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Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Thursday, 1 Oct 1992 13:39:47 EDT
From: <BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Hazy Pulled Two Ways

Hazy spent as much time flying out over the water as she did
on shipboard.  She had just alighted from one such tour and
she decided to try and find some of her companions.  The deck
was rather empty so she headed for the galley to start her
search.  She peeked into the porthole of the galley by the
doorway onto deck.  There was most of her group sitting at
a long table with benches.  A white-haired young man approached
Shade as she watched and spoke to him.  Suddenly she heard
the sound "thud-clunk, thud-clunk, thud-clunk."  It was an
unusual version of Karl's pegged-leg gait.  She scrambled up
onto the deck that was the roof of the galley to see if she
could spy Karl.  There he was walking down the long deck with
a determined attitude and a large, gem-encrusted sword that
was so long it bumped against his wooden leg with every step.
"Whoa," she thought, "That could mean trouble!"  She scuttled
to the edge of the deck/roof that she was crouched upon and
leaned her head down over the edge to peer upside down into
the porthole once more.  The white-haired young man had fallen
to his knees and was trembling with his face in his hands.
"Sheesh! I wonder what Shade ordered?!" she muttered to herself.

She flipped her head up again and looked back at where Karl had
just disappeared behind a sail, she put her head down over the
edge and looked once more at the dramatic scene in the Galley,
then she gave a frustrated, "Arrrgh!"

She climbed to her feet and turned toward the direction Karl
had taken and faded quickly from view.

Hazy
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Shade talks with Radan on deck...
Date: 30 Sep 92 10:57:23 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

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[R]	The Dark One finishes his reading, the book closes and disappears,
	and he rises...

	"It's so beautiful...mmm...I'm getting hungry..."

	...and gets dressed. He goes down to the kitchen and grabs some bread
	and vegetables and heads back towards the cabin. On the way back he
	runs into Radan...-Hello, how are you doing ? Shade asks him, but Radan
	does not answer him, he just keeps moving...

	"By the Old Ones...whats going on here...??"

	...the Dark One looks after his friend...

	"He is heading to Amaans quarters...I wonder why...well never mind,
	 thats his buisness..."

	...and goes back to his cabin to have a quick dinner. When he has fin-
	ished he goes up on deck to see the sunset.

	While standing there, among a number of other people, the Dark One re-
	flects on the peacefulness of a seajourney. 
	Then he sees Radan emerge on deck...-Hey Radan, over here, he waves his
	hand.
	Radan notices a flash of green as his friend calls him to the rail to
	see the sunset...

	"I see...he also got some jewellry at the Bazaar..."

	...Radan sighs a little with relief and moves over to Shade...

	-How're you doing ? he asks his friend.
	-Oh, I'm fine, smiles Shade, not that I want to pry...but whats your
	 buisness with Amaan ?
	-Buisness with Amaan..., Radan looks surprised, ...I have no buisness
	 with him...
	
	The Dark One looks at Radan with surprise written all over his face...
	
	-I'm sorry, my mistake...I...forget it.
	
	Silence settles for a while as the two men consider the abrupt conver-
	sation. After a while Shade asks Radan...

	-So what will you do when we come back to Generica...any thoughts, 
	 ideas...?

--
HP   : Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman			mabr@sweden.hp.com
SCA  : Morgan deGrey
APD-I: Shade
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	What is life, but a sequence of fragments of time put
	together in a random fashion, to create eternity...

	[R] Shade
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From: lzurawsk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu (Hal Jordan)
Subject: Twas a Dead & Dreary Knight [New Character]
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 09:08:21 GMT

    The door of the pub blew open, a cool breeze wafting through the air.
    A tall man stood in the doorway, his tattered cape fluttering in the
    chill draft, folding over torn tabbard and armor forged of iron links 
    frosted by the cold.
	
    Strangely enough, it was pretty warm out.

    Few of the seasoned adventurers took notice of the grey-skinned war-
    rior standing in a winter of his own generation, and those that did
    were careful not to advertise their attentions. They weren't scared
    mind you, they just didn't want to get involved. As long as he kept
    his blade where they could see it, and his purse where they couldn't,
    there was little here, they felt, to interest them.

    They had been wrong before.

    This time, however, they were right on the money.

    The man in the doorway surveyed the room with odd yellow eyes, burn- 
    ing dully like dying candles in the shadowy recesses of his brow. He
    spotted an open table and seated himself, walking with a stride that
    appeared almost mechanical to those who knew what the word "mechanic-
    al" meant. He set his sheild, emblazoned with the death's head emblom
    by which he was recognized, down on the table, and waited for service.

