Opus Path II

"Go on," Samantha said, encouragingly.  "Give it a go, what can it hurt?"
"Blowed if I know," muttered Josh, but took a deep, painful, breath and thought about how to use his power for good. 
Logically, if logic worked in this place, and that seemed dubious at best, then if 'fuck it' was a Bad Thing, then the opposite would be...?  What was the opposite of fuck you?  Bless you?  He mentally shrugged. Worth a try.
Holding his hands up in front of himself, an act that took some effort, he placed his palm over the pulsating green spot on his hand where the Curse Giver had touched.  The effort of moving, and his own touch on the area, made his head swim, but he concentrated hard. 
"Bless this spot," he intoned, in a low voice.  Nothing happened.  He made an effort to think good, healthy thoughts, and tried again.  "Bless me!" he hissed.
This time, a response!  He experienced an odd feeling, as if his body was sucking in air from all around him.  Samantha gasped, and stepped away, as small sparks crackled around her.
The strange feeling stopped, and immediately Josh felt better.  Not back to full strength, or anywhere near really, but it didn't feel like he was about to die at least.  He looked at his hand.  The glowing green spot was still there, but smaller and weaker. 
"It's a start," he said.
"Did you do it?" asked Samantha.  "That was most odd."
"It helped," he said, "but I'm not really healed."
"How did this happen?" she stepped forward again, and examined his hand.
"Some hag in white touched me with a funny stick."
"You healed a Curse from the Curse-Giver?" Samantha looked at him with eyes wide.  "You truly are the saviour!"
"Now now, don't get all googly eyed.  I only improved it a bit," he responded.  "I still feel like crap, and it's still a mangy green. Perhaps I should see a doctor, get some pills, maybe some anti-biotics or something?"
"You want to see a doctor?"  The question seemed to startle the Captain.
"Yes?"
"A doctor?  In... in the hospital?"  The last word was whispered, as if she was suggesting he was shagging his own sister or something.
"You have a hospital here, don't you?"
"Well, I mean, kind of, but not many people go there."
"Why not?  They do have healers and whatnot, don't they?  With medicine and so on?"
"I've never been, but so they say."  She shrugged.
"So, let's away then, get me some good old fashioned drugs."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!  What could possibly be wrong with a visit to the quack?"
Josh dragged his ass off the table, stood up, with some effort, and beamed at her.
oOo

