The Imps Arrival.

[Garwocket]

Luthmor was in awe, not the nation or the humanoids that pretended to claim dominance, but the creatures in the immediate vicinity of the small black orb that appeared in the humid air. A strong gust was being expelled from its depths, heavenly clouds appeared suddenly, and from them a small dark figure fell. A majestic voice called from overhead, demanding attention from all things living. Birds of the air and beasts of the ground gave heed. The predators of the sky perched next to their demure cousins of the ground. Toothed fiends that prowled the forests halted their stalking and rested next to their former fat, tusked prey. The most beautiful flora and the most dangerous fauna turned to the divine clouds, as if growing towards the light that so serenely slipped through the gateway to the Seacht Riocht Sainmhiniu. From the brilliant light a voice called out after the gift had been delivered to the world of Althanas.

“AND STAY OUT!”

A heavy thump and HE had arrived!

As soon as the ugly little ‘gift’ had been presented and the words of warning given the light faded as quickly as it had appeared. On the ground the thirteen inch imp stood, peering at the dirt on his pair of long, pointy shoes with a glinting golden buckle to hold them closed. Long, thin fingered dusted off his rear end, which was more bone then butt, and his face squinched from the bruise that would be there in moments. “Ay’! No’ ev’n a numuh? Wa’bout all th’ gud tim’s we’ad?”

But the goddess Folaireis was gone, having booted the tiny terror from the realm of the gods and into a material plane. Garwocket was not happy, his face scrunched because his butt hurt and he had been unwanted by yet another goddess… but oh how pretty they were, he just couldn’t help himself! Instead of worrying about the angry woman deity, who was almost already forgotten by his wandering mind, the imp looked around at his new vacation destination. “No’ muchta lookit, hmm?”

The world he had been dropped in was dirty, smelly, very green, and full of critters. None of them looked friendly, and the little bugger quickly felt that he was in a bad place. Piercing eyes stared down sharp beaked, which were attached to flying creatures with talons as long as his arms. Next to them short billed birds were curiously watching him, as if he was a freshly shed seed from a forbidden tree. On the ground large black cats with yellow eyes were licking their lips, extending and retracting pure white claws. Even the plant life seemed to turn to him and opened, showing their beautiful purple and blue insides, with a dagger like needle at the center.

“Well fo’ks, itz ben gran’ but I’s gots shite ta do, ya’now? Umm… c’rry on…” Those piercing eyes slowly started to leave his tiny figure. The awe-inspiring heavenly show was over, the transfixed gazes were bored, and had a look of hunger that made the little imp slowly back away from them all. He felt behind him as he walked, stumbling a little over his foolishly oversized shoes and the ends of his prized black coat. A rustle to his left and his ugly little face darted towards it. One of the large cats had bitten and torn open one of the tusked pig’s babies. “Tha’s juss wron’…”

Then they came for him.

Without giving a single thought as to what to do he turned and darted. Behind him he could hear the pounding stride of a heavy beast following and gaining quickly. Every step was like the bass at a hardcore show, thrumming through his tiny body. The low growl sent shivers down his spine and gave him the urge to piss his pants. It was then that he followed the most intelligent of decisions, run faster!



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[Garwocket]

The floppy, oversize shoes that the small imp charged through the dense jungle with were doing little more than making him slow and more clumsy than usual. As he stumbled at full speed, half dragging and half tripping over his own feet, the world around him was on full assault mode. He lost his footing and tripped, planting both hands in the ground just as a loud snap echoed from just above his head. A massive venus fly trap had closed down on where he had been but a split second earlier, holding the tip of his tall pointy hat. In a fit Garwocket stood up and beat on the top of the mouth like face that held his hat, attempting to retrieve it.

It opened finally and the imp placed the cap back on his head, muttering curses at the plant for the spit that was bound to be all over the pointy part. Instead of going into a tirade, however, he was given another surprise as the fat mother boar came grunting through the shrubs. A bladed tusk barely passed by his face. The imp was about to let out a yell when he was rudely interrupted by one of the two remaining toddler aged pigs rutted its wrinkled nose under his legs. He flew through the air and landed on his stomach, on the hairy little creatures back.

