Into the Void (The Dungeoneers)

THE DUNGEONEERS 36: INTO THE VOID

by

Gavin Chappell

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PUBLISHED BY:

Schlock! Publications

(www.schlock.co.uk)

The Dungeoneers 36: Into the Void

Copyright © 2013 by Gavin Chappell

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The story so far (for previous series see
end of eBook
)
:

And in this series:

25:
The Road to Trinovant
- On their way to warn Trinovant of impending doom, the adventurers are pursued by wolves...

26:
The Vertical City
- Reaching the city of Trinovant at last, the four adventurers encounter new complications...

27:
Old Enemies
- The adventurers encounter familiar adversaries amid the tangled web of Trinovant...

28:
The Desert of Dread
- The merchant caravan crosses one of the most dangerous quarters of the notorious Desert of Dread...

29:
Death on the Sands
- Lost amid the desert sands, assailed by desert orc raiders, the merchants and their adventurer companions find tensions mounting both within and without the caravan...

30:
Prince of the Desert Orcs
- The adventurers journey across the sands in the company of a savage horde of desert orcs...

31:
Altar of Darkness
- The adventurers battle their way into the burrows of the desert orcs. Hideous perils await them...

32:
The Ornithomancer
- Escaping from the desert orcs, the adventur
ers encounter an avian magician.

33:
Amazon Incursion
- The four adventurers struggle to save Hollowdale from the threat of the Amazon Legion...

34:
The Journey South
- What is Immiel doing amongst the Amazon Legion? How will our heroes escape their foes? And will they ever speak with Photogenia the Witch?

35:
The Dunghill Rats
- After pursuing their quarry to the city of Cosht, the adventurers fall in with thieves...
 

THE DUNGEONEERS 36: INTO THE VOID

Percy looked urgently at Gerald.

‘It’s her!’ he said.

Gerald was staring at the retreating form of Photogenia, the Witch of the Northern Wastes, as she raced away from them into the street.

‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘We’ve got to speak with her!’

‘No!’ Percy said. ‘I mean, it’s
her
! The witch!’ By now, Photogenia had vanished round the street leading to the river.

‘Which witch?’ Norman demanded, hefting his sword. ‘We’ve met so many.’

‘You’ve met more fairies,’ Brian sneered. ‘Especially when you joined that theatre troupe.’

‘Shut up!’ Percy exclaimed. ‘I mean it’s that witch we saw in the Witch Wood. Back on Planet Earth! The one we followed! The one who led us into this mess.’

‘Didn’t we see her in Kashamash?’ Gerald asked thoughtfully.

‘Yes, we did,’ said Percy. ‘Not that we knew what she was called back then. I’d never guessed when King Rat gave us this mission that we’d be after her.’

‘Then she can definitely show us the way out of here!’ Norman exclaimed. ‘We can use her dimensional travelling device to go home.’

Gerald regarded his own bloody sword pensively.

Did he really want to go home? What awaited him, except exams, and the possibility of passing them; or else going to college, or even getting a job? As if there were any jobs to get in this latest recession. As if he wanted to get a job!

Their aimless wanderings across this improbable world had certainly been more fun than dozing in double geography, or even cross country running. Dangerous at times, of course. They’d almost lost Norman - shame he turned up in the end. But now their wanderings had brought them here at last, to within a whisker’s breadth of escape.

‘After her,’ Gerald said. ‘Otherwise we’ll never get home.’

Gerald, Percy, Brian and Norman hurried through the muddy streets of the Shipgate District. Photogenia the Witch was visible as they left the yard, sprinting a long way ahead of them. The decrepitude of the district was obvious to Gerald – it reminded him of Bootle back home, or even Rock Ferry. Unlike Kashamash, the city had no Watch, only privately hired thief-takers, and the latter were unwelcome in the Shipgate District. But Photogenia ran from the adventurers as if the police were at her heels.

The four lads burst out onto the wharf. Ahead of them, a galley was prepared to set sail. The gangplank was still attached to the wharf but as he led his fellow adventurers towards it Gerald saw two things: the witch Photogenia haring up the gangplank; and the sailors of the ship hauling the gangplank up behind her as they cast off.

The sails billowed. The oars began to rise and fall. Slowly, rumblingly, the ship began to move off across the blue waters of the river. Gerald watched as the mighty Shipgate itself began to rise. A boat rowed up to the ship’s prow and began to guide her through the tangled waterways of the salt marshes. Three hundred yards of greasy water already lay between the wharf and the ship, and the ship was moving sedately towards the brown waters of the delta. The river was full of shipping, but it seemed that Photogenia’s own vessel had priority.

As soon as the galley passed the Shipgate, a pinkish glow flashed up from the decks. Gerald knew that Photogenia was gone.

Norman ran to the edge of the wharf and began to strip off.

‘What are you doing?’ Gerald demanded.

‘We’ve got to follow her!’ Norman said. He scowled as his torso rippled with adolescent muscles. ‘Only she knows the way out of this world, if anyone does.’

