Part
III:
By sunset,
the bizarre little band had arrived in the capital city and lost themselves in
the crowd. Gertrude felt like she was in
the midst of the best fantasy convention she could imagine, never had she seen
so many interesting and fantastic creatures, except that time she went to a
midnight movie at the bargain cinema back home.
Steve said thoughtfully, “we need a way to get into the wedding.” Gertrude grinned impishly and led the party
to the great square where the festivities would be held the next morning. “What are you doing?” gasped the flummoxed
unhero. She took a seat and motioned for
the others to do the same saying, “we are getting our seats. There is an open invitation for the entire
Kingdom to come so we might as well get good seats.” Steve was perplexed, “who would come so early
only to secure a place at an event that will not occur for twelve hours or
more?” Gertrude laughed, “you would not
believe what people would do where I come from just to be first in line.” Steve did not look any less confused but he
took his place and wearily waited for dawn.
They roused
from their uncomfortable doze when the early guests started seating
themselves. A regal lady in her middle
years seated herself next to the GA and stared in horror at Steve who sat on
its other side, thinking he had done the unspeakable. He smiled sheepishly and continued to scan
the area, looking for any sign of trouble.
He need not have bothered, nothing exciting happened until the
presentation of the bride when the cat dashed from his seat, grabbed the girl,
and suddenly vanished. Steve muttered,
“I knew we should have never trusted a cat.”
He looked at the others, “come on, we have a magazine to deliver.” As if this made perfect sense, they followed
him unquestioningly, but were stopped short as the King bellowed, “not so fast.
You cannot leave until that girl is married.”
Gertrude stared at the King aghast, “why ever for? It is not as if I am a princess or anything nearly
so interesting.” “But you are,” said the
smiling Queen. Steve smacked his
forehead, “of course! Why did I not
think you would so hide the real princess?
But are we not to rescue the poor girl?”
The Queen’s answer calmed the quite worried frown that creased
Gertrude’s brow, at least until she processed the meaning of the last bit,
“certainly you must rescue the poor creature, but not before the Princess is
properly married, thereafter she may do as it pleases her.” “Wait,” gasped Gertrude, “you mean I am the
ture princess Flufflebun and have to marry Prince what’s his name?”
“Certainly
not,” said the King, “what a ridiculous name for a royal personage!” Gertrude began to relax but the King had not
finished, “your true name is Marguerite Johanna Eloise Penelope VIII.” Gertrude, er Marguerite grimaced, “much
better, truly.” The Queen added, “and
you may marry the man of your choosing, as long as he isn’t an enchanted tree
or something.” Gertrude protested, “but
I don’t know anyone well enough to marry them.”
The Queen shook her head, “well, the longer you wait the more danger
your adoptive sister will find herself in.”
Gertrude sighed, “Steve?” The
hero-wannabe gasped, “me?
Seriously?” She smiled grimly,
“you might be a lousy hero but you are a decent fellow and the only eligible
guy I know in this bizarre land.” Steve
shrugged and a hasty wedding followed with much rejoicing (and an even greater
sigh of relief). The requisite fairy
godmother appeared shortly after the nuptials to bless the couple with the
usual gifts of graciousness, wisdom, and so forth. Once that ordeal was over, another fairy
person made her approach to the couple.
The King gasped, “you have not come to hex our poor child Moargoth, we
did invite you to the wedding after all.”
The rather wicked looking fairy laughed heartily, “certainly not, it was
nice to finally be invited to such a function rather than having to crash the
party and curse the poor dear. I have
come to bestow my gifts on the happy couple, which are far more useful and
interesting than those of my nicey-nice cousin.” It was at this point that they began to
realize that maybe she was not entirely evil after all, but rather liked to
dress in a Gothic style, which was just beginning to become trendy in that
world.
Everyone
within hearing looked quite interested in this proposition, except the poor
nice fairy who would have glowered were it in her nature, instead she vanished
after a woeful look at all and sundry.
“First,” said Moargoth, “if you are going to rescue that brainless bit
of fluff, you will need some more intimidating allies.” She rolled up her sleeves and got to
work. The imp finally reached the
gigantesque proportions he entertained in his imagination, the rhinocerllama
became a terrifying unicorn, but the GA was left unchanged as there is nothing
more dangerous in the known or imagined universe, except perhaps a bad
comedian, which is why Hamric found himself quite himself as well. To the new prince-by-marriage, she gave this
hint, “you are quite right to pursue a certain evil mage in this matter, you
already know he has a fondness for arcane magazines, but you must also know he
tends to be a bit absentminded and very particular, you should be able to use
this to your advantage. If you successfully
complete this quest, you shall be a hero indeed and will be in desperate need
of a more appropriate name. As for you
princess, you might find this small yappy dog quite useful. If not, feed it to your gaseous friend.” Then she was gone. The party exchanged a wondering look, made
their farewells to the royal parents, and swiftly departed. They were quite happy with the magnificent
horses they were allowed to borrow from the royal stables, but had been firmly
warned to bring them back with full stomachs and they were not to attempt any
stunt riding, they were just to rescue the poor girl and come straight
home. They even provided a fuzzy pink
purse to carry the small, evil dog in.
