Seamus The Leprechaun was going for his daily stroll, with his favourite walking stick, deep in thought. Well he would have had his favourite walking stick with him except he couldn’t find it anywhere. He was sure he had left it on the doorstep where he usually put it but maybe it was still at his local Tavern “The Shamrock” where he was known to have the occasional pot of Guinness?
As he pondered the question his thoughts were interrupted by a gefuffle coming from the direction of the secret fairy cave. To be sure Seamus wasn’t too keen on the fairies with their strange weirding ways. All that shenanigans wasn’t normal for decent folk like Seamus. Curiosity got the better of him though and he snuck closer to find out what all that pooha was about. As he neared the cave he could hear fairy voices in a panic saying something about missing crystals and gemstones.
Before he had a chance to get even closer he was almost knocked over by this annoying goblin running like a “She-Devil” up the path. “A fine ting is that!!” thought Seamus as he glared at the Goblins disappearing back “That’s MY walking stick!.and to be sure! MY favourite pair of Sunday shoes”.
The cave would have to wait; this Goblin needed a right talking to. But just as he was about to give chase a rainbow appeared. “All tings at once” thought Seamus. The Goblin would have to wait. Seamus had to check his pots of gold, buried in his favourite clover patch, before any strangers found them.

Jekyll The Goblin was going for his daily stroll, near the Secret Fairy Crystal Cave, when several, very angry, Rainbow Fairies ambushed him. “Where are the missing gems and crystals?” they were demanding.

The main suspects for the theft, The Wicked Witches Of The West, had recently been proven innocent of any involvement. The Rainbow Fairies were now starting to investigate other suspects known to have been near the cave at the time.

Jekyll knew nothing about missing gems and crystals. Unfortunately for Jekyll goblins do not have the best of reputations and are renowned for being prolific liars. Even though he was telling the truth, just like the little boy fairy who cried Dragon just once to often, none of the fairies believed what he was saying.

Sure Jekyll’s mate Jinx had told him about gems and crystals Jinx had seen when he had snuck into the cave; but none of the fairies asked about Jinx. And sure it was possible that Jinx had borrowed a few while he was there; but Jinx hadn’t shown any to Jekyll. Jinx was always proud of the things he borrowed and always showed them to his best mate Jekyll as soon as he could. Why just the other day Jinx turned up, pleased as Punch, with a new walking stick and Sunday shoes!

After awhile the Fairies decided to let Jekyll go. They didn’t believe him but they didn’t have enough proof to keep him any longer. With their backs turned away from him they started whispering something about a suspicious Leprechaun. Jekyll noticing their distraction decided to have a look at this cave himself.

Sneaking in he was immediately tripped over by a large root. Although the magical roots that protected the cave had been behaving oddly the last few days they were now back to normal. They quickly wrapped themselves around Jekyll and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Jekyll woke up he found himself miles away from the cave on a large clover patch. There was a very angry Leprechaun standing over him. “To be sure! A fine ting is that!” said the Leprechaun “Come to steal me pots of gold as well? And where is me walking stick and Sunday shoes?”

“Here we go again!” thought Jekyll.

Jinx The Goblin was going for his daily stroll, with his favourite walking stick, when he heard a gefuffle outside the secret fairy cave. The secret fairy cave wasn’t that secret at all! Almost every magical creature and their pet gremlin knew the cave’s location.

The problem was actually getting into the cave. If you somehow managed to sneak past the Rainbow Fairy Guardians you would then encounter the old gnarly roots at the cave entrance. If you tried to walk in they would trip you over and start wrapping themselves around you. Before you knew it you would fall into a deep sleep and then wake up mysteriously miles away from the cave entrance.

Jinx knew this from personal experience. Despite their friendly smiles the Goblins are not the trustworthiest of the magic folk. They have this annoying habit of borrowing things without asking and, to be quiet frank, with no intention of returning them. The are prolific liars and whenever confronted about a “borrowed” item seem to have a believable story to exonerate themselves.

Jinx snuck up behind the fairy guardians to hear what they were whispering amongst themselves. His ears pricked up when he heard that the magical roots were behaving oddly. Taking advantage of the Guardians distraction Jinx snuck into the cave. Indeed the roots didn’t even stir as he moved in.

