Technically, he supposed he had that with Rupert, Reggie, Boggy, Tizzy, Antefalken, Estrebrius and maybe even Vaselle. Of course, he had to laugh because they were a demonic Scooby gang fighting off both the Forces of Good and the Forces of Evil. What was that then? The Forces Of Other?
Tom blinked. He had been so lost in his own thoughts, he had almost missed seeing a figure sitting on a nearby mountaintop. Actually, it was very close, since he did not need to use demon sight to see the person. Tom turned in midair to look at the person again, circling the mountaintop.
What he was seeing was quite odd indeed. On the top of this mountain peak was a relatively flat, rocky space about thirty feet by ten feet, from which a smaller outcropping of rock about eight feet high and three foot in diameter projected at an angle. On top of that outcropping of rock sat a young man in hiking gear, wearing a Swiss hiker’s hat. He appeared to be eating a sandwich.
While something one might expect to see in the Alps, or even the Appalachians, Tom supposed, in the Abyss this was definitely odd. The hiker appeared to be completely human, in his early twenties, with red hair and what might have been a nicely trimmed beard that had not been groomed in several days. Exactly what one would expect from someone hiking in mountains on Earth. Puzzled, Tom flew in closer.
“Hello?” Tom called to the hiker.
The hiker, who oddly had not seemed to have noticed Tom fly by, looked up at his call and after a moment or two, waved at him in greeting.
Tom flew in closer and finally landed on the main summit of the mountain. Indeed, the hiker was wearing something very similar to Alpen hiking gear. Corduroy shorts, white striped socks, hiking boots on his lower body and a light tan polo with suspenders on his upper body. He also had quite a bit of gear — ropes, pitons and climbing gloves — attached to him. There was also a rope on the main summit leading down over the edge. It was as if this rather odd, and very human person had actually climbed the peak.
“Greetings!” the hiker said with a friendly smile.
“Hello,” Tom said uncertainly. “So you are doing a bit of mountain climbing, I see?”
“Indeed.” The hiker smiled and took another bite of what appeared to be a baloney sandwich. From beside him he then brought up a can of Mountain Dew and took a sip to wash his sandwich down. That made Tom raise an eyebrow. Yes, the mountaintop was cool, but how would one get a can of soda even to this point in the Abyss, short of magic?
“I’m Tom.” Tom said. He was not sure if he should stick out his hand or not. Given their size differences, he figured not doing so would be best.
The hiker nodded and grinned. “Nice to meet you. I am Sam.”
“So did you climb all the way up the mountain?” Tom gestured to the rope.
Sam nodded. “I did.”
“Well, that would be good exercise. I guess,” Tom said. This was extremely weird; Tom was not sure how to proceed.
“So, are you from around here?” Tom asked, gesturing around the mountains.
“I have a getaway cave a few leagues over.” Sam made a motion with his chin in a direction roughly opposite of Tom’s cave. “I work in the Courts most of the time, but I like to get away now and then, do some hiking and climbing. I also go skiing now and then.” Sam had set his can of soda down and could now gesture freely, and he waved towards the distant, snowcapped mountains.
“Really?” Tom asked, surprised.
“Yes, it is pretty cold up there, and the snow is rather acidic. It is not water based. You need to have appropriate clothing or demon hide.”
“That sounds fun, though,” Tom said, nodding. It did sound fun.
“It is, and no lift lines, if you have wings.” Sam smiled and nodded to Tom’s large wings. “Although I don’t know if they make ski bindings for hooves.” He looked down at Tom’s hooves. “I ski down in this form with a protective suit and then change and fly up in my winged form.”
“I’ll have to go sometime. Is there a skiing store in the Courts?” Tom asked.
“There are exactly two places with ski equipment. Von Trapp is a general outdoor and mountaineering store, and the Slippery Slope is a climbing and skiing store,” Sam said.
“So, were you just passing through or do you live around here?” Sam asked Tom.
“I live a few valleys over.” Tom gestured towards his cave. “I was just out stretching my wings; I’ve got a lot of company and needed to get away for a bit.”
Sam grinned. “I know how that goes. That is why I have my getaway cave. At work, I’m surrounded by clamoring demons always full of crazy ideas, plans for world domination; you know, the usual.”
“People at your work plan on world domination?” Tom asked.
“Well, they are demons, after all. It is really just talk; they never actually specify which world they are planning to dominate. If they did that, they would actually have to explain exactly how they intended to do it in concrete terms. Thus, such ideas never make it past the office acid cooler.”
“Put up or shut up, then?” Tom asked.
Sam grinned. “Exactly. And since they will do neither, I like to get away have some old-fashioned fun.”
“I should think of that. It would probably be a good way to get rid of stress,” Tom said.
Sam smiled. “You know it! That is why I do it, and in a close-to-human form, where I have to actually work to climb, no giant muscles or anything. I want to feel the strain, the pain of aching muscles afterwards. While climbing, I can focus only on climbing and when I’m finished, my aching muscles tell me I have accomplished something.”
“That really does sound good,” Tom said, nodding.
“Well then, Tom. Perhaps the next time I go climbing I will stop by and see if you want to join me.” Sam tilted his head and looked inquiringly at Tom.
“That would be great. I think I’d like that!” Tom said with a grin.
“Well, Trevin, I grant you this is worth our discussion.” Ariel shook his head in disbelief.
“Which part? The demon stealing god magic, reversing a holy artifact and taking an Etonian knight hostage? Or the fact that the Nyjyr Ennead are not only back, but apparently forming alliances with demons? Or the fact that the deity whose mana was stolen is also the one most responsible for evicting the Nyjyr Ennead from this and other nearby planes?” Duranor asked.
“I’m not completely up on the history here; some of us do not live forever,” Taergon said.
“Dwarves don’t live forever, just a few hundred years,” Ariel noted disdainfully.
Duranor gave the alfar a glare. “Some people know to not outstay their welcome.”
“Enough, you two,” Elraith chastised them. “Ariel, you were a seated elder when the Nyjyr Ennead were driven off, correct?” Elraith asked.
“Yes. My sister and I take turns, as you know. I was seated at that time. As was Trevin,” Ariel said.
Trevin gave him a small glare for revealing her age.
Elraith chuckled. “No need to hide it, my dear. While I was not seated at that point, I do remember that you were.”
“Helspaeth, your mentor was the senior elder at the time,” Trevin noted.
Elraith nodded. “She was as old then as I am now. So I suppose there is some justice.”
“We should have done more when their priests asked for aid. You know gods don’t forgive easily,” Trevin said.
“I find it curious that Bastet herself would be involved. Gods never involve themselves,” Ariel noted.
“Could it be an avatar that simply looks like her mistress?” Duranor asked.