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LitFest Tours Part 4: Tales from Egregore

Over the next few days, we will be publishing stories and poems that were written in response to the different Fairelands and shared with us as a result. But we would still like to add your tales to our collection. So if you wrote a Tale of one of the Fairelands, and would like to add it to our collection, send it to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com before May 31st and we will add it to the relevant pages on the website. And we’ll be selecting some of the Tales for broadcast on Fantasy Faire Radio too!

Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont
Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

“The Giant of Egregore”
by Talia Sunsong

I am a god,
Declared the giant
We are playthings of the gods
The toys cried
The toys escaped
Hiding under the land
In anger
The giant smashed his piano
The keys scattered
As they ran
The toy’s feet
Play a revealing tune
The giant will find them
Yet there is still hope

The angel plays her lyre
Come dance with us
Call the unicorns
They churned the leaves
Over the scroll
The secret
Penned by the giant
He commanded the unicorns
Destroy it

The unicorns sing
We dance and churn the leaves
The secret lies beneath
Come find it toys
Read the magic spell
Escape the giant

So the toys raced
to look beneath
the unicorn’s hooves
to piece together
the spell
The words waved
beneath the Unicorns

The giant stomped closer
The toys read faster
The giant reached
The spell recited
A portal opened
The toys jumped

Made it through
The door closed
Giant blocked
Now the Toys
Live Free

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Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont
Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

Sarah’s Gone
( A Memory Poem Triggered by Egregore)
by Zander Green

You break open my house.

You split the walls, strange light pours in, I cannot see your face.

But I know it is you.

Summer, red wine and that song you loved, the cat whose name I can’t remember, vanilla and traffic by the park –

All come pouring in –

Strange light –

So I know it is you.

You see,

Alex said, “Sarah’s gone.” But that isn’t what happened first.

First was opening your door and knowing before seeing what you had done.
Then came the smell. And I knew it was you. I knew you would be lying there.
Your legs at odd angles. Did you make the cuts while standing up? Did you fall?

I am eighteen and I love you and you have spilled your life on the floor of this room.
I am eighteen and you are the sun and perfect as nothing has ever been.

And I am eighteen.

Time beyond measure passes (days?) and you lie in the earth and Alex says,

“Sarah’s gone.”

A moment passes.

And I am fifty.
Still scrubbing at the stain.

I am fifty and you crawl from the Earth –
Break open my house.
Strange light pours in
And I know it is you.

I am fifty and
I build worlds now
Where you might have been happy
And been my sun
And perfect
As everything is.

Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont
Egregore, photographed by Wildstar Beaumont

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“To Write, Perchance to Play”
by FidgetsWidget
All photographs in this section by the author

The first thing Fidget did on arriving in Egregore was to land smack-dab with her nose on a white key.

And it made a noise.

Never give a Dinkie keyboard keys that make noise to run up and down on.


Or that is what you will hear for the next 10 minutes.

Then, of course, there was the apple.


Fidget had to play with that 20 times before she was done with it.


Eat, Get Poisoned, Die!

Well, then Fidget had to play the Harp, wouldn’t you?


And the Unicorn ride.


Some days when you adventure, it’s all about playing.

The writing for today is:

“Go Play!”

The Enchantment of Entertainment

For three years now Fantasy Faire has included a Faireland dedicated to Arts and Entertainment. This is the place where the dance and particle performances take place, where art galleries are situated, where we host those parties too big to fit on the deck of our beloved party ship, The FaireChylde.

It all begun in 2014 when Haveit Neox set his marvelous art installation around the Palace of Tears, which was our hunt Faireland of the year. At the same time we gathered our first art gallery and placed the paintings on the walls of the Palace. The combination was so brilliant and pleased Her High Faireness so much that for 2015 Haveit Neox was invited to shape a whole world for this purpose.

After that we have seen Poseidon’s Abyss, Sapphire Mirror Lake and now this year, Opal Flight, grow to be a part of the Fairelands, always fitting in perfectly in the chain of worlds, offering an amazing exploration experience and providing wonderfully inspiring setting for the performances.

Each of these worlds created by Haveit Neox — and in growing amounts also Lilia Artis, who was mainly responsible for this year’s world and its story — changes in time, keeps growing through the Faire, ending in an amazing visual finale by the conclusion of the Faire. We could not hope for a better setting for the magic woven on stage.

This year we had 13 groups of performers and a busy entertainment schedule throughout the Faire. Some of them had only one show, some kept going almost daily throughout the Faire, but all of them added to the magic of the Fairelands. The amount of hours put into choreography, settings and practice is mindblowing, and it also showed. If you missed any of their shows, I hope you’ll go and find them in-world and catch one of their shows outside the Faire!

