Fetch

The Fetch are a fae creature entwined with the threads of fate. The Fetch is an omen, an ethereal harbinger of impending doom, silently predicting the approaching demise of an individual. As twilight blankets the land, the Fetch emerges, assuming the exact appearance of its doomed counterpart. With uncanny accuracy, the Fetch mirrors the visage of the soon-to-be departed, but in a muted, otherworldly form. Its appearance carries the telltale marks of the impending death, reflecting the impending tragedy that awaits its unwitting victim. If a fiery fate awaits, the Fetch may bear the scars of burns, its form twisted and charred. If a heart attack looms, it clutches its chest in agony, mirroring the pain that will soon befall its counterpart. The Fetch's presence is elusive and enigmatic. It reveals itself only to the one it imitates, remaining concealed from prying eyes. A flicker of grey and shadow catches the corner of one's vision, a fleeting glimpse of the imminent tragedy that lies ahead. When stripped of its disguise, the Fetch takes the form of a small, goblin-like creature, draped in loose clothing with grey skin and a single sharpened canine tooth. It's legs are short while it's arms are long enough that they drag on the ground. Whispers of the Fetch's sightings echo through the realm of Valhedge, casting an ominous pall over the land. It serves as a reminder of the fragile nature of life and the inexorable march of destiny. The Fetch, a creature born of shadows and prophecy, weaves its ominous presence through the folk legends of Galfin, forever linked to the foretelling of mortal fate.