"Okay, what the fuck is that?"
"That's where you insisted we go.  The hospital."  Samantha gave him a Look.
They had left most of the guard behind and taken a fast coach, obviously a replacement, as this one didn't have a hole in the floor, and was powered by something that looked like an electric engine driven by steam, driven by a wizened looking midget sitting on a seat to the rear of the roof.  However it worked, it shot along the highway in splendid fashion, and then up a hill, and then through a long, dark, tunnel, and then out into a half frozen wasteland.  Spears of black, shiny, rock jutted up through snow covered ground. 
The steam-electric carriage had powered up the side of a mountain, along a winding road barely wider than it was, in a hair-raising ride that Josh, half out of it as he was, knew he would have nightmares about for the rest of his life. 
Finally it had reached the summit, onto a wide, and very flat plateau, much to his relief, and rolled up to a stop at the top of a massive, improbable looking, crater. 
Samantha had guided him out at this point, holding him up by the arm.  Josh had spent most of the trip in a half delirious haze.  His healing had made him able to stand, but he was far from cured, and although she'd spoken to him quite a lot on the way, he'd not really heard anything she'd said.
They were now standing on the lip of the crater, looking down to what could only be described as a gigantic black boulder sitting, dead centre, at the bottom of it.  The boulder, no, it had to be an asteroid, looked lived in.  It seemed, from what Josh could see, that someone had hollowed out the innards.  There were windows glowing all along the surface, and doors at ground level, made from some kind of metallic material.
Encircling this boulder-building though, was a besieging army.  Figures in shining silver armour paced around the perimeter, and here and there, amid dull red tents, the odd ballista would fire a lethargic rock towards the hospital, which would bounce off some kind of invisible shield before any damage was done.
"But... but..." Josh took another look at the strangest building he'd ever seen.  "But it's some kind of meteorite.  And it's under siege from a paladin army!"
"Yes, they're really quite determined," she replied, apparently not really concerned.
"What... I.. I mean..."  Josh took a deep breath.  "Do they actually have doctors, nurses... medicines in there?"
"Of course!  We're not barbarians you know."  Samantha managed to look offended.  "You do know many of us come from advanced universes, remember?"
"Yes, sorry."
Josh looked down into the crater again.  "And this paladin army?"
"Oh, yes, the Purity Army.  Don't worry, they'll let us through.  Probably."
"Purity army?  Probably?"
Samantha took a few steps backwards and sat down on the running board of the carriage.  Josh, deprived of his support, staggered over and sat down next to her.
"The Purity Army believe that everything is sent by 'The Creator'.  She made the quote marks gesture.  "They think that the hospital is going against the 'plan' by healing people who should have died.
"But, they'll let us in?"
"Oh yes, they're quite kind like that.  Getting out might be harder though, if you get treatment.  They will think you've cheated fate, or something."
Josh took a deep, painful, breath.  "Then we need a plan," he said.
oOo
Josh hadn't been prepared for the true appearance of the Purity Army, as Samantha had labelled them.  From up on the rim of the crater, they'd looked a little like people in old fashioned armour, but from only a short distance away, they looked like giant aliens in space-armour. 
They were all at least half again as tall as Josh, with many double his height, and goodness knows how many times his bulk.  The first one they encountered, on the outer perimeter, was one of these giants. 
"Holy shit," Josh muttered, as they traipsed up to a kind of check-point.  The armour did resemble plate-mail of old in style, but it was super shiny, and far better made than anything medieval could ever be.  The set was complete with spiky helmet, with a thin reflective visor instead of eye-slits, so the face was still hidden from him.  To complete the menacing effect, the beast had a gigantic two-handed sword slung over his back.  It must have been double the height of Josh, and from the look of it, he doubted he'd even be able to pick it up, let along swing it at any enemies.
Still, despite the imposing appearance, the guard didn't seem hostile.  As they closed in, he (?) stepped forward and said something, the voice coming out as a mechanical garble that Josh didn't understand. 
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Purity," he said.
"Do you understand me now?" the figure spoke again.
"Yes, thanks."
"Please state your business here."
Josh nodded, and tried to look relaxed.  This was the important part.  Samantha had stressed that if the Puritans thought he was here to get treatment, it could cause problems, so it was important that they didn't realise he was sick.  Hence, before they had made their arduous way down into the crater, Josh had tried healing himself again, this time the spot on his cheek. 
And again, he'd managed, just about, to make himself feel a little better, and the mark on his face had significantly reduced, according to Samantha.  It hadn't vanished entirely though, and she'd surprised him by pulling out some makeup and dabbing it over the affected area. 
"What?" she had asked, when she'd seen his expression.  "Just because I'm an ass-kicking captain of the guard doesn't mean I don't want to look nice."
"I think you look nice already," Josh had blurted out, and then blushed. 
She had merely smiled, and told him to hold still.
After that they had tried to make Josh look a little more presentable.  His rough treatment had left his clothes somewhat worse for wear.  Using a brush and a little water that was in the carriage, Samantha managed to get his jacket looking, if not respectable, at least a little less battered.
"It will have to do," she said, eventually.
So, now, he nodded. 
"We're here to interview those inside," he said.  "His Grace wishes to assess the facility, for tax reasons."  Josh held his breathe.
"You are from His Grace?"
"I am," Josh tried to look confident.  "I work for the tax bureau."  Apparently there really was a department called this, according to Samantha.  "And this is my escort, Captain Miller."  He gestured at Samantha, who nodded.
"And you think they will pay your ruler taxes?"
"This is what we are here to speak to them about." 
The being looked at them a moment, longer, and then shrugged.  "You are wasting your time."  Still, he stepped to one side and gestured.  "Go ahead."
"Thank you." 
"You are welcome."
Trying to appear more at ease than he was, Josh walked past the giant sentry, into the Purity camp.
The place was bustling, although not so much battling evil-hospital-forces-bustling as villagers-going-about-their-daily-business bustling.  Giant, armoured and armed villagers.
It was a minute, weaving his way between massive warriors, before Josh had his first look at one of the Purity army without armour.
For some reason he had still been expecting them to appear human, but that wasn't the case at all.  The... creature that stalked across his path was wearing a loose brown tunic.  His, Josh was assuming it was a male, but it may not have been, was slightly smaller than most of the others, although that could have been because he lacked armour.  In any case, the being was a dangerous looking specimen.  The skin was a light purple colour, and wrapped tightly around muscles that bulged, although in this case the torso wasn't bulky, but wiry.  In any case, Josh was sure it would have been able to lift him up with one hand (which sported long, needle-like nails) and toss him away with ease. 
The creature's face gave him a start.  It had two piercing pink eyes, and a lumpy skull, but the mouth was sideways on, and full of sharp teeth.  All in all, it looked very much like the creature from the Alien's films, only purple.  Josh wondered if the creators of the franchise had been to To.
They made their way steadily through the camp, past large tents of a uniform dark red colour, and the odd massive ballista-like contraption.  One was being loaded as they went by, with several of the Purity army winching, by hand, some kind of metallic sphere onto the end of the throwing arm.
"They are obviously from an advanced civilisation," Josh said in a low voice to Samantha.  "Why are they using swords and catapults?"
She shrugged.  "They've been here a long time.  Maybe they ran out of more advanced ammunition.  Why don't you ask them?"  She grinned, mischievously.
"You ask them," Josh muttered, giving her a glare. 
The went on, and now the focus of his attention was the so-called hospital.  The asteroid building, as he had decided to term it, loomed up in front of them.  A gargantuan, inhabited boulder from space. 
"It's even more massive up close," he said, looking upwards.
"I heard it crashed here about a thousand years ago, and threw up huge amounts of dust into the air.  It had started to affect the environment, but then the inhabitants did something, no one knows exactly what, and basically sucked all the dust away."
"Wow," Josh said.  "Wait, who are these people?"
Samantha shrugged.  "Supposed to be large, dark folk, but that's all I really know.  People don't come here a lot."
"Because of the Puritans?"
"Partly."
Josh was going to ask what the other part was, but they had reached another checkpoint.  This consisted of two giant sentries and another Puritan, this one is dark robes, sitting behind a table strewn with paperwork.
As they approached, the being behind the table pushed two sheets of paper over the desk, towards them.
"Sign these," it rasped, pointing at an 'X' at the bottom of the first sheet.
Josh looked at it.  The documents were covered in alien writing, none of which he understood, although they looked identical.  He looked at Samantha, who nodded, very, very slightly.
"I've lost my pen," Josh said, steadily.
"Here."  The Puritan passed over a short, but lethal looking dagger.
Josh looked at for a second, and then sighed.  "Great, I'm meeting with Klingons."
Taking the knife, it was heavier than it looked, he jabbed the end of his index finger.
"Ow."  Scowling at the Puritan over the table, who simply looked at him, he made a signature on both parchments, in blood.
"There.  I hope you don't wish me to write a formal statement, I may need a transfusion."
The Puritan didn't respond, but simply took the sheets back and, using a wooden instrument, stamped them with some kind of purple-inked seal.
He pushed one sheet back across the table.  "Your copy."
"Why, thank you," Josh replied, sucking his finger.  He picked it up, folded it, and pushed it into his pocket.
"There," the administer gestured, pointing at a narrow trail behind him.  It led to a door shaped frame, standing on its own.
Still sucking at his finger, Josh walked towards it, Samantha following behind.  In doing so, he passed the final layer of Puritans.  Somehow he was now in no-man's-land. 
Approaching the archway, he noticed a crackling in the air, and remembered the invisible shield that the besieging army's attacks had bounced off. 
Stopping in front of it, he poked at the area within the arch. 
There was a crackle of lightning, and he found himself lying on the floor, steaming slightly. 
"Are you all right?"  Samantha looked down at him, a concerned look on her face.
"Don't poke there," he replied.
"No, wasn't going to."  She held out a hand, and helped him back to his feet.
"Hello?"  A new, smooth and cultured voice made them look back at the arch.  No one was visible.
"Hello?" Josh replied.
"May we be of assistance?"  The voice was coming from a small grid set into the archway that he'd not noticed before.
"We would like..."  Josh looked around, trying to figure out of any Puritans were listening.  "We would like to come in please."
"Do you wish us harm in any way?"
"No."
"Very well, but if you work against us in any fashion, there will be painful consequences.  Are you in agreement?"
"Yes, sure."
There was a pause.
"I agree," Samantha added.
"Very well, come through."
A low hum, that Josh hadn't even realised was there, stopped.
Not wanting to show fear in front of Samantha, he took a step forward.  He remained upright, so carried on, through the arch, and suddenly, was in a well-maintained garden, full of plants, albeit plants that were mostly blue in colour.  A level, pastel yellow stone path wound its way towards the black stone of the hollowed out space rock, and a large set of double doors.
"This is nice.  How come we couldn't see this before?" he asked, looking about.
"I have no idea," Samantha replied.  "Obviously these people are from a very advanced civilisation."
"That is promising."
"I hope so."
They made their way up to the doors, which, in direct contrast to the wall of the asteroid, were white, modern looking and metal, with tinted black glass windows.
They slid open as the two approached, and cool air wafted out of the dark interior.
"Air conditioning too.  Nice."
Josh stepped inside, and stopped.
"Oh," he said. 
He found himself in a large, dark hall.  Spluttering yellow lights flickered overhead, resembling the gas lights of a Victorian city.  The floors were grey stone, and the walls pale cream, with the paint peeling in areas. 
Ahead of them was a long counter, which appeared to be unmanned.  Josh couldn't help but notice the surface was near head height. 
"More giants?" he asked, as their footsteps echoed on the floor.
"It's not very busy, is it?" Samantha said.
They reached the desk, and Josh, standing on tiptoes, peered over it.  There was a large, black bell, as you would find in a hotel lobby perhaps.
"Why not?"  With an effort, he reached up and hit it.
The resulting bell made him stagger back and clap his hands over his ears.
"Shit!"
"May I help you?"
Josh and Samantha whirled around, and Josh screamed.
Looming over them, peering over the desk, was a creature out of nightmares.  One bloodshot eye, the size of a football glared at them.  The other eye socket was empty, a dark hole in a face consisting of black skin peeling off a yellow skull.  There was no nose, but the malformed mouth was full of rotting, and yet somehow still sharp teeth, each one the size of a finger.
The body was swathed in a dark robe that swirled about as if it has a life of its own. 
"We... we're here for treatment," Samantha managed to get out, holding on to Josh's arm to stop him running away.
"I see."  The eye looked at them for a moment longer.  "Please wait a moment, I shall get a doctor to attend you."
The horror retreated.
"What was that?" hissed Josh, when it had gone.
"I think it was the receptionist."
"I thought this was a hospital.  Why don't they cure... them?"
Before Samantha could postulate a reply, the creature was back, this time it lurched around the desk, towering over them.  Josh was beginning to develop a phobia of giant creatures.
"Please follow me," it hissed, and did an about turn.
"They're more efficient than hospitals at home at least," Josh mused, as they followed the being along a massive corridor. 
The walk took at least five minutes, and by the time they reached their destination, Josh was shaking slightly.
The corridor had many doors set into it, and some were open.  Many just had rooms with beds in, or at least bunks.  Bunks with rotting blankets.  More than a few had restraints dangling down from the sides.  Some had chains.
Others, more sinister, had couches or tables. These were not in best repair either, and there was a worrying amount of what could only be old bloodstains splattered on the walls and floors.
The most disturbing one had been a room with a huge, dark robed being, tentacles holding on to some creature, thankfully hidden by the standing figure, on a table.  Screams and sobs came from the patient.  Loud as they were, they were only just audible over the buzzing of the motorised saw that was being wielded by the attending physician. 
Josh winced at the sound of flesh being cut into was quickly masked by cries of terror.
"Our surgery is very efficient," their guide had commented.  "Many patients survive and go on to live lives afterwards."
"That's... encouraging," Josh had managed to get out.
"We have the most cutting-edge technology," the receptionist went on, appearing ignorant of her choice of words.  "Although, of course, the siege means that we have to make cuts here and there."
Josh just wishes it would stop using saying 'cut'.
Finally, they were shown through a large door, into a room that was slightly more comfortable.  Several soft chairs, human in scale this time, sat across from a much larger one, in which another horror sat, tentacles holding a clipboard. 
"Thank you nurse," their new acquaintance rasped. 
"Doctor."  Their guide turned and slithered out of the room.
"Please take a seat."  Several tentacles pointed to the chairs. 
Josh tore his gaze away from the doctors face, which had two eyes at least, but was otherwise similar to their recently departed nurse friend in nightmare level looks, and sat down.  Samantha sat in the other chair.
"So, what can we do to help you?"  The voice of the physician was well cultured, and totally at odds with his appearance.
"I..."  Josh cleared his throat and started again.  "This," he pointed at his cheek and hand, "was inflicted on me by a Curse Giver.  I've managed to reduce the effects, but I can't seem to cure it.  I was hoping you could help."
"You've come to the right place!" the doctor boomed.  "Let me see.  Hold still." 
Tentacles whipped forward, holding Josh's head in a firm, but surprisingly not all that uncomfortable grip, whilst another prodded at his cheek with some kind of silver instrument.
"Yes, yes, I see.  Yes, we can cure that with a simple dose of Mathradoxin II."  The tentacles withdrew.
"You can?"
"Don't sound so surprised young... human?  Yes, human," the doctor replied.  "Our establishment may have seen better days, but we are the finest medics in the galaxy."
"Oh, well, thank you."
"Not a problem.  Now, just the matter of payment."
"Payment?  Oh, well His Grace is a friend, I'm sure we can..."
"No no no, we don't need money here," the doctor interrupted.  "Not that you would recognise as such at least.  No, we do you a service, and you do us one, or volunteer to help us with our research, or maybe donate part of your body.  Although for Mathradoxin you're looking at a fairly major organ.  Are you a standard model human?  How many hearts do you have?"
"What service do you require?"  Josh asked.

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Phew, that just went on and on.  So, obvi ideas needed here for what kind of service Josh can offer?  All ideas, however off the wall, welcome!

And thank you for reading!
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"Very well," her Tainteness declared, ignoring Josh, "bring out the Book of Burbop."

The crowd around cheered again, as the Bishop bowed and retreated to a door Josh hadn't noticed before, behind the throne.

"Clear a space," her Tainteness ordered, as the thin man vanished behind the door.

The Tainted around Josh suddenly became very busy clearing themselves, and any furniture, out of the way, until a large circular area was made in front of the throne, where her Tainteness was slumped, observing proceedings.

"Jox must face his greatest challenge yet!"

Josh turned to see his Narrator, once again seemingly invisible to everyone else, addressing the wall. 

"Our hero has been captured, and must partake in a trial he cannot hope to win!  How will he get out of this conundrum?  Will he get out of it?  Will his survive the questions?  Let's watch and find out..."

The man vanished.  Josh said a Bad Word.

As he did so, the Bishop returned, carrying a large, worryingly skin-coloured, tome under his arm.  It seemed to be dripping blood, which is never something you want to see in a book.  A pulpit was dragged up from somewhere, and placed to the side, slightly in front, of the throne. 

A hush descended as the Bishop approached.  Bowing once to her Tainteness, he stepped onto the pulpit and placed the book upon the stand.   

