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From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Karl [Inn] Still looking for traveling companions
Date: 27 Jul 92 03:10:12 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide

This is being posted on behalf of Dennis Brennan (djb6@midway.uchicago.edu)
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Generica is a city of startling contrasts.  The proud estates of Merchant's
Hill counter the hovels of the Low City.  The law and justice administered
in the Courts of Judgment in the Keep stand inn opposition to the reampant
crime of the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes.  The Dragons' Lane neatly
divides the wealthy, orderly north of town from the unpredictable south.
In the same manner the Avenue of Arcades cleaves the city into eastern
and western halves, each fiercely defending its particular character.

At the center of all this lies the Plaza of Glittering Steel, the effective
"Town Square" of Generica.  A visiting philosopher commented that the
polished steel patch which gives this plaza its name was meant by its
creator to act as a mirror representing the contrasts around Generica.
Appropriately, teh Dragons' Inn, housing some of the most colorful and
extreme inhabitants and visitors of Generica stands only a few yards from
this focus of contrasts.

It is this inn which Karl, former quartermaster of Glorshanned keep and
current Envoy ofrepresenting Generica, enters.  He has been gone for a long
time, and few of the faces are familiar.  Nevertheless, he is sure that this
is the best of all places to recruit others to accompany him on this
mission.  He posts a message on the Board, and reads it aloud as he
tacks it on.

"Brave Adventurers and Adventuresses of Generica:
I, Karl son of Karol, blah blah blah (Karl as a diplomat, one of these
days he's going to have to get used to the formal garbage)
..Have been directed to travel to the city of Pashar, in the land of
Rameshan, and escort ... blah blah blah... one of their court mages
up here. "

"Folks, I just got this job, and I'm an old guy, and I could really use a
hand getting down there and back.  Oh... Melwis promises to pay
handsomely for any and all volunteers."

ADMIN:  I have an idea or two regarding this.  EMAIL me at
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu if interested.  Do NOT reply to this
message as it is being posted for me by Pete Calvert.

This would be a great opportunity to write some canon geography, for
those of you interested in building the world.  For the munchies,
I can probably promise a healthy dose of gratituous violence.
Please talk to me... this is going to be lonely all by myself.

Dennis Brennan
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From: patchman@encore.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: [L] Brycur Faces the Dragon
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 15:09:47 GMT


>     "Murell!  Your back is a bloody mess.  I don't think that you're up
>to fighting dragons right now."  Salamander noticed that Murell was looking
>very pale and a bit confused.
>     "Nonsense.  'Tis but a scratch."  He said shortly before passing out.

His ribs aching and his heading spinning from the impacts he had suffered
with the ground Brycur became very upset. 'As if the bandit kicking him in 
the ribs the other day wasn't bad enough he was now about to be scorched
to death by a dragon' he thought 'well that's just great!'

He looked at Sal and said "well, we're not doing too well here.  Luthor's
down and probably dead, Murell just passed out, we're stuck behind a flaming
wall, and I don't know what became of Lathan and Bakr, they could be dead
as well.  I've had just about enough of this." Brycur removes his sword 
from its sheath and began to walk around the wall.

-Brycur the Pissed

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*   I can do anything!             *   Worcester Polytechnic Institute  *
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From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.)
Subject: [KQ] Colin [ScrRam]:  Back to the Inn
Organization: University of Houston Administrative Computing
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 18:17:51 GMT
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In <1992Jul27.164131.24312@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca> aaron@space.ualberta.ca writes:

> To Kron and the others, he says, "This man, who does not speak Common, helped
> to heal Thk.  His name is Marcel Delacroix.  He is from Ydoine, I think.  I
> invited him to accompany us back to the Dragon's Inn.  Have we aught else to
> do, or shall we be on our way?  Fenris, can you help me with Thk?"

