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Dulbbe Tries...

8/30/2023

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Dulbbe and Ffion are still in Room 101 of the Shadows' King castle, trying to see if they can find out anything that would help the Realms before the Dragons return but so far things are not working out as planned.

​It also didn't take long for Dulbbe to see that Ffion was slowly losing her temper.  
​"Her growling at the orb won't solve the problem," he thought to himself since he knew better than to say it out loud.
"You stupid thing!  If you know where my father is - tell me!" she hollered at the glowing green orb.  The only response she received was "Your question is incomplete.  What knowledge do you seek?"
"Queen Ffion, how about if I attempt something," Dulbbe asked.  Ffion just waved her hands at the orb as if dismissing it and stepped back.  "Okay !! See if you can get this stupid thing to work," she told him.
Dulbbe knew that this could be his chance to have her see him in a new light.  He could become the hero who saves the Kingdoms and helps her find her father.  All he had to do was figure out the right questions to ask the orb.  Stepping up the to table and facing the glowing orb, Dulbbe thought for a minute before asking his first question.  
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​"Is the Shadows' King safe?" he asked the Dragon face in the orb.
"Safe is a perspective concept.  What knowledge do you seek?" answered the orb.  "At least we are getting partially somewhere," Dulbbe muttered to himself before changing his next question slightly.  "Does the Shadows' King have a way to find  his way back to this castle?"
It took a minute and the orb flashed bright green several times before answering.  "Yes," said the orb.  Before Ffion could interrupt, Dulbbe asked his next question.  "Is there anyone with him that can help him to return and who are they?"
Again, but taking a bit longer to respond, the orb answered.  "Yes.  A Spite and a Dragon."
Dulbbe knew that The CAT was Hungry's (oops - Dree's) Spite, but another Dragon was helping the Shadows' King? "That was interesting indeed!" mused Dulbbe.  But then he remembered, as he was so focused on wanting to have Ffion appreciate him, that they were here to see what information they could find about the Dragons returning.  
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"If the King and companions continue as they are, how long before they will arrive in the Realm of Wymsy?" Dulbbe asked the orb, not expecting a useful answer.  He was surprised when the orb immediately replied, "At their current rate, I would expect them to arrive sometime after the Herald and some of the other Dragons return."
"What!!!" cried Ffion as she stepped back up to the orb and peered into its glow.
"Your question is incomplete.  What knowledge do you seek?" answered the orb.
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Leaking Light...

8/22/2023

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A green glow of light leaked under the door of room 101 in the Shadows' castle.  Occasionally it would flash brighter then darker, but the light did not go off.  As one of the servants passed by they noticed the light leak from under the door.  "I must bring a mop and clean this glow up before it leaks any further," the servant grumbled as he headed off down the hall.  
While Efem and the Dowager Griselda were working to find out more information about Aralt the Herald, others were following up in another direction.  But Dulbbe being the multi-tasker that he was also was thinking of Queen Ffion and how much he adored her.  "When I was a bookkeeper, it was a distant dream," he thought, "but as a King, who knows?"  Because of this, Dulbbe was taking every opportunity to cement the relationship between the new Shadows' Queen and the Troll Kingdom.  This meant that he would find some pretense to visit the Queen's castle every chance he got.  One day it would be for something he forgot in his old rooms and the next day it was because he wanted to maybe borrow a book to read.  It was the book idea that reminded him about another opportunity he could use to help on the Dragon's return.
Sitting in Ffion's receiving chamber Dulbbe said, "Recently, before becoming King, I discovered an orb in your library," he told Ffion looking up through his thick glasses.  "It started to teach me the language of the Dragons and based on what request that I ask, possibly other things.  Perhaps if we look into it together, we will be able to tell the others what we find?"

