From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Aug 30 16:46:01 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7607 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!pacbell.com!ihnp4.ucsd.edu!mvb.saic.com!netnews.wku.edu!wkunix.wku.edu!hawk Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [DT] Moria: A dread dies. Message-ID: <1994Aug29.165750.11340@netnews.wku.edu> From: hawk@wkunix.wku.edu (Mike Fannin) Date: 29 Aug 94 16:57:48 CDT Nntp-Posting-Host: wkunix.wku.edu X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Lines: 43 > "Come little demons, " she taunted. "Face real power." The remaining Dread whirled to face the newcomer, eyes narrowing. It sneered at the pitiful challenge, the elf was small. The elf was weak. The elf was soon to be dead. The Dread swept its blade in a wide arc toward the weakling standing before it. Cold, dark fire lept from the tip of the blade and arced toward Moria. Whatever that fire touched died, irrevocably, any life it had burned out in an instant. That raging flame enveloped Moria without resistance, flaring wildly as it encountered her magical protections and tried to drain them of their life. Then it died. A silvery-blue sigil appeared over the Dread, glowing brightly. Before it could attempt to use its power to counter the magic, long tendrils of magical force snaked down from it, wrapping the Dread in whip-thin lines of searing pain. The demon felt the approach of the elf vaugely through its pain. "I will escape these puny bonds, mortal, and then I will suck you dry of life so slowly that you will think an eternity has passed!" Quietly Moria placed the tips of her blades against the Dread's chest and slowly pushed their tips through its outer hide. "You will not, demon, because your time is over." The Dread screamed as Moria patterned a rune into her blades. It seemed a trick of the light at first, but a few seconds revealed that the Dread was growing smaller and the drow was growing darker, more insubstantial. A few moments later the Dread was gone, as if it never existed. In its place stood Moria. She was difficult to look at, it seemed as if her form was not wholly on this plane. In a hollow voice she quietly intoned, "Need a hand?" -- -=-=-=-=- email: hawk@wkunix.wku.edu |or| hawk@cristofori.msc.wku.edu _ _ _ _ , ' ) ) ) _/_ ' ) / / / / / __. _ / _ __ /--/ __. , , , /_ / ' (_(_/|_/_)_<__