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"Strange. Either the Fair Folk drove away all the animals or... or they enchanted all of them. Keep your eyes peeled Jet, I'll watch your back. DUCK!"
A mushroom behind him rose from the ground, alongside a great bundle of roots. Or at least that's what it looked like. In truth it was a diminutive creature, with an impressive gut, a prominent ear and a bizarre club-like tool in hand. A goblin. The creature had spiraling patterns all over its skin and its nose was shaped like a mushroom cap. As it laid down it perfectly blended into the environment to the point that not even Markolab could pick it out from the native vegetation. Jet crouched under its swing and got to see its alien weapon from up close. It had a handle with a crossguard, like a sword, and its head was a bizarre jumble of spikes made of wood, stained glass and crystals and the two ends were connected by a stiff line only a hair's breadth.
He shifts to the side, plants one hand on the ground and uses it to spin around and kick the goblin as hard as he can. He lands a clean hit and the foul creature goes flying with a guttural screech, which stops as its body collides full force with a tree trunk. Jet spins a bit more before he manages to stop and stand up, but when he does the goblin is nowhere to be seen. Where it struck the tree were now colorful lichen and beneath was a small pile of dirt he's pretty sure wasn't there before.
"What the hell? Where did it go?"
"You killed it. Goblins are only really a threat in overwhelming numbers."
"Yeah but where is it?"
He was expecting the usual malicious chuckle from his coadjutor but the demon only sounded worried.
"This is why I said you don't know what you're doing Jet. Because you don't. The Fair Folk aren't of this reality, Hell they are barely real at all. When one dies within the confines of Creation the gears of reality grind them to composite motes and incorporate them into the tapestry of fate. The vines? The dirt? There's your goblin. What's left of it. And it's only going to get worse as we go deeper in."
Jet froze. He couldn't make heads or tails of what was said to him. He gave up trying to comprehend it and shifted his focus on what he could.
"Hey, how come it attacked me? Didn't you say I had immunity?"
"Yeah. In the courts of the Fae. Does this look like a court to you?"
"Tch... then I guess I better find it."
