Category: Nemmer

Special Edition of the Bellwether

4/14/2021

Everyone is reading all about it!!! Snoop got the scoop! The truth behind the strange sightings in the Wandering Woods (or at least the foot prints and strange lights anyway) has been discovered.

Click here to read this Special Edition of the Bellwether

Several days ago Snoop volunteered to search out the Woods to discover the strange reports that had been coming in. What he has discovered will change everything in the Realms and you are reading it here first!

As Hewy and Sprout eat a quick snack at the Sugar Plum Bakery, the latest headlines catch the Troll's eye. Quickly scanning the article he grabs the young dryad and heads for the door. "We have somewhere to be," is all he tells Sprout.

Efem, Cornelia, and Parsley were all drinking tea while they waited to hear the latest reports from the Mushroom Line and Twitter birds when the special edition of the Bellwether arrived. Instantly they all jumped to their feet and started for the door. In their haste, Parsley did not even remember to leave a message for her son, Sprout. "I am sure he will find something to eat on his own," she thought after the three of them had hurried down the trail.

Nemmer, finally giving up on finding The CAT let alone a Wish Dragon, was walking home to have dinner with his wife, Cornelia, not realizing that at that moment she was closer to finding the Wish Dragon than he was. As he stooped in the doorway to pick up the newspaper that had just been delivered, he decided to quickly scan the headlines to catch-up on local events. He never had a chance to turn to the next page as he dropped the paper, turned around, and headed back down the trail.

As Fiddlefaddle delivered copies of the paper to both the Baron and Dowager with their tea, soon it would be known that their secret was out. The Wish Dragon had been discovered! “I hope Hungry will be alright,” thought Griselda, the Dowager, as she read the article.

Taking a break from his many duties at the stable, Scarlet was spending a minute reading the latest edition of the Bellwether. “Did you see this Meen?” asked the farrier to the jumping Pyksee. Before Meen could answer he continued, “Your Dragon friend has been discovered to be lose in the Woods and will be making an appearance at the Magical Wishing Well out back behind the King’s Castle today. Let’s go see how he’s been doing but first you should tell the Shadows' King.”

… and yes readers, we too will have a representative of the Bellwether on hand at the meeting to keep you informed as to what transpires at the Magical Wishing Well.

The CAT Meets Sprigg'n...

3/10/2021

As luck would have it, while Sprigg'n was asking "... I wonder who will find it [the Dragon] first?", elsewhere in the Shadows' Realm The CAT was sitting in a tree listening to the Twitter birds chat about the lost Wish Dragon.

"Who cares?" thought The CAT as this was The CAT's first of his nine-lives, and he was not in any hurry to be eaten by anything Dragon-like that would start him on life number two. "Besides," he decided (just like every cat), "I will need all nine lives just to create the mischief I want to do... so many things to annoy and so little time."

Now, as everyone who has ever lived with a cat (you don't own a cat - you just live with it), that a cat has a mind of it's own. Add a touch of magic, the ability to talk, and a cat attitude - things become even more interesting. Especially with a cat that has a twisted sense of humor!

Soon the Twitter bird conversation started to turn boring. It wasn't as fun anymore either to be watching Nemmer poking around in the bushes searching for the Dragon. The CAT started thinking, "What more opportunities of fun could I have if I was to find the Dragon myself?"

It was then that he felt the magical pull... someone (or something) was scrying him. "Who would be searching for me?" The CAT wondered. "It's a good thing most don't know that this goes both ways - look at me and I can look at you," smiled The CAT.

The CAT quickly sauntered (cats do not just walk anywhere) over to the Twitter birds' pond and summoned who could be calling him...

It was that wizard Dewin's Spite looking into a mirror. "Why would she be searching for me?" The CAT pondered. "I haven't bothered a Spite before..." As he said this, he realized that this was something new and not boring!!! Instantly he knew where the Spite was and that it was very close. "Close enough for just a short magical spring" decided The CAT.

So, as Sprigg'n was deciding whether to search for The CAT or go and tell Dewin what she had discovered (both about the Wish Dragon and her new names), The CAT suddenly appeared sitting on the trail in front of her. There was no 'POOF' of magic - just a smug looking cat smiling at the Spite like it was soon to be a meal. "I have heard of you," Spite smiled back, "and your mischief. What do you want from me?"

At first The CAT only stared at the Spite, but then he felt it... The CAT's hair started to stand straight out like the time that Efem had rubbed his fur the wrong way and she got an electrical shock from him. As The CAT felt his fur rising, Sprigg'n also started to feel a strange electrical tingle course over her skin. It almost tickled in a way and she could tell that the energy was building! "What are you doing to me?" she suspiciously asked The CAT but he only looked at her wondering the same thing as his hair started to sparkle.

