. We seven were not surprised to see Chobi instead.
"Sisters? Aper See is currently flying. May I be of aid?"
We asked about the Wand. She, in turn, mentally asked Aper See. He told her and she quickly recovered it. The dwarfs gasped and cheered when she held the tied-together bones for us to see. They began asking how soon it could be brought to Stahendring.
"Why the rush, joban?" Aper See's deep voice boomed through the large glass, even though he was in shadow and unseen, "It has laid here for almost three hundred years. Why the sudden interest?"
"We seek to reunite the three parts," Gorval answered, "We have one and the second is on its way. We have been searching for the Wand. If not for the Sisters, we would not have known you had it."
Aper See laughed, "Who did not know, when they were here, that I had it or you sought it. Do you plan to summon elementals or any of the like? I just want to know what kind of situation I am dealing."
Gorval explained what had happened and how they had gotten the Foot. He also told about wanting to keep "valuable dwarf artifacts" in dwarf land. Aper See understood and instructed Chobi to transport it to Stahendring when her daily tasks were complete. Chobi acknowledged the instructions and told us to expect her before sunset today. We said good-bye and her image faded. The dwarfs turned to us.
"Crialas is very far," one councilor pointed out, "By what power can she get from there to here?"
"Kirlan, councilor. Aper See's apprentices have learned how to use it to travel. With us here, as people she knows, she can find Stahendring by finding us. After that, she can travel here at any time as a place she has already been," I explained.
The dwarfs gasped. Anger rushed to color nearly every one's glow. They began to complain about "uninvited guests", invasions, no place being "safe", and other things I couldn't understand as they were all talking at once. It took a while for them to run out of words.
"Everyone, please, it is not like that. She can only travel to where we are and where she has been. If she does not go to somewhere, she cannot appear there. Also, if you tell her where she is permitted, that is the only place she will go," I told them.
The dwarfs did not seem convinced. Their distrust of elves, magic, outsiders, and a host of other things warred against our insistence that they had nothing to worry about. They continued to lay out reasons to not allow Chobi to come to Stahendring. We could not convince them. They left, vowing to keep "her" out of the city.
"What do we do now? They'll do something to Chobi even at the risk of not getting the Wand," Callie noted sadly.
"Let's call Chobi back, warn her and Aper See about the dwarfs' anger," Lisa insisted.
We agreed and called for Aper See again. This time, we were greeted by a very draconian face.
"Sisters? What now? Are the dwarfs that impatient?" he asked playfully.
"No, we called again to warn you and Chobi. The dwarfs are upset that she could come and go as she pleases, taking anything she wishes, and disappearing without a trace. We told them she would not do such, but they do not believe us," I told him.
Aper See frowned, a truly sinister look on such a large dragon. He called Chobi and told her the situation. Tears welled up in her eyes, a riot of emotions coursing over her expressive face, stealing her voice. Aper See, however, had no trouble speaking. In dragon, he began chanting. The world shifted.
Suddenly, the seven of us, our companions, Gorval, Lanara, and the entire dwarf council were standing in Aper See's cavern, with Aper See and his girls facing us. The dwarfs, amazingly, were silent.
"Dwarfs of Stahendring, I am Aper See. Chobi, as well as Chobin and Chobo, is my apprentice. She was instructed to go only where you let visitors travel in your city. She was instructed to bring you the Wand, stay as long as you wished, and leave. As you see around you, there is nothing of value you have that I do not have in abundance. Also, as you may have noticed, I can pull anything, and any one from your city with little effort. Since you are here, Chobo, hand them the Wand, to complete their set."
Chobo stepped forward and gave Gorval the bound together bones. The power radiated from it just as the Rod and Foot. Gorval stared at it, speechless. The council, however, became very vocal, assaulting Aper See for "abducting" them, the King, us, and for his audacity to question their decisions. Aper See let them yell. Gorval, Lanara, and we stepped to the side to not get caught between stubborn dwarfs and a very large dragon. Even such an ancient dragon can run out of patience. With total control, Aper See vented a stream of flame around the council. Their gasps stopped their yelling.
"Enough, joban. I have no interest in kidnapping dwarfs. Your 'treasures', even the three parts, also do not interest me. I did this to show you that you are not as in control as you believe. Also, you cannot seclude your people from the rest of the world. Other races have skills you can use, including keeping such as I from doing what I just did. Conversely, many races can use your skills. Selvis learned that when dwarfs opened up mines humans deemed too dangerous to enter, let alone dig. That kingdom also learned that other races have much to offer. I don't suggest that you must love them or even like them, but an open mind can open many doors."
The dwarfs thought silently, contemplating his words. In their place, Gorval approached Aper See.
"Elder, fellow King, you have my thanks for keeping this artifact safe all these long years. My people will know who has protected this treasure. Your words speak true, a lesson many of my people need to learn if we are to grow and prosper. You and your apprentices are welcome in Stahendring any time. As these seven have shown us much that was forgotten, maybe you can continue our education."