  Colin, lost in thought since the end of the battle (busy weekend!), starts
slightly and says, "I'm for going back to the Inn as well.  I could keep going
for quite a while longer, but if time is not desparate, I think a rest would
be good for us all--especially our scaly friend here," he finishes, stepping
up to help carry the cut, bashed and concussed lizard-man back to the inn.

semper fi,

Jammer Jim Miller 
Texas A&M University '89 and '91
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From: gusar@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Sean A Reith)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: New Villan's Book?
Organization: University of Western Australia
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 12:11:47 GMT

>In article <1992Jul29.140803.6377@ulowell.ulowell.edu> bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio) writes:
>>
>>Since thier is a rich PC life in Generica, how about making the 
>>Villians , the local "baddies" if you will, a more interesting
>>point.  Make the evil three dimensional and I guarantee better
>>threads.  Not to mention this could give the people who are not
>>on the current thread a chance to understand who people like
>>Queen Shaba, Great Mother, Wasters, Dark Alliance are.  They
>>are more than a just a name.
>>Anyone else agree?

_Most_ of the villians _are_ three dimentional (Great Mother is a good
example).

wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) writes:

>      Hmm... anyone interested in doing a 'Villians' section (like Andrew's
>character descriptions, only for bad guys instead... the descriptions would
>be an amalgamation of all character traits so far displayed...) ?

I'll volunteer, unless Andrew want's to keep all the descriptions in the
list he maintains...  Otherwise, mail me the bad guys :)

Appologies for quoting both articles in they're entirity.

Enjoy life, be free,
Sean.
-- 
        /                  Tvarne Nillun
@///////[>==============-  aka Sean A Reith
        \                  aka gusar@uniwa.uwa.edu.au
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio)
Subject: ADMIN: Glorashand Keep
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 14:10:08 GMT


Sorry for misspelling ^.  Who runs the keep.  Is it public?

Lathan
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu

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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 19:25:44 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Lathan Explores Hell

     Lathan stared at the eyes that looked him in the face.  He unsheathed his
sword and swung at the greyness under his eyes.  It just cut through
the air like normal.
     "Since I'm dead, what am I worried about?", Lathan shrugged to himself
as he thought out loud.
     Lathan began to swim through the greyness.
     "I don't know where I'm going, but it has got to be better than this.
I don't plan on spending my afterlife in a grey void!"
     Lathan continued to swim through the greyness, moving occassionally to
dodge a floating piece of paper,  spool of thread, and a few gold
coins.
     "I didn't think the Seven Heavens would be so messy", Lathan complained.
It seemed like hours of time had gone by.  He hadn't reached the end
of the grey void yet and the scenary was getting a bit bland.
     "I must be trapped in hell." Lathan decided.  "Nowhere else. Hell."
     He folded up his legs and continued to float through the air.
Something soft  bounced off Lathan's head.  He looked up to
a small pair of green boots stuck on the visor of his helmet.
He removed them and looked at them.  They were of very fine quality.
He had never seen the type of material they were made of though.
     "Definately not elven boots." he decided.
He took of his heavy leather riding boots and placed them on his feet.
"For an afterlife, I'm still in alot of pain!  Yep, I'm in hell"
Lathan continued to float in the cloak unknowingly...

Mark DiAntonio
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
From: rhr9081@hertz.njit.edu (Ray Rich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Death & Destiny
Date: 22 Jul 92 12:58:06 GMT
Organization: New Jersey Institute of Technology, Newark, N.J.


