Hysteria in the Night
The Black Void - Episode 56
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Duncan was standing on a dirt road, flanked on one side by a field of
wheat and on the other by a greenswoods. It was a cold night, but the air
smelled lush and fragrant, and Duncan could've sworn he saw the wheat
stalks glistening as they swayed in the wind. Far across the field, he
could see wooden houses. Where was he? This was certainly not Groydon
anymore, Duncan mused hopelessly, tapping his sandal-shod foot. No amount
of necromancy, or Pyromancy, or low-level clerical spells could get him
out of the classic sucker-gets-teleported scenario. At
least he could still feel the ley line energy pulsing at his fingertips,
much weaker than in his own world, but still strong enough to kill when
tapped by a master like himself. Suddenly a horse-drawn carriage was careening down the road toward him. Duncan spun about and scowled, with the desired effect of bringing the carriage to a halt. Duncan noticed something very strange - besides two men in very silly clothing, the carriage contained three women tied up with hoods over their faces. "Hey, watch it, friend!" yelled a muscular, brown-haired man holding the reins. "We damn near ran you over! Get out of the road!" "Incredible!" Duncan said. "You speak Groydien! Hmm... or is it I that now speaks your tongue? This warrants further investigation I believe. Totally." "Hold a minute Fred," said the passenger in the carriage. He was tall, blonde and lanky, and had a whip strapped to his belt. "Doesn't this particular traveler seem rather odd to you? His clothing perhaps? Or his ornamentation?" "Ha!" Fred whistled. "Get off it, Matthew. Ain't no witch stupid enough to jump in front of our carriage, not'n these times." "No, I'm sure of it!" Matthew said, jumping off the carriage. "You sir, are a witch! There's no denying it now!" "Typical mistake," Duncan chuckled. "I am in fact, not a witch but a necromancer. Our fields of study sometimes overlap, but are in essence quite different, I assure you." "He admits it!" Matthew howled, drawing his whip. "A filthy servant of Satan, come to suck the blood of good Christians! He shall be taken to be tried at once!" "Satan? Christians?" Duncan said, feeling a chill go up his spine. For someone as knowledgeable in the arcane as he, it really sucked to feel stupid. "Sorry fellow, but we've got no choice," Fred said, grabbing a pitchfork and leaping off the carriage after Matthew. "Just come along quietly and don't make it worse for yourself. And don't try any of your witchy tricks either, or you won't live to see Judge Stoughton and atone for your evil sins." "Oh my goodness," Duncan said. "How socially awkward. Well, I suppose it can't be helped then."
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