"Come here, and you can have them. but you must stay with us if you take the Shinies" Shravani searched around in her pocket and pulled out a metal button that she had taken from a goblin in Cornovi she stood with the button in her palm, hand flat showing the gobling it.
"Whas that then missus? not very shinie is it eh? not like this no....." crouching on the floor Grimwrinkle root around in various bags and pouches till he finds a large crystal of rock salt.
"eeeehhhh aaaaaahh lookses lookses at the ways it moves the bright lights eeeeee ooooooo and it tastes too"
he proves this by giving the crystal a liberal lick and screwing his face up tightly at the saline taste....
The group travel through the forest for several days...stopping to rest and eat when the need arose....which with the travelling dust bin that is Grimwrinkle was annoyingly often for the two elves.......
The trees through which they travelled becoming increasingly deformed and gnarled around them....the undergrowth seemingly burnt and yet still alive.......the sound of animal sounds becoming fewer and fewer until two days go by without them hearing even the dawn chorus......
Each member of the party increasingly gains a sense of foreboding as the land around them changes from natural to twisted and deformed.....
Within each of them a nagging sense of concern grows....as if from someone else......
Within Aiths mind a growing presence edged into his thoughts....*The sword must be reunited with that whom controls it...*.......
Cirothe lingers on the edge of Shravani’s mind....a growing unease at the inability to reach out to any form of animal life.....
Grimsnali merely plays on the edges of Grimwrinkles mind....feeding him pleasant memories of shinies and fun times..........with an underlying current of concern for the safety of her chosen one.........
After many days travel they come to the edge of the forest....before them lays a flat expanse of plain...little grows here....to the west there lay a range of forbidding mountains....to the east more mountains but nestled at the base of them seem to be a settlement of sorts......
North the path is flat plains.....seemingly going on for eternity........
The air around Chadda begins to spark and crackle......tears appear in the atmosphere around Chadda splitting the fragments of space and time before them.......
As the portal reaches the ground a blinding light illuminates the circle in which they stand .......Chadda vanishes.....the portal closing behind him.............
Dusk falls , as the sun dips beneath the skyline the moon begins its journey across the darkening sky.
As the sky turns a deep velvet black a shadow begins to crawl across the moons face.
As the shadow completes its journey the moon turns a deep crimson red hanging in the sky as a droplet of blood falling through the air.
"Chadda!" Aith yells out as he tries to grab Chadda but being too late with the bright light blinding him so he can't see. Once the light fades away he realises that he is gone and there is nothing he can do.
As dusk falls upon them he says to Lurtore in his mind, *do you know what has happened to Chadda Lurtore? What is this sword that you are talking about and does it have to go back to? Can you guide me to the place that the sword lies as I do not know there it is.*
The loss of Chadda wasn't the worst to come but wasn't great, they had managed to keep Grim in one place and well stop him doing goblin things, or at least the worst of them.
Shravani looks at Aith then her gaze turns to the goblin a sigh escaping her. "Right what do you want to do, do was stop here for a while then move on when the morning comes or continue walking untill morning" she asked stopping and standing facing the two.