[Kobalt] Returning Home

[Sinstar]

[ModNote: Continued from The Trail's End.]

*Sinstar and Skarkill travelled over the realm of Wolfenden rather quickly it helped that they could travel through walls, trees and even people who would look some what shocked by the sudden chill that went down their spines for no reason it appeared.*

* Each step took them that little bit closer to their deitination and a addedbonus was that in their current forms they did not feel tired, hunger or thirst so they did not have to rest or take breaks to satisfy normal "mortal" needs but the journey took them about week over land a slight smirk coming to Sinstars face as she saw the familiar buildings in the distance and the goblins roaming the streets freely.*

*It was another day before they found the little place they were looking for a almost normallyappearing cottage if the moving ivy and varying colours of smoke coming through the chimmney pot was normal. The smoke changing from a deep green to a almost neon green to then change to bright pink which brought a distasteful look to Sinstars face at the bright horribe, far to feminine for her liking colour.*

*She turned to her brother with a sigh wrinkling her nose at the smell.*

Mothers at her brewing again, perhaps we should come back later...like ummm never?

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill was busy soaking in being back home in his own native lands as it were. The Tiny little Province of Kobalt, The are from where all Goblins, Hobgoblins and Goblin Masters or Mistresses came from. Once independant of the Knightmare realm it had been swollowed up during the second phase of the Dungeon and then following on from the 4th phase Lord Fear, after assueming controle of the Opposition, had instiuted a Protectorate over Kobalt.*

*Up untill Goblin hordes had been an unalined a mencec to dungeoneers but not soilders of the opposition, once the protectorat was established the hordes been conscripted for lack of a better term into the Opposition ranks and Goblins Masters such as Skarkill had found new work under Lord Fear.*

*Skarkill became aware Sinstar was talking to him and looked at his sister and smiled as helissend to her.*

"Never did care for Mother's tastes in style did you?"

"However Sis arn't you jumping ahead of yourself some what here?? We need to get our pysi...pys...Pya...phi. Errrrrr well Our bodys back first don't we before we can visit her ler alone say we'll come back another time??"

*It wasn't oftern Skarkill could correct his younger Sister but he always enjoyed it when he was able to.*

[Sinstar]

You mean our physical forms and perhaps but she's brewing and she's brewing pink that's generally a sign I shouldn't go any where near the house, spectral form or humanoid form pink smoke generally means pink clothin!

*Sinstar shuddered and pulled another face at the thought of pink clothing and shuddered againat the thought of PINK, FRILLY CLOTHING!**

Alright first things first , we get our bodies back then we run for the hills at lightning speed and then we avod coming here ever again yes thats the plan?

*The spectral form turned away from the cottage and headed towards the family graveyard abd stood over her grave which for some reason she found quite amusing*

This will take some dark magic and a bit of time, we won't be able to do anything until tonight it is too busy to do anything now.

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill didn't quite share his Sister's amusment at seeing their own graves. He shudered and shot her a dirty look.*

"It ain't funny seeing your own head stone Sis!!"

"Let's find somewhere to wait it out till dark comes then we'll set about...................what ever it is you have in mind for getting our bodies back."

[Young Grimwold]

*Within the cottage, a conversation is taking place. One side of it can be overheard from outside, for the speaker is loud and raucous.*

The speaker: I guarantee you, dearie, as long as you followed my recipe, it'll work ... I poured it over some old animal carcasses, and it stopped them decomposing right there and then, and made them as fresh as the day they died ... no, dearie, I couldn't find a human corpse to test it on, but... I'm telling you, just pour the mixture on their graves, and it'll do the trick, or my name's not... well, no, of course you won't know they're restored for certain unless you dig them up to check. It's not like they're going to come back to life and climb out the ground ... oh, I'm sorry, dearie, I didn't mean to upset you. I know what it's like to lose a child. And Young Grimwold, 'e may as well be dead sometimes, for all the time 'e gives 'is old mum ... yes ... yes, I'm sure they'll rest more easily in their graves with all their injuries healed, dearie ... oh, don't mention it. After all, we go back a long way ... look, dearie, I'd better be off now. Grimwold will be wondering where I am. Mind you, 'e wonders where I am when I'm in the same room. *The speaker cackles.* ... don't worry, once I find that elf path I'll be 'ome in no time ... no, only if you know just where to look for it. Or if you've got one of these reflector brooches to find it with! ... yes ... bye, dearie!

*The door of the cottage opens, and Mrs. Grimwold emerges. As she is shuffling away, she suddenly turns, and looks in the direction of the graves.*

Mrs. Grimwold: If that's a couple of you pookas laying in wait, then buzz off! I'm just a poor old... lady. You hear me? Be off with you! Where's Festus when you need him? Festus! FESTUS!

*Mrs. Grimwold heads away from the cottage, calling for her ever-missing pet as she goes.*

[ModNote: She's next seen on the Path to Wolfenden in A Journey Begins.]

[Skarkill]

*When Mrs. Grimwold has dissaperd down the path Skarkill and Sinstar emerge from where they had been hideing themselves. Why is unclear since they couldn't be seen anyway but insticnt and habit had kicked in when they heard the door creek open and they'd hid behind a large Tombstone.*

"Well sis I suppose that means we don't need your magic to fix our bodys, Ol Mrs Grimwolds done that for us."

"Mind you how we gonner get them out of the ground once mother's poured that stuff on to us...I meen them...errr on the bodies?"

*Notices Sinstar giveing a sullen pouting look in the direction Mrs. Grimwold had been heading.*

"Whats the matter? Did Mrs. Grimwold spoil your fun...... Little Pooka."

