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Join us for LitFest Tour No.10: The Rose

Water is ever flowing in this city
Water is ever flowing in this city

We will be visiting The Rose
Saturday, April 29th @ 5pm & 8pm SLT
Sunday, April 30th @ Noon SLT

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.
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The Song of the Spirit Pool

The Spirit Pool by Kayle Matzerath, Fantasy Faire 2017

Since the dawn of the First Age, when the peoples of the world started counting the passage of Time, we have been here. Keepers of the waters; guardians of Life’s Way; shepherds to those seeking rest as their Path leads to the gates of Beyond.

Carved from the living rock above the waters and below the outspread arms of the Goddess, our halls are open to all, from above or below the waves. Like time itself, our waters flow outwards from their beginning in the hills, passing through tunnel and channel as they seeking the Spirit Pool, while the ebb and flow of landfolk and seafolk mark the beat of the citadel’s heart.

The Spirit Pool by Kayle Matzerath, Fantasy Faire 2017

To some we are a place of commerce, folded between land and sea. To those seeking Answers or uncertain of their way as their years wane, we are a place of Sanctuary and peace. The waters of the Spirit Pool offer rest and clarity of vision and thought to those who seek either.

As the world turns, so we have seen the rise and fall of many; but while the years fall like leaves from a bough and the ages unfold as the petals of the flower, we remain. These walls, ancient before the world grew old, tire not. Though countless thousands of feet have walked our piers and halls, the stone beneath them does not fade nor wear. Our banners do not fade.

The Spirit Pool by Kayle Matzerath, Fantasy Faire 2017

“Timeless” some might call it; but that would infer we have escaped time. But how do you escape something to which you’ve never been held in thrall? We simply Are; and that is why the weary, the lost, the lingering souls caught between one realm and the next, find their way to us.

Beneath the Goddess’ outstretched arms, within the shade of covered terraces and walks, guided by the lanterns held aloft by the Handmaidens of the Pool or within the waters of the Pool itself, all who are uncertain, all who seek reset before passing beyond the realm of the physical, are welcome here.

The Spirit Pool by Kayle Matzerath, Fantasy Faire 2017

As a trader or traveller coming to this citadel for commerce, you may not see them moving among the people here, but we do. Our promises is to care for them, provide the peace they need so that they may hear their own calling. We do not offer direction; we do not encourage passage one way or the other. Each of those bound by time must make their own choice as to which path they will take.

That is how it always has been, here in the midst of the Spirit Pool, and it is how it always will be. We greet you now as friend and traveller, and offer our halls as a place of trading and meetings. And we will welcome you again, one day, when your spirit is in need of rest and your thoughts in need of focus, when the Spirit Pool calls to you once more.

The Spirit Pool by Kayle Matzerath, Fantasy Faire 2017

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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.
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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

Morbus…the Quest

‘The Bard Queen’s Song takes you to Morbus, where the Unweaver’s twisted power has turned beauty into chaos and nature against itself. Search among the thorns, avoid the twisted denizens and then on into the Alchemist’s tower to ……’

Morbus is the place to do the Quest…a dark place only to be entered by the brave ones; the explorers on a mission.

FF 2017 - Morbus - III

Are you brave and fierce enough to wander around this grim and desolate place, doing the FF 2017 quest?
I salute you, oh fearless Fairefolk!

Slurl to Morbus

The song of Dawn’s Promise

Dawn’s Promise by Marcus Inkpen and Sharni Azalee, Fantasy Faire 2017

We sit between the darkness and the light; between youth and age. Ours is a place of times past and times present; where the promise of that yet to be awaits.

Ours is a world of the crumbling and of the beauty of rebirth. We are eternal. Life’s energies flow through the waters of our realm, and the gift of renewal and creation float on the breeze. Our houses speak of the Old Times, the past, and the wisdom and grace of Age. The blossoms on our trees, the blooming of our flowers speak of present time and the vitality of rebirth, the richness of Life Anew.

Dawn’s Promise by Marcus Inkpen and Sharni Azalee, Fantasy Faire 2017

This realm offers all who seek it rest, respite and renewal. We ask naught in return. We do not demand adherence to rules or the invocation of arcane rights. We do not require you follow a mystic path or give obeisance to icons or gods. We ask only that you walk our grassy streets, and between the shadows of our homes and the light of the easterling Sun with open heart and mind; that you do not judge nor fret nor fear; that you simply Be.

We have been here since before others learnt to count the passing of Time; we will be here long after such counting has ceased. We will not always be visible to the world; we choose to make our presence known now, and for a brief span. But even when we can be no longer been seen, we will be here. Watching. Waiting. Our bridges will remain open to those who seek; the renewal of our waters are here for those who thirst.

Dawn’s Promise by Marcus Inkpen and Sharni Azalee, Fantasy Faire 2017

Our streets, our paths our bridges, our homes. All are yours to explore. Peace as rest can be found throughout our lands, under bough, atop rock, and under dome. Drink from our waters; eat of our fruits; let our lamps light your way.

There are those in the world who look to the West, to the setting of the Sun. They see the closing of a day as a time for reflection and endings. But we look to the East and the rising of the Sun; because Dawn is the time of Beginning, the time of Promise, when things are made new, and life opens fresh and bright, like the flower opens to greet the day’s new light.

We are the people of Dawn’s Promise, and we will take your lost and aged energies of the past and make them young again, as young as when the World was new. This is our Promise, our gift to the open of heart and mind.

Dawn’s Promise by Marcus Inkpen and Sharni Azalee, Fantasy Faire 2017

Visit Dawn’s Promise at Fantasy Faire, April 20th-30th, 2017

 

Search Out the Tale in Raven’s Perch

A place of beauty and mystery, this is a land that was once grand but has now been lost to the passage of time. Nothing remains untouched by the wild chaos of nature. The shadow of what it once was adds an element of Fae grace and elegance to the shell of a formerly great city. Walk its rose choked avenues, explore its Gothic ruins, and unveil the mystery of its fall to ruin.

Raven’s Perch  by Kaelis Ember and lrriven.