Dumbarton Oaks’ Magic Tome

by Dumbarton Oaks

I thought he would be fearsome — Tomar Re, warrior-king of old — but he was beauteous of aspect. He greeted me as a brother. He called me friend.

This sinewy brute of ancient times had a message to impart to me and he seated me beside him, in a throne alike to his. I must take up his standard. I must rule in his stead.

I was afraid. How am I, I asked, to follow in the footsteps of one such as you?

You are my heir, he replied.

There was more, enough more to fill books. For now, this is enough to know. The interruption of my normal birth and death cycle allowed Tomar Re to reach through the veils beyond and to reach me. I cannot rule without reuniting the Fairy Crown — the lost shards of our ancient glory. With that artifact upon my head, not even the boldest will dare defy me.

I am called to restore the pixie fairy to its former glory. I am called to reatore thie fairy kingdom to its supremacy — before the days of man. I am called to unite the natural magic of the pixie fairies into the potent force it can become. The big ones do not understand us. They do not know what we are. They will learn, to their everlasting sorrow.

Oh, and Rue is engaged to a bald, harlot, torchbearing hobbit or something. They will, apparently, drink anything that is offered to them. This is what I have to work with. Tomar Re, make me sstrong….

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