Aper See nodded once. Everything shifted again. We were back in Stahendring on the large flat ledge the riders use to land. The council took a while to readjust to their location. Gorval was pleased to see he still had the Wand in his hands. He started walking away, heading for an opening to the lower levels. We followed. We heard the council run to catch up to us.
In the secure room, Gorval gently placed the Wand in its designated spot. The council began murmuring about how to protect the Wand or if it needed protection at all. Since it would not pass through the stone, they argued that it could lay bare next to the Foot. As they talked, we felt something. The calling power of the Wand was drawing something to us. Not dangerous, but something was coming to the room. Soon it, or rather they, arrived. Through the door, thousands of glowing grubs, cave spiders, rats, bats, and other cave-dwelling creatures poured around the dwarfs, trying to get as close to the Wand as possible. We all moved out into the hall and watched more creatures running from both directions. Gorval made the obvious statement that containment was necessary.
"But how?" a councilor asked, "All of those creatures? We can't even get near it."
"These are creatures of the dark. We shall bring in the light," Alice said and nodded to Dawn.
Dawn was already getting bright as she took off and entered the room. Squeals, squeaks, chirps, plus other noises preceded the stampede of animals running out, crashing into the ones being drawn by the Wand. Dawn flew out, shining like a dozen suncrystals, causing the other animals to turn and run. She held a position just outside the door. We ushered the dwarfs back inside. Just as with the Foot, the dwarfs called for help from the High Fathers to contain the Wand. A bubble like the one around the Foot formed, encasing the Wand and cancelling its pull on the dark-dwelling animals. Dawn stopped shining as the animals returned to their normal lives. The dwarfs stared at the Wand and Foot, their minds processing what they had just seen. Gorval and Lanara asked us to follow them.
Outside, Gorval asked about Dawn. He looked at her like he had never seen her before when we told him how she could glow. We noticed it was nearly dark. They headed to the Palace while we went to Callie's home. Nana had to thoroughly check over all of us. Apparently, while we were with Aper See, they had looked all over for us. She had to make sure we were whole and healthy. We explained during dinner, which resulted in some broken dishes.
We were all very tired when we, finally, got to bed.

Day 312 (290)((280))

Day 312 (290)((280)):
I am not sure how long we slept before Echo's mental cry woke us. She relayed that a Duergar had been sighted on level thirty-three. We magicked our clothes on as we raced out into the dark of night. Darrknots were heading towards the trapped rooms. Gorval and the Darrknot commander stopped us at the entrance to the lower levels.
"This is well planned, but we would like you to monitor what is happening," Gorval explained.
We set up a place to sit and let our perceptions give all of us the details of the actions below us.  
The Darrknots quickly secreted themselves in the dark rooms. The bat-dragons did not hamper the gray one's path. This led him to feel confident and smug, convinced the "Clock" had truly found the perfect opportunity for his incursion. He quickly traveled to the higher levels. As planned, the rugs, tapestries, and other materials forced him to take the designed paths. He quickly found the trapped rooms and chose one as both the Keeper and his own greed told him to seek. In short order, he entered one and was caught. As soon as we told the others of his capture, we proceeded to the trapped room. The Darrknot within secured the Foot in a small wooden box.  The gray one fought feebly to regain the Foot, but was denied and subdued by the Darrknot.
We arrived at the room marked "Treasury" to find the Duergar in shackles, begging for death from his captor, stating that the "horrible deed" we had done to Larix was worse than death. The Foot, through the small gaps in the box, radiated the same feeling as the Rod had before it was encased. We assured Gorval and the others it was still within and had not been switched. The Duergar was taken away as we found a place to sit and examine the Foot. 
"Can such a simple thing keep this Keeper from retrieving 'his' property?" Gorval asked the assembly as a whole.
"Uncertain, Sire, but now would be a good time to call upon divine aid," I responded.
The dwarfs nodded and encircled the box. In an older form of dwarfish, they asked for protection of this item from being spirited away. Around the box, a bubble of power formed in the colors of dwarf magic and divine energy. Soon, Foot, box, and a hand-span around it was encased. None of us could sense the Foot. We hoped that the Keeper was likewise blocked. We all stood in silence, staring at the box and Foot, which, to those who could not see magic, hovered in the air above the outstretched hands of the dwarfs. The "floating" box was handed to the Darrknot commander and he led to a secure area. 
A couple of levels and several thousand feet later, the bubble rippled as another power touched it. We stopped. The other power continued to range over the bubble, searching for any way pass it to the Foot. When no path was found, the power assaulted the divine energy. Sparks arced over its surface. The dwarfs backed away save for the commander who was holding the bright ball, his gauntlets keeping him safe.
"What is this?" several asked in awed whispers.
"The Keeper wants the Foot back," Alice said plainly.
The assault continued for many moments. The commander "dropped" the bubble, yet it still hung where he had held it. The dwarfs stood there, helpless, with no idea what to do. Many of them looked at us, silently pleading to end this activity. Seven swords were drawn. We encircled the sparking mass.
