The story starts out with three adventurers arriving too late to save their she-elf sorceress companion from being cooked and eaten by vile goblins but then they remember a magic coin that can turn back time...once!

Chapter 1: The Feast

"Do you smell that?" Corvan whispered, as the aroma of cooking meat floated on the slight breeze that brushed at his hair.

"Yeah," Sara replied an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. "Corvan......." She wanted to say something, anything, but instead voice fell silent when she saw the grim look on the big warriors face.

"Smells delicious," Durthen added as he felt the pangs of hunger beginning to stir in his large belly. He noticed the looks he was getting from his two companions as they turned to face him. "Well, it does...." he said softly, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that enveloped the trio. He looked around the dimly lit cavern, with its rough-hewn walls and the flickering reflections of the fire from the main chamber casting it's eerie shadows. The crackling of the fire mingled with the distant sounds of goblin chatter echoing through the tunnels.

Sara's keen eyes scanned their surroundings, taking note of every possible escape route and hidden danger. She could feel the tension rising among their group, a palpable unease settling in like a heavy fog.

Just then, a coarse sounding horn blew, it's echoing cacophony spreading throughout the caverns and down the small tunnel that Corvan and his two companions stood.

"I don't like the sound of that," Corvan muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. "Be ready."

Sara's heart raced as the eerie sound of the horn reverberated through the caverns, sending shivers down her spine. She glanced at Corvan, seeing the steely determination in his eyes as he prepared for whatever danger lay ahead. The dim light casting shadows on his rugged features, accentuating the lines of worry etched on his face.

Durthen shifted uneasily, his bulky chainmail armour clinking as his rotund frame tensed with anticipation.

Sara's hand tightened around the grip of her shortbow, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself for whatever awaited them in the depths of the cavern. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating a macabre dance of light and dark that seemed to mirror the turmoil in her heart.

Corvan's brow furrowed in concentration, his mind racing with strategies and plans to ensure their survival in this treacherous place.

Sara's breaths came in shallow gasps, her sharpened senses on high alert as her eyes darted around the cavern, searching for any sign of movement. The dancing shadows played tricks on her mind, whispering tales of danger and deceit as the flickering light continued its eerie waltz.

"Stay close," Corvan's voice cut through the tense silence, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Sara nodded silently, her eyes flickering from shadow to shadow, her mind racing with thoughts of what horrors might be lurking just beyond their sight. The eerie waltz of light and darkness played tricks on her, making the rough-hewn walls seem to shift and move around them. She gripped her shortbow tighter, the familiar weight a comforting presence in the midst of uncertainty.

Corvan's steady gaze swept over his companions, assessing their readiness for what lay ahead. "We need to be cautious," he said, his voice low and urgent. "The goblins won't take kindly to uninvited guests."

Sara nodded in agreement, her sharp eyes flickering with determination. She knew the stakes were high, their companion's fate first and foremost.

Sara's fingers trembled slightly as she notched an arrow in her pink-fletched quiver, the vibrant hue stark against the dimly lit tunnel walls.

The weight of the bow felt familiar in her grasp, a tool of both protection and destruction. She stole a glance at Corvan, his eyes narrowed in determination, the reflection of the flickering firelight casting deep shadows on his face.

Corvan's gaze met Sara's, a silent understanding passing between them. In the flickering shadows, they shared a moment of unspoken camaraderie, their bond forged through countless battles and hardships. The weight of their mission hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burning wood and cooking meat.

Sara's heart fluttered with a mix of fear and determination as she readied her bow, the familiar tension in her muscles grounding her in the present moment. The flickering light from the main chamber danced across her features, casting a haunting glow on her determined expression.

Corvan's deep voice cut through the dimly lit cavern, his words echoing off the rough-hewn walls, "We must move swiftly and cautiously. Our companion's fate hangs in the balance."

Sara felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins at Corvan's words, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and resolve. But there was one thing that tried to cut through the determination and resolve and that was the ever-present smell of cooking meat that was filling her nostrils, it's enticing flavour causing her own mouth to water slightly. Although she would never admit it to the others, especially Durthen, but it did indeed smell delicious.

Durthen gripped his battleaxe tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, causing the clinking of his chainmail to underscore his nervous energy. "I don't like this one bit," he muttered, his brow furrowed with worry. "I've got a bad feeling Corvan."

Corvan's gaze flickered towards Durthen. He could see the nervousness in the dwarf. Something he has never seen before. He nodded his head slightly, a hint of worry beginning to form on his own face. "Me too, old friend," he said, forcing a calmness to his voice that, truthfully, he didn't feel.

Durthen nodded, his expression turning grim, the flickering shadows casting an unearthly look to his weathered face. "We need to find her," he stated firmly, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Now."

The three of them edged further down the tunnel, the light-filled opening to a vast underground cavern was only a few steps away. The scent of roasting meat grew stronger now as they peered into the vast chamber.

Corvan heard Sara gasp, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the gruesome sight before them. The vast underground chamber that stretched out before them, illuminated by the flickering fire at its center, was filled with hundreds of goblins. Their shadows danced on the walls, casting eerie shapes that seemed to whisper of danger and deceit. The smell of roasting meat permeated the air, mingling with the acrid tang of fear that hung heavy in the cavern.

Sara's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the horrific scene before them. The first thing she saw was the long blonde hair that framed the beautiful face of Thalia, her friend, gleaming in the firelight. Thalia's fine locks stirring in the breeze that floated through the caverns was what caught her eyes at first. But then she saw that her friends head was impaled on a spear, her face lifeless and limp. And there, bound to a spit over the crackling fire, was the body of her friend as the goblins cackled and jeered around her.

Sara felt a surge of anger and sorrow welling up within her, a fierce determination taking root in her heart as she clenched her jaw, her knuckles turning white around the grip of her shortbow.

Sara's mind raced with a torrent of emotions as she beheld the gruesome spectacle before her. The flickering firelight cast eerie shadows on the walls, twisting the goblins' grotesque features into macabre masks of malice and glee. Her heart wrenched with sorrow at the sight of Thalia's lifeless form bound to the spit, her blonde hair shimmering like spun gold in the dancing flames.

Durthen's hand gripped his battleaxe so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his gaze fixed on the gruesome scene before them. "By the gods," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice thick with emotion. "Those filthy goblins will pay for this."

Corvan's jaw clenched in silent fury as he took in the sight of their fallen comrade, his eyes blazing with a mixture of grief and rage.

Durthen's voice rumbled with unbridled anger as he went to step forward, his chainmail clinking loudly in the cavernous silence. "We need to make them pay," he growled, his eyes fixed on the horde of goblins surrounding the flickering fire. The flames cast an eerie glow on his determined face, highlighting the intensity of his emotions as he gripped his battleaxe tighter.

The crackling of the fire mixed with the cacophony of goblin jeers and laughter, creating a sinister symphony that echoed off the rough-hewn walls of the cavern. Durthen's eyes blazed with a fiery rage as he took a step forward, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the small tunnel that the three of them stood in.

The clinking of his chainmail seemed to underscore his determination as he strode towards the entrance of the vast underground chamber, where the flickering fire illuminated the gruesome scene unfolding before them.

The flames danced in a hypnotic rhythm, casting eerie shadows that flickered and twisted on the rough-hewn walls of the underground cavern. Durthen's eyes blazed with fiery rage as he took another step forward, his heavy footfalls echoing through the small tunnel where his companions stood. The clinking of his chainmail seemed to resonate with the fierce determination burning within him, a palpable energy that surged through his veins like molten lava.