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The Mischievous Gnomes, Part Two

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    Eighteenth Day of the Fifth Moon,
    Eighteenth Year of Recent Awakenings

    In accordance with the will of Her Majesty, and in upholding the duties charged to me as a Senior Chronicler, I hereby submit an account of
    The Mischievous Gnomes, Part Two.

    Loud booms and crashes made its way through the castle, not a full day after the mysterious gnome and lights made their presence known to the denizens of the keep. For a time, people were unable to pinpoint where the sounds originated from. The noises went off and on throughout the morning and afternoon and often gained crowds of people searching the castle for its location. Reports of sounds coming from the Watch Tower eventually made their way to the Army and upon inspection, it was found to be unlocked. While investigating the usually locked and secured room, another crash was heard from the Alchemist Hall. From the angry shouting emanating from the southern door, it was clear the Royal Alchemist had unwanted company who were not only annoying him, but getting into his items.

    The noises continued for the rest of that day and carried over into the next where new sounds of giggling could be heard. In addition to the sounds, it was also reported by numerous denizens that shadows were seen going past doors and small faces hiding in the corners of the outer bailey courtyard. However, no further reports of gnomes had been made. On the third day of the fifth moon Mistress Wilena, who was assisting with rounds, came across small footprints in purple that led to the clothier’s room. Upon entering the clothier’s room, she found it had been made a mess of. Purple dye had been splashed on all the walls and torn garments and fabrics were scattered on the ground. However, the most interesting finds was a set of lockpicks that were used to break into the room.

    The room invasions did not end there. On the fourth day, the carpentry room was also broken into and completed trashed. The walls splashed with rainbow stains and the furniture moved all about the room. Over the next few days, the events seemed to be on repeat, crashing sounds, faces in the courtyard, and the shadows going past the doors. Reports of small crossbows and even smaller needles were found spread through areas of the castle and collected by denizens before being turned over to the Army. When the fifth day arrived, a strange posting was made on the public boards announcing that an event was to take place on the eighth day. Without a signature or any detail on what the event was for, the denizens of the castle were left to wonder and whisper assumptions amongst each other.

    As the arrival of the eighth day came denizens gathered in the courtyard at the eighth late bell in anticipation of the mysterious event. Numerous boxes were displayed throughout the courtyard with no way to open or move them. Not long after the eighth bell threads of silk sprang from the ceiling, with a number of gnomes sliding down. Each wore black clothing and held miniature crossbows with tiny needles as their bolts. The gnomes had quite an amusing entrance as it took them some time to relax around the many "hoomans" as they pronounced it. Once calm, they thanked everyone for coming as they awaited a specific guest. Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of terror surrounded the courtyard with veiling smoke. Once the smoke settled, Princess Maeve was there along with members of the conclave.

    The gnomes excitedly welcomed the Princess before each of them going to one of the many boxes. On a count of three, they opened the boxes and a loud cheer of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" was sounded throughout the castle. The happy wishes went on for a few seconds as the other boxes popped open to reveal cakes and tables full of food. The gnomes then informed the Princess that this was a birthday party for her since she had never had one as they spoiled her with gifts. The rest of the party concluded with many guests showing, innocent pranks on the hoomans, and presents to the Princess.

    This chronicle will be subject to changes and corrections, as I humbly ask that the readers indicate to me through their discretion any falsehoods I may have mistakenly communicated. It is by means of the conservation of the Past that we continue to serve Her Majesty and give substance to those that follow.

    In service to Her Majesty Queen Vivienne, the Office of the Chronicler, and the Denizenry of our Gracious Queen's Realm,

    Yazmin Reymess
    Senior Chronicler