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LitFest Tour Special – to Opal Flight!

Opal Flight. photographed by Alisaundra Andel
Opal Flight, photographed by Alisaundra Andel

Join us for a special LitFest Tour at 2pm SLT today to Opal Flight.

The beautiful Arts and Entertainment region, created by Haveit Neox and Lilia Artis, has a rich and complex story behind it – and many hidden secrets, which could inspire new stories for you to tell!

Opal Flight. photographed by Alisaundra Andel
Opal Flight, photographed by Alisaundra Andel

Above the waves all is white and bleached and sparse. But the waves hide a rich profusion of life and colour, and we will magically be able to explore beneath the waves.

Join us at the landing point in Opal Flight as we start our journey of exploration!

Opal Flight. photographed by Alisaundra Andel
Opal Flight, photographed by Alisaundra Andel

There will be centaurs.

Join us for LitFest Tour No.8: Chaddul Ro

A pleasant day to be impaled on a stake perhaps? Certainly an imposing entrance.
A pleasant day to be impaled on a stake perhaps? Certainly an imposing entrance.

We will be visiting Chaddul Ro
Thursday, April 27th @ 5pm & 8pm SLT
Friday, April 28th @ Noon SLT

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.
https://fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/chaddul-ro/

Please note: you do not need to use any of these ideas; feel free to write about anything in this region.

Sit by a stream and watch the bodies float by …
Sit by a stream and watch the bodies float by …

What did they kill to get those giant tusks? Monster Orcs?

Where did all the Orcs go to? And … will they return?

Is everyone Orcish here, or are a few miserable prisoners lurking?

Imagine the smell of hot, sweaty Orcs!

Even the skulls and bones get recycled
Even the skulls and bones get recycled

Participants are invited to submit pieces written as part of LitFest Tours, or inspired by the Faire Lands, to be included in “Tales from the Fairelands” on the Fantasy Faire website and possibly to be read on Fantasy Faire Radio by yourself or one of our volunteers.

Work may be submitted at any time during the Faire, and we recommend that it be submitted by 11pm the day after each destination cycle has been completed in order to be considered for inclusion in “Tales of the Faire Lands” posts while the Faire is open. Individual writers retain creative ownership of works submitted.

Enter anytime, but never leave!
Enter anytime, but never leave!

Compositions of poetry or prose can be submitted in one of two ways:
1. Email to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com
2. Drop a notecard into the LitFest Tours Submissions mailbox at Fantasy Faire LitFest home base on Kakushi Pasu

LitFest Tours Part 1: Tales from Mudrana

Over the last week, Fairelanders have been joining tours of individual lands and telling stories about them. These we will be preserving on this website – and some will be made into special tales to be recorded for Fantasy Faire radio. We’re also going to share some of these stories here, starting with Tales from Mudrana.

 

Mudrana – picture by Justen Tyme.

A Story from Mudrana
by FidgetsWidgets

It was a big frog to be sure …

Well, that was an understatement. It was HUGE! And Fidget was having third and fourth thoughts about her plan.

Still, if she wanted to ride the dragonflies, she had to get to them. And to get to them, well a particular kind of Dinkie bravery was required.

Taking a deep breath; whiskers a-quiver, she put one paw in front of the other and began the climb.

A steady drone of noise from the frogs and the flying things played in her ears … helping to steady her focus on the green slimey moss that was growing on the surface of the godfrog statue.

Wafting up from the purple-centered blooms was a delicate fruity scent, while the yellow-centered blooms on the other side had a kind of mineral quality to their sniff.

She was fortunate in that — because if either one of them had smelled of chocolate or bacon … well! Climbing would have been an impossibility.

So up, and up, and up, and up, and up she went …

And at just that moment, the lands began to quake, the HUGE godfrog began swaying … was it a katastrophy for our brave Dinkie?

Some blame it on a monster they call Lag. Others blame it on something called Knew Servers.

And if you want to hear the rest? My deary … you’ll have to ask her yourself! I suggest you lay down a trail of gummi worms to draw her attention.

Picture by FidgetsWidgets

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The Perils of Youth: a Tale of Mudrana
by Lyr Lobo, aka Cynthia Calongne
Fantasy Faire 2017

“Come back here!” Esme said, her roar sounding fierce.