We want to thank the performers for adding their own enchantments to the magic of the Fairelands, thank them for being one with the Faire-Spirit and working together for a common goal. We want to thank Aelva for coordinating the performers, producing both her own show and the Faireland Players Much Ado About Nothing, bringing in new groups and working around the clock to make sure the Faire Folk would have only the best of shows. And we want to thank Haveit Neox and Lilia Artis for having embraced the Fairelands and shaping their own stories to life within them.

Dance & Particle Show Groups at Fantasy Faire 2017

The Story of Opal Flight by Lilia Artis 

The Night Theater – Faun’s Fable – picture by Wildstar Beaumont.

The Fairelands Watch

Fairelands Watch in Messina – The Long Paw of Law is really long! – picture by Wildstar Beaumont

A Secret Document: “Induction into Fairelands Watch”
Totally perfectly legally acquired and published, no gremlins, squirrels or other creatures with sticky-paws were involved.

Dinkies and Tinies !! ATTENSHUN!!!

We changed our group to Fairelands Watch to be in sync with Shakespeare. We will be a part of da plays. Da Watch is in many of his plays. This year is Much Ado About Nothing. Our song is Nonny Nonny and is for sale – make sure everybuddy buys one!!! WOOT !!!

We are da Sheriffs and Constables of the Faireland Watch. My title is High Sheriff. Other titles are Sheriff, Deputy Sheriff, and Constable. Now, between us (dis is sekrit) – the titles mean little other than to fit in the plays we will be participating in. We are not Faireland Security – we are in an entertainment role as are the role playing groups… We are here to add atmosphere. In the years I have been involved, I have seen very few problems and I give credit to the presence of the Sheriffs.

Our primary role is to help with the Jail and Bails. We will use this group to inform you of times and locations. You need to be here early – to get in. When we haz a jail and bail, we get to be the “bad guys”. Everyone will be coming to try to bail out the prisoner and sneer at us. We get to raise all sorts of trubble and shout and harass the prisoner, and laugh – use those gestures! The bail amount isn’t determined by us. Our job is to hit that number.

Other than that – while you are cruising about the Faire being friendly and kind, warrant book close at hand. Please help by giving directions, helping poor lost souls. You may “Fine” people 5 lindens for looking awesome, for walking on the grass, – just be creative, Have fun, let them know the pawlice are here to pertekt them. You can direct them to a kiosk. Main thing !!! WE are here to add to the enjoyment of the Faire, if people are laughing, and having fun wif yer menacing adoreyableness – that is GREAT! GOAL ACCOMPLISHED !!

Yew are all hereby inducted into The FAIRELANDS WATCH!! BE safe out there friends!!

HAVE FUN AND FANKS !!!

Fanks soo much to this year’s sheriffs, jailbirds, Djs, and every other muckety muck

Linn Darkwatch
Ktahdn Vesuvino
Blaize Batra
Gem Sunskiller
Jennylynn Capalini
Aminata Potez
Abnor Mole
KC. Snagglettoof
Tea Gupte
Akay Utu
Druscilla Ferraris
Clover Dezno
Caleb Kit
Ursual Floresby
Vecchio Barbosa
Zander Greene

IN GWEAT PAWNESS of DA LONG PAW OF DA LAW !!!

High Sheriff OldeSoul Eldemar

Jail and Bail of Clover Dezno and Druscilla Ferraris – picture by Wildstar Beaumont

From the Desk of OldeSoul

Fantasy Faire 2017

“Sitting alone with many friends who have lost their fight in the ACS “Catt Gable” Memorial Garden, I had a chance to reflect on the many things that give me reason to relay and why it is important to me. Our team is very special and a very global team in relay. We are all very close. One event that draws all of us together is Fantasy Faire. The magic of the Fairelands affects each and every one of us. Some come as DJs, performers, others as merchants, sponsors, builders, sheriffs, Jailbirds, bloggers, shoppers and photographers. Speaking for all of us, Fantasy Faire brings together our rules: smile, have fun and do pawsum things. Our motto is “Whatever is rightly done, however humble, is noble.” The Magic of the Fairelands brings that together for all of us, no matter how we present ourselves in this wonderful world of Second Life.

One lovely addition to the Fairelands this year completed by Shiran Sabra and Secret Rage is the Survivors and Caregiver’s information build on Kakushi Pasu. It is a lovely spot to sit and reflect, get information, or chat with others. There are support groups year round in SL to “allow people to share their experiences, fears, anger, helpful information and more importantly the knowledge they are in a “safe place” among people who are going through or went through similar experiences. They are not alone, the group understands…they all have their own journey. That support may help each member manage their own emotions and pull from the courage of others.”

Also on Kakushi Pasu is another important part of that sim related to Relay For Life. The Mission Info Area created by Ms. Kitty Gumbo is very special. We have used the mission statement for the American Cancer Society in all of our thank yous for any and all contributions. “Fantasy Faire thanks you so much for your generous donation to Relay For Life. The American Cancer Society’s mission is to save lives, celebrate lives, and lead the fight for a world without cancer.” I believe in this mission and have used the ACS website for information on many occasions: www.cancer.org.