"Where is the Curse Giver?" he asked, looking left and right.

"Here I is yooz majesti!"

Josh turned to see the owner of the high pitched, screechy voice scamper up. 

The Curse Giver was an old female, frame bent and twisted with age and Blight, wearing, unlike everyone else, all white rags, with only a splash of red on her arm, worn like an insignia.

Her wild, white, matted hair hung down over her face, but from what he could make out, she had a long, hooked nose and teeth the Wicked Witch of the West would be jealous of.  In a gnarled hand she held a bent, white, stick. 

"Welcome Curse Giver," the Bishop said.  "Are you ready for the Burbop?"

"I is always ready I is!" The Curse Giver danced a little jig, cackling madly.

"Very well then," the Bishop turned to look at Josh.  "Here, standing before us, is the unseemly sight of an un-infected."  Boos and hisses rang out from the watching crowd. 

Josh, deciding he had to hold his own here, held up his arms in a 'champion' pose and did a slow three-sixty, bowing, which elicited even more jeers.

"Blasphemer!" screeched the Bishop, seemingly enraged by his act.  Spittle ran from his mouth. 

"S'up?" Josh replied, calmly.

"The Burbobee will behave accordingly!"

"Sure."  Josh shrugged, and winked at the Curse Giver, who screeched, and did another little jig, nearly falling over.

"You will come to order!" The Bishop banged his book.  When Josh didn't respond, he nodded, more calmly.  "Very well.  The proceedings will proceed in a procedural fashion.  Are you ready Burbopee?"

"I don't know what the proceedings are," Josh replied, reasonably.

"How can this be so?" the Bishop asked, seemingly taken aback.  He turned to her Tainteness, who had been drinking something from a gigantic wooden mug.  "Tainteness?"

The leader slammed the mug down on the arm of her chair, and belched enormously.  "The Bishop will ask you a question.  If you get the question wrong, the Curse Giver will curse you.  Each time you are cursed, it will weaken you, until you succumb entirely."

"And what if I answer correctly?" Josh asked.

"Unlikely, but..."  Her Tainteness paused, and scratched her head, dislodging a certain amount of rotting scalp.  "I'm not sure it's ever happened."  She shrugged.  "I'm sure we'll figure it out.  Proceed."  She waved at the Bishop.

"Very well!"  Bishop Taint opened the large book, which threw up a certain amount of dust from inside, as if a breeze was emanating from within. 

A low moan rose from the onlookers, and Josh thought the whole place darkened slightly.

"Oh great Book of Blight!" intoned the Bishop, "reveal the first question for this Un-Tainted!"

There was a sigh, and a low whisper, which Josh could swear came from the book.  The Bishop tilted his head, as if listening, and then nodded. 

"The Book has spoken!" he cried.  "The first question is: If X equals one, and it is late afternoon, what colour is the second moon?  Answer now, answer quickly of feel the touch of the Curse Giver!"

"What the fuck?" Josh said.  "That makes no sense!"

"Wrong!" the Bishop screamed, grinning like the maniac he seemed to be.  "Curse Giver!  Do your duty!"

"No, I mean, that wasn't my answer!" Josh tried to squirm away from the Curse Giver, as she staggered over to him, but was restrained by several nearby onlookers. 

"I gis you the gifts of Curse, I does!" screeched the old hag in white, and touched his hand with her stick.

Josh sagged as the point of contact burned like fire, and a spot on his skin turned a rotten, pulsating, green.  A surge of ill-feeling swept over his body, and he gagged, feeling his legs go weak.

"The first Curse is givens!" The hag pranced backwards, as Josh tried not to throw up.

"Well done Curse Giver," the Bishop said, and turned to Josh once again.  "The Book will now speak the second question."  Once again he listened as the book did the creepy-whispering thing.

"The Book has once again spoken.  Burbopee, answer this!"
Josh tried to pull himself together, and readied himself, although how he'd be able to answer nonsensical questions he didn't know.

"What colour is your hat?" 

Josh frowned, and was about to ask a question of his own, when he remembered what had happened last time, and shut his mouth quickly again. 

He had several hats, not here, but at home.  Most were black, but he did have other colours.  He shrugged to himself. 

"Black," he replied.

"That is wro..."  The Bishop stopped, suddenly, mid-sentence, a shocked look on his face.  "I mean... how can that be?  The Un-Tainted is correct!"

"Boo!" shouted the crowd.

"A lucky guess," someone shouted.

"Yes, that must be it."  The Bishop listened to the book again, for the next question.

"Answer this Burbopee," he said.  "For most it is the end, but you can fall through it without boots on."

"What the hell?" Josh asked, without thinking.  "That's not even a question!"

"Wrong!" screamed Bishop Taint shrieked, once more back on form.  "Wrong, wrong, a thousand times wrong!  Curse Giver, do your duty!"

"Shit!"  Josh tried harder to squirm away as the hag approached once again, attempting to bat her away back when he was prevented from doing so, but a burly member of the Afflicted grabbed his arms, holding him still as the stick once more did its job, this time touching his face, on his cheek.

A wave of nausea swept over Josh again, and he leaned forward and threw up.  His insides felt as if they were disintegrating.
 
"Oh fuck," he gasped, eventually, once the heaving had subsided.  He drew himself back up, trying to stand upright again, even though he now felt as if he was suffering from a hangover whilst he had the flu.

Again, the Bishop listened to the book.  Again, he spoke.

"It comes after I most times," he intoned.

The fact that Josh was feeling like death warmed up meant that he didn't give any sarky remark.  He did frown though.  Could it be that simple?

"E," he said, conserving his strength.

"Curses!"  The Bishop slammed the book with his palm.
 
"Ha, that's two all," Josh managed to croak.

"He must be cheating!" The Bishop appealed to her Tainteness.
 
"I don't see how," the leader said.  "Proceed."

"Bah."  For a fifth time, the Bishop listened to the book, and for the fifth time translated.

"Burbopee!  Fipopsee ganatata gugug morphase?"

Before Josh had any chance to respond to this gibberish, there was a sharp explosion, followed by a crash, then more explosions and screams.

"Get them!" someone shouted.  A female voice, one that sounded familiar, and very welcome at this point. 

The Afflicted holding him dropped him, and, as ill as he felt, Josh simply didn't have the strength to do anything but fall to the floor and lay there, as a fully-fledged battle erupted around inside the hall.  Several Afflicted dropped down near to him, bleeding from fatal wounds, and he vaguely heard Samantha shouting that she'd seen him, before he blacked out.


"How do you feel?"

Josh opened his eyes, to look up into the very welcome face of Samantha, Captain.  As nice as the sight was, he did not feel any better.

"Terrible," he croaked.

"Yes, you look awful."  She nodded.

"Your bedside manner needs work."  Josh tried to sit up, but failed.  He had enough strength to turn his head though, and found he'd been lifted onto the Afflicted's long table.  A number of heavily armed Grace guards were standing around him.

"Oh, I'm still here."  He rested his head again.

"We've driven them off, for now at least," Samantha informed him.  "You've been cursed somehow, do you think you can cure yourself with your powers?"

"I'm not sure," Josh said.  He didn't feel strong enough to sit up, how could he cure himself, even if he knew how?



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Very well, not the most dynamic of chapters there, but I'm trying to push these out.

So, Josh needs to be cured, maybe he could do it himself, but maybe there's another way?  Any ideas welcome!

Thanks for reading!
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"Listen, I..." Josh started to say, but was cut off as an enormous explosion hit the side of the coach, knocking it over and throwing both Samantha and him into the roof, which was now the wall.

Josh was lucky, he hit the soft seat, bounced off, and landed on Samantha, who was also fairly soft, before rolling onto the door, which was now the floor.

"Fuck," he said, after a few seconds, and the ringing in his ears had receded.  Pulling himself into a sitting position, he looked over at Samanta.  She was lying on the ground, out cold.

On the plus side the shooting seemed to have stopped.

"You, in the coach.  Surrender yourself."

Taking a deep breath, Josh pulled himself upright and clenched his fists. 

"I don't think so," he snarled.  "It's clobbering time!"

And with that unoriginal catchphrase he threw his arms forward.  "Fuck this!"

The previous floor of the carriage exploded, allowing, once the dust had settled, light to filter in through the resulting hole.

Stepping out, Josh looked left and right.

The scene was one of carnage.  A large crater had been blown into the road nearby, no doubt from whatever had hit the coach, parts of which were scattered around.

Slightly further away, the remains of the creatures that had been pulling the conveyance lay, limbs and chunks of flesh splattered gruesomely amongst the debris.

Further away still lay the bodies of his escort, in a variety of poses, but all blooded and damaged enough for Josh to feel that none of them were still alive.

Smoke drifted over the entire scene, and as a result it took a moment or two longer for him to see the figures that were slowly approaching.

There was probably a dozen of them, all wearing similar gear, which consisted mostly of red robes, but red robes that were torn and tattered, exposing yellow, unhealthy skin beneath, riddled with scars both old and new, some still oozing blood.
 
The group stopped, as one, with the exception of a single man, who strode forward to approach Josh.

"Come no closer," Josh growled at him, raising a hand.

The man stopped at his request, which allowed Josh to have a closer look at his new foe.

He had seen better days, that was for sure.  Despite the fact that he was tall and muscular, he was riddled with the same skin deformities as his comrades, which included boils and oozing pustules.  His hair, once probably dark and long, was now straggly tufts, and had mostly fallen out.  One bloodshot eye stared at him, whilst the other was nothing but a dark hole.

In one hand he held a large, and extremely lethal looking, pistol.
The man opened a twisted mouth, to reveal rotting teeth.  He pointed a crooked finger at him and snarled.

"Are you him?" he rasped.  "Are you the one they call the Saviour?  Are you the one named Jox?"

"Who's asking?"  Josh snarled back.