	This came to me while I was half-asleep, so do what you will with
it.  I just thought it was interesting.  ( Ray )

	"There!" Destiny exclaimed.  "Malieu, M-A-L-I-E-U.  Triple word
score, that makes..."
	Death held up a skeletal hand and shook her hooded head.
	"What?  Oh, yeah, all right.  Yes, I know the rules.  No proper
nouns."  With a sigh of resignation, Destiny returned his tiles to the
wooden tray before him.  He leaned forward and studied the gameboard.
It was a simple sphere, covered with tokens, cards, and tiles of numerous
shapes and sizes, and constantly rotating on a slightly tilted axis.  Though
it hovered comfortably over the table between the two, a third observer would
soon realize its infinite scope.  It took hours for the sphere to make a
complete rotation, though this seemed to defy the laws of physics given its
size and rotational velocity.
	"A-HA!" Destiny finally cried.  He threw down a card; the Ace of
Spades.
	Death reached out toward the board and removed a tiny ebony pawn.  The
figurine resembled a man, but as she placed it on the table to her left, it
quickly assumed an amphibian aspect and then crumbled into fine black dust
which was scattered by the winds of time.  She picked up the pair of small
white dice at her right and rolled.  A five.  After moving a small silver
top hat five spaces to the south, she offered Destiny a clawful of paper.
	"Park Place!  You always get Park Place!  This is cheap," he said
as he took the paper and handed over a square bit of card.  "I suppose
you're going to build an Inn on it next turn."                         
	Destiny looked at his cards.  No play there.  He looked at the
board and rested his hand on a miniature white tower.  As he picked it up,
it began to transform into a small giant which grew smaller as he held it.
He took a deep breath and set it down again, beginning to pore over his 
lettered tiles.
	Death waved a bony finger at him.
	"What now?  Not that 'You touch it you move it' rule again.  Sheesh.
You'd think we were playing for high stakes or something."  His hand once
again fell on the tiny white rook.


ADMIN: Hope it was at least amusing.
	Raymond H. Rich
	(aka Valgar)
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
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Subject: [L] Brycur Has A Shadow
Date: 21 Jul 92 16:17:33 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


  Two minutes after Luthor and his companions left, Mat Hozolo thought it was
safe to leave his hiding place.  He stepped out onto the road and looked over
the mess.  He had watched the guys searching the dead bodies, and he had
watched Brycur kill one - Mat forgot his name, it was Cristin or the like -
who was not yet dead.  Mat knew it was Brycur because the other one had yelled
his name.

  There was nothing he could do here... but he could look what happened to
Andris and Kachin who had been posted in the wood for shooting arrows.
He wnet to their ambush spot and all that was left was a few pieces of
torn cloth and a large pool of blood.
    He  returned to the road, where he found Kachin, rubbing his
head.  "Ah, you are alive."

  "Yes, I am, which is more than I can say for the rest of our band."
  "They searched all of them bodies, nothing left."
  "Anybody alive besides us?"
  "Didn't find Rink and the mage, but the rest are dead.  What happened to
you and Andris?"
  "One of them snuck up on us and shot Andris clear through his arm to his
chest.  There was nothing I could do for him, so I went after the guy who
did it.  He hit me over the head and ran off."
  "What are you gonna do now?"
  "Hm.  I'll try to find another gang to join, I suppose."
  "Stop, not so quick.  I know which of those is Brycur.  You know, the one
we should kill.  We can follow 'em and shoot him from the distance."
  "What's the point?  Traenu's pal doesn't know us, and he won't pay for it."
  "Of course we'll fetch some evidence.  A head, for example.  You shoot him
and run.  They follow you.  Meanwhile I get Brycur's head."
  "HAR HAR HAR!  They follow ME!  No, no, that's not a good plan.  Those guys
are dangerous!"
  "That was just a proposal.  Let's follow 'em.  Maybe we get a chance."
  "<snarl> O-kaaay.  But if we meet bandits, I'll join 'em."
  "But I wouldn't use a bow if you give me a million!  I need you!"
  "That's your problem."

  They gathered the horses, and Mat shaved his beard.  After all, the scout had
seen him for a few seconds, and if he wanted to spy them out and possibly
assassinate Brycur in the night, it was better not to be recognized.

  Then they left.  Sometimes they would see the wagon in the distance; they
waited a couple of minutes and rode on.  In the evening they watched the
Questors gather around a fire.  Surely they would let one of them guard...
Mat looked at Kachin, and Kachin hissed, "No, I won't shoot!"
Mat grimaced.  He would have to wait.