The cave was pitch black, aside from the odd root which would suddenly erupt into a bright glow of light only to fizzle into nothing and go out making a sound like a penny cracker. Luckily Jinx had a candle in his coat pocket. When he lit the candle Jinx gasped in wonder. An amazing number of beautiful crystals and gemstones of every size and colour imaginable surrounded him.

Just when he bent over to touch one he heard the sound of voices coming down the cave entrance. Hiding behind the biggest root he could find he managed to sneak out unnoticed. He broke into a run. He had to share this important discovery with his best mate Jekyll and his boss the Goblin leader Hi-Jinx!

The Mud Trolls are not the most popular people in Carmella’s fairy world. Not only do they annoy everyone with their pranks and practical jokes they have this strange pungent muddy smell continually wafting over them. Their only friends appear to be the wild bush pigs who treat them as one of their own.

Their favourite food is fresh bird’s eggs and they are continually sneaking up trees raiding nests and plucking the tail feathers from sleeping birds for their hats. The Rosella’s and Cockatoos hate them. Whenever you see a pack of Galahs going off their heads you can be sure Mud Trolls are about.

All adult Mud Trolls have one squinting eye. Left handed Trolls have a squinting left eye and right handed Trolls a squinting right eye. For centuries it was thought that this was a genetic condition. Only recently it was discovered that in fact the Trolls are born with two perfectly good eyes. As children however their favourite game is to throw mud into each other’s faces. They hold the mud in their preferred hand and cover one eye with the other hand. Over time the exposed eye remains completely shut.

This has given them an evolutionary advantage. They can walk around on a moonless pitch-black night and still see everything. On those nights they are at their worst raiding nests and gorging themselves silly. Any hapless person wandering about the bush on such a night is immediately surrounded and before long is wondering why those pesky wild pigs are attacking them.

For thousand of years now Fairy Children have been warned by their elders “Do not enter the Mastanian Forests alone, they are full of many mysterious, evil, deadly creatures and you do so at your own peril!”.

Echeclus and his Centaur friend Chiron were themselves rather accomplished musicians and would often join the Fauns for a jam session. But somehow something had gone wrong. Rumours of the strange sounds emanating from the forest had spread far and wide. And pretty soon the forest was full of curious elves and fairies, overcoming their fears, taking a sticky beak to see what all the fuss was about.

The Fauns thought this was hilarious and in fact were happy to have a larger audience to play too while they hid behind the trees. The Centaurs, however, were enraged about this invasion of their privacy and wanted the Fauns to do something about it immediately!

Echeclus was hoping to find Leonardo before Chiron did. Chiron, unlike most Centaurs, was a very experienced negotiator; he was in fact considered to be the diplomat amongst the Centaurs. Echeclus however, like most Centaurs, didn’t have a diplomatic bone in his body. They all had a very short fuse and it didn’t take much to bring the animal side of the Centaurs to the fore. When that happened, they could become very violent and cause lots of damage.

In the past Chiron had always managed to calm the offended parties down and somehow find a solution to compensate any victims. Echeclus however wasn’t in the mood for any talking; you could see the steam coming out of his ears and nostrils. With his hind legs all ready tingling with anticipation he was going to horse kick that annoying Leonardo right out of the forest.

Bartholomew the Bush Gnome is one of the many “Jokers” performing in the Comedy houses in Carmella’s fairy world. The art of “Joker” or “Jester” has undergone an amazing revival ever since the recent rediscovery of the NeanderFairies in the Snowy Mountains.
Performers like “Baza” are guaranteed a sold out venue wherever they go. The NeanderFairies themselves seem to take up the front seats of all his performances and it doesn’t take long before the whole hall is filled with the sound of kookaburras gone mad.
The NeanderFairies although very primitive in many ways seem to have an ancient wisdom long forgotten in modern day society. Their motto “Laughter is in fact the best medicine” has been taken seriously by the modern day fairies and elves and has elevated Baza and his Joker friends to a super star status.