*Skarkill teases his sister.*

[Sinstar]

*She glances over to her brother with a raised eyebrow then in a childish manner simply sticks her tongue out at him.*

That I thought would be obvious little pooka brother were going to have to ummm sort of sink into our bodies. Join our souls with our physical bodies and umm claw our way out of the ground.

*She is about to continue talking but the door creeps open again and both used to avoiding their mother as much as possible quickly hid behind a large tomb stone again and watched as she poured a rather thick stinky liquid into the ground in a circle around the buried bodies of the two siblings.*

I am assuming they did not give us coffins when we were buried or they would have to dig us out or they would probably end up with two trees rather than refreashed bodies when that liquid hits the coffins.

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill looked at his mother from his hideing place he hadn't seen her in years, even before he had died. he smiled slightly as he saw her age was cathing up to her he could see it in her face and her once balck hair was now paler, but her figure was still tall and straight and proud.*

*Once she had gone back inside he and Sinstar emerged from there hideing places and looked at were their now HOPEFULLY refreshed bodies lay resting.*

"Hmmmmm Hope that potions don't heal my eye!!"

*Skarkill says out loud*

"Or I'll have to change me name."


"Anyway sis shall we get on with this."

*He says and starts to fade down into his own grave looking to his sister to see if she also was rejoing her body.*

[Sinstar]

*She takes a couple of moments simply hovering above her grave lightly. The feelings were strange from doing such but she closed her eyes and relaxed as much as she could, not that she needed to much and began to sink into the ground. Not feeling the earth around her form nor smelling it. She opened her eyes as she sank to her own form then muttered a simple word.*

Return.

*A dark purple glow seemed to begin to shimmer around her etheral form as she sank down completely joining her physical form that was previously bones but by the magics of the Fester dog lady it was appearing to be as it had been before she had been killed.*

*She began to feel the earth around her, her sense of smell began to kick in and her eyes slowly opened as the joining of etheral and physical form was complete.Now there was one problem...when one was in etheral form breathing was not needed so unused...she had been in some kind of etheral form for years now and the sudden need to breath was rather refreashing....except for one fasct. She was currently six feet under the ground and oxygen was a little sparse down here.*

* She couldn't open hermouth to breath without getting a mouthful of soil and with this she began to use her fingers and hands to try and dig upwards.*

[Skarkill]

*Meanwhile but a few short feet away from her, her brother was in exactly the same perdicament.*

*Skarkill scrabbeld and clawed at the dirt and soil that coverd him and was trying to smother him. He felt a little woosey almost certianly from lack of oxygen when sudernly he saw a chinc of light he was nearly out.*

*With one last burst of energy his hands burst threw the top soil and he heveed the rest of him out after them.*

*His one good eye blinked in the sun. (Obviusly Mrs. Grimwolds potion wasn't strong enough to repaire his eye.) He breathed his first breath of air in a long while. A Familer sneer apperd across his face followed by his infamous bloodthristy laguh.*

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHE.................LOVELY!!!"


*He heard somce scrabaling comeing from his right and looked across to his sister's grave.*

[Young Grimwold]

*The ground begins to stir. Then, like great bubbles in a cauldron, clusters of maggots burst onto the surface at Skarkill's feet.

Thanks to the side effects of their absorption of Mrs. Grimwold's strange elixir, these are no ordinary maggots. They are larger than average, bright blue, and somehow, they can jump. They are also in a bad mood: their lunch has had the cheek to come back to life and try to escape, and the maggots want to reclaim what is, in their humble opinions, rightfully theirs.

Sinstar is no doubt moments away from the same problem. Will she have the magical means to deal with these unnatural pests, or might Skarkill take a more literal approach to stamping them out?*

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill looked at The Maggots with a mixture of disguts and horror. They were the size of big rats and were hissing at him. He could make out a row of small but very sharp teeth in the maggots jaws.*

"Urrrrgh now this is not LOVELY."

*Skarkill said and started looking around for a rock to hit them with. He found one and hit the maggot that was closest to him. There was an arwful crunshing sound as the rock hit the maggots thick body and shaterd it. a thick blue slimy blood substance ozzed out of the dead maggot. Skarkill looked around at the others to see if they were going to attack or back off.*

[Young Grimwold]

*The surviving maggots retreat, astonished at the concept of a meal that fights back. But when Sinstar emerges from the ground, she will be followed by reinforcements, and a renewed attack is likely.

What is more, there is another potential concern: if Mrs. Grimwold's concoction can mutate humble maggots in this way, might there be unearthly side-effects in store for Sinstar and Skarkill at some point?*

[Sinstar]

*Sinstar pushes the final handful of dirt up into the air as she breaks through the soil to the surface, taking a long deep breath of air. Finding the sensation strange after so long without such her dark gaze firstly seeing the rapidly scuttling of the large blue maggots, a eyebrow arching upwards in puzzlement and curiiosity but for now she does not need to know the answer.*

Potion's may be useful but they do tend to effect anything and everything that comes into contact with them.

*She drag's her legs then feet up through the earth slowly standing next to her now empty grave.*

I think we should keep a eye on each other and our selves just in case the potion has any other less than desired effect's and I suppose now would be as good as time as any to go and scare Mother into her grave by giving her the shock of her life.

[Skarkill]

*Skarkill was a bit more concerned about the maggots which had once again grouped and were hissing at the siblings like very angrey snakes.*

"Sis before we do that is there any chance you could do something about these over grown garden pests!!!"

"Go on shove off out of it!!"

*He said and hurled the rock at the Maggots a few crawled away and burrowed back underground but a good number of them stood their ground and hissed louder.*

"Sis..I think their mad."

*Skarkill pulled the rest of himself out of the grave and quickly went and stood by his sister, the maggots hissed and started to creep to wards the siblings.*