posted on Sep, 6 2017 @ 01:34 PM
The whooshing sound got louder as Gordi rounded the corner and peered down the craggy forest trail, into the murky darkness between the
massive pine trees.
It sounded a bit like a small waterfall, except that it was pulsating rhythmically - almost mechanically?
He'd first noticed the strange sound after setting up camp for the night. Gordi knew these woods well and was pretty sure that there was no
"waterfall" down this trail, and so he had come to investigate further.
After a few more steps, he paused and tilted his head to try and gauge which direction the sound was coming from. It was definitely up ahead
somewhere, but locating it precisely was being made difficult by the muffling effect of the trees, mixed in with the slap-back echoes from the rocky
trail he had just clambered down.
It was then that he saw a mysterious purple glow, there in the woods off to his left... He instinctively sank down slowly onto one knee, disappearing
into the underbrush, his gaze fixed firmly on the strange ethereal light. It appeared to be moving slightly... gliding through the trees one way and
then the other in a slowly swaying dance.
Bemused by this curious spectacle, Gordi methodically and stealthily moved forward, being sure to stay below the horizon-line formed by the rocks
behind him (in case his silhouette against the evening sky gave him away) and slowly, surely he edged closer to the swaying purple light and strange
As he got closer, he noticed a wisp of smoke and the orange glow of a small camp-fire in the clearing just beyond the glowing light, and he was sure
that he’d seen the outline of a small figure moving in time with the purple light as it passed in front of the camp-fire. It had been waving a
strange hollow stick in the air, and that's what seemed to be making the rhythmic whooshing sounds he'd heard.
He decided to get closer still, but as he placed his leading foot down it caught and snapped a small twig sending a loud CRACK! into the air to mix
and dance with the pulsing whoosh of the mysterious waterfall sound.
The purple light immediately sent bright sparkles out in every direction and quickly disappeared from view as a rather husky little voice called
“Who’s There? I mean you no harm. I have nothing of value here. I’m just passing through on my way to visit the Elven Elders at
Gordi paused for a moment and then stepped out onto the trail once more.
”I am Gordi of the Shed Realm in the land of Accasia, I didnae mean tae startle ye, I heard a strange noise here and was jist
tryin’ tae see what ye were up to!”
A loud belly-laugh was swiftly followed by the strange figure of a rugged-looking Dwarf stepping out to greet the big Scot, face-to....
well.... belly! His face beaming with delight.
”I am Pudge, second son of Madigan of Cavernock, and this... is my companion Mixie...
The smiling Dwarf extended his arm and the sparkling purple glow appeared beside him once more and settled on his shoulder in the shape of
a small Pixie, dressed in shimmering silvery robes.
”... the strange sound you heard would have been my Swizzer Stick, it's not much of an instrument I suppose, but enough for a poor
dwarf and friend to dance to in the woods!...
It is many years since I heard the dulcet tones of a native Scotsman, now tell me... would you be related to the MacLeans of Stornoway at
A big smile spread across Gordi’s face as he extended his arm, nodded at Mixie and shook Pudge’s hand enthusiastically.
”I’m sorry tae say that ah'm not, but your own accent betrays more than just Cavernock – I’ll wager you’ve spent some years
in Scotland yerself?
...and with that, the new friends sat down together by the fire... for there were many tales to be told that night!