chapter six
The Goblin
His gaze fell upon something shadowy in the distance, a huddled figure staring directly at him. Near the base of an ancient oak, the creature was more twisted than the tree and so grotesque it defied nature itself, well any nature worth the knowing. A goblin, plainly.
This one was unlike any he had ever seen before. It was ancient, twisted by time and malady into a horrifically rotting parody of its kind. Its pallid skin hung in loose folds like snot, mottled with age spots and splotches of a dull moldy gray. Its mouth stretched wide, in a perpetual leer, empty of the signature goblin yellowed sharp fangs. Its gums smacked as it chattered in a lisp to itself, with too much saliva coating its maw and loosely strung lips. Ragged clothes from some ancient culture hun