Where the heck is everybody???

6/30/2020

For those of you who have been following Hungry (and for those of you who are new to the adventure), we thought it best to bring everyone up-to-date on where everyone in the Realm of Wymsy and the Shadows' Realm is at and what are they currently doing...

To start off, we last saw Hewy, Parsley, Cornelia, Efem, and Sprout leaving Parsley's mushroom cottage together to meet with the Sleeping Sisters after receiving a Petal Post invitation.

Spirits were high as Hewy was hoping to see someone he had not heard from in many years and the others were excited as they had never been invited before to meet with the Sleeping Sisters. Even though they had received messages from them several times in the past, now they were being invited into the Hallow Chambers. The only one who was not excited was Sprout - all he had hoped for was dinner. I mean, how does one expect a growing teenager to survive without frequent meals?

Little do they all realize, but this unique meeting could shape the entire future of both the Realm of Wymsy and the Shadows' Realm.

Meanwhile, Nemmer, the Archer of the Elfshot Guild and Cornelia's husband, is off on a mission that Cornelia and Efem started him on. He and The CAT were sent to find Hungry. Currently he is somewhere in the forest continuing to follow the trail but where The CAT is, nobody knows.

While Nemmer (and who knows what The CAT is doing) is searching for Hungry, the inhabitants of The Baron's Mansion in the Realm of Wymsy are also wondering what has become of their dragon friend. They had last seen him going off to play with Meen, the Pyksee.

The Baron wonders what has happen to him for he had been hoping for a new adventure. While Griselda, the Dowager, sees Hungry as a new hope for the future. Fiddlefaddle and Sneefle are there to serve and watch over these residents as Fiddlefaddle is the Baron's BAT man and Sneefle is the Dowager's faithful servant.

So where is Meen? She is off on another mission for Hunter, the King of the Shadows' Realm. Occasionally she is tasked by him to run messages since she likes to spend most of her time running and jumping (if not also playing practical jokes). Normally, a tune is all that fills her head when she is jumping, but this time, she too is wondering where her friend was at and if she was going to maybe bump into him as she delivered her latest message.

So, now that we know where everyone else is, where is the guest of honor? He is currently somewhere in the forest searching for his lost pillow and trying to find his new friend, Sprout. Hungry had first met Sprout outside of the Sugar Plum Bakery but lost him as they were traveling back to Sprout's home on the other side of the forest. If only Sprout had known that the others were looking for his new friend, just maybe they might have found him sooner...

Ten for a bird, you must not miss...

4/28/2020

The sun was up and it was a beautiful day. As Hewy was strolling through the countryside, he noticed the small signs that indicated the locals were preparing for the day which falls midway between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Soon it will be May 1st and Beltane celebrations would begin, not just in the Shadows' Realm but also for the townsfolk in the Village on the Wall.

The celebration honors spring at its peak and the coming summer but also gives everyone a terrific reason to be outside after the long winter months. Singing, dancing, and Maypoles will be everywhere. Then, of course, there will be the big bonfire when it starts to get dark where stories and more singing occurs.

"And I don't have any new music written still," he mused to himself. "What good is a master musician without a song?" This was not the first time he told himself this and it probably won't be the last. Seeing a tree stump, Hewy decided to sit for a while and work on the latest tune that was stumbling through his head. He used the word 'stumbling' because the tune was still jumping from here to there and usually falling flat.

As he worked on the tune, he pulled out his drumsticks and started tapping them on the stump. A magpie bird that had been sitting in a tree looked down on him when he started thumping on the stump, but realizing he did not have any food to share, promptly began to ignore him.

Lost in his creative thoughts, Hewy did not notice the even larger blue bird approaching up behind him. "Ahem... Hi Hewy," the blue bird said as it cleared his throat to get Hewy's attention. Startled, Hewy turned and finally noticed Nemmer watching him tap on the tree. "Oh, hi Nemmer. What brings you out this fine day?"

"I hate to disturb you Hewy, but have you happened to see anything peculiar or hear of any rumors of something strange being seen in the forest lately?" asked Nemmer. (If you remember, when we last saw Nemmer he was still searching for the Wish Dragon, Hungry.)

"No I haven't heard of nor seen anything out of the ordinary recently," replied Hewy, "other than your CAT." Nemmer replied as he stomped his foot, "It's not my CAT! If it wasn't for the stupid Petal Post from the Sleeping Sisters, I could be back at my cottage practicing my archery instead of looking for Hungry."

