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It is less than a month to the return of the Fairelands. Their magic is growing stronger by the day, nourished by the spring sun and inspired imaginations of the world-builders.

This is always the time when we call out to the magic-makers of illustrating kind, the word-weavers, image-capturers, heralds of information.

Do you want to shape your visit, your experiences in the Fairelands into pictures and words to be shared with the rest of the world? Do you want to forward and spread the call, alert people of how fleeting the eleven days of magic are, tell them how much there is to see, feel, live?

Do you want to be one of Fantasy Faire’s official bloggers?

If so, please read the Blogger Information here. You will find the link to the Blogger Application in the end.

Vote for the King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire 2017!

It’s now a month to go before the start of this year’s Fantasy Faire – so if you are looking for ways to fill the time, perhaps you can begin to think who you would like to nominate for the positions of King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire!

The King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire in 2016!
The King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire in 2016!

Last Year’s King – The Goblin King – together with Queen October Daye and their esteemed Chancellor, The Last Unicorn, have laid down the insignia of their high office so we have …

The election of this year’s King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire!

When it comes to Fantasy, we all have our favorite characters. Some may be good – Gandalf or Harry Potter, Belle or Menolly. Or maybe we love the dark side – Maleficent or Steerpike. Or maybe we enjoy the conflicted – Jamie Lannister or Mrs Coulter.

Whoever is your favorite, you have a chance to nominate them and perhaps see them crowned as King and Queen of Fantasy Faire at the fabulous Fantasy Faire Ball!

What do I do?
First of all, use the form below to nominate your favorite male and female characters.

THE NOMINATIONS WILL CLOSE AT 12 MIDNIGHT AT THE END OF SATURDAY 22nd APRIL.

We will choose the top five male and female characters, and there will be a final vote-off during the Faire itself.

Then the winners will be announced at the April Showers Costume Ball on April 30th.

So who will it be? Corwin or Aragorn? Arya Stark or Nanny Ogg? Tyrion or Frodo? The White Witch or Agatha Heterodyne?

Nominate your favorites today!

But what about your favorite non-human (or human type) characters? Don’t they get a chance too?

Of course they do! There’s an election for Chancellor – and this is for your favorite character who has no elements of human appearance. This means that Ariel (mermaid) and Mr Tumnus (faun) could be King and Queen, but Archimedes (the owl, not the scientist) would be nominated for Chancellor.

So will your Chancellor be Teremaire or Ratty (or Mole, Toad or Badger)? Will it be Reepicheep or Pegasus?

NB Characters should be chosen from works of fantasy which can be written or graphical texts or films, TV or radio shows. We want to be broadly inclusive of genres – thus fairytales, high fantasy, steampunk, urban fantasy, vampire sagas (and others) will all be classified as fantasy.

The King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire in 2015!
The King, Queen and Chancellor of Fantasy Faire in 2015!

Please note – last year’s winners, The Goblin King, Queen October Daye and The Last Unicorn, and the winners from 2015, Lord Vetinari, Granny Weatherwax and Greebo the cat, all from the works of Terry Pratchett, are NOT eligible for election this year.

 

Fairelands on the Horizon

It arrives like the first ray of sunlight in the spring, like the scent of budding leaves in the wind, the stirring of slumbering spirit. The very first word from the Fairelands, as they begin shifting and changing, stretching and awakening, growing from dreams into reality.

Throughout the whole long year the Fairelands have been dreaming. They try on shapes like we would clothes, mix sea with forests, cliffs with towers, magic with mundane. Spires reach up toward the skies like blades of grass in the spring, caves emerge as dug by ground-dwellers over millennia, corals twist into mer-castles, gardens bloom. Fairelands dream, dream and breathe magic.

Some shapes they keep, some they set aside. Some dreams go together, form a chain of worlds holding hands with natural ease like siblings. Some need to wait for their family of worlds longer still, gaining strength and spirit.

This year, this spring, this connection to our reality the Fairelands are taking the following forms:

Chaddul Ro (Searlait Nitschke)
An outpost of the Orcs of Chal Khizzur, Chaddul Ro stands on the edge of their territory. In the center of the outpost there is a beacon, rising above upon a tower guarded day and night by the orcs. It stands for strength; it stands against anyone who would douse it, a symbol to be seen to guide those from outside the protective barriers and walls back home. For the survivors that seek refuge from battle. It is believed that as long as the fires of the outposts are kept lit that there is always hope, sanctuary to be found and that the tribe remains strong.