On a more personal level, my father had laryngeal cancer. He was treated with radiation and the cancer was gone. However, the remnants of the treatment caused a hardening and thickening of the carotid arteries. He was on blood thinners which left him very bruised. One day, I got that call, he had fallen. I left as quickly as possible – to be with my mother and brothers. He passed within 42 hours. He was a survivor but my mother was alone for the first time in over 62 years.

Several things interfered as they do with every family and their struggles. I live three hours away from my hometown. Every week for 7 years, I made a trip to do all the grocery shopping, laundry, dr. visits, and during hospital stays and her eventual diagnosis of cancer, I would stay full time for weeks sometimes months. She had a rare form of blood cancer that was taken care of with 8 chemo trips. Cassie and I stayed in touch through Second Life. At night, we were able to dance, build, and relay together. My mother recently passed in November of 2016 as a survivor at age 90.

I honestly do not know what we would have done without Second Life, and Relay For Life gave it even more purpose. I am not a builder – (my boxes are great) I am not a scripter. But as a retired teacher, I am an events coordinator. I found a place where I fit in, in Second Life. My mother got involved in relay also. She thought I was a silly bobcat and would laugh. Fantasy Faire and all the special folks and friends involved mean so much to Cassie and me. Thank you all for being there when we needed you most.”

– OldeSoul Eldemar,
High Sheriff of The Fairelands Watch,
Captain of Team ACTS

Super Secret Rave Party!

Mysterious fliers about a super secret (siikret) rave party have been appearing all over the Fairelands! Is this a bold attempt to abuse the exhaustion of the Pawlice? A cunning plan to blind you with glowsticks? An infiltration into the Mists by hiding in the rose bushes?

The grapevine whispers of samba dancing dinkies and macarena tookie totems, tiki bars and disco balls, and all naturally in absolute hush-hush silence so the authorities don’t find out!

The party might possibly take place around 2 PM SLT at a Very Secret Location! (Please keep an eye on the Fantasy Faire group chats for more information, either the public Fantasy Faire Fans or the Backstage.)

Parti! Parti! Parti! (Yey!)

Why I Believe

I know that the tribe of people we collectively refer to as “Fairelanders” are just that. They are people.

It is clear to me that Beryl is not really a big, black cat, no more so than Oldesoul is a tiny, grey one. I know that Gar is not a dragon, and Sonya is not a bunny. Alia is not a Fallen God, no more than David is a demon nor Kasi a drow.  I know that Avariel is not a unicorn, Zaps is not a mermaid, and Vasa is not a satyr. Encaiteron is neither a Tookie (whatever the heck that is!) nor a detective.

And I know that the Boss Fairy, Elizabeth is not – well, no. I am pretty sure she actually IS a fairy. Still!

I know these things, and yet…

As the Faire has risen from the virtual mists each year for the last nine years – and for that brief, precious window of time before they dissipate into mist again – that is precisely who each of these people truly is.

If the internet provides some of us with the opportunity to sink to the lowest level that is within them, to others it affords the chance to rise to the best idea they have of themselves. Unfettered by the mortal coil that was thrust upon them, freed from the constraints of the so-called “real” world, these people lock arms, wings and fins, straighten their whiskers, polish up their horns and set about the doing of a mighty task.

They come to do battle with a monster.

Some have argued that it is not productive, nor accurate to personify cancer in this way. They warn us of the dangers of employing too martial a language in the Survivor’s struggle to get from one day to the next. Maybe they have a point. I leave it to those far wiser than me to say.

But I watched my father battle cancer and that is exactly what it was. It was a battle, one that left him with many a bruise and scar. It was a battle that ultimately claimed his life.

So, when the American Cancer Society sees fit to urge each of us as Relayers to, “Celebrate, Remember, and FIGHT BACK” who am I challenge their choice of words?

And who am I to see the form each of you chooses to take in our shared, magical realms, and hold back so much as an ounce of belief in the deeper truth that form reveals.  The shape you take is the truth of your spirit and there is ample evidence everywhere I look that the truth of that form exists on a level much deeper than the avatars we stroll about in outside the world in which the Fairelands exist.

I Relay with dragons, elves and fairies, with cats both large and small. I Relay with satyrs and unicorns, with angels and demons, mermaids and werewolves and wizards.

If I invest my belief in the forms that take shape before me, it is only because that is the debt I owe to Fairelanders of all shapes, sizes and forms.

Because nine years ago, they did the same for me. I claimed to be something I was not: an organizer of Fantasy Faire.  Fairelanders chose to look past the fact that I had never done anything quite like that before. They believed and-  in the nine years that have followed – they transformed a fiction, a fantasy, into reality.

I believe in magic, because by magic was I transformed from a broken, grieving son into an empowered Faireland Relayer.  Be the best idea of yourself, bring that personification to the Faire.

And I will always believe in you.