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From: ...sage
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: This Week in Review (Oct-3 - Oct-9): Part 3/4
Keywords: archives
Date: 9 Oct 92 08:11:12 GMT
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
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ADMIN:
The only thread I'm writing myself is the one I'm in : [KQ]
If others want their threads included, please email the review to me
by Thursday pm (or Friday morning for Ozzies and Kiwis).
I am also not going to follow newcomers forever, so if in week (or 2), 
they haven't joined a thread and want others to know what they are doing,
please email me the details.

			  This Week in Review
				-=-=-=-=-
                Dragon's Inn and Newcomers Review in Part 1
			     	-=-=-=-=-

				-=-=-=-=-
		   submitted thread reviews continued
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[DQ] Week in Review: from Mike Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>

For this week ("Week 10") of the DQ, I refer you to the first riddle:

'A Book, A rook, A Crook, and A Nook,
 A CAve, A Grave, A Grief, and A Thief,
 One contains a Secret, Steals it, Binds it,
 And the Other only a Promise of Fear,"

The Book was the one Valgar (re)found.
The Rook was the black bird familiar of Vornick, who attacked the party along
   with various undead "friends".
The Crook seemed to be Alita, stealing the book originally
The Nook meant the shape of the rope around Alita's dead neck.
The Cave --obviously, the one the DQers were in all week.
The Grave was the one of the writer of Valgar's book, found in part 4.
The Grief was felt by all (well, most at least) at Alita's death.
The Thief was Vornick, for stealing the book from Alita, as well as her life.
One contains a Secret referred to the door found in part 4.
Steals it pertains to the twice-stolen book.
Binds it referred to the rope that bound Alita.
And a Promise of Fear deals with the events in the upcoming Week 10, part 5
   under 'Raelf's "name."

Some of these items are referenced with their posts, since not all the Week
10 stuff might be on a.p.d-i by the time you read this. Trust me, they WILL
be soon enough. All this stuff and the greatful return of Patrick and Ray
made this one interesting writing period!

Stay tuned for Week 11, for more unexpected twists (I hope!)
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From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 16 Oct 92 21:37:36 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Oct.16.14.26.54.1992.26013@dorm.rutgers.edu>,
 jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
> "Thank you, RuneCaster. If you think yourself unworthy of the name, then think
> of it as a title, a label, a convienient phrase," explains Indigo.
> 
> The merman, with quick and deft mental skill, locks the secret of RuneCaster
> his mental probes have discovered within his mind.  Skill, not power alone,
> could open it, so the secret was safe for now.
> 
> "And RuneCaster, hurry back from fixing the runes.  I would like very much
> to learn what I did wrong, so as to not repeat my mistakes."
>
> The merman weighed his next words carefully.
> 
> "In return, I would gladly instruct you in the use of your own powers, maybe
> allowing you to control them, to stop the voices in your head.  You are
> powerful, but untrained.  As my inexperience with runes is dangerous, so is
> your inexperience with matters of the mind.  You probably never noticed the
> probe, never knew I was in your mind at all."

   "To one who truly wishes to learn from a mistake, I cannot refuse the
learning, but I inform you now that you do not have the heritage to use
greater rune magic as I do, it is an ability found in a very few people,
and one which needs to be trained and controlled as quickly as possible.  
And I cannot say these things unless I submit to Your teaching, such an act
would be very dishonorable and would not lend conviction to my own words. 
After all, who can I expect to believe me when I don't believe myself?" 


-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Bright lights and loud sounds!!!
Date: 13 Oct 92 08:02:58 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

-- 
   For quite some time, the beautiful dark elven maiden sat with her knees
drawn up to her chest and cried.  Then, slowly, the silent sobs subsided,
and the tears dried on her face.  
   Soon after her crying subsided, she crossed her legs in what is often
recognized as the classic meditation position.  She looked oblivious to the
world in that pose, with her silver-blue eyes closed and her head tossed
back.  After a moment, a strange dark light seems to emminate from her
clothes, and a pale shimmering field of ?something? unlike any magic or
psionics ever seen surrounds her.  Slowly images begin to form over her
head...Pale images of a strange blade-covered monstrosity, images of a man
in a glowing red cloak getting hacked at by an ugly brute, and others.  The
images fade in an out of focus, as if she has little control over them.
   