"We are.  We, the Afflicted.  We have come on behalf of The Holy Blight.  So, tell us, are you him?"

"Yes.  Yes, I am.  What are you going to do about it?"

"Kill," the Blighted leader said, raising his gun.

"Fuck you all!" screamed Josh, sweeping his hands around.

Lightning erupted from him, sweeping out in an arc and exploding the nearest Afflicted into bloody jam.

Still, shots echoed from further away, and several bullets zipped pasts him. 

He whirled around, and pointed at a woman, running towards him, firing a pistol.

"And fuck you!"

The women's head vapourised in a red mist.

Movement to his left.

"Fuck you!"

A chunk of the Afflicted's side blew out, twisting him around as he fell to the ground, spraying claret in a perfect circle as he went.
Fuck you, and you, and you!"

Josh pointed left, right, ahead, downing three more of the attackers in horrible ways.

Then something hit his leg.

"Shit!"  He looked down, to see blood gushing from a wound in his thigh.

Spinning around, he saw two more Afflicted closing fast.

"Fu.." he started to say, but then one of them hit him on the head with the butt of his rifle, and, after a brief moment of extreme pain, and a flash of light, everything faded from view.


The world came back.

It came back slowly and painfully.

Josh moaned and tried to rub his head, which felt like it was splitting apart, to find his arm was restrained in some fashion.  His thigh was sending message of extreme distress, which had to compete with all the rest of the complaints his body was throwing at him.

"Fuck," he tried to say, only to discover someone had jammed their used underwear into his mouth.

He opened his eyes.  Those, at least, seemed to be unimpeded.
Upon taking in the scene, he rather regretted the fact.

The room around him was long and large, somehow resembling a Viking longhall he'd seen in some TV series. 

A massive table ran the length of the centre of the place, chairs lining both sides of it.  Overhead, the roof could be seen, a sturdy wooden affair, as were the walls, which were lined with weapons.  Not axes and swords, as one might expect from a Viking hall, but all manner of fantastic guns and projectile weapons.  Some looked like they had come from a science fiction movie, others were more cyberpunk.  All looked well used and lethal.

Along these walls, placed in direct contradiction to any number of safety regulations, open pits of fire warmed the place to an almost unbearable heat.

All in all, the scenery was pretty cool.  The inhabitants, less so.
Sitting at the table, filling both sides, some sprawling out behind, was a crowd of nightmares. 

Afflicted, of all shapes and sizes, were in the middle of what appeared to be a celebratory feast.  They were wearing tattered robes, ripped leather armour, torn spacesuits, every manner of wild outfit, all of which had been dyed a horrific blood-red hue.

The celebration must have been going on for a while, as the drunken revelry was in full swing.  Servants shuffled here and there, serving the feasters, and Josh noted these servants also wore rags, and also shackles around their ankles.  Their beaten and bloodied countenance was more along the lines of abused slaves.

Even as he blurrily took in the scene, a young woman, holding a tray of drinks, stumbled and spilled ale over a large, orc looking creature in leather. 

The orc screamed, grabbed the much smaller human woman, and ripped her throat out, spraying all nearby with blood. 

Instead of recoiling at the barbaric act, those nearby cheered.  The orc's neighbour, a large human male, grabbed the poor servant's arm and took a bite out of it, chewing the meat noisily, red dribbling down his chin.

Josh had seen enough.  He rolled over and threw up.

His movement attracted the attention of those nearest to him, and shouts went up.

Hands grabbed him, hoisting Josh into the air and carting him, still gagging, along the length of the hall, up to the head of the table, where he was carelessly dropped onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him.

"Stand him up."  The voice was rough and deep, yet female.

He was grabbed again, and pulled upright, only now discovering that he had been bound almost mummy-like, in some kind of bandages.

In front of him, there was what could only be described as a throne, the second in his short visit to this realm, although this one was far rougher and cruder than the previous one His Grace had been lounging on.

It was made, like the hall, out of wood, and the carvings that covered it were crude, violent and sexual.  Phalluses, acts of extreme violence, demonic creatures, and death featured prominently.   
And the being sitting upon it could not have been more different from His Grace either.

She was big, maybe a troll, as per his friend Arthur, but looked as if she'd been killed and dug up again, possibly several times. 
Her head was practically a skull, the flesh peeling off.  The eyes were there, but sunken, and glowing red.  Yellow fangs jutted over rotten lips, and blood oozed down from weeping sores that covered her visible skin.

Yet, like the others, her frame was muscular, and, frankly, terrifying.  She wore metal chain-mail armour, torn and ripped in many places, but still functional.  And of course, it was deep red.
"Here he is!" the leader roared, to a replying cheer.

"We have been blessed this day!  Tonight, we shall feast upon our mortal enemy, and in one act end the Hope of To.  End the Hope of His Grace, and save the Holy Blight!"

The cheers of The Afflicted threatened to overwhelm Josh.  He tried to speak, but could only mumble.

"Wait!"  The Afflicted leader held a hand up.  "Let us hear what he has to say, before we feast upon his entrails.  Remove his gag."

A furry half-dog-like creature looked questioningly at the leader, but, at a confirming nod, removed Josh's gag.

Taking a moment to spit, and take a deep breath, which he quickly regretted – the air was not fresh – Josh turned to the giant Afflicted on the throne.

"You've got the wrong man," he said.

"What?"

"I said, you've got the wrong person, I'm not Jox."

The leader snarled and leaped forward, grabbing Josh, painfully, by the throat with a large, callused, hand.  "What are you talking about?"  She shook him.

"I... I..."  Josh gave up and wiggled his head, trying to breathe.

Slowly she released her grip, allowing him to take in a lungful of horrible smelling air.

"I'm not Jox.  His Grace summoned the wrong person," he croaked.

"This is not possible.  You have the Power."  The leader snarled, making him gag on the smell of her fetid breath.

"N... No.  Really, I'm Josh.  I met a Jox back... back in my world.  He was looked like me and everything.  There's been a mistake."

The leader squinted at him for a moment more, and then released him, sitting back on her throne and looking at him thoughtfully, rubbing her chin.

"Your Infectedness, he lies!"  A figure that had been standing half behind the throne sidled up to her.  This new man was thin and ragged, but dressed in a tattered suit, still red of course.  He glared at Josh through round, cracked glasses.  Dark spider-web lines crept over his face.

"Speak to me Bishop Taint," Her Infectedness replied.  "Advise me.  What does the Holy Blight wish?"

"The Holy Blight speaks to me," Bishop Taint said, with the zeal of the insanely religious.  "The Holy Blight wishes the Slow Death of a Million Angels upon this wrong one.  This enemy, this smooth skinned un-sufferer!"  He glared at Josh and dribbled slightly.

"No!" Josh cried.  "I can help you!  I can help your cause!  I'm no friend of His Grace!  He threw me to the Carrots!"

"I say let the Burbop decide," Bishop Taint countered.  "The Burbop!"

"The Burbop!" screamed those around Josh.  "Burbop, Burbop, Burbop!"

The shouting stopped abruptly as the leader, her Taintedness, raised a large, scabbed hand.

"Your advice is wise and good, as always Bishop."  She looked at Josh, and slowly nodded. "Yes, indeed.  Let us let the Burbop decide!  For the Blight!"

"For the Blight!" screamed the crowd around Josh.

"Oh shit," he said.


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Obvi, ideas needed for WTF the Burbop is here!  Your wildest and most unlikely suggestions are welcome and, frankly, needed!  Praise the Taint!  All hail the Burbop.  Or something. Yes, I'm drunk again.
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"The fuck!"  Josh stepped backwards at the sight of this new associate.

"Don't be afraid."  Bob, as he'd designated himself, raised a grey hand.

It was grey because there could be no doubt at all that Bob was dead.

"Shit," Josh said, taking a step back.  "Are you going to eat my brains?"

Bob sighed, a particularly wheezy sigh.  "That's a vicious stereotype," he moaned.

He moaned because Bob was obviously a zombie.  Apart from his skin being an unhealthy grey, in many places it was also flaking off, exposing a rotting carcass underneath. His eyes were glazed over, and his clothes were little more than rags.

"So you don't eat brains?"  Josh looked at the undead sideways.

"Oh yes, of course I do.  I mean, along with everything else."
Josh raised his hands, ready to do his newly found magic thing.

"No!  No, it's okay," Bob said.  "I'm here to help.  Well, to give you some advice at least."

"Go on."  Josh didn't lower his hands.

"You're not Jox, are you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I see dead people," the zombie said.  "Hear them too.  Talk to them.  Chat to them.  I'd have coffee with them, if they had coffee here."
"They don't have coffee here?"  Josh lowered his hands in shock.

"I know, right?  It's fucked up."

"So you're not from here either?"

"Nearly all of the people here aren't native to this 'verse, or at least are descendants from other worlds, other universes."

"Okay, okay, so you said you had some advice?"  Josh tried to wrestle the conversation back on topic.


"Yes, don't trust the ruler of this place."

"No shit Sherlock," Josh replied.  "He already attacked me and threw me into prison."

"That's because he's batshit crazy."

"Yes, figured that out on my own, thanks."

"But he also needs you."

"So why did he try and have me killed by carrot then?"

"Oh, you were never in any danger, if you hadn't escaped by yourself, he'd have found a way to get you out."

"I don't understand."

"His Grace plays the long game. I'm not entirely sure what that game is, but it will mean your death, that I am certain of.  Also, as you said, he's a wackjob.  Totally nuts."

"They're saying I'm their saviour!"

"You're obviously a major talent," Bob said.  "One that has a lot of power."

"As unlikely as I'd have found that some hours ago, I seem to have some ability in this place."  Josh looked at his fingers.

"It may not have been apparent, or accessible, in your universe, but the rules are different here."

"How so?  And how do you know?"

