G.G.S.3: The Gremlin’s Crime (Part 3)

After the tiresome journey, Godrick was rather annoyed about the whole ordeal.  It was not the re-theft that bothered him, for in his mind that was simple justice, but the characters of the troll and the dwarfs were reversed.

Trolls are not supposed to be honorable.  Dwarfs are supposed to act for good.  This was the way of the species, not just the way of the times.  And yet this troll had give up what he rightfully earned to settle conflict.  And the dwarf went out of his way to start the fight, and continue even when its participants had moved on.

Godrick shook his head to clear his thoughts as he jogged through the forest, spiriting the gold and silver past countless toadstools and overgrown oaks whose branches tickled the sky.  There should be no troll that enjoys such scenery he told himself.

But here one was.  A troll living outside a forest, and not even residing in a cave.  It was blasphemy.  It was abnormal.  It was..  strangely satisfying.  To see how a being could change.

But the dwarfs.  Godrick would have to be weary among them now.  He’d always thought they were honorable creatures..  But maybe not.  There were always odd ducks out who stepped outside their typing.  But beings who were different are dangerous.

Arriving at the gate, Godrick decided not to bother the guards and he leapt over the wall as per his newfound habit.  It was also a good stretch for the legs.  As he headed towards the oaken tree where Lord Fent resided, he smiled and thought it would be funny to scare his employer.  He hefted the bags of silver and gold, and started his ascent up the tree.

Scaling is as though it were a ladder, the curves in the bark provided more than enough of a handhold to lodge himself firmly between them.  He pulled himself past branches and rodent holes, until his hands clasped the rim of the window-wall that Fent had fitted to his room.

Hoisting his weight and that of the bags up, he glanced through the glass and saw Fent backed into a corner by a warted green gnome with a bad hair day and what looked to be an unfortunate accident with a lawn mower on his face.

Either that, or this was the gremlin Godrick had heard the munchkins talking about.  He peered in the glass once more and saw the gremlin take out a large band of metal with a jewel encrusted on one side.  A human ring, if experience panned out.

The ring was glowing, and in Godrick’s experience, glowing things were bad news.  Godrick swung the bag around and smacked the glass with it, shattering it all over the floor and causing the occupants of the room to drop and cover their heads, making the gremlin drop his piece of ill-attained jewelry.

Godrick climbed through the wreck of a window, ducking under and stepping around shattered glass while pulling the bags inside.  He plopped them down in a corner, and turned around to find the gremlin standing and dusting his knees.

“Well,” the disgusting creature said, “usually it’s more polite to just knock, young gnome.  Or pixie.  My eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be.”

Godrick looked to Fent for an explanation of the situation, and Fent scrambled away from the corner and stood behind a table, making very sure there was distance between him and the brute.

“Godrick, this..  wretch.. came to my office and starts trying to bribe me!  What is going on?” he said, trying to grasp the unexplained scenario.

Godrick, obviously knowing little more than Fent, scribbled down a message outlining that this creature is credited to be behind the thefts.

Desperation turned to outrage as Fent turned to the smirking creature and said, “You!  You upset  the order in my town, and by Gontrix you will pay for it.”

The gremlin laughed.  “What makes you think you have the upper hand here, Fent?  I see your errand boy has brought you back your metals, but what now?  I still am in control of your entire treasury of enchantments, along with your mystic item.”

Now it was Godrick’s turn to look confused.  Mystic item?  Fent had a mystic item in his treasury?  No wonder he was in such a fit over the whole experience.  Mystics were hard to come by in this day and age.

Fent’s face went scarlet with rage.  “Guards!” he shouted, “apprehend this menace!”

The door burst open, revealing two armored gnomes with short spears held ready to jab aimlessly in front of them.  The gremlin laughed once more and picked up his ring.  Now bursting with lime light, the brightness expanded and enveloped the guards in a sheen that clung to their skin.  The light faded, and the guards were left as stoic as a statue but not quite as shiny.

Astonished, Fent stepped back and tripped over his chair, much to the amusement of both the Gremlin and Godrick.  However, Godrick was also quite confused by the item’s power.  Was it temporary or permanent?  And would he meet the same fate if he tangoed with the green creature?

Dangerous or not, Godrick stepped forward holding his cane at an offensive stance and advanced towards the gremlin.  His target turned, and smiled at Godrick.  “Well, hello there, young gnome.  I was beginning to think you were too cowardly to act at all.  But I guess the author couldn’t stand for that, could he?”

The gremlin fitted the ring onto his head like a crown and was amused at Godrick’s apprehension with approaching him.

“Come now, I don’t bite!  It might sting a little, sure, but then again I’ve never been hit by this thing,” he said while motioning towards his makeshift hat.  “I’ll take my leave, young gnome.  This thing doesn’t recharge for another day anyway.”

Godrick promptly ran straight at the gremlin, brandishing the blade that extended from the end of his cane.  The gremlin smiled.

“Oh, wait!  I meant another few seconds.  Here we go..-”



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