Dawn’s Promise (Marcus Inkpen/Sharni Azalee)
A secret place between times where the old becomes reborn into the new. Majestic crumbling ruins dissolve into a sea of glorious foliage. A place where the lost energies of the past are converted into new life. Springs of life-giving water overflow. Flower petals and creative energy float on the breeze. This is the space between the exhale and the inhale. Full of hope and promise.

Egregore (Mayah Parx)
A fantastical thoughtform of serene darkness immersed in light, a place where expected purpose is relative and surrealism casts it shadow across the land, inhabited by egregors this fantasical place is born of the collective phantasmagoria of its people.

Fallen Sands (Sweetgwendoline Bailey/Eldowyn Inshan)
Steampunk in a desert landscape where the Orient and Arabia via for dominance. Exotic plants of alien origin turn the sands into an oasis of life where the turquoise water is the treasure of fountains and the infinite pearls of tan fall to mark the passge of time in this eternal city.

The Hill (Kilik Lekvoda)
A peaceful and beautiful village built into the rolling hills surrounding a small lake. Breathe in warmth, peace, and maybe a little pipe smoke, A place where friendships sprout as readily as the mushrooms beneath leafy green trees.

Mudrana (Alrunia Ahn/Luna Barak)
Everyone in Mudrana, the land of the lilypad, praises the godfrog – the legends tell that once the godfrog falls asleep, , the pond dries out, and everything dies. The frogs of Mudrana therefore croak and sing for their god to keep it awake to preserve the world from death.

Raven’s Perch (Kaelis Ember/lrriven)
A gothic dream in pale hues dotted with the tears of roses. A fairytale with thorns.

The Rose (Alia Baroque)
In the Garden of senses silent footsteps echo through rich vaults of opulence and decadence, searching for the perfect spot where a stolen kiss can be unseen and languid murderous thoughts hidden behind a mask. This Rose blossoms in April through your gaze that tells her how beautiful she is.

San Mora (Jaimy Hancroft/Eowyn Swords)
Once the center of pharmaceutical greatness, San Mora is now a ruin of its former self. Quarantined at the outbreak of a deadly contagion of its own making, the population was left to survive the best they could. Without law and order the city descended into chaos. The fires have long since burned out, and the city is being reclaimed by a hostile Nature. But all that is silent is not necessarily empty. There are still those who roam among the ruins of San Mora.

The Spirit Pool (Kayle Matzerath)
Since the beginning of time, The Spirit Pool has served as a resting place for weary adventurers and lingering souls that are not quite yet ready to cut their ties to the physical realm. Mermaids and other seafolk use the pool for gatherings and a constant flow of visitors keep it a popular place for trading.

In addition to the worlds dedicated to fantasy commerce, Fairelands produced five extra worlds to connect the markets.

Fairelands Junction (Saiyge Lotus)
Junction is the heart of the Fairelands, the world where the veil between the worlds is thinnest, the Portal World to the others, the First Link of the Chain.

Opal Flight (Haveit Neox/Lilia Artis) – Arts and Entertainment Sim
In Opal Flight we celebrate and indulge in the creative spirit, in theater and dance performances, in fantasy stories woven into movement and music and admire galleries of fantasy art.

Morbus (Kilik Lekvoda/Kayle Matzerath) – Fairelands Quest Sim
Morbus hosts this year’s challenge to all the brave adventurers: is your spirit strong enough to go through the Quest set in front of you?

Kakushi Pasu (Lokii Violet) – Literary Festival Sim
In Kakushi Pasu we gather to enjoy and delight in the stories that have been caught in words and placed in books to be escaped in, shared and cherished.

Anansi (Beq Janus/Polysail) – Worldling Cradle
This year the Fairelands bring the dream seeds with them, the outfits and shapes that they might have taken on, but did not. For now. Worldlings are Fairelands that could have been, Fairelands that might still be.

