From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL) Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1992 04:32:08 GMT Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [KQ] Kron [TGMOAB 2.0] The Venus Flytrap Pandemonium. The true (?) nature of the foe is revealed. A riotous, steaming mass of greyish flesh occupies the center of the room. It is barely contained in the sunken pool it occupies; its once-quiet bulk heaves about in a frenzy of action and violence. Its name, for those who care, is Great Mother. Its purpose is the complete and utter destruction of the heroes called the KronQuestors. And it goes about this task with gruelling efficiency. The billious mass vomits forth creatures -- some human, some otherwise, all intent on the foes of their parent/creator/self. They walk, amble and ooze forward to press the attack. The amoeboid body of Great Mother is also active. Huge pseudopods of protean flesh rain titanic blows upon the mortals that quail beneath this unnatural behemoth. The ear-splitting racket of a thousand tormented screams fills the air as She Who Must Be Obeyed flails at our doughty warriors. The attack manifests itself on many layers, not all of which are physical. Great Mother, one of the last of her race of Elder Beings, is adept at the unseen art of mental manipulation, and she uses her skills to full advantage. Every hero's mind and psyche is battered, pummelled, probed -- explored for any crack, any weakness that could be exploited........ The Questors have their own defenses, but how long can their feeble sanities hold out against a being who was old when the concept of time was an innovation in this world we naively call our own? The friends of the man called Kron fight valiantly. They are outmatched, outgunned, and sorely pressed, but the thought of surrender never occurs to them. It is not only their own lives they fight to save: Kron and his sister must be rescued from Great Mother's slimy grasp. What value is freedom and life to a hero if others remain in bondage? In the midst of this chaotic whirlwind of violence and destruction, there is a tiny island of peace. No...not peace. Calm, certainly, but there is no peace between the grizzled warrior and the unmarked girl. They stand, unmoving, no more than a yard apart, eyes locked. They speak, but not on any level that can be perceived from the outside. He is Kron. She is Cheyenne. They are brother and sister. The bond between them is strong. Whether it is stronger than the slender imbilicus that ties Cheyenne to the rest of her agglutinous mass remains to be seen.... ***************************************************************************** Are you glad to see me again? No. Yes. I don't know. Didn't you miss your little sis? Of course.....very much. I'm glad to see you. I suppose so. Don't you want to let me come over and NO!!! STAY ON YOUR SIDE!!!! Okay. Okay. Easy. I won't. Don't *touch* me. I won't. Not unless you want me to. Never. So sure? ??!......... A little doubt there, I think. ............ I think you missed me more than you say. Get back.... I think it's time to look at your feelings, Terry. We both need to know how you *feel*. Oh no. Please don't.... Now, now, I'm just going to \ \ ____________ \______/ NONONONO \ \ NONONONO! ' \__________> ....Gotcha....... ....now let's look inside.... **************************************************************************** .......raining.....garret is damp and cold......no more coal; have to tough it out......crap, that lightning......cold.....good thing Shy is here -- we'd both freeze........hope she don't wet herself again...... [Hmmm. This one's a little moth-eaten. We better move ahead to a little clearer time...] ......reeds are thick, mud is thicker, flies are thickest -- I never wanna see another marsh as long as I live......yoke is heavy; these forkers don't much care for prisoner care, I see -- don't blame 'em.......oof! Caught a snag...../BREAK/.....cold; won't let us make a fire......scaly beasts. 'Least they let me keep Cheyenne's picture......I miss you..... [Whoops! Too far. Nice to know you were thinking of me, though....] .......Papa?! *Whoof*.....Put 'er down, Pa! Dun't whack no more! I *hrrrg*.... ...but....*gnfff*.....gebback! I'll stick ya! Geb......NNNFFF!............. .......Shy, c'mere........................we gotta go now....... [Oh, wow. Didn't know you started your career so early. All for love, eh?...] .....Brat's Alley is tough, but I'm tougher......c'mon, you big fuck..... KI-AIII!!! Garrrrr...... Ya give up? Ya give up? Ya... Uncle, eh?......Geddout; touch my sis agin an' die....... [Wanted to go back again; went forward. Terry, you keep your head like a trash bin.] .......Tooth marks too wide to be a T-croc......abrasions on wrists and throat indicative of rope marks......forced entry, but could have been after the fact......Uller, run this hair down to Alchemy for typing......Hell, the blood is all dry.....poor girl.....so much like dear Cheyenne..... [Well that's not what I wanted at all! This rummage sale tires me. Hmmmmm...] /KEYED REQUEST: LINKSCAN CHEYENNE-LOVE-SENTIMENT/ [.....here we go.....] .......#$*(@'$(dreaming*!(##$........!)(#*%&we're all alone&$*%)#^#@....... ...#@($*$%it's late at night*#%$&)#$#..../PRIVATE VIEW/ [Oh.] [Terry.] [I'm not OLD enough for that.....] [I love you too, sicko.] **************************************************************************** HWRNMNBSOL