Gertrude
asked of her new lord, “who exactly is this evil mage of yours and why did he
kidnap my sister? I thought only He
Whose Name is Tedious or whatever you call Him was interested in messing up her
Happily Ever After.” Steve the Unglorious
replied, “I now believe that He and the rather insignificant evil mage of my
previous acquaintance are one and the same, much as you, my beloved, are truly
a princess. Your true guise was hidden
for reasons that at the time seemed sensible.
What better way to hide your true identity as the Most Evil Mage in the
World than by being a rather drab evil mage in a low rent part of the
realm?” She shook her head in wonder,
could this tale get any stranger. And as
you full well know, it did simply because she thought it couldn’t. They rode on for several days, still grateful
to the Benevolent Hat of Hamric for its sustaining but inglorious fare. They rode on for another round of several
more days after that (feel free to insert tedious descriptors of the
countryside here, it should fill several pages at the least). Finally they came to the foothills of the
Dreadful Mountains which were swathed in a Dark and Terrifying Forest where
they met some old friends. The troop of
nerds met this strange company with some hesitancy, trying to decide if this
were a rival gang of geeks or perhaps an expedient way to level up, but finally
decided it must be some new plot twist introduced by a desperate GM to keep
things interesting and was therefore not immediately hostile. “Whither goest thou?” came the curious
lilting voice of the leader who seemed to be speaking in a bad Scottish
accent.
Steve
frowned at the nerd leader in incomprehension.
Gertrude giggled in a very unprincess like fashion and said politely,
“we all love the King’s English, but modern English is an acceptable alternative.” Much relieved, as he knew little of that
forgotten tongue, the lead nerd said, “where are you going and may we be of
assistance?” Steve shook his head, “we
are going to rescue a non-princess from a false feline.” “Sounds like a perfectly reasonable quest,”
said he, “we are in. What are the
rules?” Steve frowned again in confusion
but Gertrude said, “rescuing the girl without getting ourselves killed or
turned into trees are about the only ground rules.” “Drat,” said the nerd, “I had at least hoped
that fire weapons were worth double points, but I suppose we had best do this
your way.” Gertrude laughed aloud and
Steve just scratched his head.
The nerds
introduced themselves to the flummoxed company of would-be heroes as a band of
dwarves, elves, halflings, weredragons, and a vegan vampire. The gigantesque imp said to them in a whisper
that shook the trees, “I know a not-so-good fairy that can help you with your
identity issues. She did me worlds of
good, finally convinced my body to be what my mind always knew I was.” They exchanged confused looks but nodded as
if they knew exactly what the giant was babbling about; it was not wise to
disagree with someone ten feet tall at the knees. They camped for the night outside the Dark
and Terrible Forest and planned to make their way into its mysterious depths at
first light, which is the only time one ever dares such a thing (otherwise you
keep bumping into trees in the dark and it is rather embarrassing). Morning came, the unicorn returned from his
midnight scouting foray and told that the dark mage’s hut lay less than an
hour’s journey into the wood and that the local troll union was on its yearly
picnic in the Moldering Swamp so the way was relatively clear of enemies. They set forth into the Forest, wondering at
the great difference between this place and the forest which had been their
home. There was not a bunny in sight and
the trees looked quite disagreeable.
Even the squirrels were black and boasted large teeth and red eyes. They trudged on without incident and came to
an assiduously maintained dilapidated hovel, obviously the owner was very
persnickety in the upkeep of his downtrodden abode. Steve smiled, particular about the details
indeed; he had a plan and quickly recounted it to the others who stared at him
in incomprehension but each would do their part.
He knocked
boldly upon the door and it was answered by a stooped man with a trailing beard
and half-moon spectacles. He blinked at
the party standing about outside his door, not quite sure what to think. This certainly was no band of heroes so he
need not immediately turn them into trees, unless of course they proved
irksome, wanted donations for some noble cause, or were members of an obscure
religion seeking converts. Steve pulled
a stack of periodicals from beneath his tunic and said, “I have brought the
magazines you ordered Master Mage, how will you be paying for them?” The mage blinked at him again but finally
understood and an eager smile lit his face, “of course, of course, I am really
excited about that new alchemy spell in the latest issue, to think they
discovered how to turn lead into apple butter!”
“Quite useful I am sure,” quoth Steve, “that will be two pieces of gold,
five pieces of silver, and seventeen pieces of tin.” The Mage nodded happily, disappearing into
the house to retrieve his magical coin purse.
He returned and said quite embarrassed, “I am so sorry, I do not seem to
have exact change. Will you take three
gold pieces instead? I am fresh out of
tin!” Steve looked rather shocked, “sir,
I could not! I must have exact change or
I may be accused of price gouging or banditry!
Certainly not. I must have exact
change or I fear I will have to revoke your subscription and you’ll lose your
complimentary frog itcher too!” “Oh!”
said the Mage in some distress, “we certainly cannot have that! A frog itcher? I never knew I needed one, but it sounds too
good a deal to pass up. Let me see?”
