On the world Gramarye, superstition wasn't just a fact, it was a way of life. The Romantic Emigrés of Earth had developed a unique society, bred especially for the gracious qualities of espers. And these talented espers took the wonderous shapes of elves, dwarves, witches, werewolves, ghosts, and other underground creatures.
It was square Rid Gallowglass' mission to save the Gramatyans from themselves (?) or others (aliens?). His only help in this epic undertaking was his epileptic computer-brained robot-horse, Fess.
Oh, and one other helpful thing: the Gramaryans were sure he was a warlock. Of course, he was sure he wasn't... wasn't he?