    "Oy there," came a voice from his rear, as gutteral as a belch, but  
    less articulate, "wha' de 'ell're you s'posed ta be? Some kinda zombie?"
    The shout was followed by a long series of what might have passed for 
    laughs in a much sicker and drunker universe.

    "Maybe." the stranger replied, in a whisper like the night wind blowing
    the leaves off a grave in a really spooky part of the cemetary.

    This was all the provocation the new antagonist needed (in his current
    state he didn't need much), and he spun the stranger's chair around, 
    brandishing what appeared to be an oak tree in his free hand.

    The stranger's hand shot to the cattle-skull hilt of his sword, and  
    pulled its stygian length from its scabbard. With one motion he split 
    the club the thug (now revealed to him as a large and especially ugly ogre)
    wielded and followed through with the blow, opening the creature's chest
    and spilling its blood over the floor. With a single kick, backed by
    praeternatural strength he sent the behemoth toppling across a table.

    "I'll pay for the mess." he breathed, whiping the sticky liquid from his
    blade, and returning his chair to its original position.

    Greysdale Ravenstone had been dead a long time, but he still knew how to
    fight.
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's table . . .
Date: 29 Sep 92 17:54:33 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


>     Farnhams face became somber after Kryalla  had finished her tale.
>"the legend of the dark one is told on many worlds. Wherever her hand rests
>evil is sowed. You have courage to face such a powerful enemy!" His features
>brightened as he turned toward the Thri-keen " the shrouded one has mistaken
>me for having elvish blood but this is not the case. My heritage is strickly
>gnomish and we are reputed to leave a horribly bitter aftertast." Farnham
>laughs openly showing his trust for the Thri-keen. Turning back to kryalla
> he said " would there be any monetary gain involved.... that is fighting the
>dark one? you know a little treasure,loot, booty ect.?"
   "Treasure is not ipmportanyt.  IT is ethe wthril fof the challenge that iz 
impokrtant." said Chip'.  "Youze is a Nome?  Nefver Tried that before.  I will 
ataker ytoyur wrod  on how youzw taste."
   Seeing no immediate danger about, chip takes his gytha and puts it next to
it's twin in a spot on the back of his harness.  If anyone looked closely they 
might just see the red and blue flash on both weapons when they came together.
He then took out a block of crystaline substance and started to carve it with  a small chisel and hammer.  From whats already done, it looks like a mostly 
finished chatka.
******************************************************************************
  ADMIN: for those who don't know, the gytha and chatka are traditional weapons
of the thri-kreen.  The Chatka are the wedges in his harness, and the gythka 
are the polearms he carries.
******************************************************************************
If it doesnt bite you                    *         Chip'Chirip
  eat it                                 *      Champion of the great Mother  
If it does bite you, kill                *         Queen of Thri-kreen
  it, then eat it.                       *       AKA Don. Shaffer    
         -Thri-Kreen saying              *      dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu 
          rough translation              *
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Friday, 2 Oct 1992 11:22:48 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Blade flails, Meshtak ditches
 <Oct.1.11.12.49.1992.5999@andromeda.rutgers.edu> <BvGHIx.8Fw@acsu.buffalo.edu>

  Seeing chip get up from the table, Farnham decides its time to act.

Stepping outside he sees his fellow mage Meshtak being pursued by this thing

that appears to be more weapon than creature.Just about the same time he sees

chip climb up a wall with the child in tow.Suddenly seeing Meshtaks plan to

lure this creature towards the water Farnham decides to follow Chip up the

wall and provide a little backup. His boots of climbing make scaling the wall

easy and soon he sees Chip. "Thought ya might need a hand,even if it is from

a bad tasting gnome."






=================================================================
Farnham the Illusionist
(Eric grabowski)
IO20776@Maine
=================================================================
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me?
Date: 29 Sep 92 17:19:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Sep.28.10.29.38.1992.837@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...
>344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes:
> 
>"You really should learn to hide your thoughts from someone who can read them,
>especially when you keep company with thieves," the dark elf states cryptically
>as he opens the door.
> 
>Upon entering, he introduces Brent as "a gentleman interested in obtaining
>some answers" to the companions.
> 
>Looking at Khisanth lying on the bed, the drow turns to Kyleen and asks in an
>odd elven tounge (understandable, but you just can't place the accent), "What
>did she do? Did she enter another's dreams again?"
> 
>He motions for Brent to take a chair.  "Might as well sit down until she 
>wakes," he says, slipping easily into the common trade language, "This could
>take a while," the elf explains, taking a chair himself, Dusk flying off only
>to land on the headboard of the bed.