"Because what is happening to you, happened to me," Bob said.  "My universe, my world, was aware of the multiverse, and even of this one in particular.  I was recruited to try and take out His Grace.  He was deemed a danger, so I was sent here to put him down."

"I take it that didn't go well?"

"How did you guess?  I..."  Bob stopped talking suddenly and looked around.  "Shit, they're looking for you."

"What?  Who?"

"The Palace Guard probably.  Listen, we don't have much time.  You cannot trust His Grace."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"He's after your power.  We're not sure why, but we were fairly certain it isn't to cure this Blight, at least not directly.  The Blight has been bad before, and then it's been 'cured', only to become gradually..."

Bob was cut off by a shout.

"Jox?  Are you there?" 

The voice, a female one, was familiar.

"What about the narrator?" Josh asked.  "Do you know about him?"

"Who?"  Bob looked confused.

"This guy in purple who...."

"We don't have time!" Bob insisted, interrupting.  "You need to stop this!"

Josh sighed.  "I know I'm going to regret this, but how?"

"Jox?"  the voice again.

"You need to kill His Grace."

"I knew you were going to say that.  How?"

"He has a weak spot, it's..."

"Jox!  Oh goodness!"

There was a short, sharp, explosion, and Bob's head exploded, splattering Josh with blood and brain matter.

"Are you okay?"

The under-any-other-circumstances-welcome-form of Samantha, Captain, rushed forward, a large mechanical gun in her hand, smoke wafting from the muzzle.

Josh reached up and slowly wiped some Bob off himself. 

"Yes, I'm fine," he said, dryly.  "Thanks."

"It's lucky we arrived, that creature could have eaten your brains!"  Samantha brushed an eyeball off his shoulder.

Josh sighed.  "That's a stereotype," he said.


"So, how did you find me?"

After a long walk through the jungle, which had made Josh sweat buckets, they had arrived at a nicely paved, modern looking road.  In almost direct contradiction to this highway, a coach, with some six legged creatures that weren't quite horses harnessed to the front of it, stamped their large paws impatiently.

"I was sent," she said, gesturing at a soldier to open the door.  "Apparently I was the closest to your location."

"Who sent you?"

She shrugged.  "Orders from above."

"And where are we going?"  Bob nodded at a guard holding the door of the carriage open for him, and climbed aboard.

"Back to see His Grace.  No, wait." 

Samantha held out a hand to block Josh from disembarking again.

"The guy threw me into an arena!  I was eaten."

Samantha looked him slowly up and down, and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I was eaten by a carrot, it wasn't all that serious I guess, in the end."

"No matter, it seems His Grace realises he made a mistake, and wishes to apologise."

"Really?"

"Yes.  He does have a temper, but he's been under a lot of strain recently, with the Blight and the rebels and everything."  She shrugged.

"Fine," Josh said, sitting down on one of the plush seats of the carriage. "But I'm not going to be taken by surprise again."  He flexed his hands.

Samantha nodded and sat down opposite him, simultaneously banging on the roof.  Their ride started to move forward, picking up speed quickly.

"Once more our hero heads towards the Master of To, and the Challenge that awaits him.  Will he fail?  Will he triumph?  Will he save To?  Only time will tell!"

"There, you don't see him?  Right there!"  Josh pointed at the Narrator, who appeared to be standing on the running board outside of the door, balancing with no problems, and talking to the air.

"Jox, there's no one there."  Samantha looked at him, a little sadly.
Josh was about to lunge at the mysterious purple clad man, when he vanished again.

"Fuck!" Josh sat back down again, a scowl on his face.

Sighing, Samantha leaned forward and touched his knee.  Josh felt a tingle of electricity run through him at her gesture.  She really was attractive, and he hadn't had any girl company for some time now.

"You are also under a lot of pressure I would guess.  You really didn't know about all this in advance?"  She gestured around.

"I had no idea."  Josh slumped backwards.  "I was driving in a fog, and then... I was here.  Well, in the Middle place."  He decided not to elaborate.  Samantha was nice, but he wasn't sure what she would do if he told her the full story.

He looked out of the window.  They were travelling through a heavily wooded green area.

"We're not going back to the city?" he asked.

She shook her head.  "No, we're going to His Grace's country estate.  It's more private there."

"And that's a good thing?"

Samantha simply shrugged.

Josh wanted to ask her more about herself, and, more specifically, if she had any current love interest, but he was interrupted by an explosion from ahead.  The carriage wobbled and swerved, coming to an abrupt halt and throwing him to the side.

Several more retorts, sounding horribly like gunfire, came from outside.  Similar sounds came from nearer by, as the guards on top of the carriage replied in turn.

"Death to the Saviour!" shouts could also be heard, over the shooting.

"That doesn't sound good," Josh said, ducking down.  "Are these your rebels?"

He looked at Samantha, who was now holding her large pistol again, and crouching down next to him.

"No, they want His Grace, not the Saviour, you."

"Wonderful."


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Okay, trying to keep the momentum up here, not doing very well, but we can fix it in Post haha. 
So, they're being attacked.  Ideas about what the being/group looks like and their objectives, although it sounds fairly clear from above. 
Also, how does Josh get out of this fix?
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The beast let loose another scream, and dived after him whilst Josh discovered that the problem with circular arenas, at least from the soon-to-be-eaten point of view, is that there were no corners, or anywhere else for that matter, to hide in.

He ran at the wall, having nowhere else to go, and gave a massive leap up, trying to reach the area where the crowd, such as it was, was seated.

The wall was far too high though, no doubt a design feature, and he slid miserably down it, to come to rest in the sand.

"Nice try though!" a member of the audience shouted at him. 
 
"Thanks," Josh said, and then dived to his side as the carrot beast caught up and lunged at him.

"Fuck!"

Jumping to his feet, he ran again, whilst the beast shook its, for want of a better word, head, and looked around for its prey once more.

"Okay, no more room to run, may as well try this magic thing, as that's what brought me here," Josh said to himself.

"Now, how did it go?"  He tried to remember, back in the throne room, what he had done to make the guards slam against the wall.

He waved a hand at the monster, who was approaching once again.
Nothing happened.

"What did I say?  Oh yes.  And you can fuck off too!"  He waved his hand again.

This time there was a distinct movement in the air, and the beast juddered slightly.  A small sliver of carrot fell to ground.

"That's it!  Get the bastard!" his fan in the stands shouted.
Josh waved again. "Fuck off!" he screamed, putting all his energy into it.

The creature visibly juddered.  Slices of orange skin flew off its side, but not nearly enough to make a difference.

Time seemed to slow down for Josh as the beast, now towering above him, lunged down from directly overhead, and swallowed him whole.


"It turns out that the reason carrot creatures are rare in the wild, is that they are, well, made of carrot."

Josh woke up to see his narrator companion speaking to no-one.

"The teeth, ferocious as they appear, are also made of, that's right folks, carrot!  Hence our hero now finds himself in the stomach of the beast.  Not as dangerous as you may think though, as carrots actually don't have stomachs.  So perhaps we should just say, inside the beast."

The narrator turned, and for only the second time, looked directly at Josh.

"And there's plenty to eat."

Then he vanished, taking the light with him, and leaving Josh, both figuratively and literally, in the dark.

"I wish I knew what the fuck was going on," he moaned. 

Despite being thrown into jail he still had his few belongings on him.  So, pulling his phone out of his pocket, he turned on the torch and looked around.

He was in a small pocket of inner carrot.  There was a tube, barely wide enough for a person to slide down, leading into the space, no doubt the throat, and that was it.  Josh wondered where things usually went from here, as there didn't seem to be any way out the other end.

"Well, fuck it," he said, remembering what the narrator had said.
"There's plenty to eat indeed.  Shame I hate carrot."

He stood up, as best he could in the small space and glared at one section of the wall.

"Fuck you!"


"The carrot snake thrashes and writhes in agony, as our hero blasts his way through the vulnerable, vegetable flesh from the inside.  Such is the power, the determination, of our hero, that no carrot beast can halt him!  Finally, the beast is defeated, and Jox steps forward, triumphant!"

"Oh, go suck yourself off," Josh said, stepping through the ragged hole in the carrot monster's side.

The narrator, whether co-incidentally or otherwise, vanished.

"Better."

Josh brushed shredded carrot off his jacket and looked around.
He was in some kind of cavernous lair.  The ground was strewn with straw, whilst the walls were roughly hewn rock.  Behind him, the carrot beast lay still, but the hole he'd blasted his way out of was already healing.  To one side the portcullis into the arena had been closed.

"I guess carrots really are healthy," he said, stepping away and holding his phone up to illuminate the vicinity.  "Ah, an exit.  Maybe."

There was a door, human sized, set into the rear of the area, so Josh heading in that direction.

The door, which was a sold wooden affair with a heavy iron handle, was, perhaps surprisingly, open when he pulled it.

Light flooded in from the other side, making him blink and pause for a few seconds before, carefully and slowly, stepping through.

He found himself in a clean corridor constructed of uneven white bricks, as if someone had decided to use 'modern dungeon' as a decorative theme.  The illumination came from bright spots of light on the ceiling which, after some consideration, Josh decided had to be some kind of magic.

The corridor led off in one direction, so, lacking alternatives, he followed it.  And followed it and followed it.  It went on so long that he was beginning to wonder if there was some kind of illusion going on, and he was just walking in the same spot, apart from the entrance he had come through was long behind him.

Eventually though, a short flight of stairs came into view, terminating at another door.  This was of the same style as the last one, except it had a barred window set into it.

Peering through, Josh could see a small path winding through what appeared to be jungle.

"Better than an arena I guess," he mumbled and pushed on the door which, thankfully, opened.

"Woo, that hits you." 

The air on the other side of the door was hot.  Hot and humid.

"How far did I walk?" Josh asked himself, looking around. 