​"Which room is it in?" asked Ffion.  "I would like to show the "Olders" that we can do our part."
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It was the 'we' that made Dulbbe smile.  "She thinks of us as a 'we'," he happily thought with a dreamy look.  "It was in the library," Dulbbe answered as he gazed at Ffion with a sappy smile.  "In Room 101."
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It took a minute before Ffion realized that it was in that room her father had locked himself into prior to his disappearance.  "Maybe he was doing the same thing," she thought.  Without a further hesitation she stood and started towards the library as Dulbbe realized she had made a decision and tried to keep up with her.
"Did the orb glow green?" she asked Dulbbe as she passed through a doorway.  Surprised for a moment from her question, the Troll King stopped in his tracks and looked at her back as she continued walking to the library.  Realizing she was not going to stop, he hurried to catch up with her "How do you know that?" Dulbee asked.  ​
"I delivered a meal to my father before everything happened and he was yelling at a green glowing orb with a picture of a Dragon's head in it," she answered.  "I forgot all about it until you mentioned the room that he was in.  Room 101."
As they neared the room, it was Dulbbe who noticed the green glow emanating from under the door.  "It must still be there," thought Dulbbe.  Ffion quickly opened the door and stepped in with Dulbbe following.  "I found the orb on the third shelf in row four..." said Dulbbe but as he entered the room and looked towards the shelf, he realized it was no longer there.  It had been placed on a ledge near the doorway by the King when Awena and the Dowager had told him that the Dragon tablet was on it's way to the castle carried by a Borrower apparently forgotten.  Ffion picked it up and walked towards a table to set it on.  As she placed it down, she turned to Dulbbe.  "How does it work?" she asked.
"You ask it a question and if it has the knowledge it will answer.  If it does not or your question is incomplete, then it will tell you that too," replied Dulbbe.  Impatiently the Queen looked at the orb and asked "Do you know where my father is?"  As the orb flashed bright green for just a second, it answered.  "Yes."
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As Ffion waited for it to say more, the orb only continued to glow.  Exasperated, she growled, "What to you mean 'yes'?"
The only response she got was "Your question is incomplete.  What knowledge do you seek?"  Dulbbe knew that this was going to take a little time...
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In the Grove...

8/16/2023

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The feeling in the air was crisp and magical as Efem entered into the Sacred Grove.  Every type of tree grew here.  There was the grand old Oak, bending Willow, sweet Maple, the thorny Hawthorne, evergreen Pine, ancient Yew, and many others.  Here is where the sacred trees lived and by their roots, talked to all of the other trees in the Realms.  Not just in the Realm of Wymsy, but in every realm and in every land.  This was the home of the Dryad's Root Connection.  
The Root Connection ran deep and far.  The only problem was that it was slow.  Most messages sent via the Root Connection were answered by some other service like the Flutterbys or the Bee-Gs since this connection was even slower than Snailmail.  The only reason anyone used this approach was that the Root Connection's knowledge ran very very deep.   The ancient Yew was thousands of years old and had heard lots of gossip (news) in it's many years.  This is what Efem needed.  "Knowledge from the past," she mumbled to herself as she walked to the stone platform in the center of the grove and stood, waiting for the trees to acknowledge her. ​
Sometimes she had to wait days for the trees to notice her as their world ran a little slower than hers.  "At least I am not trying to talk to rocks," thought Efem.  "I am sure I would be waiting longer," she figured, "but then again, I wonder what we would talk about?  Would I take what they say for 'granite'?" snickered Efem as she thought about how many other puns that would fit in the conversation.  "I wonder if the rocks would even notice the puns?"
It was as she was thinking about rock puns, that the Willow spoke to her.  Surprised because they have never noticed her this quickly before, she bowed her head and waited.  "Efem, we knew you would not be late...  Your coming here, was it just desperation or fate?"  The question caught her by surprise making her forget the questions she had made up on her way to the Grove.  "Desperation or Fate?  What did the Willow mean and how should she answer?" Efem wondered.
It seemed like a long time that she thought about the question, and maybe it was, but the Willow did not seem to notice.  Finally, Efem knew what she had to answer.  "Great Elder..." she started but stopped when the leaves of the Willow started shaking and a giggle could be heard on the wind.
​"Oh, Tree Mother, I think you should know that the Elder is on the other side of the grove among the vines... By the way, from her berries we can make great wine," smirked the playful Willow (as only a tree can smirk).  Seeing the look of shock on Efem's face, the Willow continued.  "Okay Mother I'll behave but a tree is not a rose you know...  Call me Willy and not the formal Willow if we must continue this show," finished the stately tree.
It took Efem another minute to remember what she was about to say and this time the Willow did not giggle.
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​"Great Willow maybe it is both fate or desperation... but with the Grove's help and ancient knowledge, maybe you will be able to give me the much needed information," answered Efem.
With this answer the ancient Yew spoke, surprising Efem as she had never heard it talk before.  Usually it would sit and listen and in the many years she had been a Tree Mother visiting the Grove, this was the first time it ever spoke.  "The time is coming that a great change may occur.  We do not know if the return of the Dragons is what starts the change, but they are players in the game."  It took Efem a minute to realize that the Yew had spoken plainly and not in rhyme or verse. 
"You spoke plainly.  Why have none of you done this before?" she asked. ​
"We did it because we thought that is what you wanted.  It's a nuisance to have to make everything rhyme like the Wishing Well," answered the ancient Yew.  "Do you want us to go back to rhyming?"
"No... uhm... no thank you.  I would prefer this way.  Now, can you tell me more about this game that is being started and how the Dragons may be part of it?" as Efem sat down on the stone platform figuring this was going to be a long visit and happy that she remembered to pack a few things in her satchel. 
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Maybe it's time...