Mynx knew better than to stop. She knew Esme would follow, but at a snail’s pace. Instead, her gaze drifted to the lilies where the light twinkled, a strange haze that drew her deeper.

She danced across the lilypods, feeling them shift in the water as her feet dashed over them. The leaves swayed, displaying wee frogs that stared as she danced past. They croaked a song unfamiliar to her.

Picture by Lyr Lobo.

The lilypods rose to form a graceful trail, lining the hill. A distant light flashed above them, beckoning her to draw near. Mesmerized, she took a few steps, only to snap out of her reverie as Esme called to her.

“Do not go up that hill without me. Mynx! I’m warning you. I’m going home if you don’t slow down this instant!”

Unwilling to go alone, Mynx turned to wait for her. Exasperation fueled her next words.

“Getting too fat to catch me, Esme?” she said, glancing back to see if it worked. She knew how to goad her. They were childhood friends, approaching the edge of womanhood, which took a lot longer than they would admit. Feminine and at the brink of their power, the two girls couldn’t be more different.

Mynx was tall, athletic and strong. She looked good, but her tomboy ways kept interested parties at bay. In contrast, Esme was luscious, a ripening peach that turned many a head. It was only her hesitant manner, fed by a lack of confidence that made would be suitors pass her by.

Mynx stamped her foot as she watched Esme tiptoe from one lilypod to the next. Her gait resembled an old woman, cautious as she stepped onto one and tapped the next with her toe, testing to see if it would hold her weight. This was going to take all day!

“Come on, already. They’re safe. I ran over them, fast as I could! You can do it!” Mynx said, growling.

Esme frowned as she inspected the next pod, tapping it with one foot on it before shifting her weight to test it.

“Oh my sweet beehive, at this rate, it will take forever!” said Mynx, growling. “I’m not going to wait much longer.”

As Esme stepped on the next lilypod, a frog jumped, landing next to her. “Ribbit,” said the frog, his eyes bulging. He wore a fancy vest and a top hat, but Mynx saw that his lower half was bare.

Mynx’s eyes narrowed, not due to the roguish frog. She saw her friend fall on her backside, landing hard on the leaf as it rolled beneath her. The side she sat on dipped low into the water. Esme clung to it as her foot kicked against the water.

“Dashed plucky frogs,” Mynx snarled under her breath before hollering, “Come on already. Quit fooling around and get up here!”

It must have worked. Esme prodded the frog with her toe, nudging at his belly, but her foot slipped from its target and landed in his crotch.

“Ribbit!” said the frog, roaring in pain as he retreated to the next pad.

Esme knelt on one knee, preparing to stand. She cried out as she slipped, the water splashed around her, making the leaf slippery. She lost her grip and slid toward the water.

The frog’s tongue whipped out and snapped around her ankle. He yanked her back onto the lilypod as she shrieked and kicked at him.

“Ow!” said the Frog as he tugged with his tongue, dragging Esme flat on her face. Alarmed, Esme cried out as she rolled over and kicked at him.

“Get off of me,” she hollered.

Mynx, fearing for her friend, broke her disguise and snapped open her wings. She flew fast, swooping at the maligned frog, who yanked back his sticky tongue, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Any other time, she would have enjoyed the sight, but Esme let out another cry.

Her placid friend lost her grip on the slippery lilypod and slipped from into the water.

Mynx flew fast, grabbing her by the ankle as Esme’s head dipped under the water. She strained she flew, her wings beating fast. Her friend was no dainty miss dry, she thought as she struggled to carry her wet friend.

They flew up to the summit of the rise, where Mynx dropped Esme onto the grassy hill.

“Ow!” said Esme, turning to glare at her.

Mynx fluttered to the ground, coiling her wings back into their hiding place. She sat down next to her friend and let her toes wiggle in the soft, strange grass that twitched as she settled onto it. The scene played across her mind, and a laugh escaped her.

Esme friend gaped at her. “How can you laugh?” Esme looked so bedraggled that Mynx let out a roar of laughter. The once beautiful curls were dripping wet, and a wet leaf stuck to Esme’s eyebrow.