Petal Post and Sleeping Sisters - now that sounded like an interesting story Hewy thought. "You're hungry? I will help you find something to eat while you tell me all about it," Hewy offered Nemmer. Now Nemmer was one to never turn down a meal when offered even though he knew that Hewy had misunderstood him. But he was really too hungry to care.

"It's a deal. Put away those drumsticks of yours and lets go see if we find some real ones to eat," Nemmer answered hungrily.

As they walked off to find lunch, Nemmer could hear Hewy humming a song. "What's that your humming," he asked.

"Oh, it's a little something that I heard the other day and seeing you reminded me of the little tune. It goes something like this."

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss.

Nemmer started chuckling causing Hewy to ask what was so funny. "Well, of course I have to be the tenth bird that you shouldn't miss!" replied Nemmer. "There seems to be a prophecy hidden in your song, Hewy. What do you think?"

As Hewy and Nemmer walked off discussing the hidden meaning to the song, the magpie that had been sitting in the tree flew off to report to the Sleeping Sisters.

Coming Up With The Plan...

8/28/2019

"Ha! I can't wait for the Appleshot competition at the next Guild meeting. I wonder how many of the others can shoot an apple inside of another apple," grinned Nemmer. As he started to notch another arrow, he heard someone coming up from behind him. Turning he was a little startled to see Cornelia. She normally did not come down to the archery range. "Something must be up," he thought.

"There you are. I have been looking all over for you," said Cornelia. "Do you see this?" holding out the Petal Post and waving it in front her.

"You know I can't read those Petal Posts without sneezing my head off," Nemmer growled. "Plus you know The Sleeping Ladies would get me banned from the Golden Guild if they thought a male knew how to read those flowery posts."

“Oh that... well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is this. We need you to go hunting," she told him.

"Yes Ma'am. I am your best choice! What do you want me to bring home for dinner?" Nemmer replied. Cornelia was shaking her head NO as she stomped her foot. "You aren't listening to me." By now Efem finally caught up with her as Cornelia said, "I don't want you to kill something but to find..."

Efem, figuring Cornelia has already told Nemmer about the Petal Post, jumped into the conversation "We need you to hunt a Dragon". The look on their faces and the serious way Efem had said it, Nemmer decided they weren't kidding.

"You want me to kill a Dragon! Are you both NUTS?" he yelled. "I may be a great hunter, but A DRAGON? And now that I think about it, what I am to do? Send you a Petal Post to let you know that I have been eaten?"

After he had finished, Efem smiled and continued as if he had just agreed to go. "I understand he is a very friendly Dragon. The Shadows' King sent him to a teacher here in the forest, but you need to find him first and you must be very careful. He is a young Wish Dragon and you know the trouble they can cause if not properly trained."

Now Nemmer understood. An untrained Wish Dragon could be a serious situation if left on it's own. "What is it you want me to do once I have found it?" he asked them.

"Why, bring him to the cottage of course," Cornelia and Efem both replied. "We need to talk to him before he creates any situations."

"And what about The CAT?" Nemmer asked. "Can I use him for bait?" The "glare" he got from his wife and her sister was definitely a loud and resounding "NO". They did not even have to say it and he got the picture.

"You may need The CAT though to talk to the Dragon," Efem replied.

Now Cornelia was surprised and turned to look at Efem as did Nemmer. "You mean The CAT can talk? Oh, he and I are going to have a conversation when this Dragon business is all over," she growled.

Cats and Cookies...

6/19/2019

“You do know The CAT is my cat," Efem purred teasingly at her sister.

"What do you mean The CAT is your cat? He is MY cat,” Cornelia told her.

“I am pretty sure he spends more time at my place than yours," smiled Efem. "After all, it is the Catnip Juiceberry cookies that I bake especially for him that is his favorite food.” Efem knew that Cornelia liked to think of herself as a good cook and being her younger sister, she also knew the ‘buttons’ to push. Oh, how Efem loved to tease her older sister and get her flustered “… come on Corn-e-e-y, admit it... even you like my catnip juiceberry cookies that I make."

Now, nobody called Cornelia ‘Corny’. Everyone knew that she preferred her name or she let slide a Neelya or even Nellie for a nickname - except it seemed, her sister who started calling her Corny almost as soon as she could walk and talk.

There had to be a special place in the Dark Troll Grotto for sisters who knew just enough on how to be annoying – but as she was family, she just had to keep her... Cornelia lovingly sighed.

