Hello. It’s me again, the Fairelander. If by some small miracle you are reading this message, then perhaps you will understand my plight.
Perhaps you, too, still set your Scroll of Teleportation for Junction, only to see a blinking cursor above a nameless ocean. Perhaps you, too, still wake up giddy to greet the morning at Midas, only to rub the sleep out of your eyes and realize that Ishtar’s Gate has drifted away with the Mists. Perhaps you, too, adjust the pieces of your complete Her Highness’s Treasures gacha set, only to feel a profound emptiness—a void where something should be.
In my case, that void is the blank page I now hold in my hand, one page among many that I found washed up on the steps of Midas minutes before the Great Bongs of Doom sounded and the Fairelands vanished into the aether.
by Elizabeth Tinsley, Zander Greene and Da5id Abbot
Another year, and another Faire reaches its end. This year’s has been a rough one behind the scenes in many ways and, while the Unweaver always takes a good crack at knocking us down there were times this year when he seemed to be trying particularly hard. But together, as always, we came through it. Technical issues, surprises and all the usual complications that go with running an event this size came together to try and stop us.
April 18th sounds a lot longer ago than how it feels, as usual Fantasy Faire has whizzed by with an array of entertainment, shopping, dancing, storytelling, roleplaying, tabletop gaming, spectacular views, fun, fundraising and much more.
Fundraising is of course an extremely important part of Fantasy Faire and the great news is that Fantasy Faire has met its target of raising US$40,000 as part of its Relay For Life fundraising efforts for the American Cancer Society. However on top of this, by meeting that target a donation of US$20,000 has been added to the pot, meaning that this year’s Fantasy Faire has raised over US$60,000.
The wall was tall and dark. In my mind I could feel the moss that softened its surface, and imagine the subtle shifts of color mottling its face. But everything before me was mist. I could no more clearly see the wall than I could see the flowers and carpet of grass beneath me—though they were adorned in colors of spring. My bare feet absently felt the ground. My exposed cheek vaguely recognized the cool, damp air so convivial to the flourishing moss. All my senses were engaged, muted beneath the sight, smell, and sound of the water. Continue reading Tales From Fairelands Junction→