‘How do you know?’ Percy asked.

‘She was the one we followed here!’ Norman said.

‘But we can’t follow her now,’ said Gerald wryly, indicating the rapidly vanishing ship. ‘It’s hopeless. She’s gone. She’s operated her dimensional travelling device and buggered off to the other side of time.’

‘Hey! We could swim after her,’ Brian said enthusiastically.

‘We can’t swim through the dimensions,’ Gerald said.

‘What about getting out of this world, though?’ Norman insisted. ‘The Shipgate Runners are after us.’

Gerald shrugged. ‘Think we taught those buggers a lesson,’ he said. ‘They won’t bother us for a bit.’

Somehow he no longer cared. What awaited them back on Planet Earth anyway? Birth, school, work, death; just like in the song. Sod that. He’d rather be an adventurer. Then again, even that was too much like hard work.

For a while, he thought about Immiel. How he had met her. How she had vanished. How he had found her again, totally unexpected. How it just hadn’t been the same. He realised that his heart had broken and he hadn’t realised it.

He noticed a nearby tavern. Plonking himself down on a bale of something exotic, he slung Brian a purse of gold pieces.

‘Get me some ale, Brian,’ he said, indicating the bar. Percy flopped down beside him as Brian took the money and swaggered towards the tavern. Norman looked at them disapprovingly.

‘Are you going to give up?’ he demanded.

‘Looks like it,’ said Percy laconically.

‘What do really you expect us to do?’ Gerald demanded. ‘Spend the rest of our lives struggling to join the real world? Or have a fucking good time of it round here? We’ve got plenty of gold pieces left.’

Norman joined them petulantly. ‘I still think we should follow the witch Photogenia,’ he insisted feebly. ‘It was the quest King Rat gave us.’

‘Bollocks to King Rat,’ said Percy carelessly, as Brian returned bearing a tray of drinks. He seized a flagon of ale and knocked it back. ‘This is the life.’

Gerald grinned, and took his own flagon. He sipped it. It was surprisingly tasty. He looked out across the river.

‘This is better than school,’ he said. ‘Better than work.’ He took another swig, and exulted in the liberating feeling of having utterly failed. Gone was that constant feeling that he ought to do something with his life which had weighed down on him like some kinda monkey on his back since he was fourteen. He gazed idly across the blue, shimmering, sparkling water, and out at the glimmering sky.

Then at the pinkly scintillating women lounging by the bar.

‘Sittin’ on the dock of the bay,’ he sang, off-key. First Brian, then Percy, then at last even Norman took up the song.

Percy began to whistle.

EPILOGUE: SOME TIME LATER

At Percy’s desperate shout, Gerald whirled round, his blade glimmering in the single shaft of light that pierced the burial mound’s musty gloom. The barrow wight reared triumphantly above him, warhammer raised.

Gerald flung himself to one side as the weapon smashed into the grave mould at his feet. Quick as lightning, he hacked through the thing’s wrist. The skeletal claw clattered down on the gems and coins of the open treasure chest that lay between Gerald and his necrotic foe.

With a wild scream, Brian brought his axe down on the barrow wight’s skull, splitting it like a rotten egg. Percy and Norman rushed forward, hacking madly at their opponent, dismembering its black, withered body.

But the separate parts began slithering and scrabbling across the black earth towards each other. To no avail, Gerald stomped frenziedly on a tattered leg.

‘It’s trying to reform again!’ Percy shouted.

‘Grab the treasure chest!’ Gerald told him. ‘Grab the chest and leg it out of here. King Rat said that if we replaced the rock door, that thing won’t be able to follow us out of the tomb chamber. Quickly!’

Percy and Brian grabbed either side of the rusty, glyph-inscribed treasure chest, slamming it shut as they did. The scattered members wriggled around them, still struggling to come together.

‘Now get up the shaft!’ Gerald shouted. He and Norman stood panting beside the rough-hewn stone archway as the other two adventurers staggered through, groaning under the weight of the great chest.

Gerald and Norman watched, open-mouthed, as the barrow wight rapidly reformed under their bulging eyes, lacking only its right hand. The remaining claw searched the floor for the fallen warhammer.

‘Time to go,’ Gerald said grimly. They turned, and followed their two friends up the muddy shaft.

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With a reverberating crash, the great boulder rumbled down to block the gaping barrow mouth. Dusting their hands, Gerald and Norman staggered back as it settled back into place, and looked around the clearing.

The forest was silent except for the mournful soughing of the night wind in the treetops. The moon sailed high in the star-strewn skies above. A few yards from the great barrow, Percy and Brian halted, slamming the chest down in the earth beside them. They turned quickly at the scrambling approach of Gerald and Norman.

‘Let’s not hang around.’ Gerald panted. ‘The barrow wight can’t get out, but I don’t reckon this area is going to be too healthy right now.’

Percy dashed the sweat out of his eyes.