The sky was still the same near purple he'd seen earlier, with the same randomly moving clouds, so it seemed he was still in the To universe, but the jungle around him grew lush and verdant.  Odd tweets and noises came from the thick undergrowth, and he shifted uncomfortably.  The wildlife he'd met so far hadn't seemed very hospitable, and he didn't wish to encounter any more.

Then again, unless he wanted to go back to the arena, it didn't look like there was any choice.  The greenery was all around him, surrounding a raised area of rock that the door was stuck into.  It was an odd setup, but then it had all been odd, ever since he'd climbed out of his car.

"Onwards, ever onwards," he said to himself, and set off down the track he'd seen earlier.

The path was obviously not used a great deal, and various leaves and branches overhung it, many of them seemed to include sharp thorns, which made the going a little treacherous. 

Josh was soon hot and sweaty, and sported a number of new scratches.  He had taken his jacket off after only a short while, as it was far too hot.

"This is annoying," he scowled, stepping over a shrub that had sprouted in the middle of his route.  "Who made this path anyway?"

"It was me."

Josh stopped dead at the new voice, which sounded gravelly, and swung his head around, looking for the owner.

"And who are you, exactly?"

He raised a hand, in case he needed to try his 'fuck off' power again. 
The name's Bob.

And Bob stepped out of the undergrowth.


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Okay, not a very exciting episode, sorry about that!  Suggestions for who and *what* Bob is here!  And anything else you feel the story needs!

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The guard prodded him along a gloomy corridor, constructed of the same stone as the cell had been made of. 
Their footsteps echoed as he was guided, not up as he had been expecting, but down a long and unsafe set of stone stairs.
"Shit," Josh exclaimed, nearly slipping.  The steps were not even, and there was no handrail to help steady himself, although the guard and, somehow, the troll didn't seem to have any issues.
He certainly didn't want to slip and fall, that was certain, as the stairs went on and on, down and down, to the depths of hell for all he knew.  He couldn't see their bottom, just a string of torches attached to the wall, disappearing into the nether.
 After a while of careful stepping, he realised the torches in the distance had stopped, to be replaced by a dull glow.  Eventually he could make out the bottom of the never-ending staircase.  It turned out to be a short corridor, leading to, a solid looking wall that would have blocked the way, except there was a large hole in the middle.
"Move," the guard said again, pushing him, needlessly in Josh's opinion, forward.
"What's this then?" Josh asked, as they approached.  He couldn't shake the feeling that, somehow, he was approaching a gigantic rabbit hole.
"The Listeners will Hear your case," the guard explained, confusingly.
"What..." 
"I said, move!"  The guard returned to his favourite word again.
"Yes, yes, okay."
Stepping into the giant hole, Josh found himself walking along a sloping tunnel, dug through the earth, and illuminated with sparkling stones embedded into the walls.  They were really quite pretty.
Finally the tunnel ended, this time in a set of proper doors.
Standing guard, in front of said portal, was what could only be described as a giant, anthropomorphic, rabbit wearing plate mail armour and holding a pike.  Its ears stuck out of special holes in the metallic helmet it was wearing.
"Prisoner for trial," reported Josh's guard chum.
"Enter and be judged," the rabbit replied, in a shockingly deep voice.
The doors swung open with an ominous creak, and Josh was shoved forward again, into what he initially took to be some kind of sandy arena. 
Forced to walk into the centre though, he realised it wasn't quite such a thing, more like a large circular amphitheatre, which wasn't a great improvement all things considered, but he didn't feel like he'd have to be fighting lions at least.
Surrounding him, above a reasonably high wall that ran around the edge, the seats were plain wooden benches, going back up to the walls of the containing cavern.  Most were empty, but there was the odd spectator here and there.  Most seemed to be human, or human-like, he saw, spotting a weird fish-creature with legs, but there was also a goodly portion of giant rabbits too.
"Such fun," he muttered, doing a slow three-sixty.
"The accused will come to order," boomed a voice.
Turning to face the speaker, who was on a platform above him, Josh sighed.
It was a rabbit in dark robes, sitting on a chair that made his Grace's throne look staid, decorated as it was with a mass of sparkling jewels, glittering baubles and tiny moving lights.   Many of the baubles were carrot shaped.
"I have to be dreaming, really," he said.
On either side of the main rabbit, the judge Josh assumed, were four other robed rabbits.  These had white robes though, and were sitting on seats slightly less gaudy, but still rather bright. 
All in all it looked like an explosive car crash between a bunch of Christmas decorations and Easter.
Shading his eyes against the glare with his hand, and wishing he'd brought his sunglasses, Josh focussed on the main rabbit.
"Accused!" it stated, pointing a furry digit at him. 
"Me?" he asked, as innocently as possible.
"Yes, you.  Charges have been laid down against you.  How do you plead?  Guity, very guilty or insane?"
"Er..."  Josh squinted.  "What?"   
"Do not make me repeat myself!"  The rabbit judge leaned forward and waved some kind of stick with a (glowing) ball on the end at him.
"What are the charges?  I have a right to know the charges," Josh countered.
"You do?"  The judge sounded puzzled.  He looked at one of the other rabbits next to him.  "Does he?"
The other rabbit, a white and brown one with a nervous twitch, whispered something back, which Josh couldn't hear.
"Very well then."  The judge faced Josh again.  "Apparently you don't have a right, but I'll tell you anyway."
"Super," Josh shifted uncomfortably, and wondered if he should try waving his hand again. 
"You are charged with upsetting His Grace, making Him annoyed, and using disrespectful language in a built up zone outside the hours of eleven and fourteen.  Such charges carry a weighty punishment."
The other rabbit leaned over and whispered something else.
"Oh yes."  The judge nodded.  "Also serious bodily harm of several guards."  He waved a rather human looking, if furry, hand dismissively.
"How plead you?  Speak now, or forever be in pieces!"
"This is so fucked up."  Josh shook his head, but then spoke in a louder tone.  "I plead... Innocent!  I am innocent of all charges."
The judge looked puzzled for a moment, and once more sought advice from his comrade.
After several minutes of frenzied whispering, the judge looked back down at him.
"Very well, you are found innocent."
"I am?  Cool."  Josh made a thumbs up gesture.
"The sentence is trial by combat!"
"What?  I thought I was innocent?"
"You are," the rabbit replied.  "But the verdict doesn't matter.  The punishment is the same whatever the outcome.  Bring it out!"  This last part he shouted at another rabbit guard, standing off to one side.
"Fuck!"  Josh backed away, as the rabbit guard stepped over to a lever on the wall, which he pulled. 
There was a clanking sound, and a previously unnoticed by Josh portcullis affair, set back into the wall, rattled and ground its way upwards.
"Shit, nothing ever good comes out from behind something like that."  Josh tried to step back some more, but ran into the troll, who pushed him forward again.
True to his prediction, a giant shape emerged from the gap in the wall. 
At first the gloom of the amphitheatre prevented him from seeing the full details of the beast.  Only that it moved like a massive worm. 
However, as it dragged itself into the light, Josh gasped.
"You are fucking kidding me."
It was like a snake, somewhat, but the front was wide, and taken up almost entirely by an oval shaped mouth lined with buzzsaw teeth, which were constantly moving in a circular motion. 
The giant, living carrot monster, raised its head and howled, sending echoes throughout the chamber. 
"The beast is loose!" grunted the troll behind Josh, and scarpered through the door that they had come through, which promptly slammed shut behind him.
The other guards on the, as it turned out after-all, arena floor, had also retreated, leaving Josh to face the Carrot of Death alone and unarmed.
"I cannot die by vegetable!" he wailed.
At this shout, the carrot seemed to notice him for the first time, and it turned to face him, its buzzing maw looming large.
"Ah, shit."  Josh turned and ran.

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So, that went weird quickly.

Okay, obvi suggestions needed here, mainly how does our hero get out of this jam?

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So, apparently now SMF (the forum software) upgrades itself, which is nice, except it's reset the graphics etc.

I think the forum still works (not that anyone is really using it), but I'll check a bit later on and start putting the furniture back where it was!

  

Samantha stayed long enough to see him being led away by several more soldiers.  These had slightly fancier uniforms, with gold braiding.  At their side they had some kind of short, stubby stick affair in holsters.  Josh could only assume they were weapons.

He was led through a gigantic pair of double doors, very solid ones he couldn't help but notice, and into a majestic, gleaming hallway.

A red carpet marked a clear path down the centre of the long space, whilst the walls were decorated with huge paintings of the fantastic City of To, at least that is where he assumed they were set.  Perhaps there were other cities here as well, but no one had mentioned them.
Apart from a few more soldier/guards lining the walls, there was no one else present.

He climbed a low flight of stairs to another set of double doors.  These swung open as he approached. 

A short, but still wide, corridor followed, before he arrived at a third set of doors.  These were of a more normal size.

Again, as he approached, they swung open. 

His guards stopped on the threshold, which made him stop too.
 
"Go," the one on his right growled, and pushed his shoulder.

"Okay, no need to get rough."  Josh sniffed and stalked forward.
Into a large, but not as large as he would have expected, throne room.  It had to be a throne room, because there was a large, ornate, golden throne resting on a dais on the far side of the room, facing the door.

On either side of the seat of power stood two giant creatures.  They resembled Arthur, except their skin was slightly bluer, and they were wearing old fashioned plate-mail armour.  Each one had one of their enormous, gloved, hands on the handle of a wicked looking spiked mace, the end of which terminated in a ball of black iron the size of a man's head.  Both trolls glared at him.

Josh's eyes went to the throne where the King, or His Grace as Samantha had called him, was seated.

His Grace was, he had to admit, impressive.  A man of, maybe thirty-five, he was tall, thin, and amazingly good looking.  His white hair was just tousled enough to be cool, and his physique was of an Olympic swimmer. 

His face, of course, was ludicrously handsome.

Josh, who had no interest in men, in that way, had to admit, he was impressed.

