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One of the tiny creatures cried with a scroll made of human skin in its hand, and another overzealous one walked over to kick Jet in the shin and blow raspberries at him. However as it did one of the giant petals of a nearby house broke off and flew towards it at such speed it decapitated the diminutive pixie.
Jet stared at this mortified, and so did the other fae, even more so when his forehead opened up, revealing a black hole that dimmed the head-ache inducing color cascade of this world. Even their outfits, made of colorshifting leaves, became dull and gray. They shuddered as they looked at him.
“The House Builders… The House Builders… The House Builders…”
They repeated in a mantra.
“Markolab? What just happened?”
“The little one unknowingly violated the oath all Raksha are beholden to and paid the price. When it kicked you it violated your diplomatic immunity. Keep your caste mark lit and they won’t dare harm you, so long as you remember what I said. Now let’s go.”
With none to escort him Jet started walking towards the castle. The journey took far longer than anticipated and it made him realize that this place is far larger than the clearing led him to believe. It took him an entire hour of ignoring all distractions and marching steadily to reach the gates, where a pointy eared man awaited him, riding a horse made of stained glass and accompanied by six standard bearing child-like elfen things… and one mortal man.
“Behold! Laerd-”
The dead eyed man repeated the introduction the other gnomes did. Jet paid little attention to his words, he was more interested in the boys dimm eyes and the monotony of how he talked.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“They drained him dry. His dreams, passions, even his sense of self. It all lays in the gullet of the Fair Folk now. ‘Tis but a husk of a man, puppeteered by strings of gossamer and glamour.”
“Is there a way to fix it?”
“No.”
Finally the boy’s ravings about his lord end, and the fae raises a sword made of feathers.
“Good job squire! We may make a knight of you yet! Now-”
The fae turned to Jet.
“-speak Knave! What hast brought thee here? Hast thou cometh to challenge me or perchance to request hospitality?”
He ignored the Fae for now and turned to his demon for assistance.
“Does it not know?”
“It does. But the Raksha are creatures of story. It’s trying to lure you into its own narrative. Don’t let it do what it wants.”
>I’ve come to make an alliance
>I’ve come to bargain
>I’ve come to kill you
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