Category: Passporte'

A Night on the Trail - or a Wizard Glamps...

11/17/2020

As night drew near, Dewin decided that instead of returning to his cave, he would set up camp and continue his search for the Wish Dragon in the morning. After all, he only needed to flick his fingers and a tent would appear complete with a dry bed and dinner. Now Passporte', as far as the wizard thought, could be on his own and maybe that would finally get him to leave. But then again, maybe it would be worth Dewin's effort to learn more about this missing Dragon if he offered him a place to put his head for the night.

Passporte', who didn't look at time quite the same way as the wizard, agreed to stay. He wasn't ready to continue down the trail even if it was getting dark until he could finish writing up the thoughts still swirling around in his head. That is exactly what Dewin wanted to hear. "What are you still writing about," he asked Passporte'. "Is it still about the Dragon?"

"I didn't catch all that Hewy the Troll had said. He was in such a hurry, even for a troll," muttered Passporte'. "I saw him and his friends as they were leaving the sanctuary of the Sleeping Sisters," he answered. "That was unusual right there as the Sisters very rarely invite anyone inside. I managed to catch up with them on the trail and on our way we all had a bite at a local inn for lunch. As we were eating, he shared a little of his time there with the Sisters and something about Sprout always being hungry which required them to stop a lot."

After he scribbled some more in his journal Passporte' continued, "This is when Hewy said something about a prophecy and the Dragon." Now this did intrigue the wizard for he knew how powerful prophecies could be, specially when revealed by a mystic such as a Sleeping Sister. "Please continue. This is fascinating," prompted Dewin to his guest.

So as the wizard listened to Passporte' transfixed by his words, little did they know that a little Dragon down the trail in the woods was also going through his own transformation. After all he was a young Dragon growing by leaps and bounds as he continued trudging through the Woods in search of a teacher and his pillow.

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More of the Dragon tail (err... tale)...

11/10/2020

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As Passporte' continues writing in his journal, Dewin is trying to find a way to get rid of him. At first, he thought that if he told Passporte' about seeing something strange on his way to where they bumped into each other on the trail, that might send the explorer off and he could continue his search for the Dragon. After a minute of thinking more about it though, he realized that then Passporte' would stay longer just to ask more questions. "I might as well wait for him to finish writing in his journal," he decided.

As Dewin continued to observe the scribbler, Passporte' mumbled something which caught his attention. "What was that?", he asked. Passporte' looked up and repeated, "When I find the Dragon, I must remember to ask about the prophecy when I find out if they are vegetarians."

Now that was something Dewin had never heard before. "What prophecy might that be Passporte'?" But Passporte' was busy finishing in his journal

Dewin knew that he must practice the extreme magic of "patience" as he waited a little longer before he would get an answer. Without looking up from his journal, Passporte' continued... "Oh, it is something Hewy, the Troll, told me the other day. Something about aWish Dragon being lost who could grant wishes. He did not tell me all of it as he was in a hurry leaving the Sleeping Sisters when I ran into him. But I am sure he would tell you if you find him and asked him." Passporte then continued to scratch his quill in his journal.

"Would he indeed," thought Dewin. Hmmmm....

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It's one thing to read about a Dragon - another in meeting one!

11/3/2020

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As Passporte' takes a few minutes to add more of his ponderings in his travel journal, let's see what his newest adventure may be about...

Click on the journal below to continue reading more of Passporte's latest journal entries.

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An old tail (oops - tale) is told...

10/27/2020

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As Dewin walked down the trail in the Woods looking for the Dragon, he realized soon it would be Samhain (pronounced 'SAH-win'). The day celebrated as the end of light going into the shadows and the opportunity for great magicks. For it was on October 31st that the magic of the Ether spilled into all other realms. "How I would wait for that day each year to try a new conjuring," he remembered. "But, now that I am in a Realm of magic, I had nearly forgotten how important that day was to me."

As he continued down the trail, deep in his thoughts of the various Samhain celebrations, he nearly bumped into Passporte'. They both were traveling (in opposite directions and but with the same purpose) as Dewin was daydreaming about the past while Passporte' was trying to walk and write in his journal at the same time. After all - time wasn't meant to be wasted for this time traveler. He wanted to capture his thoughts while they were still fresh in his mind about his newest adventure, looking for a Wish Dragon.