--------------thomas kettenring, 2 dan, kaiserslautern, germany---------------
Do you ask a Napoleon why it has to be Moscow, of all places?  Do you ask a
Mondrian why one has to paint only in the rectangularly framed primary colours
Red, Blue, and Yellow?  Ah, how all questions are ruined in view of a persuas-
ively recited system of madness! And is there a mortar keeping those systems
together firmer than real or supposed enemies?  -  Robert Gernhardt

Slight editing by: -The Dreamer-
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [K] Karl [Inn] addresses his hopeful traveling companions
Date: 29 Jul 92 02:55:13 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide

Posted on behalf of Dennis Brennan (djb6@midway.uchicago.edu)
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Smiling, Karl accepts Rhys's invitation to sit.  Stretching out his bad
leg under the table, as not to trip any unwary patrons, he calls merrily
to Serene: "A cup of Ydionian tea for me.  I've sworn off the strong stuff!"

He regards the others at his table: Edward, Rhys, Killian and Radan.
"Well met, all.  Are ye all newcomers to my fair city?  I myself have
only just returned after an extended abscence.  Indeed, I am a tyro at my
present employment, and scarcely know where to begin.
But military service, and a little adventuring before that, have taught
me nothing if not that preparation is paramount to any successful venture.
One of you (Which was the name?  I must learn all of your names else
we shall be forever in confusion) inquired about gear and provisions?
For the trip down, at any rate, all will be provided.  I have made arrange-
ments for a sailing vessel to transport us southward to Pashar, but he
will not wait for our return.  No doubt some means of return will present
itself once we arrive at our destination.
Our mission:"  He paused and rustled through a bundle of papers in a
leather-bound cover  "is to escort Amaan, a young sorceror in the
employ of the Shaheran and his court, back up here to Generica, where I
think he's going to tour the School of Magic or some such academic
fiddle-faddle.  I never had much patience for scholars and their aimless
research.  Proper work hrmmrhm hrmhrmh..."  he mutters something
incoherently"... present company excluded of course, if any of you are
dusty ol' bookworms.
I understand that others may express interest in our journey in addition
to the party assembled here?  In that case we shall wait."  He leans
back, holding his teacup ans saucer, eyeing the others inquisitively.

ADMIN:  Welcome aboard, all those who mailed and posted.  I can only
post through Pete Calvert, and access the net by modem, so I won't be
posting every day.  Thus, I'm going to depend on youse guys to pull the
thread along.  Don't worry about messing up canon too much, newcomers,
because nobody's ever done this yet.
Might I reccommend that you take a look at the tourist's quick reference
and atlas of the known lands (posted periodically) and check the Atlas
entry for Rameshan?

Dennis Brennan
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 13:45:45 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Helen Hears of Luthor

>Kadrys sighs aloud, then addresses Helen. "I'm afraid that unless what you
>stole from Luthor was a pair of seven-league boots, you have very little hope
>of catching up to him. He left with a party of adventurers some time ago now.
>They were going to the gateway between the worlds. Going to return to the
>Realms to fight Queen Shana, I heard them say." He looks apologetically at her
>"And before you ask, I have no way of getting you to him. I am sorry," he
>murmurs gently, "but you will have to ask a mage for that sort of assistance."
>
     "WHAT!  He left for the Realms!  I just spent most of the remainder
of my life travelling to Generica and he is going back.  This MUST be part
of the curse," she says showing a brief hint of something deadly and then
a flood of grief.  All she could do for the next few minutes was try to
supress her tears.
     "Does anyone of a mage that can get me to Luthor or to the Realms
quickly?  I have money to pay for their services." she said loud enough
for everyone in the room to hear.