Garriot looks around from the window ad the two enter, and greets Brett when
Zebron introduces him.  "Welcome, friend," he says, "We all seem to be seeking
answers around here."  Introductions out of the way, Garriot returns to the
subject of travel plans.  "The way I see things, we should see if we can find
a map of some sort, or someone who is knowledgeable about Haw...about our
objective," he says, giving Zebron a glance which means, "Can he be trusted?"
in any language.

                                                            --Ben
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Meshtak, deflects Blades attack
Date: 2 Oct 92 07:26:32 GMT
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.

Blade suddenly understands. It is not the child he is after, but this cat-man
that now stands before him. Blade continues his rush toward the draga (which
is not very fast at all, Blade being very slow) Meshtak seems more alert now,
adrenalin burning away the alcohol very quickly and restoring him to sobriety.
Trawm is sitting to the side, healing and enjoying what he thinks will be a
very good fight.
	However just as Blade closes in on Meshtak, Meshtak takes his whip
and unrolls it under Blade. Blade pays it little attention, until it shifts
into the shape of a bo staff, and suddenly Blade is wedged on the end of the
staff, the other end stuck in the ground. Meshtak grabs the staff quickly,
and using Blade's momentum, flips the dark creature over his head. Blade comes
down on his back, and struggles to right himself.
	Meshtak takes a moment to shoot a couple of arrows into Blade, but they
don't penetrate the creature's powerful exoskeleton. So Meshtak rushes over to
Arcadio. "You a wizard?" he asks desperately. "Never mind, it doesn't matter.
Can you help me lure this guy to the docks? I can't pull too many tricks
like that before getting skewered."
	Meanwhile, Blade is mad. He looks up and attacks the first thing he
sees...which happens to be Chip. "Kill Meshtak!" he snarls, lumbering at Chip
and looking menacing.
	Meanwhile, the sound of galloping horses is heard...a small contingent
of the guard, sent to check things out.

Meshtak the Draga

(Sorry, Chip, but you DID say you wanted some action. Just don't hurt Blade
too badly, kay?)

-- 
"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: aaron@helios (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [MI] Moriarty[MI HQ]: Elementary Summoning
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 22:21:08 GMT



Moriarty went to his laboratory.  This would be his first chance to put the
principles of Summoning he had learned to the test.

"For demons and imps," the Mage had said, "Flame is all that is required.  But
the more powerful the creature, the more exotic the material used to produce
the flame."

He wanted this first test to be quick and simple, but still provide something
powerful enough to be useful.  Hopefully his brazier would augment his powers.

He took a chunk of wood from the hearth, and dripped some oil from the lantern
on it.  He put it in the brazier, set it inside the inscribed pentagram, and
lit it with a small spell.

As the flames leapt up, he sat and stared into them.  He cast his mind
forward.  Soon he felt the heat of another plane around him.  Then he picked a
name at random from the surface of his mind.  "Batobo," he said.  "Batobo, come
to me.  Come to this world and serve my bidding."

An imp appeared in the air above the flame.  "Foolish mortal," it said in a
nasal, squeaky voice.  "You know not the power of the being you have summoned! 
Kneel before the might of Batobo!"

Moriarty concentrated his will.  "You will serve!"

Batobo sneered.  "If that is all you can do, you will make a poor servant
indeed.  Feel my power!"  He gestured, and Moriarty was suddenly overcome with
a fearful itching sensation.  He ignored the urge to scratch, although the
distraction was almost overpowering.  He focused his mind on one thing
only--the imp.

"You will serve!" he nearly shouted.  He pictured his will as a solid thing. 
He pictured it wrapping around the imp and stifling it.  The imp resisted with
its own will, but Moriarty felt the itching lessen as he pressed even harder. 
He could feel sweat on his forehead, making a more authentic itch.

Then, finally, there was a sudden cessation of resistance.  Moriarty gasped as
his will folded upon itself to encapsulate a tiny, unresisting spark.  "How may
I serve you, master?" it said.

Moriarty sighed in relief.  "You are to find and follow another whom I
designate, and obey his commands as if they were my own.  The one you shall
obey is called Alfvaen.  He is half-elven, and he wears an amulet bearing the
Rune of Kibo.  You will obey him in all things, until he dismisses you.  Then
you may return to your plane.  If he is displeased with your service, then I
will summon you again for punishment.  That is all.  I release you from the
pentagram to find him."  The imp disappeared.

Moriarty stumbled over the cot on the far side of the room and lay down.  That
was much harder than he had expected.  But then, previously he hadn't had much
control over his conjurations.  He was getting better.