He thought
for a few moments and then his face brightened, “I know!” He said some very ominous sounding words and
suddenly all the noble tree that bedecked his front yard suddenly stretched,
yawned, and looked far more like a dozen flummoxed heroes than a lovely
grove. “Don’t know what the Neighborhood
Committee will say about that, but it may be my only hope of saving my
subscription. Come lads, have you got
any tin? If you can scrounge up
seventeen pieces of tin I’ll give you your freedom in exchange.” The former trees all shared an excited grin
and began turning out their pockets.
They found the requisite number of coins and eagerly handed them to the
wizard before dashing quickly off into the forest before he changed his
mind. The wizard nearly glowed with
excitement as he gave Steve his money and took his magazines and free
gift. He flipped through the top issue
and looked a bit disappointed that there was no mention of his latest
exploit. He suddenly glared at the
strange company about him, “how many people does it take to deliver a
magazine? Who are you?”
Steve smiled
in grim amusement and said, “we are here to rescue the princess!” The mage smiled wickedly and said, “no, you
are going to improve my landscaping before the neighbors complain.” But before he could work his vile magic, the
GA engulfed him and he dared not breathe, lest he inhale the noxious
fumes. “Very good,” said Steve as the
magician started turning blue, “Hamric, you know what to do.” The comedian started his routine and the now
purple magician looked like he might explode or faint. He could not utter foul incantations thanks
to the GA and the bad jokes prevented him from concentrating and thus using his
cunning to escape this snare. He was
forced to stand there, helpless and purple, at the mercy of his captors. Long after this adventure, Hamric and the GA
started their own evil mage capture business and made a very good living
thereafter. Gertrude burst into the
house, searching for her sister. What
she found was an aviary with a hundred different birds in it, instinctively she
knew one of these feather brains must be her sister, but which one? A smile grew on her face as she saw the
magpie. She pulled the designer canine
from its fuchsia handbag and launched it at the vain, chattering bird. The dog licked the bird, and suddenly it was
Clarisse, simultaneously bemoaning her lack of stylish attire and rumpled hair
and gushing over the small furry dog.
Gertrude shook her head in wonder, handed her sister the pink fuzzy dog
purse and a hair brush. Clarisse stowed
the dog in the handbag and began the laborious process of straightening her
hair, which would take even longer than this entire adventure.
Steve came
into the house, smiled to see the lady restored, and asked Gertrude for seven
pairs of ruby slippers. She stared at
him in confusion, but remembering the magical virtue found only in ruby
slippers, she assisted her beloved in ransacking the house in search of the
appropriate footwear. All they could
find were red bowling shoes, but they would have to do. Steve looked at Clarisse and asked, “lady, is
it your wish to remain here or would you return to your own wild and dangerous
world?” Clarisse looked at him as if he
were mad, “you think I would remain here a minute longer than I have to? Get me out of here!” He bowed, tossed her a pair of shoes, and ran
out the door. Clarisse grimaced at the
unstylish footwear but put them on, she was horrified to see the small herd of
geeks doing likewise and nearly took them off again but for a firm look from
Gertrude. Nearly in tears, she complied. To think she would wear anything worn by
geeks! Steve was just lacing another
pair on the purplish wizard who was willing to cooperate with anything as long
as there was a hope he might draw breath in the next hour. Steve took Clarisse’s hand and led her over
to where the geeks and the wizard waited.
Gertrude handed Clarisse a bottle of hand sanitizer as she passed,
knowing she might otherwise die after this was all over unless she could
quickly disinfect herself of nerd germs.
Steve gave her hand into that of the head geek and said quickly, “you
know what to do. You will have little
time once our friend the mage here recovers his breath, so make it quick!”
They
started to click their heals together and repeat the magic words while Hamric
and the GA dove for cover, not wishing to accidentally find themselves in the
horrific world from which the nerds had come and to which they would
return. The mage started to incantate,
but suddenly the whole company vanished, dog and all. Gertrude looked to her husband and asked,
“was it wise to send that mage into my world?”
Steve smiled, “he will have no magic there, only his absentminded
pickiness will remain to him. What he will
do with that, I know not but he is canny enough to survive and will cause little
harm to others, bereft as he is of his magic.”
Steve was quite right, the mage settled in quite happily and quickly
earned a doctorate of Arcane Theorization in Alternate Plane Physics and soon
had tenure at a prestigious university.
The nerds were quite delighted with their adventure and spent the next
six months counting up and arguing over their experience points. Clarisse spent the same amount of time
cleansing at the spa, undergoing a detoxifying diet, and complaining
incessantly to her shrink, but she was quite smitten with the dog, after all,
only the kiss of true love could break the vile mage’s spell. On the way home, the Giant asked of Steve,
“what was my part in this whole crazy tale?”
Stave shrugged, “comic relief.”
The Giant smiled and Hamric wept, knowing that role could never more be
his.
Steve
received a much more heroic name from the Fairy Goth-mother (she originated the
trend after all) and they all went to a Glitch concert to celebrate. So they all lived more or less, happily ever
after, that is if you like dwarvish punk music, which would otherwise make for
a rather miserable evening, but then, there is always tomorrow!
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