Startled out of their distractions, it was Dewin who spoke first. "What brings you out today Passporte'? You found something new to add to your journal?"

"Oh, hi Dewin. Yes, I have recently heard rumors about a Dragon being seen in the woods and decided I would go out and see if I could find it. What brings you out?" asked Passporte'.

Not wanting to tell the adventurer that he too was looking for the Dragon (for reasons he knew Passporte' would not approve of...), Dewin told him the first thing that came to his mind. "I was remembering about the old holiday I used to wait for each year called Samhain (also now know as All Hallows Eve or Halloween). You probably have never heard of it."

"Actually I have," answered Passporte'. His answer surprised Dewin so much, it took a minute before he realized that Passporte' was rummaging through his satchel, looking for a small scroll. "Here it is!" he exclaimed. "I once heard a story from Scarlet, the Nytemare's farrier, about this special time and how magick ran amok that night... Would you like to read it?" Passporte' asked Dewin.

Would you also like to read the tail (oops - did it again - I meant the tale) of the Nytemares and Halloween?

Click on the Nytemare to read the tale

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Searching for Trolls...

2/24/2020

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In my recent travels, I had heard about a unique and strange race of beings called ‘Trolls’. I could discover little information except for a few rumors and reported sightings. But after studying one of the journals that Furnace the Mayor left behind from his travels as a youth, I was able to gather enough clues as to where they may be found and I decided to find them.

According to Furnace’s journal, he had met a troll who had lived under a bridge. This troll would require any traveler wishing to cross the bridge to answer a riddle correctly. If the traveler did not, they were in danger of being eaten by the troll (unless the traveler had something else to give). Apparently hungry trolls love the taste of goat's milk and Furnace had a travel bag with some. He did not say in his journal if he answered the question correctly, but somehow he was able to spend some time with the troll since it did not have too many visitors and apparently was lonely.

After several days of travel, I was able to finally locate the bridge and speak to the troll. His name is Hewy and he does love goat's milk. But what he loved more was being able to spend hours talking to strangers as lonely as he is. We spent several days together and he told me much about his ways and of the trolls which I wrote down in my journal. He also surprised me when he told me about a story of ‘Love’ and his discovery of what the word meant.

I left him the goat's milk I had brought (just in case I needed it) with a promise to return and learn more about him and his kind. As I was walking back from his bridge, I did notice that several foresters were clearing away a new road towards his bridge and hopefully this lonely troll will start having new visitors that he can meet (and hopefully not eat)... I did tell the foresters that they may want to carry an extra bottle of goat's milk when working near the bridge.

To read about trolls in Passporte's Journal - click here.

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A Pyksee-lating Argument

6/28/2018

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. . . It all started out with me walking thru the forest and coming across two strange characters.

I am not sure, but I think one was a Pyksee and maybe the other a Fairy. The wings were my first clue. They were arguing about something.

The blue one, the Pyksee (I think) was shouting that she had a "secret" and she wasn’t going to share it! The other one with the wings kept telling the Pyksee she didn't have any secrets worth keeping... So there! And the argument started.

While I hid behind a large mushroom observing, I almost felt like my friend, Snoop, the newspaper man.

Pretty soon the shouting was just so loud that I decided it was time to intervene. As I approached them, I simply said they should not be arguing like this. They both turned to stare at me as if I was a three-headed beast (which I have seen -- See Notes) and immediately they both shouted at the same time, "We were not arguing!"

How quickly the Pyksee said for me not to pick on the Fairy... and the Fairy said for me to not pick on the Pyksee. I tried to explain that I wasn't. I was only trying to help them understand that yelling isn't the best way to talk. Pretty soon they had me going around and around - leaping to defend each other and in the process confusing me. I soon came to the conclusion that there is more than one way to be Pyksee-lated (to become confused, confounded and lost). I also realized that they were fast friends with strong opinions.

So, dear journal, a lesson learned - never, ever get into the middle of an argument between friends (especially if one is a Pyksee) because you will become Pyksee-lated even when they are not trying to.

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A Night on the Trail - or a Wizard Glamps...

More of the Dragon tail (err... tale)...

It's one thing to read about a Dragon - another in meeting one!

An old tail (oops - tale) is told...

Searching for Trolls...

A Pyksee-lating Argument

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