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade] Meshtak leaves to question Blade
Date: 14 Oct 92 01:41:22 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>Arcadio finished his drink and says, "Why not? Nothing better to do...Aramus,
>you want in on this?"  He looks at Meshtak and says, "Hmmm...stealthy approach,
>eh?  I can handle it."  With that, he pulls a bright electric-blue cloak with 
>silvery lining out of his sack and pulls it on.  "Let's go!"
   "Sure, why not.  After all, I haven't done anything exiting in oh.. a day
or two" said Aramus
   "But what About the Dhrouded One?" Magebane asked his brother.
   "Well, if whoever that is decides to show up, you'll know where to find me, 
better yet, PW, could you help."
   "Well, why not,"came from the bear part of PW,"
   And so Aramus followed Arcadio and Meshtak to the door.  One of PW's wolf 
parts got up and followed Aramus.  
   "The bear part of PW shouted "Come on service, service, bring me some honey
and a whole antelope.  And some fruit juice.  bloody humans(he whispered)
*******************************************************************************
PS its all well and good to look at Blade but could SOMEONE help out chip' I'd
rather not have him killed (though he probably would take out most of them)
*******************************************************************************
Ain't militant wizards      * Aramus &Magebane-seekers
  grand.                    * AKA Donj shaffer
                            *     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*******************************************************************************
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From: tim@mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman)
Subject: [inn] +obadu approaches Indigo
Keywords: phu inn Indigo merman +obadu 
Summary: +obadu finds a psi talent
Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 16:06:19 GMT

   +obadu who is a tracker approaches the merman's tank and looks at him.
   From behind +obadu will drop a small sack.  Those viewing this from
 behind see the bag drop from an orifice at the back of his torso(don't
 ask).  The stick figure bends down to where his torso nearly touches
 floor of the inn and reaches his three-fingered hands to retrieve the 
 bag.  He opens it and pulls out a black pearl.  He hands the pearl to
 Indigo the merman.   He then looks at Indigo for a moment and moves
 to stand near a table.  He reaches in his sack and pulls out two more
 black pearls and rests them on the table.

--

  Doc  Pan       tim@mik.uky.edu          Tim  Huesman
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 13 Oct 92 15:37:38 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

> back.  After a moment, a strange dark light seems to emminate from her
> clothes, and a pale shimmering field of ?something? unlike any magic or
> psionics ever seen surrounds her.  Slowly images begin to form over her
> head...Pale images of a strange blade-covered monstrosity, images of a man
> in a glowing red cloak getting hacked at by an ugly brute, and others.  The
> images fade in an out of focus, as if she has little control over them.

   Within seconds, the images begin to cycle through themselves again,
showing the same people over and over.  Suddenly the images cease to gyrate
wildly from image to image.  Her eyes snap open, and her face takes on
the look of one who is concentrating all of their being into a single task. 
Slowly, with slight, jerky movements, the images circumvent the arena where
the bladed monstrosity resides, until the edge is reached.  When the dark
elven maiden sees the silver runes placed as a ward, a feral snarl erupts
from her throat and her eyes blaze with fury.

   As her eyes fall back to the level of the room, the image locks itself
in place and expands that all might see it.  In a voice that rings shrill
from anger, and perhaps even fear, she loudly demands:

   "WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS OUTRAGE??"

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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Another slim, dark stranger...
Date: 14 Oct 92 01:39:04 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
[ADMIN: this may appear twice, I goofed up the first posting]

>[Drow female enters bar, covers sigils, orders drink]
>>   Quickly she downs the drink and hands the glass back to him.  She then
>>turns with the exaggerated air of one who is nearly drunk and moves to an
>>unoccupied corner of the room, sets her back to the wall, draws her knees
>>up to her chin, and begins to cry.
Ixnaphior, not one to stand idly by when others are in distress (with the noted
exception of Spondeux and his henchmen!) starts to head to the drow's table. He
checks his amulet for any black as he approached, and sees a white glow with
black inside. A symbol he never saw before. As he gets closer, the white
area closes in about the black. Looking up at the drow, he can see her features
quite clearly in the growing light- AH! light=pain! quickly he moves back a 
bit and douses the light. He then once again approaches the table, but another
has gotten there already.
[Indigo approaches the drow]
He gets a little closer, and overhears the last bit of Indigo's comments:

>"...under the surface to another, if you're looking for
>help in any situation, I do believe you've come to the right establishment."

"I think that's my cue." Ixy says, approaching the table. "May I join you?" he
says as he takes an unoccupied chair. "Sorry about the light. Maybe I can make
it up to you." Ixy creates a new light around the table, but this one is black,
effectively absorbing the extra light from the bar, making it pleasantly dim
for the drow. [ADMIN: the corner was not called a 'dark' corner when the drow
entered. I assume it is therefore normal brightness, until now.]
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ixnaphior, a vacationing ranger from
Qurqiren. I couldn't help seeing your tears, so I thought I'd offer my help.
If there is anything I can do for you, even just to have someone to talk to,
just say so."
From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: The REAL ASCII Map of the Known Lands
Date: 8 Oct 92 00:31:57 GMT
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
    DARK ####.........################               #####
  CONTI-  ######..........########                 ########
   NENT ######..Rezzian.....####   Terra Incognita    #######
        ####.....Desert.....

