From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [KQ] Marcel [GMOAB 2.8] Queen Threatens Rook - Knight Interposes Date: 30 Oct 1992 19:28:59 GMT Message-ID: <1cs2drINN8km@gazette.bcm.tmc.edu> [ADMIN: Minor Oopsie, 'Raelf's post was supposed to be 2.8.5, so pretend like this came first. All faulty numbering should be blamed on the malevolent influcence of the Great Mother.] "I will protect you, young lady. If not for you, I would have." SQUELCH. Marcel killed a T-croc, spitting it on his broadsword. "Pardon, never escaped that Creature's mental control." "Whatever." Rook looked around nervously, brushing her hair back. "You're an...elf?" [So?] "So. Look, Sparky. You watch your back, I'll watch mine." She faded into invisibility. "I've done it for years." /Activate Thermograph./ An outline image of Rook popped into view. /I keep my word,/ he thought. Seeing a new contingent of zombies filing in from the back, Marcel moved in on them. /Keep an eye on her, Rabbi./ He pulled his crucifix from beneath his breastplate, and began to chant in Latin. The monsters stopped, confused. /I wonder if this would work on HER?/ [And I might have some pork after we're done.] Marcel continued his chant, keeping the zombies at bay. Meanwhile, Rook had pulled a sling from her pocket, and put a sliver piece in the pouch. She whirled the sling, and then let it loose. The bullet sped up in flight and struck the Great Mother with a small explosion. "Hmm, that didn't work." She concentrated, <>. She placed another silver piece in the sling and let fly. This time, she struck the umbilicus between Sandar Tol and the Great Mother. The surface roiled, but Sandar Tol was unwavering in his mystic duel with 'Raelf. <>, she concentrated again, and let fly. The explosion struck near Cheyenne's feet. T H A T D O E S I T Inside the Great Mother, acids boiled in the protoplasm. Half digested food left over from a thousand lifetimes boiled up towards the surface. [Hey, I just noticed something. MAMA's doing something. Spectro sez something acidic.] /What then?/ Marcel looked around. A pseudopod, darker and larger than the rest was forming from the base of the Great Mother. The top of it formed a smiling mouth. A large pulse traveled up it. [It's going to hit the elf-babe.] "Rook!" shouted Marcel. [She can't hear you.] The pulse reached the top. The smiling mouth opened. Marcel released his cross, and it slid back beneath his armor. Turning his back on the zombies, he dashed across the room. A gout of boiling green slime vomitted from the psuedopod. Rook looked up in suprise. To see Marcel knocking her out of its path. The acid hit Marcel in the back, knocking him to the ground. Where it had been struck by the effluvia the armor started steaming. [ALERT. Armor integrity breached. Acidic substance causing systems meltdown.] /Merde. Okay. Code sequence 0-1-1-A-Abort-1. "The Lord is my shepherd."/ Marcel regained his feet. Explosive bolts in the armor fired, and the rapidly melting armor fell at his feet. Marcel was left standing in a white cotton tee-shirt, shorts, and the foam boot liners. He quickly retrieved his broadsword and fingered the crucifix at his neck. [Just when things was going so well too.] "Marcel, dude, now's not the time to get naked! Duck and Cover!" shouted 'Raelf. "Get inside my shield, man, you're too easy a target!" "Non, mon ami. I cannot hide while my friends are in danger." [WHAT?] Marcel held out his sword in a salute to 'Raelf, then charged back into battle, leaving Rook starting at him. "Wow," she thought. "Why'd he do that?" "That dude is majorly brave. Or dumb." thought 'Raelf, bringing his attention back to Sandar Tol. -- Rick Jones Systems Support Center albert@bcm.tmc.edu Baylor College of Medicine Voice: 713-798-7352 standard disclaimers apply "Does THIS look inanimate to you, punk?" Audrey II, Little Shop of Horrors