From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Feb 6 18:55:03 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8113 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!msunews!harbinger.cc.monash.edu.au!merlin!mel.dit.csiro.au!its.csiro.au!dmssyd.syd.dms.CSIRO.AU!metro!news From: pope@Physics.su.OZ.AU (Mick Pope) Subject: [GNS] Genesis of the Nightstalker - Prelude Message-ID: Sender: news@ucc.su.OZ.AU Nntp-Posting-Host: physics.su.oz.au Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia Date: Fri, 3 Feb 1995 02:03:08 GMT Lines: 49 ADMIN: Hi there, Nightstalker here. I may loose net access soon as my degree finishes. I therefore thought that I might post a thread detailing some of the origin of the character, and also hopefully lead into a thread with some of the regulars (by invitation, and only if I get organised). So here it goes, the origin of the Nightstalker. Prelude: It was cold. No, to say that would be a severe understatement, it was freezing. The kind of cold that sucked the life right out of living things, stealing their last breath before it leaves their lips. It was COLD! The humans from the wagon however had already had their lives stonel from them in a manner far more harsh and brutal than nature could ever manage in its neutrality. From the cold, desolate ragged mountains came the snow ogres upon their prey. Savage, barbaric and as bright as a doused campfire, these creatures fell upon these waylaid travellers and slaughtered everyone of them; for fun, for the primeval thrill, for treasure - the bright baubles that such creatures as humans carried with them, and for meat. They slaughtered all but one, a small child. Hid by his mother shortly before her throat was ripped out my canine like incisors, this small child survived the onslaught, and the cold. However, if fate had not allowed its hand to wave favourably upon the child, the hunger would have destroyed it fragile frame in hours. After what would have seemed an eternity to an horrified onlooker, a hooded figure raced across the horizion and an unbelievable pace. Snow made chaotic, turbulent flurries as the figure sped towards the ruined wagon. It soon made its way to the wreakage and found the dying child, huddled under some blankets. He was saved. To be continued (as if you care!) -- _@_ _@_ ( ) ( ) | |-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-| | | | Mick Pope pope@physics.su.oz.au | | | | | Dept. of Theoretical Physics, School of Physics --+-- | | | | University of Sydney, 2006, NSW, Australia | | | | | | | | | |-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-| | (___) (___) Carson's Observation on Footwear: If the shoe fits, buy the other one, too.