Map based on the Atlas of the Known Lands, formerly kept by Aaron
Humphrey and currently by me (Dennis Brennan, djb6@midway.uchicago.edu)

E-mail me for an explanation of this document or to submit to the Atlas:

# indicates sea
. indicates river
* indicates a city
" indicates marshland
- indicates a river

In general, names of countries are CAPITALIZED whereas names of Cities
Are Initially Capitalized.  

Geographical Features Are Also Initially Capitalized

The Antilles (islands in the Great Blue) are not individually labeled
The Island of Valkeer contains the Dagger Mountains and Broken Skull
Keep.

The Dark Continent contains nations and terrain features not detailed
on this map

The Great Western Island lies westward of this map's extent

-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [NL] Medor likes the feel of this place (Inn)
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 12:26:04 GMT

From: Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu>

   After being shoo'd away from some interesting cards,
Medor scrambles to the edge of the table.  Magic is thick in
this place and his mind wanders to other things in the room.

   Most of the people in the room radiate more magic than
his current owner.  (He's not completely attached to
Artimian... His "brother" was the one who attached to him
and Medor just went along for the ride.)  The night lizard
observes that in fact, most inanimate objects radiate more
magic than Artimian.

   He drops onto the floor and scurries over to a nearby
table.  He looks up a human's leg and sniffs.  With a simple
leap and twist, Medor digs his claws into the bottom surface
of the table.  He walks over to the human and sniffs again.

   'I thought so!' Medor thinks and with another simple
movement is inside the human's jacket pocket.  He opens up a
small vial and drinks the contents, smiling to the best of
his ability.

   Then the human disappears.  Medor and the empty vial land
on the empty chair.  He looks around and sees the human now
at the bar, talking to someone who entered during another
timewarp.

   Medor smiled again.  'This place is much more fun than my
former owner!'

   He looks around for something else to do...

   (grin) Medor the Night Lizard
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Gangs of Generica
Date: 16 Oct 92 03:22:21 GMT
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]

I meant, of course, that >Mike< (Bavister, natch)could put them in the
Directory.  Ack.  I'm starting to lose track of the Keepers now.  First sign
of advancing age.  ;-}

--
---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"Does it ever seem like the brain disorders you have just aren't enough to keep
 you amused anymore?"  --Dr. Strychnine
Current Album--Kid Creole & The Coconuts:I, Too, Have Seen The Woods
Current Read--Charles de Lint:Drink Down The Moon
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak confronts Trawm
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 08:08:26 GMT

Meshtak walks with Arcadio, Arasmus and the drow woman (who remains nameless)
over towards the Spitting Cobra, which is now doing a booming business. The
latest billing has Blade fighting a stone elemental contributed by the Mage's
Guild. The area around the arena is packed with spectators, and the noise
of steel scraping rock is almost louder than the cheers and catcalls.
Trawm, watching this event with happiness, sees the group enter and strolls
up to them. "You patrons must be from the Dragon's Inn." he says, noting
Meshtak's mysterious black cloak. "What can I dose for ya?" His eyes betray
his eagerness and hope that these 'patrons' are here to go a round with
Blade.
But Meshtak only pulls out a very official looking badge from his pouch. His
voice is disguised, low and gruff. "City Rune inspectors, Mr. Trawm. You
have a very dangerous creature here; you had better hope your wards are up
to date, or you're in big trouble. We may have to shut you down."
Trawm pales. "Surely we can come ta sum arrangements..." he says, 'accidently'
dropping a gold piece. Meshtak ignores it, instead turning to the drow woman.
"Go for it." he whispers. Then he turns back to Trawm. "Mr. Trawm, I hope we
can expect your full cooperation."
Trawm sighs, knowing the universal law - with government comes despair. "Yeah,
yeah. Go ahead." he says.

Meshtak the Draga
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica                
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From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Steele, still needs more people (about two or three)
Summary: Jake Pitzar smells another story
Date: 9 Oct 92 21:11:10 GMT
Organization: University of Arizona, Tucson, AZ

The albino wasn't talking.  Someone had shut him up, along
with his little green dog.  I swigged down the last of the
free beers that joes with too much money had bought the
house, and sauntered over to the corner where the tough
guy was waving around a parchment like it was a surrender
flag.

	"Lemme see that." I muttered, "I might want to
go with you.  Got a steady hand with a knife and I don't
back down from a story."

