"While it is general knowledge that red amber stone repels the fae, ghosts, evil spirits, goblins, witchcraft and every other evil and malign influence alike, however, there is no rule without an exception, or as Franks say, "Il n'y a pas de règle sans exception". I myself, in my day, have seen such creatures of demonic power who had been stricken with or dressed themselves in red amber stone and felt no ill effects whatsoever.
Lax'gnor the Goblin, also known as Fiery-eyed Beast of Gloucestershire…
Regdar, the Giant of Faewood, who lived in a cave of amber…
And, most horrible and terrifying of them all, a thing known only as;
The Red Squire"
excerpt from "A Traveler's Life, the journal of Caleb King"; King, Caleb; 1492; pg. 32
a story by renton
Through the Faewood and by the castles of the Highland she walked. How long had it been now? A week? Ten days, maybe? He was losing track of the time. She wiped clean her glasses, moist from the mist of the hill. Her eyes, weary, slowly looked at the dark sky above; it was about to pour down. She looked around for a cave to go in, rock to hide under, anything to guard her from the coming rain and the exploding winds that come with it, and maybe then she could have some much needed rest. Not a single rock in sight. With the first few cold drops, she found a hole, a gap or whatever. It was large enough a gap to provide sanctuary. She squeezed into the walls of wet soil and rocks.
The little gadget she had in his pocket, something called the EctoGauge, had a small copper rod which had started hitting two copper bells very slowly some hours ago. It had started as a click now, a ring then, and he just ignored the sound.But now, it was ringing continously, almost like a warning chime, meaning only that something was coming, and it wasn't a good something. She reached for the pockets of his long, brown coat. Inside the pockets were trinkets aand charms and talismans she had gathered during her many journeys and in fact, she was sure that she was about to get one talisman he came for. She stood up, with an amulet, its string wrapped around, in one hand and a big revolver in the other, to see a scarlet shadow cast down on him. She turned around, mumbling something in some almost gibberish language, and aimed for the head.
"'Lo, Cam'ron"
"Hello, Red. I believe you have my gnome-head. I want it."
"Wha' if I donnae want t'give it too ya?"
"Then I'll fill your cranium with some enchanted hollow points, take my gnome-head, carry you back to the town and let everyone see that their greatest fear, their shining evil knight in red amber stone armor, was not some demon spawn, super powered, invulnerable goblin; but an old dwarf in some mechanical suit covered in shiny rock!"
"Well, ye hav quite an argument, lass."
"Can I have my gnome-head now?"
"Yeah, yeah, 'ere, take it an' go."
"Thank you."
Cameron left the misty hills with her trophy in her hand. The nearby locals never saw or heard the Red Squire again.