Oh... and she loved her younger sister but younger sisters can be such saplings. If Cornelia hadn't been there when Efem had been born, she would have sworn that the Tree Nymphs had switched her with a Changeling. As if being called ‘Corny’ wasn't bad enough, Efem also had to needle her about her cooking - some things are too much!

“Well, without MY special blend of honey to go in YOUR juiceberry, your cookies would taste pretty sour,” said Cornelia. "See Baby Sister, you still need me." Getting a twinkle in her eyes, Cornelia smiled, figuring that she had won this round of word battle (even if neither one kept score). Keeping the smile on her face, she awaited Efem’s response.

If bad timing can be considered an art form then Nemmer had the art down to perfection. For everyone knew that one never came between the two sisters when they were having one of their 'discussions'. Even as a Golden Arrow in the Elfshot Guild his aim was way off the mark for choosing this minute to be walking into the cottage. “The CAT is getting into the hives outside, Cornelia. Again!" Looking at Efem he continued, "You are taking him with you when you leave, right?”

Hearing this Efem lit up and replied, "Yes, I am taking My cat with me." Smiling to herself because Nemmer did not even realize that he helped save her and 'win' this round. She knew that both Cornelia and her loved these little sisters' discussions for no one knew her better than her sister and that their love for each other ran very root deep.

Love at first sight and it ain't The CAT.

5/30/2019

As Nemmer was returning from Efem’s grove to his cottage he thought about what he would tell his wife, Cornelia, about The CAT. “She isn’t going to be happy, that I still have not found that darn cat,” he muttered.

Kicking a rock on the trail and stubbing his toe since the rock didn't move, he groaned “Stupid cat! See what he made me do and he isn't even here.”

Even though Nemmer and Cornelia had been together for a long time, he felt like it was only yesterday that they had just met. Reflecting back he thought about the first time he got a quick glimpse of her. "Oh yeah, it was love at first sight for me. Boy! Did I have a hard time getting her to fall for me,” he remembered. She was so busy looking for her silly cats even back then that she did not even notice him by the stream.

"Maybe if I had taken off my mask first to say hi that would have been better. Then she might have not have fallen into the stream and gotten covered in clay."

"Oh she was HOT! In more ways than one," Nemmer chuckled to himself. He spent many days trying to figure a way to make it up to her. Here he was dressed like a bird and she was a cat lover. It was not until this realization hit him that he realized what a bird-brain he was.

A cat was the key to her heart! That was why now he really did not want to tell her he couldn’t find The CAT. Especially since this cat was the distant off-spring of that original cat. “That darned cat!” Nemmer grumbled again as he continued to the cottage, hoping that The CAT might return home before him.

The CAT...

5/8/2019

Nemmer trudged down the trail, grumbling to himself about that stupid cat. He was not happy to have go back home to tell his wife that The CAT was not at Efem’s tree grove. Meanwhile Efem was conversing with the Dusty Mytes to see if they had seen The CAT. While others wondered where The Cat at that moment was, he was not thinking about them at all.

No one can say "they" understand cats... for cats truly have a mind of their own. But this one was even more contentious than the wildest of wild cats and he had an urging. He wanted to find out why no one had ever come up with the idea of a fish-truffle purple gum flavored cat food.

Sounds silly, I know, but this cat thought of things like this. Like why were there words like bee, be, and Bea when they all sounded the same but meant different things? All The CAT could figure was that anyone that was not a cat was just plain silly. “I will never figure out the Others even if I have nine lives to do it in,” he murmured to himself.

So, he continue to prowl around through the woods going wherever he wanted (like all cats), pondering and searching for the answers he was seeking. He did not worry about those that may be looking for him at all (again like all cats).

The CAT did liked Efem though. She, being a tree mother, thought she was always helping him out of a tree, but The CAT knew better. He never was stuck in a tree, (you have never seen a cat skeleton there have you?) he was merely waiting for the next meal to come along.

He also choose to share his time with Efem’s sister, Cornelia too. She was the strangest and silliest being The CAT had ever met and so was her husband Nemmer. When Nemmer wore his silly bird like mask, he never could understand why that made him hungry.

For when he got hungry, he would show up at whichever place was the closest. Putting on his poor pitiful starved look, the sisters would soon start cooing and petting him. At the same time, they would tell him how starved he looked and complained that nobody has fed The CAT. He had to admit to himself that he did like when they scratched behind his ears. That was purrrrfect! The best part so far of his nine lives. He would then show his biggest smile with a sparkle in his teeth to let them know he was well pleased with his Pets.

"Now I'm hungry just thinking about it. Who's place is closest?" he wondered.