	He handed me the map.  I couldn't make head or tail
out of it.  Said "Blackhawk" at the top.  I said "Blackhawk,
huh?"
	"Yes."  the guy said.
	"That far from here?"
	"Very far.
	"Suits me fine, ace.  Name's Pitzar.  Jake Pitzar.
I'm with the _Examiner_.  We might be able to get some good
press on this one."  I pulled up a chair, and started asking
questions.  The light flickered, and somewhere in the pub,
a corner disappeared...
ADMIN: Jake asks the following questions: please e-mail or
post the answers, so he can write his article.  The Generican
Examiner is available to anyone in the city- there's a newsboy
on almost every street corner.  Jake writes on a sympathetic
scroll; what he writes appears on a receiver scroll in the
Examiner offices.  Articles will come whenever I feel like it,
or whenever someone e-mails me something important happening
in the city.  Here are the questions:
1."What do they call you?"
2."What's your real name?"
3."You from around here?" (if no, "Been in Generica long?")
4."Where'd you get the map?"
5."Where's Blackhawk?"
6."Why do you want to go there?"
7."Who's going with you?"
8."Why do they want to go?"
9.(very important, leans forwards, eyes blazing, the whole shtick)
"_Why is this Blackhawk place so important_?"

	Jason
	Ace copy boy, Generican Examiner
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 14:18:46 EDT
From: <VDZ100@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: (L) New character-Observer

   The noise of the crowd had attracted her as she glided across a nearby
rooftop and, although cold and hungry(and shy on money at the moment), she
decided to investigate.  Who knew, the crowd may provide her with opportunities
and leads.
   She arrived just in time to notice from her new rooftop a crowd formed in a
circle surrounding two apparently unconcious forms.  One, she noticed, wore a
BLACK cloak, while the other was a green-gray humanoid monster.
   Suddenly she spotted an illithid move into the circle.  'An illithid', she
thought 'what is one of THOSE things doing here!?'  Picking up the green-gray
humanoid, the illithid moved through the parting crowd.  'So, the illithid
controls that humanoid, and possibly the crowd as well.  I may have to do
something about this.  The illithid may, after all, work for THEM.  Maybe the
other one can help.  He appears to be resistant to the illithid's influences.'
   Pondering on the occurance, the woman glided away across a rooftop.
Reaching an alley, she stepped off the ledge and gently floated to the ground.
As she did so, a gust of wind blew away the cloak hood, revealing a delicate
elven face framed by fine white-silver hair.  Leaving the hood down, the elven
woman blended into the crowd, wondering if she had really left it all behind.

          Things are not always as they seem, and the smart person
          realizes this.
---Darion Skybird---
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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: Max : Looking for something to do.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 14:08:26 GMT

    Max took a long pull on the ale and allowed himself to relax a
little.He was dead tired by all accounts, but it appeared to only be
mid-afternoon.He looked to Littlefair.
   "Rowan, I'm going out to see this city of yours, Gen-whatever, I'll
be back later this evening ", he said gruffly,and left the inn.
   
   The streets of this city were unfamiliar to Max. He hadn't ever seen
anything quite like it before. It was the same with all of this world's
cities. They all looked like a chunk of history from the distant past.
 He passed by stalls proclaiming their wares for the world to see. They
were a truly strange people, Max decided. And it appeared that they came
in several diffrent varieties, like whole diffrent races. There were
short stubby ones with beards, tall thin ones with pointed ears, and
even stranger ones than that.
   [Warrior's Log]
 The computer in his helmet activated and a small microphone appeared
at the same level as his mouth.
   "Record 765.2.It is now three years since the invasion of Telrir by
the Horde.And four hundred and three days.I find the people of this very
strange world to be equally as strange. Their technology is about the
same level as Rennaisance Telrir, about the thirtieth century. Their is
a lack of gunpowder overall, however. The places that I have seen lead
me to believe, however that they are far more technically advanced than
in other ways. They have a great and in depth knowledge of the psychic
potential of the mind, far more than we Telrirans. However, the populace
at large, including the practioners, refer to this as <MAGIC>. 
   Certainly the planet has a high Chaos factor, allowing much that
would seem magical, but it is unlikely that they understand this.
  
   For the record, I am staying in an inn called the Dragon's Inn.
It is a quiant establishment, apparently frequented by mercenary types
and practicioners<WIZARDS>.
   I am now turning on visual record to show surroundings".
    [Execute visual record unit 37455/A]
    /Acknowledged/

  A camera built in to his visor activated,and began recording
information. 
   Max continued to walk downn the streets, taking note of all he could
see. The city was ccertainly very interesting, but eventually his
weariness sent him back in the direction of the inn.



  
--
>>>[Mithranidir]<<<  >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<<

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.