h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*this is the way to travel to Outpost Turious - by ground or by air, whatever your preference.*

*Lord Curmanis ride along this long and windy road, upon his horse Legora*

*rides back to Imardin upon Legora*

*a horseman gallops towards Outpost Turious*

*walks along the path slowly taking in the scenery*
*stops every so often and picks a flower which withers in her hand to a brittle dry state, then she puts it on the ground and continues along the path smiling to herself in a satisfied way*

*walks along the road for just long enough so she cant see the outpost anymore*
*sits on a large rock*

wasnt that a plesent place...

[ghost apperes] oh yes... i thought so, till i got stuck by a rockslide at least...

you again?

[ghost] oh yes... your wereing the ring now, so i can come visit when i want, cliver that isnt it...

not really... *strains to take ring off but it wont budge*

[ghost laughs] I'm afraid it wont move from the hand of its rightful owner, and thats you young lady...

I'm in no mood for this...

[ghost] well your stuck with me now, as my desendent you have to carry on the tradition thats why i made sure you got the bells...

You!! you! you made me become a necromancer!

[ghost] oh no you could have put them down at any point... i see your missing one anyway...

I loaned it to a friend...

[ghost] well wasnt that nice of you

I suppose... why did you give me those bells... you old

[ghost] now now watch your language! Necromancy is a family thing you see... not much new blood so to speak...

old eletest fools, i thought i had escaped that... thanks alot

[ghost] oh your most welcome, anyway, you chose to become a necromaner

I had little choice, the village was in need of one... didnt come in as much help in the end.

[ghost] is that why your intent on drinking yourself to death?

oh come on... its hardly that bad to have a drink once and again

[ghost] one or two not normaly one or two bottles mind...

well for your information no its not for that! mostly not for that...

[ghost] that young man you liked as well then...

how do you know! You know nothing you here!!

[ghost] oh come now, i hardly think i am alien to the consept of love, my wife... i loved her... then my son... he was a woodcutter when he met your mother... never had much magic... then they had you... and you... well your a necromancer and so the line continues...

that sounds so sickening... all you seem to care about is the family line... well i hope you know i dont have kids, and if i do have any it will be a sheer coinsedence should they be necromaners, i dont care... infact i would prefer them not to be!

[ghost] you dont mean that

oh dont i? being so different from everyone else, being alienated...
I would prefer them to be healers... at least everyone likes a healer... or elementalists...

[ghost] or warriors?

Oh lords no... not warriors... brainless fools so content on there weaponry mostly... only one or two exptences... but whatever they chose i would help them and encorage them

[ghost] even necromancy?

well yes of course...

*ghost smiles looking slightly smug then fades away*

stupid ghostly grandfather... comes along and tells you your family were darn stuped eletest austriasised necomancer idiots!
oh... alright so i dont beleve that...
but still...
I need a drink...
*takes a bottle from her bag and takes a drink*
*spits it out*
Darn healers switched it for apple juice!
*cough*

oh dear...
I do hope that..
*looks through the rest, all the bottles seem to be filled with apple juice*

bloody mindedness of healers these days!
Apple juice! where has my wine gone!!


*ghost laughs*

You! you helped them didnt you!

[ghost] oh yes... and i will stop you from drinking all the time,

I hate you!

[ghost] as you have said meny times, but you still retain the sword and bells...

you said my father was not magicaly skilled... but i sware i remember him...

[ghost] not highly skilled... or else the wolves would not have got them...

you lier! They couldnt help that! *snarels*

[ghost] he chose to work in the woods... seems you have some of a wolf in you...

darn werewolf... whats it to you! you hateful.... pittyful...

[ghost] fine... give into the same anger the same darkness as most necromancers, sommon greator and greator dead till you yourself are lost to it... go on, it makes no difference to such a pittyful ghost as my self

Shut up! dont you know how hard i worked... how long i have faught to stop the stigmatisum about necromancers!

[ghost] why? we may have been feared and hated... but they respected us in a way, they still came to us to burry there departed in such a way that they couldnt be rased again...

they still do... sometimes

*gets up and walks around the rock a few times*

you say your the... spirit of my grandfather...
why didnt you go to rest?

[ghost] well someone has to keep an eye on you...

ha! I can take care of myself!

[ghost] meny would dissagree...

I could banish you, you know that!

[ghost] oh no i thought about that, and took procautions

what do you mean!

[ghost] I got appointed as your spirit guide... great eh?

Ahh!! I hate you!

[ghost] now come along, i wont be here forever...

oh good, you can go now then

[ghost] not untill the time is right!

[ghost] oh come on i think your exadurating a little, this is over the top, even for you

what do you mean by that?

[ghost] well you have been known to be a little insecure at times Alicia...

Oh no thanks to being followed around by the spirit of my grandfather whom i never knew! oh and of course being picked on as a child only to end up as a necromancer because of some bloodyminded relation helps a lot!

[ghost] Well thats hardly my fault, you could make more of an effort

Dont talk to me about making an effort, your dead that hardly shows effort, what did the rocks jump you from behind saying boo!

[ghost] i had passed on the bells i couldnt get undead help

there are other ways of summoning the dead, any necromancer worth there salt knows that...

[ghost] maybe i didnt want to help myself when i knew i could be more help like this

oh great... so not only are you a pompus and pretensious stuped fool your also delusuional!

**
well then mr spirit guide... make yourself useful and keep night watch
*lies under the rock and quickly falls asleep*

[ghost]... *sigh*

*the ghost walks around the rock as Alicia had done earlyer then walks towards were she is lieing,*

*there is a flash of light and the ghost staggers back the blade of the sword glows faintly blue*

[ghost] ah... I had forgoten about that... well... sleep well Alicia... some day you shall not be able to...

*with the magical flair of energy Alicia wakes up and listens silently to the ghosts mutterings*

*stands up silently and walks towards the foglike figure*
I dont trust you... and I'm not stuped enough to go unprootected...

*it suddenly starts to rain very hevely*

[ghost] I will not harm you, mearly guide you

then guide me to somewhere dry...

*follows the ghost somewhere*

*Will Walks Down The Road To Turious*
Well..Looks Like Its Time To Enter Terror Again..Everytime I'm Here Allways Something...Allways.
*Will Keeps Walking To Turious*

*A messenger rides towards the outpost*

*Pesh swoops down flying like an eagle towards Turious*

*Fyrea flyes round after Pesh in close persute*

*Lycan leans close to Pesh whispering something in his ear*

*pesh bursts forwards with a new life of speed*

*startled by the sudden speed from pesh a startled Fyrea rears up throwing its rider*
*hits the ground with a thud*

*Lycan looks behind him to see where they are...*

*he sees Alicia on the floor and pulls Pesh in a tight 180 degree turn*

*he lands not far from Alicia and runs over to her*

Alicia! are you alright? *he kneels next to her*