"Power follows power. Return to the caster," We intoned together.
Seven points of magic pierced the sparks. The lights died almost instantly. We continued to pour power, following the invisible trail back to the Keeper. I could not tell if my sisters sensed it, but I rode that power to him. I felt his pain and anger from this counter attack and being denied "my" property. Using the power we were funneling, I, with my sisters' agreement, projected my image to speak with him.
"Keeper," I began as my image formed, "you are denied. The High Fathers guard the Foot, which is in the jobans' keeping."
The Keeper looked up from his conjuring, eyes a bit bleary from focusing in very little light. He took a moment to hear my words and understand my meaning. Anger flared and he knocked his workings across the room.
"Chimfla! Filthy bitch! They...you have no right! That is mine! My father's foot belongs to me, as his only family. The Divine Clock rescued it and enchanted it and his leg to compensate for his maiming. I demand the return of my property!" he screamed at my image.
I slowly shook my head, pitying him in his ignorance. I knew trying to tell him the truth was useless. Instead, I issued our challenge.
"Come and get it, then. You and the Clock. Meet us in level thirty. Prove the superiority of its power and yours. If you are stronger, the Foot is yours."
He stood in silence. Finally, he answered, "Fine! When?"
My sisters funneled the dwarfs' answer. I told the Keeper the time, which was the next day. The Keeper demanded that the Foot be present when they arrived or the Duergar would invade that very day. Upon our agreement, he dismissed me like a servant. To spite him, I did not leave immediately, but looked about to see if the Mech was in this room. Not seeing it, I left.
Returning to myself, the dwarfs were staring. My sisters relayed that they had told the others what we had said to each other. The Darrknot commander retrieved the Foot and carried it to a special room. They placed the Foot, box and all, in a place of honor with a plaque telling the Master Miner's history and the powers of Foot, Rod, and Wand. They also had places for the other parts.
"When the Keeper and Clock are defeated," Gorval explained, "we plan to reunite the three parts. While we know where the Rod is, we are still searching for the Wand."
The bubble sank through the table to allow the wood box to sit upon the spot assigned to it. After sitting it down and backing away, the box changed. The top and sides slid down to form a tray, leaving a layer of wood to cradle the Foot. We all left and followed Gorval back to the Palace.
The sun was up, but had not been up long. We seven went with Gorval, Lanara, the Darrknot commander, and a member of the council to the royal dining room. A hearty dwarf breakfast was laid out. More chairs and seating were quickly added when they saw the King had extra guests. We all sat and ate for a while in silence. The dwarfs were sorting out their emotions and ideas. The commander and Lanara were already accepting what had happened. Gorval was slowly reconciling this morning's activities and coming to accept divine and magical influence. The councilor, however, was hardening, using the things he had witnessed as fuel for anger and hatred. Slowly, he gathered his courage.
"Sire," he finally began, "I must, officially, log my protest. Kayla is not joban nor even dwarf. Neither she, nor they, has any authority to speak on our behalf. I know it is done and cannot be undone, but I needed to be heard."
Gorval looked to Lanara to confirm she had recorded his statement. When she finished, Gorval spoke.
"Councilor, I hear your protest. As you said, it is done and cannot be undone. I, however, am grateful it was she, and they, who made the challenge. How else could we have issued it? Any messenger would have been captured or killed. The Jambacas, likewise, may have been harmed. With their power, no one was in danger. Furthermore, Faerie was known far and wide by many as neutral beings and, as such, can be a liaison between joban and Duergar. Is my position clear, councilor?"
"Crystal clear, Sire. I shall inform the rest of the council of your position so no further protests shall be logged," the councilor rose, bowed, and left. The Darrknot commander left as well.
Lanara finished her transcribing and set the record aside to finish eating. Gorval silently finished his meal and left. We looked at Lanara.
"Protocol," she said after swallowing her last bite, "Council is allowed to voice a protest to the King's actions if they perceive a breach in protocol. You did not ask to issue the challenge. We understand that you seized the opportunity and we find no fault in that nor you. Some, however, demand strict adherence to protocol."
We understood. Lanara escorted us out of the Palace. 
News of the Foot's seizure was coursing through Stahendring, causing a nearly steady stream of dwarfs to the holding room to look upon it. Also, the Keeper's error in who's foot it really had been was a heated topic as well as what they expected from the Mech. Guards were placed at the lowest joban levels to make sure none from below tried anything sneaky. We seven, Callie specifically and often, were pulled into some of these debates during the day. As Callie had actually channeled Jordsonn, she became the center of many discussions. The population wanted to confirm that the history on the plaque was accurate and complete. This took up most of the day, lunch being shared by the debating dwarfs. 
We were very tired when we, finally, returned to Callie's home. Nana and the staff did not fault us for refusing dinner and going to our rooms to rest. Our companions were fed well and joined us afterwards. As we settled in, we prepared ourselves for tomorrow's confrontation.