"Well, okay then," he said.
 
Remembering how scared Samantha seemed when he was dismissive in the cart, he gave a very shallow, reluctant, bow.  For all of his life he had been a devout anti-monarchist, but he was also pragmatic.
"Your Highness," he said.  "What's up?"

"Approach," his Grace said, in a – naturally – perfect voice.

"Yeah, no, I'm good," Josh said.  Subservience only went so far.

"You fucking faggot!  I said approach!"  Suddenly the monarch seemed a lot less angelic.

Instead of being intimidated, Josh lost his temper.

"Fuck you cunt!" he replied.  "I'm dragged here against my will, to apparently save your ass, and now I'm expected to do your bidding?  Go stick it up your ass.  You want my help, come and find me."
So say, he turned about and marched off back down the red carpet.
Only to be confronted by two of the guards who had escorted him into the palace.

"And you can fuck off too!" he snarled, waving a hand at them.

A surge of what felt like electricity pulsed through him and the two soldiers were thrown high, back against the wall of the place.
 
"Whoah."  Josh looked at his hand, but then, mindful of his situation, forced himself to carry on towards the exit.

"Hold!"  The king, or Grace, or whatever he was, shouted.

He carried on.  Fuck the monarchy.

"Please."

Okay, he was always a sucker for manners.  Josh stopped.

He turned back around, to face the king.

"Was that so hard?" he asked.

"Oh, the please?"  His Grace smiled, a beautiful smile.  "No, I just wanted you to stand still, you fucktard."

He held out a hand, and a bolt of blue light slammed into Josh, throwing him backwards, much like he had done to the guards.
Josh hit the wall, hard, and everything went dark.


"Oh dear, that hurt."

Josh woke, head pounding.  He tried to sit up, but things went wobbly, and he was forced to lie still and take a few deep breaths for a minute before he opened his eyes and tried again.

This time he only felt horribly nauseated as he sat upright.
Looking around, he found himself sitting on a hard bunk in a fairly small room.  The room had all the hallmarks of a cell, from the bare stone walls to the thick wooden door with a barred window set into it.

The floor and ceiling were made of basic stone slabs, and the small amount of light that filtered in came from a narrow window, also barred of course, high in one wall, through which he could see only the strange sky of this place.

"How the Mighty Fall!"

"Fuck!"  Josh jerked to one side as the purple clad man appeared and started declaiming, facing a wall.

"Awakening, alone, in a magic-proofed cell after angering His Grace, Jox must now throw himself upon the mercy of The Court.  Will he managed to beg his way back into the favour of His Most High?  Or shall his fate be the one of the lowliest of traitors?"

For the first time the man turned and looked at Josh.

"Only time will tell," he declared, ominously.  And vanished.

"Cunt," muttered Josh, but whomever the purple man was, he had at least given him some idea of what was going on, like some kind of twisted narrator.

The door rattled and flew open, crashing against the wall and making him jump again.

A black clad palace guard stepped in.  Behind him loomed one of the throne-room trolls, holding his giant mace in a threatening manner, or perhaps more threatening manner would be a more accurate description.

"You are summoned," the guard growled.  "And if you try anything you'll be heading straight for the Special Chambers."

Not liking the sound of that, Josh shrugged and stepped forward.
"Very well, where are we going?"

"The Court," came the reply.  "Follow."

Nodding, Josh did so.  It seemed his narrator had been correct.
"Does that count as foreshadowing?" he asked himself.

The guard shoved him.  "Shut up and walk."

Josh walked.


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Sorry, short episode here, but better than naught eh?
So, ideas needed for the court here.  Is it your traditional variety?  Or are we heading further down the rabbit hole with some weird and wacky shit? 
Personally, I prefer the second option, but all ideas welcome!
Thank you for reading.
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Samantha sighed, and looked around at the mist they were still walking through.  "I'm not the one who is supposed to debrief you," she said, eventually.  "It should be someone else, certainly not someone like me."

"Someone like you, what does that mean?  You're a captain aren't you?  Someone important in your... organisation."  Josh indicated a small round golden insignia he spotted on her breast plate.

"No, I mean, well, someone like me."

"A woman?"  Josh raised an eyebrow.

"What?"  It was Samantha's turn to look confused.  "Why would that make any difference?  No, I mean."  She glanced at the men accompanying them, and lowered her voice.  "I mean, I'm a... a Null."

"A Null?  What's that mean?"

"You don't know?  Really?"

"I wouldn't ask if I did, would I?"

"It's... it's a person who can't do any magic.  I even inhibit magic a little, not enough to be any use of course, but enough to be annoying."

"Doesn't sound unusual to me," Josh replied.  "No one on my world can do magic."

"That can't be true!" she replied.  "You're a great wizard!  You're going to cure the Blight!"

"This is news to me," Josh said.  "I've never done any magic in my life.  I can't even do any card tricks, and I have no idea what this blight thing is."

"Well, maybe you don't know what you're capable of.  Perhaps in this place you do have the power.  I don't know.  This is why I'm not the one to explain things to you.  My orders are simply to bring you in.  I wasn't even supposed to be the one to do this, but when you didn't arrive at the expected spot they sent out everyone to look.  I'm sure it will be fine.  Oh, we're here.  Hold on a minute."

As they had been speaking, the mist had been thinning further.  Now it was no more than a mild haze in the air, which allowed Josh to see, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, further than a metre in any direction.

At long last, the ever present grass finally seemed to be succumbing to bare patches of sandy earth.  Ahead of them, on a low rise of the harder ground, a wheeled contraption, rather like a limousine golf-cart, sat waiting.  A tall chap, in the same uniform as Samantha, was standing next to it.
 
He stood still whilst she walked up to him, to report no doubt.

"And so our hero arrives in the To, late, as they say, but better than never."

Josh jerked in fright as the strange man in purple started talking in a loud, clear, voice, standing next to him, but again, facing away, seemingly speaking to some unseen audience.

"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded.

"He is as yet unaware of the trials ahead," the stranger went on, ignoring him.  "But, as the hero, we are sure he will prevail, justifying our faith in his as-yet untapped abilities."

"Who the hell is this?" Josh demanded of Samantha, who was walking back towards him.

"Who?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"This dickhe..." he stopped short.  Once again, the man had vanished.  "Didn't you see him?  Tall fellow, dressed in a ludicrous purple outfit."

She simply gave him a Look.
 
"No one?"  Josh whirled around, looking at the other guards, who all made various gestures of negativity.  "Fine."  He slumped and looked back at Samantha.  "Lead on Macduff."

"I told you, my name's Captain Samantha Miller."


"Wait.  Stop!" 

The cart limousine, as Josh had termed it in his own mind, slewed to a halt at his shout.

"What? What is it?" Samantha asked, looking left and right for a threat.

Josh ignored her, and stepped out of the vehicle.

They had been climbing a low hill for some time now.  The mist had finally lifted, to reveal a sky that was a darker blue than the one he was used to, almost purple in fact, and with a few stars visible, though it was obviously day, as there was a fat orange sun almost directly overhead.  A few clouds, the same appearance as those at home, drifted about aimlessly in random directions, as if under their own power, rather than pushed along by wind. 

The earth had slowly turned greener, and straggly plants and even the odd tree, decorated the sides of the path, which was of the same, hard orange earth he'd encountered earlier.  The temperature was a little hot for him, but not unbearable.

They had crested the brow of the hill finally, which revealed a magnificent view over a low lying land, dotted with lush farmland, trees and, in the distance, a huge and impressive mountain range.
These things weren't what Josh had stopped the cart for though.  The road they were on meandered down the hill and towards a city, no doubt To City. 

And what a city it was.  It was a mix of fantasy and futuristic sci-fi, with a cluster of tall, thin and shining towers, impossibly balanced in some instances, surrounded by houses that looked as if they were the dwellings of fairy folk and witches.  The roads that he could see varied between a few large, super modern, highways and twisting winding paths made of cobbles.
 
The vehicles, distant as they were from his viewpoint, seemed as diverse, ranging from flying pods to animal drawn carriages. 

"Wow," he said.

"Our hero takes in his first view of To City!"

Josh jumped in shock as the purple clad man reappeared.  Gazing out at the view, he continued.  "A city that looks magnificent, and yet is in dire distress, plagued by the horror known as The Blight.  But the end is in sight!  The Blight will wither, as it, itself, causes crops, magic and people to do, now that our hero is here!  Hurrah for To City!  Hurray for our hero!"

"Listen you..."  Josh reached out to the man, but before he could make contact, the being vanished again.  "Fuck."

"Jox?  Who are you speaking to?"  Samantha had climbed out of the cart, to stand nearby.

"I..."  Josh looked at her, but then shook his head.  "Never mind."  He gestured at the city.  "Impressive."

"Thank you," she said.  "But I'm sure it's nothing compared to what your world has to offer."

"Don't underestimate yourself," he replied.

"Shall we go and see it close up then?"

"Why not?"  With one last look around, Josh returned to the waiting cart.


"Oh fuck!"  said Josh.

"It seems word has leaked about your arrival," the burly driver of the cart said, which was the first time Josh had heard him speak.

The streets that he was now being driven through were jam packed with cheering people.  Quite a lot were throwing what looked like multi-coloured rice.

"What are they throwing?" he asked Samantha, as he brushed the seeds from his face and hair.

"It's Pioc," she said.  "A local staple crop."

"It's nice they have food to waste," Josh said.

"They don't," she replied, in a much more sombre tone.

"This is the Blight you mentioned before?"

"I shouldn't really say," she said.

"But it is, isn't it?"

Sam just made a face, which Josh interpreted as a yes.

"You could wave a little at least," she said, after a few minutes of driving through the throng.

"Well, okay then."  Josh did a royal wave at the crowd, feeling rather foolish.  The result was a massive increase in cheering.