Nemmer is found...

5/2/2019

“Another couple of bends in the trail and I should be finally at Efem’s,” muttered Nemmer, still upset about losing his mask. “At least I did not run into any Dusty Mytes on my way here.” Not that he remembered anyway…

Nemmer soon walked around the last bend of the trail and could see Efem’s tree grove. A little further and soon he spied Efem… and she had Dusty Mytes with her! “Oh no… and me without my mask for protection!” he thought. As he was pondering what to do, Efem saw him on the trail and waved to him to come over.

Not taking his eyes off of the Dusty Mytes, he slowly picked his way over. As he came nearer, the Dusty Mytes slowly rolled closer to Efem, making a trail for him.

“What are you doing with these dangerous creatures?”

“I was so worried about you!" she told him with a look of relief. “When the Dusty Mytes told me that something had happened to you, I was getting concerned and was about to send a message to your wife.”

“I am glad you didn't. The last thing I need is for you to call your sister. You can see I am fine," Nemmer replied as he diligently watched the Dusty Mytes making sure that they did not try anything.

“Oh Nemmer! They just want to apologize to you,” she answered.

“Apologize? To me? What for?” he stammered, surprised and suspicious both at the same time. “What’s their game? Everyone knows that they make you forget things?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly what happened on your way here, but, from what I can understand is that YOU attacked them. The poor little dears had to defend themselves and in the scuffle you lost your mask.”

“So they took my mask! I will get them for that!” growled Nemmer.

He was madder now than he was when he realized his mask was gone. For now he knew that it was the Dusty Myte’s who took it. Before he could reach out and start grabbing Dusty Mytes, Efem spoke in her mother’s voice. "Now Nemmer stop that and behave!" When she used that voice it could stop any disobedient child in mid-step to listen up and behave - Nemmer froze.

“Now you will listen and be quiet. They came to apologize for dusting you but you did attack them first. And secondly, they are returning your mask that YOU dropped," she told him as she handed him his mask. Nemmer did not know what to say and for a moment stood staring at the Dusty Mytes, his mask, and then to Efem.

“You are telling me that they dusted me and made me forget because I attacked them? They were waiting to ambush me…” Efem shook her head no. “You startled them when you came upon them and they defended themselves. They were not even looking for you.”

After a long pause and in a tiny little voice, Nemmer muttered that he was sorry. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear what you said,” Efem glared at him. “I am sorry for attacking the Dusty Mytes and I won’t do it again if they leave me alone,” he repeated.

Efem concentrated for a second to hear the Dusty Mytes answer. “They tell me they will honor the peace between you and them if you quit picking them up and bopping them on the head. Now that you have your mask back, tell me why you were coming here in the first place.”

“I don’t remember,” Nemmer started to tell her... then a smile spread across his face. “Just kidding. Your sister sent me here and I wish I could forget why. Have you seen The Cat?"

Where did you find that???

4/30/2019

"Oh, thank you for the shade Maple," Efem told the towering tree as she sat down. There was nothing better than a nice lazy afternoon communing with her tree friends. Efem, being a tree mother, loved to share her "wisdom" with the other trees as they watched the new saplings sprout in the grove. “Little Willow over there looks like she will grow to be a great golden willow from the looks of that crown of shiny new leaf buds,” she told the other trees.

As she was about to say something more, she heard a rustling noise coming from behind her. Quickly she started to raise her arms into the air so she could turn into a tree if needed, but hesitated when something pink out of the corner of her eye appeared. Before she was able to change, a shimmering glow flashed and she was suddenly surrounded by Dusty Mytes.

Efem, had a special gift of being able to communicate with them because of her dryad root connect to the earth. She could talk to all of plants and animals, not through words exactly, more like pictures and feelings.

At first she wasn't thrilled at being surprised when the Dusty Mytes appeared, but now she was becoming confused. They were feeling sorry about something and wanted her help - which they had never asked before.

It took her a minute to finally understand, but it appeared that something had happened to Nemmer and they were sorry.

As she was trying to figure how to image a question back to the Dusty Mytes about what had happened, another Dusty Myte appeared with Nemmer’s mask.

“Oh no… Nemmer never goes anywhere without his mask…”

“Oh Nemmer, what has happened? Where are you?”…

Where did that blasted mask go?” Nemmer muttered not for the last time as he continued his journey through the woods to Efem’s place. “When I get to Efem’s grove, maybe she can get the trees to help me find my mask,” he thought. “I normally don’t just lose things, so it still makes me wonder how I lost my mask. I’m sure those blasted Dusty Mytes had something to do with it.”