What games you evil hag? Prunella has a wicked smile on her face as she stands over Grandvier. Goblins are not considered short in the magical circles with their average height being between three and four feet. Grandvier is the exception to this rule standing four foot and seven inches tall, only six inches shorter than the old hag. Being forced to kneel makes him feel small and full of rage.

“Grandvier, I have been learning more about this lovely scarf over time. Aside from the control it gives me over you little wretches...,” snides Prunella.

On her last word I sense a kick coming from the old hag and before she can land her blow I reach out and easily catch her kick with one hand and push her foot back to the ground. I might not be able to launch an attack at her but I can block her physical attacks. Not once do I look at her but I can feel the rage radiating from her. I am jerked up by an invisible force and I am now floating in the air with my legs and arms pinned together.

“How dare you touch me with your filthy hands,” the hag screams in my face. She bashes me into a wall across the room a couple of times in her rage. “You will not touch me and if I want to kick you you will not defend yourself. Or would you rather I just start force summoning the other green pieces of trash and killing them in front of you?”

I am too dazed to respond to her but I shake my head in response. She releases her hold on me and I crumple to the ground. I am thankful for my natural goblin regeneration as I can quickly start pulling myself back up to a kneeling position. The regeneration is what allows my people to live to be roughly a thousand years old.

“As I was was saying before you rudely interrupted me. I have been learning more about the Scarf of Dominion and found that it can provide me with information about other magical factions. I discovered that apparently almost all of the magical factions transported their people to pocket dimensions a few hundred years after humans showed up, except for one,” Prunella says smiling with self satisfaction.

Shit she found the leprechauns. The stupid scarf gives the holder great power over the goblins of the Griby Swamp and access to information about the other magical factions. It’s a sort of computer, like the humans use, but controlled by the magic inside of a creature. Since humans don’t have internal magic the scarf acts as a conduit allowing the human to absorb ambient magic. If the user was able to figure out how to control their magic and then was able to shape it the right way and push it into the scarf then the holder could access a lot more of the powers of the item. Sadly, the parts of the scarf that give the holder the power over the goblins is easy enough for anyone to access. I guess I know what she wants now.

“You, Grandvier, are going to go to Ireland and bring back the gold of the leprechauns to me. I will send you there and once you have the gold you will then notify me with this,” she points at his ankle and there appears a single dull silver shackle with no obvious way to take it off. “You will place one hand on it and say the words ‘I am finished my queen’ then the scarf will let me know and I will transport you back here with the gold. Understand?”

Of course she places a shackle around my ankle. She could have done anything else like give me a ring or necklace, but just to push the point that I am a slave to her she chose a shackle. This evil grandma really sucks mud. I steel myself and respond, “Yes my queen.” I hear her snap her fingers and I am suddenly kneeling in green grass with a soft wind blowing the smell of the salty ocean air around me. At least she sent me somewhere pleasant, but really I wish she had sent me back to my family.

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I look around to try and gather my barrings. I know the leprechauns live inside one of the mountains called Black Mountain, not far from the coast of the massive island. I have never been here before so I am lost to which coast it’s on or even which coast I am on. I start walking inland looking for any sign of human habitat. I know I will find leprechauns where I find humans. The leprechauns love to play jokes on them so much that when all of the other magical factions created pocket dimensions they stayed for that reason alone. I wasn’t alive before The Great Dimension Migration so I only know now what the histories can tell us about Leprechauns. From what I remember in school they use to enjoy pranking the giants and the ogres the most before the humans came along which resulted in wars between the two factions. I am pretty sure that they are the cause of the world war that the humans fought against each other some hundred or two hundred years ago. I don’t really know much about human history and I don’t really care.

I walk for about an hour before I find a road that looks freshly laid so I start following along the side of it through the trees. I don’t see any of the humans metal death machines moving along the road so I am making good time not having to stop and hide. As I finally see a town on the horizon I move farther into the trees to use them as cover. I come out of the trees right behind a two story brick building. I quickly scale the side of the build planning on using it as a vantage point to watch for any leprechauns playing their game amongst the humans. Unlike goblins, the leprechauns have stream magic which lets them use it without having to use spells or anything else to control their magic, they can just easily will it. This allows them to shape change, turn invisible, and do anything else they want at will, therefore I am going to have to be extremely observant. I find a good spot on the roof to sit and observe the people below without being easily seen by the humans below. How long am I going to be waiting here?

As I sit watching I let my mind wonder about the humans and their weird metal creatures that they have follow them around. Some of these metal creatures move around with black wheels and others have four or two legs. The humans have odd names for them like ‘X11’, ‘T9’, or ‘Rosie’. The metal creatures don’t seem to have minds of their own; they just do whatever the humans want them to. I am brought out of my thoughts when I see one of the four legged metal creatures with packages on its back stumble on a piece of concrete that arched up, tripping it. The creature loses its balance and falls over into the road where a metal death machine has to swerve to miss it. The human inside the machine looks panicked as they seemed to have over corrected causing them to lose control and fly into a light pole. The light pole is leaning at a dangerous angle, barely staying up. Then, as if the pole was cut, it falls, crushing the metal creature that had tripped. I am looking all around for anything out of place that could lead me to a leprechaun. I see a man laughing and pointing toward the incident. The other humans are giving him dirty looks and he doesn’t seem to care. That has to be my leprechaun.

I quietly follow the man when he walks off by climbing and jumping on the roof tops. He finally turns down an alley next to a building I am on and walks around behind the building. I stealthily observe the man behind the building. He looks all around to make sure no one is watching as a yellow smoke billows from under his feet and engulfs him up to his head making him look like a giant yellow cocoon. Then the smoke sucks back under his feet leave a miniature version of the man with pointy ears. I got you.