"You see?  You're a hero," Samantha said.

"Great."  Josh carried on waving, but slumped back in his seat.  This was turning out to be a disappointment-in-waiting, in his opinion.
 
It took another half hour of waving, which was increasingly hard to maintain enthusiasm for, before they turned into a wide avenue, lined with blue leafed trees and shining silver skyscrapers.  At the end a majestic, white stoned, muti-towered building rose high into the sky, as if someone had decided to build a modern hi-rise castle.

"I assume that is our destination?" Josh asked, rubbing his arm.

"The Grand Palace, home of his Grace, the High Mage, ruler of To," Samantha confirmed.

"How exciting," Josh said, in an unenthusiastic tone.  "I've never wanted to meet royalty."

Samantha put her hand on his arm, which send a chill down Josh's spine.

"Don't say that," she hissed. 

He just nodded.  It seemed free speech was limited in his new world.  He would have to be careful.

The limo-cart finally arrived at a grand entrance to the Grand Palace, which towered above them.  Josh couldn't help but gawp at the massive building as he stepped out of his ride.

"This is where I say good bye," Samantha said.

"What?  Wait, no!" Josh didn't want to lose the only friendly, and he had to admit, attractive, face he'd met so far.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."  She smiled at him, and then saluted.  "Welcome to To, Saviour," she said.

"Fuck," Josh said.


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I was going to write more today, but was distracted by various things, so...  Today's suggestions needed...
What does 'His Grace' the High Wizard look like?  Personality, appearance, any suggestions welcome!  Is he all you expect him to be?  Or the complete opposite?  Human?  Other? 
Any other suggestions/ideas also welcome!
Thank you for reading.
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"Oh.  Of course.  Of course there's something worse than a human-eating land-catfish."  Josh took a cautious step backwards, although he had pretty much lost all hope at this point.

Standing in place of the now-dead fish creature, was a huge, well, it could only really be described as a troll.  After all, it was green, and it was giant, like Hulk's bigger, uglier, cousin. 

To add to the air of menace, although that was not necessary at all, it was holding a large hand cannon, now resting with the barrel slung over its shoulder, the muzzle smoking slightly.  Finally, for the pièce de résistance, it was wearing a long coat that seemed to be made of bones.  Many of them looked human, to Josh's untrained eye.

"Well, I guess at least I won't have to endure any more surprises."  He spread his arms wide, in a gesture of defeat.  "Go ahead then, I just ask you make it quick."

The troll stepped forward, towering over him, and raised a bushy eyebrow.  "I'm not sure what you're implying," it replied, in a surprisingly light voice.  "But you're welcome."  It pointed a large finger at the now dead land-catfish. 

"I...  Wait, you're not going to eat me?"

The troll looked him up and down, and made a noise.  "Oh dearie, you're far too stringy for me.  Besides, what do you take me for, some kind of monster?"

"Well, I mean..."  Josh looked meaningfully at the skeletal jacket the creature was wearing.

"This old thing?"  The troll fingered the clothing.  "I bought it from a costume shop.  These bones are all fake sweetie.  Well, most of them."

"Oh.  I see.  I think.  In that case, thank you.  My name's Josh."
"Arthur," the giant replied.  "And I know who you... wait, Josh?"

"Yes."  It was Josh's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"You mean Jox."

"No, no, I mean Josh.  Although, strangely enough, I met a fellow called Jox back on the road."  He looked around, as if expecting the other, or at least the road, to suddenly reappear.

"Oh.  Well, that is interesting.  He's fucked up."  Arthur paused for a moment and then, surprisingly, chuckled to himself.  "This is big, it could change everything." 

"Change what?"

"Listen, if anyone asks, and this is for your own good, tell them your name is Jox, okay?"

"Why?"

"Long story, but if you want to keep breathing, do as I say."  Arthur looked about.  "I'll say nothing about it either.  Come on, we don't have much time, I'm surprised they haven't found you already, they must be looking."

"Who's looking for me?  What's going on?"  Josh found himself talking to the back of a retreating Arthur.  Not wanting to get lost in the menacing fog again, he hurried after him.
 
"Where are we going?" he gasped, when he finally managed to catch the troll, who was walking with large strides over the grassland.  "And how do you know where you're going?  How can you see through this mist?"

"You get used to it, and it's not always this thick, there are landmarks, if you know what to watch for.  Not that we come out when it's this dense usually, as that's when the Grgz hunt."

"Grgz?"

"The thing that you were running from," Arthur said, gesturing back at where they had come from, meaning the land-catfish.

"There's a lot of them?"

"Sometimes a lot, sometimes just one or two, again, but more when the mist is dense."

"I saw a girl... a young girl, back there.  She had been bitten in half."  Josh suppressed a gag at the memory.

Arthur sighed.  "Yes, sadly we lose quite a few that way."

"Quite a few?  Where am I, exactly?"

"You're in The Between."

"The Between?  What's that?"

"It's neither From nor To.  The Between.  I think the name speaks for itself."

"Okay then, so, From is, I'm guessing, where I'm from.  Where is the To?"

"You're right.  From is whatever world you were in, and..."

"Wait wait wait," Josh interrupted.  "What do you mean whatever world I was in?"

Arthur sighed again and stopped walking.  Turning to Josh, he spoke slowly and clearly, as if to someone not very bright.  "Are Grgz common where you come from?"

"I've never seen anything like that creature," he replied.

"That's because you're not in your world any more.  You passed through... well, I'm no wizard, but some kind of barrier, into The Between.  Which is here.  It's... Do you have the multiverse theory in your home?"

"Yes, I've heard of that.  So... I'm in another universe?"

Arthur shrugged, and began walking again.  "I'm not really sure, like I said, I'm no wizard, but that's the generally held view."

"And this To place?"

"It's actually part of the same universe as The Between, but a stable part.  The barriers shift and move, as well as alternate between universes in The Between.  To is just normal land, although populated by a diverse set of beings that have wandered in, as well as the natives of course."

"Okay.  I see."  Josh didn't, and fell silent for a few minutes, trying to digest the madness he'd stepped into.  The whole thing felt like a dream still, but, as he'd already established, as best he could, that he wasn't asleep, then he had to accept he was really in some fog-covered land in another dimension.
 
He shook his head, as if that would help.  Then something Arthur had said trickled back into his mind.

"Wait, you said you were expecting me?  And someone else..."

"Shhh!"  Arthur stopped and waved a hand.  "Shit, they're here."  He turned and looked down at Josh.  "Remember what I said about your name, and don't say anything about me, understood?  Your life depends upon it.  We'll be in touch when it's safe."

"I..."  Josh trailed off as Arthur made a complicated gesture in the air, and faded from view.  Literally disappearing into thin air.

"What the hell?"  Josh poked at where the troll had been standing.  Nothing.

Suddenly there was a tall, thin, man standing next to him.  Like Arthur, he had appeared from nowhere.  One second there had been fog, and the next second he was there.

Unlike Arthur though, this man appeared human, probably in his early fifties, and had a body structure one might describe as 'lanky'.  He was dressed in purple trousers, a matching jacket with long coat tails, and a similarly coloured top hat, which was perched on his head at a precariously jaunty angle. Grey hair jutted out at odd angles from underneath.

"Hel..." Josh started to say, but was interrupted as the man started to speak, not looking at him at all, and seemingly addressing the fog.

"And so our hero is here, late perhaps, but safe.  He is naturally bewildered, but soon things will be made clear.  Even as the questions line up in his head, help arrives."  The man made a gesture, and Josh looked over to see other figures come into view, in a more traditional manner this time.

They were part of one group, for sure, dressed in dark clothing and wrapped in long cloaks, which fluttered back as they walked to reveal swords hanging at their sides.

"Here you are," the lead figure said, a woman, seemingly not much older than Josh, with long black hair tied in pigtails.

"Hi," he said, weakly.

"Please, tell me your name," she asked, coming to a stop in front of him.  The four men behind her, all much larger and more menacing looking Josh couldn't help but notice, came to a stop too, but said nothing.

"Jo... Jox, the name's Jox," he managed to choke out.

"Well, lovely to meet you Jox, we've been expecting you.  Apologies for the delay."  She held a hand out. 

For a second Josh just stared at it, but then pulled himself together and put his own out, to shake her hand.
 
It had calluses on, he noted.

"And who's..." he turned to the purple clad man, but found nothing but mist.  "Oh."

"Come, come, you must be tired and have questions.   My name's Samantha, you may call me Sam.  It's Captain Miller actually, but I hate formality.  Come.  Let's get out of here, there are sometimes creatures in the fog."

"I... see."  Josh decided to speak less and listen more, until he understood what the hell was going on.

"I hope you weren't wandering around here long," Sam went on, as they walked along.  Her men had fallen in around them, in a protective phalanx.  "There can be dangerous creatures, as well as the subversives."

"Subversives?"

"Never mind for now.  I expect you're wondering where you are?"

"I figured I'd wandered onto some moor or other," Josh said, deciding to follow Arthur's advice, and play dumb.

"Ah, not quite."  Samantha went on to describe From, The Between and To, in a more rambling fashion perhaps, but it essentially came down to what the troll had told him.  Different universe, shifting barriers, stable area.

"Very well then," Josh said, when Samantha had finally finished.  "And so, who are you, and what am I to you?"

"We are here at the behest of the ruler of the To City.  You arrival has been predicted."

"I see.  And you come out and find everyone who wanders in to The Between?"

"Oh no.  You're special."  Samantha smiled at her.  Josh decided she was really quite pretty.

"Special how, exactly?"


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Sorry for the abrupt stop there, but time for more suggestions if possible! 
I actually know who Sam is etc. but I'm interested in what you think Sam will tell Josh.  Also, ideas for To City welcome, as in what kind of place/architecture/structures etc.  Wild and outlandish suggestions welcome!
Once again, thank you for reading.
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