From: cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au (The Blade of Malchrntyne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R]Timelord vs armour
Date: 1 Sep 92 13:05:32 GMT


>The figure to his right was wielding a massive battle axe; the one to the
>left a six-foot two-handed sword.  Steadily they approached, and Timelord had
>nowhere to go.

	The two living suits of armour were no more than 40 feet away
from Timelord.  The corridor was around 15 foot wide and 10 foot high, but
the sheer size of the approaching metal figures made escape around them
impossible.
	Timelord searched desperately for a weapon of some kind, but there
was nothing available.  Both his katana and wakizashi were gone, though
he was still wearing his gauntlet.  Even Ak'lssh couldn't take it off,
Timelord thought bitterly.
	20 feet.  On either side of the corridor a few feet ahead of him
were a pair of burning torches.  Timelord pulled one out of its bracket
and hurled it at the axe wielding figure.  It bounced of its chest and fell
to the floor.  
	The figure didn't even flinch.
	"So much for that idea," muttered Timelord to himself.
	15 feet.  In desperation he launched a flying side kick at the
sword-wielding figure, hitting it full in the chest plate with all the
force he could muster.
	The figure rocked slightly, then continued his advance.
	10 feet.  As the mindless figures approached, and knowing he had
no other option, Timelord reached for the second torch, knowing it would
be futile to fight the pair with such an ineffectual weapon.
	His hand closed around the torch; then as he pulled it from its
bracket, there was a slight click, and the floor opened up under him,
sending Timelord rushing along an almost vertical chute.
	Realising that anything could be at the bottom of the passage,
Timelord dropped the torch, and grabbing a corner of his cloak in his
left hand, thrust it and his gloved right hand against the fast rushing
walls, pushing with all his strength to slow his rapid descent.
	He gritted his teeth as he strained against the smooth walls,
and his rapid descent began to slow.
	Below him, he saw a faint glimmer of light that grew steadily
brighter - the bottom of the pit.
	Using all his strength, bracing himself with his feet as well,
Timelord forced his tired muscles to strain even harder.  Sweat poured
down his face, stinging his eyes and making it difficult to see.
	Finally, when he thought all was lost, his feet met a rough
section of the passage, and he came to a juddering halt.  Shaking his
head to clear his eyes of sweat, Timelord looked down.
	There, barely two feet below him, the tunnel ended in a
rough opening that dropped around 20 feet into a lake of uneasy red
liquid, which bubbled and moved as if of its own accord.
	"That was too close," muttered Timelord.
	Suddenly, far above him, there was a strange double thud,
followed by a sliding sound that rapidly grew louder.
	"Oh, no," said Timelord, when he realised what it was.  The two
armoured killers, in mindless pursuit, had fallen down the same trap
he had located, and were now hurtling towards him at a deadly pace.
	

 The Blade of Malchrntyne (CJ)| There comes a time when the jewels cease to
 Drummond College A100        | sparkle, and the gold loses its lustre, and
 x 3069                       | the throne room becomes a prison - and all
 There can be only one.       | that remains is a father's love for his child


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