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Parting the Mysts

There is a magical time, every year, when worlds collide, from all different planes of existence. Reality is such a distorted thing, but sometimes a vision so clear comes about, that with enough thinkers, believers, dreamers, something forms.. It starts as a small grain, and quickly mudslides into something substantial. It is reality enough, though some would debate on that, when these realms are born in true manifestation.

Some don’t think much on it, and visit and behold these wonders. They don’t feel like they are stepping into someone’s head, or see that one place really has elements of places gone and past.

There are those that weep, for these new lands, they come from a familiar place, even though the magic only brings it for a short while.

For some it brings hope, hope of another day, week, month.

Others get to run again, stretch legs that actually function, have long flowing hair that waves in the wind and is the colour of cotton candy. A few sprout wings and fly for the first time, while friends take to the seas, flipping their fins. Some become something else, something not human, but that is okay, because all are welcome.

When the magic is alight, and the mists finally part, everything is finally possible, even if for a short time.

Fantasy Faire Official Website Post - Parting the Mysts

It takes many to part the mists, and make them ready for the Travelers. Zehtsreya is one of the many wardens, who holds the mystical powers needed to part the way and make it clear. She bridges the divide on Queensgarden.

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Never Trust An Elf

The Fairechylde

I had arrived at Fantasy Faire in very good spirits and promptly made my way to The FaireChylde to celebrate the opening of the faire. A DJ merrily played some tunes, not good old bawdy tavern tunes, but decent foot tapping tunes.

One of the reasons for going somewhere that played music was because I knew that it would diminish the sound of any bloody awful singing from Elves, there are always Elves, strange ears and a distinct lack of beards I should add.

Keeping an eye out

Unsurprisingly Elves appeared aboard The FaireChylde, they even danced rather well, although I kept a beady eye on them in case they tried any of their magical tricks.

I felt secure aboard The FaireChylde, after all there were plenty of humans, wizards and all sorts of wonderful races there, I knew they wouldn’t allow Elves to do me any harm, indeed the Elves even started talking to me, asking me where I was staying for the duration of the faire. I informed them that I had not yet found a suitable tavern and then they told me they knew a great place with plenty of lodging, they pointed me in the direction of a place called San Mora.

I should have known better, but the faire has a way of seducing you and putting you in a happy mood. I followed the advice from The Elves and found myself here :

Destruction

My first reaction was “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My second reaction was “Bloody Elves!!!!!”

I soon discovered that I was in an area that had been quarantined following a deadly contagion. Strange buildings, strange vehicles and people, I assume humans, wearing strange outfits and masks.

A sign advised me to go to the docks. I haven’t yet found the docks, I’m not even sure how I get out of this place, there’s a distinct lack of mead, taverns, beards, but on the plus side, I haven’t encountered any Elves yet.

Evacuation Notice

Never trust an Elf. You’ve been warned. Now, where are these docks?