     Love and Peace and Grief,
           -The Dreamer-
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 12:15:15 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Lathan Charges the Dragon

     Lathan was caught by surprise by the immense dragon.  He had managed
to shout out a warning to his friends before the first bolt struck.
     This wasn't the first dragon he had seen.  Many of these large lizards,
good and bad, had perished in front of his eyes in days of the War.
     "My honor is my life.", Lathan repeated the phrase with pride. "Many
Solamics defended me in my youth with this one phrase."
     "My honor is my life!!!", yelled Lathan as he galloped toward the dragon.
He took into the air straight at the circling dragon on the back of his flying
horse.

     The dragon watched the cavalier in awe.  This pathetic retch was either
stupid or extremely brave!  I will teach that humanoid to have respect
for his superiors!  Bolt unmercifully unleashed a streak of lighting at
the elf.

     The lightining struck Lathan with a deafing crash.  Pain shot through his
body.  Blood began to leak out of the cracks in his armor.  Valiant gave
out a dying grunt before he began falling out of the air.  Mustering up
the last of his energy, Lathan gave a mighty leap off his faithful steed.
Lathan flew through the air at the wyrm.  He had his sword ready to strike.
     The dragon flew straight at him with his daggerlike teeth ready for the
taste of elven flesh.  Lathan swung his sword with all the might he
could muster from his racked body.  The sword cut through the belly of
the great beast.

     Lathan looked down.  Gravity hadn't failed.  He was plummeting back toward
the ground.  Lathan watched as the grass came at him faster, faster ...

     Luthor's eyes opened in time to see Lathan arcing through the sky,
hitting the dragon, and then falling to the earth...directly over him.
Luthor looked around for something...anything that could help Lathan.
He didn't have time to change the probability of it raining to create
a large pool of mud.  He didn't have the power to change the probability
of gravity failing.  The likelihood of Lathan missing the ground was
likewise too small.  Luthor saw the only other option, and he didn't like
it.
     Luthor moved directly in the path of Lathan's fall and took off his
BLACK cloak...his Cloak of Shadows.  He held it above him, spreading it
wide so he could 'catch' Lathan.
     "LATHAN COULD FALL IN THIS CLOAK", he chanted just to be sure of
success.
     Anyone watching would have seen Lathan fall toward Luthor at an
incredible speed and then disappearing INTO the cloak, leaving Luthor
unharmed.

Mark DiAntonio
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu

With the help of: -The Dreamer-
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: Invasion plans made.
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 19:11:09 GMT


Elysian watched as several more evil beings stepped out of the
portal and took thier seats amongst the plotters.
First was a hulk of a man about 6'8.  He claimed to be the "selected
one" from some odd prophecy but that didn't matter.  He was just
the type of cruel, consceinceless warrior he had in mind.
Second was a golden aurak draconian from Krynn.  He had been a general
in the Dragon Wars.  He had experience in the arts of slaughter and
invasion.
A third was an odd creature.  His name was Beras Bonecracker.  He
was a dwarf at one time but he had been perverted by evil forces into
a vampire.  He wielded an immense battle axe.  It was stained with
blood from old battles.  He glared at Sir Dracat as he entered the room
and took his seat.
"Good", declared the priest,  "We are all assembled.  Our plans and 
desires have lead us here tonight.  I have watched this miserable town
under the disquise of a priest of an old god of time.  This is our
starting point.  From here neighboring countries are almost defenseless.
The Realms are with in a short march.  We will, my friends, rule this
planet of dolts!"
Grimsword, broke in, "I am not your friend, feeble minded fool.  I to
have watched over this land not for conquest but for a man.  You 
overlooked the fact that these "warriors" will protect thier
beloved inn with thier lives."
"Sir Grimsword", the priest replied smoothly, "I have not over looked
this.  I have planned around it.  We will start elsewhere, disabling
thier petty skilled bands of adventures and cutting them off from
help.  Our little surprise in the tunnels will more than adquitly deal
with the townsfolk as a distraction.  This is what we will do...

ADMIN: Let the games BEGIN.  I will post the surprise. They have overlooked
the coming of Nightstalker.
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