From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Please find enclosed...
Date: 27 Aug 92 12:38:48 GMT


>	Timelord sat up, immediately noticing three things.  Firstly, his
>weapons were gone.  Secondly, he was in a small, windowless chamber, that
>had apparently no exits.
>	Thirdly, he was alone.

As Rollik oozed back into consciousness he staggered to his feet, his
right hand groping at the air where his rapier had been. Next, to his
parrying dagger. Gone too. Well, at least he still had his...

No dagger in his boot, either.

He took stock. He was in a small, windowless chamber, lit by a
light that seemed to eminate from somewhere within the walls itself.
There was apparently no way out, and no sign of Timelord. He shook
his head to clear it.
	Apart from the ghostly light, the walls appeared to be made
of normal stone. Rollik touched the stone with a cautious finger,
then when nothing happened, he began to systematically search for
hairline cracks, secret switches, moveable stones.
	Time passed slowly through questing fingers. After- who
knows how long? Rollik found a small section of stone that sent
a small vibration up his arm. He squinted and followed an almost
invisible crack around the vibration.

It was a perfect circle.

With a grunt of triumph, Rollik pushed the button. There was a soft
click and a creak, as if aged, patient mechanisms had finally fulfilled
their purpose. Stone grated on stone.

The walls began closing in.

Rollik thumbed the button again. Nothing happened. A rapid scan of the
surrounding wall proved fruitless.

The walls continued their slow, deliberate advance.

He tried the opposite wall. Nothing.

The small room was rapidly becoming a tiny room, seeming to elongate
as the two walls crawled to each others embrace. Rollik pushed uselessly
against a slab, then looked to each wall, the roof, the floor. A trapped
rat.
	Time was running out. He could easily touch both walls now. There
had to be a way, something he hadn't thought of. Think, dammit.Think! there
MUST be a way!

But there wasn't.

The relentless walls were touching him now, cold and merciless, still 
glowing with light. He could no longer turn around.
	Suddenly there was a shimmering as something else appeared in
the death trap. Help? no, it was an eye the size of a head, hovering
with cold observence.

Ak'lssh was watching him.

Rollik struck out at the thing as the walls touched his chest. His hand
passed through the thing. He took a last breath as the wall pressed on
his chest and spat at it, then only the pressure filled his mind. He
clenched his teeth with something more than determination. The swine
would not hear him scream.

The walls stopped.

Rollik gasped in a great lungful of air as they swung away. Much faster
now, they passed their original position and kept grating backward,
exposing a passageway.
	 An icy laugh rang through the chamber as the eye- thing
 disappeared, rebounding and echoing on the amusing puppet that
lay on the floor, gasping.



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Steven Cavanagh                 |        So many women-
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                                |                      -So little charisma.
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