When Kristopolous the adventurer was exploring the Bruten caves he came across 2 dozen prisoners captured by the incredibly ferocious Viking warrior bush gnomes. Zuri the bush elf and her older sister Eshe were amongst them. He decided to help them escape. When confronted by GROINK who was guarding the cave entrance at the time he simply pointed over Groink’s shoulder and simply asked “What’s that behind you?” Groink was probably one of the strongest and most dangerous fighters amongst the warriors. He was also the dumbest. While he looked over his shoulder all the prisoners snuck carefully passed him. When he turned back around again there was a large pot of tempting eucalyptus ale in front of him. He took a sip and fell promptly asleep.
Chris and the prisoners fled over the Snowy Mountains. When they reached the top they decided to set camp surrounded by the sound of kookaburras laughing. The Neanderfairies who normally attacked any intruders that disturbed their peace were in deep discussion. These intruders were different; the Neanderfairy innermost senses were telling them that these intruders were somehow family, long lost cousins in need of help.Thinking the intruders were asleep they decided to investigate Chris’s tent to confirm their feelings. Chris who couldn’t sleep because of those annoying kookaburras promptly caught three of them and put them in a small cage. When he found an empty cage the next morning and opened it to take a closer look he felt a whoosh of air around his ears. The camouflaged neanderfairies had escaped. They also had decided from what they heard during the night that these intruders were indeed long lost family.
Using the fairy lights on their wings they gathered all the neander fairies in the area together and pointed to an unknown tunnel that went directly through the snowy mountains. Chris and the prisoners entered the tunnel just in time.
The Viking warriors came charging over the top of the mountain. On seeing a Purple, White and Green flashing Neon arrow that said “This Way” the warriors promptly ran in that direction. Twelve hours later they hit a dead end. Since then the rest is history. Zuri and Eshe have become celebrities in the fairy world. Their clothing company “House of Zuresh” was recently listed in the top three by “Fairy Fashion” magazine. Their famous colourful headwraps have been particularly popular and no fairy or elf would be seen dead at any party without one.

Bort the Bush Gnome (Warrior Division) is of Viking descent and lives with a group of Warriors near the Bruten Caves. They have an ongoing feud with Carmella the Witch and her extensive family. Over the last few centuries the warriors had continually raided the fairy villages and museums taking vast amounts of gold and valuable magical artifacts. They hid most of these in the deepest darkest parts of the caves.
They are particularly annoyed at Carmella’s great, great, great grandson Kristopolous the adventurer. Armed with special potions and spells given to him by Carmella Chris was able to explore the Bruten caves undetected and found and returned all the stolen artifacts to their rightful owners.
The Viking Warriors have declared revenge on Chris and Carmella for stealing what they had stolen in the first place. They are fearless fighters who would normally win any hand to hand battle and are to be avoided at all cost. They also happen to be about the dumbest creatures roaming the planet.
Their attempts to reach Carmella have so far all failed miserably.
They tried sailing across the “Sea of Inferno” in their wooden boats only to have them sink in flames to the bottom. They gave up after the seventh attempt.
Whenever they try to use their old secret track over the Snowy Mountains Carmella’s extremely powerful halfway spell takes effect. When they reach the half way mark, although their senses tell them they are moving forward they are in fact walking backwards in the exact steps they had taken previously. When the spell wears off they find themselves back where they started in front of the Bruten caves.
Scratching their horns and deeply puzzled they would start planning their next invasion. After 50 years of trying to cross the mountains they still haven’t figured it out
Then one day Bort came up with an idea that for a Viking warrior was an absolute stroke of genius. Instead of sailing west across the “Sea of Inferno” why not sail east instead. Sure it would take 10 times longer but it would save a lot of burnt feet and singed beards and eyebrows. The Viking council, at first stunned by the simplicity of this proposal and after deliberating for 12 months, has put Bort in charge of a Viking fleet. They are approaching Carmella’s south/east coast as we speak.

Stan is one of the favourite great great great great great grandsons of Carmella the witch. He inherited her incredible cooking and baking skills and is renowned in the fairy world for his personal invention “Lavender Muffins”.
Because of his large pointed ears Stan has a wonderful ear for music. And above all else the one thing he really loves to do is play on his magic silver flute. This was a present from his grand uncle Kristopolous who found it in the secret caves of Bruten (the definition of found is still in dispute with some of the bush gnomes who live near the cave).
The flute music seems to put a spell on people who listen to it. The sound just overwhelms the senses with a feeling of happiness and his lullabies are guaranteed to put young children into a deep peaceful sleep. Stan is pictured here with his mother Nina who also has an ear for music and who taught him to sing from the day he was born.