8/9/2023

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Efem was glowing brightly.  The news that Nemmer just gave her before he left to see his wife Cornelia had made her so happy that she just lit up!

The CAT was still alive (and still being mischievous) from what Nemmer had described of his encounter with the portal and apples.  That Nemmer had not seen The CAT did not bother her, she just felt that it was him.  "Who else would use a portal and drop apples on Nemmer?" she thought as she smiled.
Now she could focus on the real problem. She realized what she needed to do.  "I should have thought of this earlier," she mumbled to herself.  "Maybe it's time to talk to the trees. After all they were here when the Dragons were plentiful.  As a Tree Mother, I should have thought of this before now," Efem continued to herself.  " I will make time now to go to the Sacred Grove."
Earlier, before Nemmer delivered his good news, Efem had received a Flutterby from the Dowager.  Griselda told her about the scroll and how she had seen the Herald named Aralt in her vision.  "I'm old, but even I don't remember anyone named Aralt," Efem thought.  ​"Maybe this Herald can help us when the Dragons arrive."
Now that she had a plan, Efem started her preparations.  "One doesn't just walk into the Sacred Grove and ask questions." she mumbled to herself as she started looking for some necessary items.  "First I need a small satchel bag to carry everything."   
Soon she was packed and headed toward the Grove.  As she walked, she was working on the questions she would need to ask in her mind.  "It would be much easier if I didn't have to do this in verse," she muttered.  As she approached the entrance to the Grove, Efem's thoughts were still on the questions she would have to ask the Wise Trees.  "I hate having to talk in verse, but I hate even more when I have to figure out what they are saying."  
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Visit the Grove to see what wise words they might have for you.
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Missing the...

8/2/2023

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"Never thought I would miss that little nuisance," thought Nemmer.  Nemmer was out practicing his archery for the next competition of the Elfshot Guild which was to happen soon, but his heart was not into it.  "It's almost too quiet," he grumbled as he picked up his arrows and starts back to his shooting point for the practice targets he had set-up.

Of course Nemmer was referring to The CAT.  It has been not very long ago when The CAT disappeared in the portal with the Shadows' King and the old Troll King, Druzzy, "Who nobody will miss," thought the archer about the troll king.
Nemmer would not admit it to anyone, being a little stubborn, but sometimes he liked fighting with The CAT.  "Now that stupid CAT has me thinking about him just because he had to go and do something noble," Nemmer grumbled to himself with a slight pang of annoyance and a touch of nostalgia rumbling around in his chest.
"Durn fool CAT.  Why did you let that stupid troll pull you into that portal?  You could have blinked out of there and gotten away," growled Nemmer as he was thinking about what the others told him had happened.  "If I had found Hungry, then I would have been there to save you," Nemmer whispered to himself as he leaned his back against an old oak tree. 
So, that was it!  Nemmer was feeling guilty about not being there and possibly saving The CAT.  "If I was a better hunter, I would have found that Dragon first," moaned the archer.  "Maybe I am not as good as I thought I was," he said as he slumped down the side of the tree to sit on the grass by the trunk. 
It was then that it happened.  An apple fell from the tree and smacked Nemmer on the head.  BONK!  "What the..." the archer said as he picked up the apple and threw it away.  As soon as the apple left his hand, another fell on top of Nemmer's head.  BONK!  "I will get whoever is doing that," he growled as he stood up and started looking into the tree.  It was then that he saw it.  A small portal was floating in the air above him.  
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​While he was standing under it and trying to see through it, another apple fell out and almost hit him again.  "Ha!  Missed!" crowed Nemmer prematurely as another one fell out of the portal and smacked him again before it closed and disappeared.
It was as he was rubbing his sore head and looking at the last apple that had hit him he now was holding in his hand when the realization struck him.  "He's alive!  That blasted CAT is okay!  I've got to tell Cornelia and Efem.  They will both be happy to hear that their CAT is still out there causing mischief and mayhem."  It was with that thought Nemmer picked up the rest of his arrows (for an Archer of the Elfshot Guild would do no less) and started out to the cottage he shared with his wife Cornelia.
And where was The CAT and what mischief was he getting into... well, that is another story. 
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