posted on Sep, 7 2017 @ 12:35 PM
When the morning sun began to peek over the rocky ridgeline above the pine forest, it found Gordi, Pudge and Mixie still chatting around
the camp-fire, which had by now reduced itself to all-but-a-few glowing embers.
Their night had been filled with tall-tales, laughter & song and none of them had even noticed as the hours drifted away into memory.
There were more than a couple of empty Ale bottles lying around them and Gordi’s trusty old hip-flask was devoid of its usual Single Malt Whisky
contents, but he couldn’t remember a time when he’d last been so happy.
Mixie gave out a little half-yawn which turned into a sparkly purple Burp! Making her tiny cheeks flush with colour as she turned shyly away. Gordi
stifled a laugh as he pretended not to notice and Pudge stood upright, leaning into a grand stretch with his hands placed in the middle of his lower
back, before giving Mixie a knowing wink and a smile.
It was time to break camp and Gordi had offered to escort his new friends back to Accasia, but he had yet to establish why they needed to see the
Elven Elders so badly. When asked about this matter, Pudge had simply shrugged his wide shoulders and hinted at “The Time Being Right”, so Gordi
had left it at that as he didn’t want to pry.
He stood up from his seat on an old Oak stump and lifted his hat to his head with a cheesy flourish which sent a sudden & unexpected cascade of purple
glitter tumbling out of his hat and all over his hair, face and tunic!
(It seemed that Pixies had the same sense of humour no matter where they hailed from!)
The companions quickly tidied up the camp and collected Gordi’s remaining belongings from up the trail where he’d left them the night before, then
set off for Accasia as Pudge hummed out an olde Dwarvish chant-song to pass the time.
”The clang of the hammer,
the clunk of the spade,
the flicker of torches,
as we toil for an age.
The friendship and laughter,
of comrades and friends,
and the riches we work for,
shall come in the end....”
The forest trails were soon behind them as they passed on through the mountains and down into the lowland valleys which lead up to the
heart of the Shed Realm and into the land of Accasia itself.
An old cart track led the way, following the path of a small green river as it twisted, turned and tumbled its way out towards the distant seas to the
West and then up ahead it crossed a wooden bridge before turning to the North and into the orchard woods beyond.
But, as they neared the Bridge Mixie FROZE in an instant, staring intently at the Bridge...
”I... I... think there...m.. might...be....up ahead.... under that... b.. b.. bridge...... a.. a.. A TROLL!”