“It’s not funny,” said Esme, shaking the wet curls out of her face.

“Oh, but it is. Your frog prince came to your rescue. What did you do? You kicked him. And not in a good way.”
“Did not!”

“You sure did. Whatever hope he had for a family is now a thing of the past.” Mynx laughed so hard that tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

They sat back, dazed by the mishap. After a few moments, Esme grinned.

Behind her, Mynx noticed the hapless frog hopping up the path. Her giggles grew as she caught sight of his soggy top hat.

He announced to no one in particular.

“Fine. This is the thanks I get — a swift kick in the unmentionables followed by whiplash of the tongue. Females! You’ll be the death of me,” said the frog, gesturing at them with his cane.

A deep rumble shook the ground beneath them. The hill pitched and rolled as it drew back. Mynx grabbed Esme with her right hand and buried the frog under the crook of her arm, ignoring their protests. She took to the air, her wings straining to elude the new threat.

The ground rolled back as two eyes, one green and one blue, stared at them. The frog in her arms squirmed, his little feet kicking at her arm as he tried to jump.

Picture by Lyr Lobo.

“I am alive,” said the Frog King, his voice reverberating as he wiggled a sticky tongue at them.

More About Seanan McGuire, our special guest at the Lit Fest

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

People who enjoyed hearing Seanan McGuire at the LitFest on Monday, and who would like to read some of her works, can find a real treat today on her publisher’s website.

This June, Seanan McGuire returns to her rich multiverse of fantasy worlds with Down Among the Sticks and Bones, the second book in the beloved Wayward Children series.

Her publishers, Tor, want to give you a chance to read the book that started it all before Down Among the Sticks and Bones comes out: Every Heart a Doorway, the transformative book that won the 2017 Alex Award and was named to the 2016 Tiptree Honor List, is currently nominated for the 2016 Nebula Award for Best Novella, and that NPR called a “mini-masterpiece of portal fantasy — a jewel of a book that deserves to be shelved with Lewis Carroll’s and C. S. Lewis’ classics.”

If you sign up for theTor.com Publishing monthly newsletter. they will send you the link to download the ebook edition of Every Heart a Doorway for free!

Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire
Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire

This offer is available worldwide from until 11:59 PM ET on Wednesday, April 26th.

You can read more about the offer here!

You can also read an excerpt from Down Among the Sticks and Bones here.

Join us for LitFest Tour No.7: The Hill

Birdsong, friendly shop-keepers and green pastures, fresh as an early summer day.
Birdsong, friendly shop-keepers and green pastures, fresh as an early summer day.

We will be visiting The Hill
Wednesday, April 26th @ 5pm & 8pm SLT
Thursday, April @ Noon SLT

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.
https://fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/the-hill/

As you amble along the lanes, be sure to check out that clock tower.
As you amble along the lanes, be sure to check out that clock tower.

Please note: you do not need to use any of these ideas; feel free to write about anything in this region.

This is a happy place, but perhaps someone doesn’t want to party, why might that be?

How do they pay or barter for all this food and drink?

Does someone desperately need a meal?

Did someone hide away to avoid everyone else?

Clock detail
Clock detail

Participants are invited to submit pieces written as part of LitFest Tours, or inspired by the Faire Lands, to be included in “Tales from the Fairelands” on the Fantasy Faire website and possibly to be read on Fantasy Faire Radio by yourself or one of our volunteers.

Work may be submitted at any time during the Faire, and we recommend that it be submitted by 11pm the day after each destination cycle has been completed in order to be considered for inclusion in “Tales of the Faire Lands” posts while the Faire is open. Individual writers retain creative ownership of works submitted.

A party in the making, it’s Tolkien day at the Faire and the scariest sound will be fireworks (or perhaps the Segways of the Pawlice).
A party in the making, it’s Tolkien day at the Faire and the scariest sound will be fireworks (or perhaps the Segways of the Pawlice).

Compositions of poetry or prose can be submitted in one of two ways:
1. Email to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com
2. Drop a notecard into the LitFest Tours Submissions mailbox at Fantasy Faire LitFest home base on Kakushi Pasu

Join us for LitFest Tour No.6: San Mora

Who created a home from an old aircraft but now drinks their life away? How do they get the booze?
Who created a home from an old aircraft but now drinks their life away? How do they get the booze?