Fifteen worlds, fifteen links in the chain, ever-growing. The Fairelands can be seen on the Horizon of the Soul, almost visible. Almost here.

If you are a merchant wishing to bring your wares to the markets of Fairelands, please read on here:
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Fantasy Faire is the People

I thought I had nothing more to say. I thought I had said all that I had in me in my ramblings of these last years. I kept thinking I should write a wrap-up piece, something to express my feelings by the end of the Faire, but every time I thought of it only scattered thoughts ran through me, fluttering about like confused butterflies, refusing to settle into a path of words.

Today Haveit Neox emailed me a link to the video you see above. He filmed it during the traditional May Day Masked Ball of the Faire, our last official event. He also filmed the last unofficial event of the Faire, the return of the centaurs and the party following that. As I watched it I felt that strange, but oh so Faire-familiar feeling of smiling through threatening tears. I wiped my tears, smiled, and thought that this film shows so perfectly what Alia Baroque said in his interview: Fantasy Faire is the people.

There are bold centaurs, beautiful unicorns, twerking dragons, prancing dinkies in lobster-suits, frolicking fauns, graceful fae, glittering petites, towering giants, angels and demons to balance each other out… there are goats and ponies and a giant fox, there are even humans, of all things!

There are roleplayers, creators, dancers, bloggers, photographers, DJs, authors, speakers, coders, sound technicians, actors, artists, world builders, organizers, sponsors, musicians, particle performers… there are visitors from all the communities across Second Life.

In the Fairelands the Tiny Police can riverdance on the toes of a giant towering over the tallest of buildings, artists can be transformed to centaurs, Relayers can visit lands built for the hope risen from imagination, DJs can spin on a deck of a ship carried by a dragon, dancers can hold a stage of a whole world created to celebrate them, roleplayers can weave their stories with a new flow of visitors to partake in their lives, storytellers can share their words in an environment grown out of inspiration, photographers can despair at the beauty eleven days is never enough to capture… in the Fairelands anything is possible. In the Fairelands we come together: many communities, many tribes, all joined for those brief magical days.

We are all Faire Folk. For eleven days this is our land, our shared continent where all can come together, meet and talk and dance and experience the magic. Fantasy Faire is the people.

Thank you.

Last Delta

Swim with Me – The Merge

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***Fairelands Service Announcement***

We interrupt this scheduled story to announce that the story will not end today. We(as in me, myself and I) have gotten many messages, both to IMs and by Notecard, that you did not want the “Swim with Me” story to end with the Faire. It was always the plan, that this was going to be an exclusive story series, done for the faire, allowing for similar interests and lore to flow in. It was a unique way to cover some of the items from the faire, at the end of each story.

Due to public response, it has been decided that the story will go on, or a story within the same mer realm, continued in much the same format , in short little snippets, with various info and item coverage at the end of each post. You will be able to follow the rest of the story, beyond this point, on the blog Pixel Mythos. A special page has also been created, so that you can view all the “Chapters” in one spot.

It is the hope that the particular story, with these characters, will continue on again, here, come Fantasy Faire 2017.

***This has been a Fairelands Service Announcement***

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Riletta and her new friend, Big Blue, had been traveling for many Lights now, and the call, which came twice a day, so powerful, finally seemed to be getting closer. Having a Blue Whale nearby was handy as he could accurately calculate the distance of the sound waves. It wasn’t a skill she acquired, sorting out long distance vibrations, carried through the currents.

Continue reading Swim with Me – The Merge

Farewell to the Fairelands

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Now cometh the enveloping mists
Slowly spreading like tendrils
The migration inevitable
Across the vast emptiness

Alas these lands of wonder
Enchanted as they are
A heartbeat of light beating
Must yet succumb

The world makers wait
Knowing it comes
They embrace their children
Until the very last

The vigilent warriors
Watch from the walls
Grasping tightly
To these shores fleeting

Yet, hope will not fade
Far into time forward
Another place, another time
The beloved awaits rebirth

Never fading from memory
Shining brilliant across the seas
Ever brighter in its absence
In grand tales of the heroic

We release you then to the mists
A prolonged embrace now outstretched hands
Strength and love ever bind us
Farewell sweet lands.

If only just for now.

