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Faetaera: A Triumvirate

  A Triumvirate Brairton’s minions slipped through a barely noticeable fissure.  The tear would close shortly.  Despite the increase in their regularity the breaches rarely stayed open very long.  To the three insidious spies, the stink of the new world was almost unbearable.  But in time the triumvirate would each become so used to it they would scarcely notice it at all.  That it poisoned them they did not know.  Brairton was not in the habit of informing his operatives of fatal consequences.  Their programming precluded any thought beyond the mission they must complete.  In this Brairton had been exact and had performed the necessary rituals himself. Each had their mission branded into their being.   They would travel together for some time but then slip off to their secret destinations one by one, never to see each other again. The threesome latched on to their individual targets and began their particular brand of individual mischief immediately. Minion one skulked off to en
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Faetaera: Through The Rabbit Hole

  Larell’s heart was full to the brim.  His audience with Aurelia had been unexpected and full of wonder.  He was not surprised she was aware of his plans to send a force through to the other side.  Aurelia always knew everything going on in her world.  At times he thought he saw the weight of it bearing down upon her.  Then he wished to take her in his arms and carry her as well as the burdens she bore.  But of course he would never do this, merely imagine it.  It made him love her all the more.  She thought he did not know how she came by her information and he planned on keeping it that way.  It was the only way he knew to express his love for her without feeling foolish.   In the crystal lined chamber he felt her load more palpably than usual.   He knew it was simply his foolish love-sickness for his Queen but he let the feeling soak through him regardless.   Aurelia's lips twitched briefly as though she was amused.   She was kind in her tolerance of his ridiculous obsess

Faetaera: Burgered

  When the officers trapped the goblin it went berserk.  It tore chunks of dough from its bread bun hat and hurled them at the officers as they tried to apprehend it.  Strings of melted cheese coated everyone together with a sweet red sauce which reeked of a rancid preserving agent.  All the while the goblin shrieked in the most ear-splitting tone.   It behaved as no goblin has behaved since the time that was.  The Queen had taken every precaution to finish those times, eradicate them.   The goblin’s behaviour once in the holding cell was stranger still.   It would not give its name nor clan reference.   Larell thought he sensed confusion when it had been asked its clan designation, as though it had never belonged to any.   This was another in a line of disconcerting occurrences making Larell tremble with fear for his beloved world. It was clear the goblin was ill.   It no longer shrieked.   That had stopped some while ago.   Now it sat hunched against a far wall, its double hooded

Faetaera: Machinations

  The windows of Brairton's office were small and high up on the wall.   So high up that he could not see out of them.   He didn't care much for what the scenery outside had to offer.   If he could have it his way the place would have no windows at all.   But he needed easy access for his spies.   The feline part of Brairton's nature wanted always to swat at the wasps buzzing their news to his ears.   But if he killed them before they relayed their information his whole Buzz System would be quite pointless. So he resisted. Regretfully. So finally, he now knew how the goat fitted into Lac Taal’s network.   It had taken careful planning and positioning of his spies to find out that key point.   Brairton considered letting the queen's consort know, but decided he would keep this nugget of information locked away for the present.   A time would come when the queen would truly understand his worth and see how she had underestimated him. He wondered how his little exercis

Faetaera: Paggle & Co

  "This is so cool.   Are you going to start a riot?   There hasn't been a riot since... forever!   Actually, I don't even know what a riot is, but it always sounds so exciting when mum and dad talk about the rioting hordes in the old days."   Muggy's voice raced to keep up with the speed of her movements.   She weaved in and out of her older brother's rapidly moving legs, dodging body pops, complicated high kicks and exaggerated Irish dancing feet flicks. Her brother, Badoo, tried his best to ignore her.   Younger siblings, they were nothing but trouble.   It wouldn't be so bad, but Muggy was the youngest pixling in his family and seemed to think she had to look out for him.   But Badoo was fed up of Muggy always getting under his feet.   His paggle had a thing to do and it just had to be done.   He'd been practising his steps and he didn't want to get it wrong.   Now Muggy was threatening to bolas his feet from under him with her gyrations ar

Faetaera: The Wisdom of Curly

  Back in Larell's study Curly's goatee trembled as he spoke.   “There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind the ice sprite is depressed  Larell.   The stench of it filled the room.   It’s a wonder the poor plants didn’t just keel over instantly.” Depressed. That word again.   The first time Larell heard it he had to ask Curly to explain it to him.   “It’s good to have someone on the inside Curly.   Thanks for doing the job at such short notice.” The goat shook his head from side to side.   “I owed you Larell.” “Did he exhibit any other signs we need to be aware of?”   Larell paced back and forth behind his desk. “Well, I think he’s going to do something to himself.”   Curly sat back on his haunches. Larell’s head whipped round.   “Do something!   You don’t mean…?” “I do.”   The goat nodded sagely. “This is just too much Curly.   It’s …” Curly and Larell spoke together.   “Unheard of.” “I don’t have enough bodies as it is, now I’m going to have to find somebody t

Faetaera: Chamber Of Doubts

Aurelia sighed.  If it were not for the protective layer of Andian crystal in the walls, floor and ceiling which shielded her private chamber the floor would be carpeted with the tiny star tipped Eidel flower her people wore to commemorate their dead.  Sometimes the constant response to emotions her land evinced tore at her.  At these times she wished for nothing more than to be in some other world where emotions did not lay so close to the surface nor run so infinitesimally deep.  She worked so hard to keep her thoughts and feelings in check.  With Elumin she could be freer but at times even his demands needed to be shut out.  Perhaps that was why he did not like this room. But every day now she felt the need to sit here for a while, to still the broiling mass of emotions she felt would overwhelm her if she did not have some time to simply be.  Protected by the walls of crystal she had fashioned with ancient magic, Aurelia could let her thoughts drift unchecked to whichever place th