We will be visiting San Mora
Tuesday, April 25th @ 5pm & 8pm SLT
Wednesday, April 26th @ Noon SLT

San Mora (Jaimy Hancroft/Eowyn Swords/Morbid Deceit)
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.
https://fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/san-mora/

Please note: you do not need to use any of these ideas; feel free to write about anything in this region.

Does the boat still function? Does it bring supplies, and allow the desperate to escape?
Does the boat still function? Does it bring supplies, and allow the desperate to escape?

Who are the good folks, and the bad?

Who is revered or just feared?

Is there any laughter to be heard, cruel jests or true humour?

What hope do they have?

Why can’t they (or won’t they) leave?

Who lives in this well-lit home?
Who lives in this well-lit home?

 

Participants are invited to submit pieces written as part of LitFest Tours, or inspired by the Faire Lands, to be included in “Tales from the Fairelands” on the Fantasy Faire website and possibly to be read on Fantasy Faire Radio by yourself or one of our volunteers.

Work may be submitted at any time during the Faire, and we recommend that it be submitted by 11pm the day after each destination cycle has been completed in order to be considered for inclusion in “Tales of the Faire Lands” posts while the Faire is open. Individual writers retain creative ownership of works submitted.

Who created the statue and why?
Who created the statue and why?

Compositions of poetry or prose can be submitted in one of two ways:
1. Email to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com
2. Drop a notecard into the LitFest Tours Submissions mailbox at Fantasy Faire LitFest home base on Kakushi Pasu

Posted on a wall at the end of the overpass, on the city side, are missing persons posters. Can you find them? Some well-known Faire Folk there!
Posted on a wall at the end of the overpass, on the city side, are missing persons posters. Can you find them? Some well-known Faire Folk there!

Join us for LitFest Tour No.4: Egregore

Abandoned toys, headless puppets and circling golden dragons. Welcome to the worlds of Egregore where giants heave apart the land to investigate
Abandoned toys, headless puppets and circling golden dragons. Welcome to the worlds of Egregore where giants heave apart the land to investigate

We will be visiting Egregore
Sunday, April 23rd @ 5pm & 8pm SLT
Monday, April 24th @ Noon SLT

Egregore (Mayah Parx)
A fantastical thought form of serene darkness immersed in light, a place where expected purpose is relative and surrealism casts its shadow across the land, inhabited by egregors. This fantastical place is born of the collective phantasmagoria of its people.
https://fantasyfairesl.wordpress.com/egregore/

Please note: you do not need to use any of these ideas; feel free to write about anything in this region.

Lighted spheres and abandoned scrolls litter the ground
Lighted spheres and abandoned scrolls litter the ground

Egregor – a thoughtform or collective group mind, an autonomous psychic entity made up of, and influencing, the thoughts of a group of people.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egregore

Who would dare to ride the Eternal Halloween merry go round?

Dare you explore the mysterious mechanical tower were rabbits disappear through psychedelic holes.

Whose mind created chessboard curiosities from a looking-glass world?

Toys and cobwebs in lie dusty attics where candles and heaters still burn, but for whom?

What is emerging to read the dusty tomes?
What is emerging to read the dusty tomes?

Participants are invited to submit pieces written as part of LitFest Tours, or inspired by the Faire Lands, to be included in “Tales from the Fairelands” on the Fantasy Faire website and possibly to be read on Fantasy Faire Radio by yourself or one of our volunteers.

Work may be submitted at any time during the Faire, and we recommend that it be submitted by 11pm the day after each destination cycle has been completed in order to be considered for inclusion in “Tales of the Faire Lands” posts while the Faire is open. Individual writers retain creative ownership of works submitted.

A sweetly nightmarish end, and still the dragons circle
A sweetly nightmarish end, and still the dragons circle

Compositions of poetry or prose can be submitted in one of two ways:
1. Email to fantasyfaireshortstory@gmail.com
2. Drop a notecard into the LitFest Tours Submissions mailbox at Fantasy Faire LitFest home base on Kakushi Pasu