From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: [KQ] TGMOAB 4.2 : 'Wither goest thou?' or 'Let's blow this blob!'
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 03:07:51 GMT

     Deep within Great Mother's titanic bulk, Lucas sits...

     He is very unhappy. But then, he always is.

     The Kron person and his compatriots have finally arrived, and are obvi-
ously creating much havok, as the frenzied babbling of Mother's component minds
can attest... the mass itself shudders and heaves to and fro occasionally, jos-
tling him, and all the while he is being bombarded by an incredible array of
emotions, sensory images, and enough eldritch mumbo-jumbo to drive a thousand
strong men into quivering, fetal thumb-sucking balls. Luke doesn't care. He's
seen worse. He is close to actually being annoyed by the constant mental blath-
ering, however. Really, you would think such entities didn't require expending
the amount of pointless drivel that human beings feel the need to, every day.
And Her personalities were so rude! Fortunately, he knows that very soon now,
he will be leaving...

      But, until then, he must sit and wait, as he has for many days now...
he watches morosely as some hapless creature expands and contracts simultan-
eously, and expires in a rather messy fashion. He sighs briefly as a dark-
skinned warrior defeats the pompous Loxorian, then collapses in a whimpering
heap under Mother's ego flagellations. He idly traces the runes on his staff
as a strange creature battles with Sandar Tol, puzzled at the amount of energy
they bring themselves to exert upon one another. And he recognizes several
Wasters, including Seer, being barely kept alive by Mother after an electrical
bolt blew him nearly in half. But mostly, Luke is just bored.
 
      Finally, a redirection of Mother's attentions occurs, as an albino drow
appears in the chamber, with two less thain faithful companions who quickly
desert him. The drow saves Kron. Lucas can feel the frustration and anger of
the girlthing Cheyenne as her prey is torn from her grasp. The anger flows in-
to the rest of M'ya Y'galleth, and Her energies focus on the new arrival who
has thwarted her plans.

      The drow will need help. A distraction. Lucas will provide that, and the
drow will then help him escape, as was foretold. Lucas sighs again, not really
wanting to get up. But Fecunda has commanded him, and she did take him in when
no one else wanted him, after all. Besides, it will be good to be out of this
overly garrulous glob at last...

Landa: Whatwhat?

       >> Oh, no. Please go away. It's very rude to interrupt people's
          private thoughts you know... <<

Landa: Leaving?wethinknot.wemaybedistractedbutwehavemorethanenoughpowertohold
       youwithinus.There.Ihaveseveredcommunicationbetweenyouandyourgoddess.Now
       youaretotallyhelplessandwecandealwithyoufullywhenthebattleisover...

       >> Oh, for goodness' sake, why must all of you be so insufferably
          arrogant? Is it a prerequisite for your group? You 'people' make
          me want to... want to EXCLAIM! <<

Landa: Railagainstusallyouwishwecan'ttouchyoubutwecanholdyouwithoutyourgoddess
       youarehelpless...

       >> *sigh* For such an extraplanar intelligence matrix, you are really
          very, very stupid. You are also very annoying, and rude, and it is
          of some actual joy to me that you will fail miserably today. Now
          goodbye, all of you. I can't say it has been fun, but then, nothing
          ever is... <<

       Lucas traces the runes, and mutters the words... slowly the tip off the
       staff begins to glow...

Landa: WHAT?!?!?!?!?nononononothatstaffwasnonmagicalweneverdetectedmagiconthat
       staff!!!!

       >> You never tried. <<

       Lucas plunges the staff into the wall of flesh surrounding him.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

   As physical sights go, its not too impressive. A small blackened cavity ap-
pears in Mother's side, dwarfed by her surrounding mass, yet still big enough
to permit the exit of a disheveled looking man, blinking in the comparitively
bright lights of the chamber. He ignores Mother's hideous mental screech at
the sudden death of a large part of her component tissue, although perhaps a
brief smile plays across his lips for a moment. The pseudopods rain down short-
ly, attempting to crush him to a pulp, but they splatter against invisible bar-
riers, and he absently petitions a flame strike to burn them to ashes. His god-
dess is now reconnected, and she complies, gladly giving a kick in the teeth
to this abomination to true fertility and the cycle of life. Then, suddenly,
Mother is distracted. An event of great importance is taking place on her op-
posite side. All attention turns to that field, and Lucas is left alone as he
walks toward the drow that will be his escape...

   But a quiet giggle distracts him. He turn towards the sound, seeing the
mangled form of Seer eyeing him as he plucks idly at the hole in his chest...

   "Funnypriest. Hehehe. Should've killed you when I had the chance... hehe.
But you won't escape... Mother will repair me, and then I'll get you... hehe
watch your step, sillypriest. Look over your shoulder, I'll be there... I'll
be in your dreams... and when I catch you, we'll have fun, yes we will. I'll
make it nice and slow... but first, I'll cut out your tongue, so you won't
be able to do anything but scream... I'll be coming for you, fool... and I'm
angry... I'm VERY angry..." Seer looks up into Lucas' eyes, laughing hyster-
ically...

   "Oh, shut up," sighs Lucas. Raising a sandaled foot, he shoves Seer over
the edge, into the pool. Seer screams... the smell of acid eating flesh wafts
upwards to Lucas, who watches, thin-lipped, as Seer finally becomes one with
his Mommy...

    "Enjoy the company, Mr. Seer... I'm sure you'll find it to your liking..."

    With that, Lucas turns on his heel, and walks towards the drow once again.