“OY! ‘ow ‘bouts we ‘ave a bre’k, lemme off thiss’n craaaaaazy rid’,” the imp yelled as he clung to the beast, grabbing a handful of prickly stiff hair in his grubby little hand. The thing tore through the brush. To the imp it felt like he was being spanked by something, leaves and twigs slapped across his backside without remorse. However, to let go was to let whatever was chasing the poor piglets get him instead, and he didn’t want that at all. He let his dingy brown eyes look up and at what was following his mount. Nothing was present, but that did not mean anything… Garwocket was learning quickly.

Luthmor had more surprises for the little imp, but they were pleasant ones for a change.

The pig took a sharp turn and Garwocket took flight with the momentum going the opposite way of the piglet, and a handful of bristly hairs. As he flew through the air he watched the ground under him pass quickly by. It was a disconcerting feeling, but one that the imp took in stride, and with closed eyes and a slew of curses towards anything and everything that existed on the terrible, horrid world of Althanas. It was with a half spoken epitaph that he struck the thick tree and bounced off, planting his big nose and ugly face in the dirt.

“Mussa… b’n a rubb’r tree…” he muttered as his eyes shut and he flopped to his side, unconscious.

[Garwocket]

Chattering, giddy silly laughter woke the imp from his impromptu slumber. He opened one eye and searched with it before opening the other. He was in a dark area, on something cushy, with a headache that could down a moose. Above him was some strangely misshapen wall that curved into a wicked strange roof. He thought it was his eyes, but somehow whatever had built the room had taken a lot of time to make sure that the walls and ceiling were all one piece. It was a terribly annoying thing to wake too, confusing the imp.

To his left he saw something move, and when he turned (rather slowly thanks to the pounding of his head) he saw the silhouette of a… thing. It had to be something like a human, because it was standing on two feet and moving about rather quickly. When it grew close he could make out that it had a pair of wings on its back, which he could see right through. “How do you feel little creature? Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Oy,” Garwocket muttered as he put both grubby hands to his face and pushed the palm of his hands into his eyes, as if pushing his eyes in would rid him of his headache. Instead it just made the pressure change locations. “Wha’ ‘re ya? Ya’s gots w’ngs’n shite. Wh’re ‘m I?”

“Not terribly good with common speech are you?” The fae giggled as he leaned over. Garwocket moved his hands and watched as she grew closer. Her face was soft and her skin very smooth, large round eyes full of life and very vibrant. She had a huge smile on her face, teeth showing. For a split second the imp feared that she was going to eat him. Instead she brought a wet cloth to his forehead and dabbed it on his face. She was massive though, easily about the size of a human.

“Yer mums na’ gud wi’ comm’n,” Garwocket rebutted stupidly as she dabbed his face. As soon as his eyes focused he realized that the fairy thing that was caring for him was something he had never seen before. “Yer tha bigg’st fa’ry thin’ I’s ev’r seen, JESUS!”

Yelling did little to make his headache lessen, but at that point it did not matter. He was shocked and alarmed, and let it be known. The woman smiled and laughed, finding the imps panic amusing. What terrible race was he taken hostage by?! They thrived off his panic, thirsted for his confusion, and drank their fill of his remorse! His mind continued making up more and more overly glorified statements which simply worked to convince him that they truly were as terrible as he was making them out to be.

“My dear,” the woman said as she put the cloth back in the bowl to the side of his makeshift bed. “I am a fae, we found you in the jungle, unconscious with your face in the dirt. It was actually somewhat humorous,” she giggled. Garwocket muttered to himself, having an image of his face in the dirt with his butt in the air… hopefully these alien things weren’t into the whole probe scene. “We brought you back here so that Luthmor would not kill you.”

“Thas’sat pig thin’, or is’sat tha thin’ with’a claws’n’such?”

“No no, Luthmor is the forest. You are in Dheathian, it’s a country. This is a small town very close to our capital, Donnalaich. You must have hit your head very hard to forget where you were entirely!” The woman giggled again and rose from her kneeling position. She walked towards the side of the wall, pushing aside a door and causing the imp to wince in pain as the light flooded in. “You are more than welcome to leave whenever you feel well enough to get up. The town is not very large, but we are all rather friendly to a new face.”