Bee Dumpling
May 2nd, 2016

LitFest Tours Special: Story from OtherWorld

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Seven Empty Thones
By Saffia Widdershins

“What do you see?”

“I see seven thrones on top of the highest hill, in the shade of the standing stone and the great tree,” said the young King.

“Are they all thrones?” asked his First Minister. “Look more closely.”

“Ahhh … only two are thrones,” said the young King. “They’re more decorated than the others. But even the others are … I don’t know … more formal? It seems a strange word to use here, where nature is so predominant.”

He was silent for a moment, considering. The First Minister watched him, a half smile on his face. It is possible to be proud of your King in many ways, especially when your King is young.

“Then perhaps a King, his Queen and their advisors,” he said. “Look how they are set out – a line, but curved a little. The advisors … like arms spread out to embrace. And there … that strange little stool by the foot of the thrones.”

“Perhaps a place for a prince or princess to sit and learn the business of government,” suggested the First Minister.

The King frowned a little. Young or old, the First Minister reflected, kings do not care for the thought that they need to be training up their successors.

The thrones face inward,” the King said suddenly. “Towards the land. If they turned them around and looked out over the sea, what a jolly view they would have!”

“But inland is where the people would gather,” said the First Minister gently.

“That’s true,” said the King. “I wonder if it was for judgements or law giving. Perhaps it was for entertainment … to hear music, or to see plays. Or fire dancers. That would look splendid – although they’d have to be careful not to let that huge tree catch on fire!”

There had been fire dancers who came to the palace three years previously. The King had not forgotten.

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But now his attention was still on the tree. “I wonder how old it is. Centuries, I’d think. You could have a whole town of houses in that tree – like the Dumbodins build, in the Creen Uplands. But none of their trees are as big as this! And all alone … I wonder if it was lonely.“

His voice dropped. He had no brothers, but even if he had, he would still have been set apart. And honest friends for a King, a young King, were not easily come by.

“I know these plants,” he said suddenly. “The mushrooms … and that one – there – with trailing fronds that glow. I have seen them in the palace gardens.”

The First Minister nodded. “Yes, you will find them in many gardens. And more … The island … the island can be found. Or rather an echo of that island. Somewhere to the west of here, beyond the Gulf of Rhionis.”

“So I can visit it?”

“Oh yes,” said the First Minister. “Though some say … it is an echo of this island. A loving – and much-loved – reflection.”

“The tree is there? And the thrones?”

“The tree is there. But the thrones … are not.”

“Perhaps,” said the young King thoughtfully, “the thrones have decayed. With time, you know.”

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“Perhaps,” said the First Minister. “But legends tell of a court of fair folk, wise and learned, who would gather here in a pavilion of crystal, to tell tales and to hear tales told. And that people would dance here on a magical boat, anchored high in the trees.”

The young King gave an astonished laugh. “A boat? In the tree? How did they get it there?”

“Legends say that it was lifted there – and held aloft – by a kindly dragon.”

The young King laughed again. “Now that really could do some fire damage to the tree!”

“Indeed.”

Somewhere in the chambers, a clock chimed a musical note. All the palace clocks were musical and gentle reminders of the passing time, but the young King’s face fell.

“Already? But there’s so much more to see – and talk about! The dragon skull, resting on the edge of the island. Was that the dragon who held the boat, do you think?”

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“No,” said the First Minister. “That was a young dragon, I believe, and full of strength. The dragon’s skull … that was a dragon who grew unimaginably old and rested, full of years.” Was there a wistful note in the First Minister’s voice?

The King’s gaze was still fixed on the painting.

“Your Council will be waiting,” said the First Minister.

“Yes,” said the King, a little glumly. Then he looked around the room, at the paintings that shone like jewels in this dark wood panelled room, where the light came gently through the mullioned windows.

“But we can come again tomorrow and see them?”

“Perhaps not tomorrow,” said the First Minister. “For your days are full, and very busy. But I promise you – we will come again and see more.”

“Good!” said the young King, and he moved to the door.

But the First Minister paused and looked around the room, at the fourteen bright paintings, each showing a different imagining of a different realm. And he sighed, very softly, for he knew – as the King did not – that when they came again, the realms would be there …. But utterly changed.

For that was the magic of the Fairelands.

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