--
---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"And when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me."
   ---This Mortal Coil
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From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Subject: ADMIN: New custodian of Atlas, and PostScript map available!
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1992 17:05:33 GMT

Hey, pubbers!

Two things: The Atlas of the Known Lands is now going to be run by me
(Dennis Brennan at djb6@midway.uchicago.edu).  Aaron is still doing
the Tourist Reference Guide.  Keep 'em submissions coming!  Reply
to this post by e-mail with your ideas, if you like.

Another thing: all summer long I have been working on a PostScript format
map of the Known Lands using Aldus Freehand on my Mac.  This map is based
on submissions to the Atlas.  I would like to release it for public 
use- shall I upload it to an anonymous FTP site?  Are there any willing
sysadmin's out there who want to house the file?  Please indicate someplace
where I can stick this map so that y'all can get to it.  Soon, perhaps,
someone might make an ASCII version of it that can be posted directly
to the net.

Thanks again,
The Quartermaster

-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: ADMIN's away!!!
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 20:21:39 GMT

ADMIN: ok, I've gotten plenty 'nuff positive feedback on my History suggestion,
       so it's time to get crackin'. As a rule, any APDI'er can contribute to
       the History, so long as it is a SIGNIFICANT event, and would logically
       fit in somewhere. In other words, I'll provide an outline, you guys fill
       in the details...

       To begin with, a timeline. The first question is, do we use an Earth
style BC/AD division? If so, what momentous event causes the switch, and when?
If not, what shall we call the years? Also, do we use our own months and days,
like September, wednesday, etc., or should we make up our own? If you are for
the latter, send a list of suggestions! Finally, any historical/political back-
ground people wish to contribute is welcomed, such as a list of kings and so
forth, but remember that the First Generica was a very WIERD place (being run
directly by Great Mother), so take special care when dealing with it.
 
       Cast your votes now!

       Thanks in advance,

-- Clint
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Blade vs. the world...round 1!
Date: 1 Oct 92 00:14:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Sep30.223502.15878@cheshire.oxy.edu>, dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes...
>	Meshtak stands behind Blade, his axe in his hand. His bloodshot eyes
>blaze, and he sways drunkenly, pointing at Blade with his free hand. "Hey!"
>the Draga bellows. "Leave tha kid alone!"


..Blade whirls, intent on felling his attacker.  Suddenly, his murder-filled
eyes are also filled with...gooseberry pie?

Standing in the doorway is the eccentric wanderer known as Arcadio Merryman,
who has obviously thrown the pie which just struck Blade.  "Now, it's hardly
sporting to be skewering youngsters, tall-shiny-and-obscenely well armed," he
says. "You might want to reconsider before I have to get rough."  As he says
this, he casually pulls a flask out of his pouch...




                                                           --Ben
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From: kibo@world.std.com (James "Kibo" Parry)
Subject: Re: [MI] Moriarty[MI HQ]: Elementary Summoning
Organization: Two rooms filled with typography, in downtown Boston
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1992 05:07:12 GMT

[alt.fan.dragons-inn]
In <1992Sep27.222108.24669@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca> aaron@helios (Aaron Humphrey) writes:
>Moriarty sighed in relief.  "You are to find and follow another whom I
>designate, and obey his commands as if they were my own.  The one you shall
>obey is called Alfvaen.  He is half-elven, and he wears an amulet bearing the
>Rune of Kibo.  You will obey him in all things, until he dismisses you. 

It should be noted that the rune o' Kibo is a runic schwa:
    _
     \
      \
      |
    +-+
    | |
    | |
    \_|


This symbol was well-known to Vikings who owned dictionaries.

							-- K.


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From: s9100433@win4.vut.EDU.AU (Duncan M Jurisic)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] Brycur Toasts the King [Inn]
Date: 28 Sep 92 00:48:12 GMT
Organization: Victoria University Of Technology, Melbourne, Australia

ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu writes:


>
>"Friends, I have had a table prepared, have a seat and a beer on me."  He
>indicated the table and the drinks which made Firecat's mood brighten
>considerably.



     Firecat walked to the table, gestured to the barmaid, who brought
him a couple of cushions. He climbed onto the chair and sat on the 
cushions before raising his glass to Brycur's toast and drinking.

     "Well my friends, it's been fun hasn't it?"
     "I must say that I certainly enjoyed myself." He said with a
grin.


     Jabu walks over to the table and takes a seat. He looks at the
glass in front of him and pushes it away.
     "I don't drink alcohol my friend, please don't be offended, but
it has to do with the way my father died."
     He called the barmaid over and asked for a tall glass of water.
     "The king," he said as he raised his glass.

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