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From: aaron@arafel (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [DB] Mission complete..??
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 22:04:41 GMT

Posted for:
  Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman <mabr%sweden.hp.com@hplb.hpl.hp.com>

[DB]	Teela slips past the Dragon Inn...then she stops...

	"Maybe I should take a look and see...well hear...what's going on here"

	...turns around and enters the inn.

	---

	Dalan brings out his cloak and leaves the building. As he walks down 
	the hill he sees two of the City Guards alertly watching the street...

	"It's good to know they are out here keeping an eye on things...", he
	thinks while quickly making his way towards Moriarty Investigations.

	---

	Trace slowly moves down towards the harbour area...

	"Good thing that Kiln and Shaun do the report...I hate to meet that
	 Drow, he gives me the creeps...well I guess he's ok for his kind but
	 how far can you trust him...?"

	He reaches the docks and moves into the Net & Trident, a fairly large
	establishment along the quayside...

	-Hello Trace, a bald man calls from a table close by the bar, how're
	 you doing...come on over...have a seat and a drink.

	Trace smiles a little moves over and gracefully accepts the offer...

	---

	After a long walk, and frequently having to ask locals, Dalan finally
	finds the place where Moriarty Inv. Inc is housed. He walks up the
	little alley, up the stairs, and knocks...

	---

	Draoi looks at the brothers...

	-So where are the rest of the team..., he softly asks.
	-They dispersed to get alibis for tonight, Kiln answers.
	-Okey, you may retire for the night...oh, and don't forget to set the
	 traps..., he gives them a wicked smile.

	Once the the brothers have left he moves up to the window and looks
	out...

	"The Shunned Center...I wonder...will we get our answers...so much at
	 stake and so few to trust..."

	His dark eyes reflect the moonlight as he looks over the old ruins...

	"I need to get in touch with the Alley Creepers, they are experts at
	 retrieving...lost items..."

	---
--
HP   : Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman			mabr@sweden.hp.com
SCA  : Morgan deGrey
APD-I: Shade
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---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"And when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me."
   ---This Mortal Coil
Current Album--Melissa Etheridge
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From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Subject: [KQ] Captain [Waster's HQ] Joy in the fog
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Sequent Computer Systems Inc.
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 92 14:31:40 GMT

[ADMIN]:  Yes, Captain remains a sleeping character, but I had an hour or two
and read the last 200 or so articles, so I thought I could contribute.  My
contributions will remain sporadic and I won't do anything to significantly
change the plot since I'm no longer on most of your mailing lists (and
rightly so).

Seer's confused chortling ended in a quiet "ACK" as Kron quickly throttled
him and with the uniqueness of Darth Vader dangled him over the nearest 
balcony.  Captain was trying desperatly to see through the thick fog and
discern any possible threat to his Lady protectorate.  This type of search was
something that Captain was particularly good at as he had to be able to see
around and through swirling fog to guide his ship.  It seemed he had a
sixth sense when facing fog and his eyes made out a slight glint at the wall
near the doorway.  Captain gripped his drawn longsword and used its eerie
glow to see better.  He found a small box of joystix (still full) sitting
butted up against the wall.  Thinking that these may be useful sometime, he
picked them up and put them in his pouch.

When he rejoined the party at the doorway to the room Azzar asked, "Well, what
did you find?"  Her voice was lilting and inquisitive, she seemed quite certain
that Kron had things in hand.  Captain also hoped that she was a little less
tense due to his close examination of the room.  "I found a box of joystix still
full.  You never know when we might need a bribe or an intoxicating weapon."
Azzar smiled and looped her arm through his.  The image of her naked body
flitted in and out of Captain's mind.  Along with this image, the emotions from
Nestor's returned and Captain made a mental note to find out more about this
woman who was both warrior and (it would appear) pleasure slave.  It crossed
his mind that, like her tatoos, her life was more complex the closer you got.

-- Captain
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From: foleye@CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Subject: Re: new character
Organization: Computer Science Dept., Oregon State University
Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1992 20:52:55 GMT

In article <Sep.26.15.19.23.1992.6170@andromeda.rutgers.edu> dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes:
>
>  "Ish Wouldzz like a Nishe fresh elfve ift you haves it. Preferclaby shtill 
>alive"  He then waited for a responce

In one of the inn's many corners, the Shrouded One perks up at the entrance of
this one.  "Come here, and share some food, newcomer.  It has been long since
I encountered one of your kind."  A chair, of its own accord, pushes back from
her table for the thri-kreen to sit in.  No longer wearing her cloak, it is
quite clear that she is not an elf.

+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	Kryalla Simuel the Shrouded One			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	foleye@storm.cs.orst.edu			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
From: gusar@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Sean A Reith)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Thieves' guild
Date: 29 Sep 1992 04:11:34 +0800
Organization: The University of Westrn Australia
NNTP-Posting-Host: uniwa.uwa.edu.au

The thieves' guild is still nebulous according to the guide, and I need
it...  So if you _have_ written something about it (anything), or have
specific plans for it, please mail me, before I go and contradict you :)

Enjoy, be free,
Sean.
-- 
Sean A Reith aka Lynscar             | gusar@uniwa.uwa.edu.au
C programmer and net.addict at large | sean@gu.uwa.edu.au
Obquote:                             | reith_s@kultarr.cs.uwa.edu.au
 "I have a cunning Plan" - Baldrick  | sean@his.own.really.fast.machine (RSN)
From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me?
Date: 29 Sep 92 14:45:58 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

In *her* oddly accented Elven (can they even understand one another, Cat
wonders?), Kyleen confirms Zebron's query, though she herself seems 
confused.  Apparently, Khisanth gave no warning, other than drinking that
weird blue wine...

             Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
AKA Kyleen, who never wants to SEE another head wound, let alone TREAT one.
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Someone New
Date: 6 Oct 92 19:41:28 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

>The gnome scans the room, looking for a friendly table.  Seeing all the tables
>and chairs are too large for him, he says, "Fine!  Silly humans never did
>build
>anything for short people.  Same goes for those dratted elves, only think of
>music, nature, and tall people!"  As he says this, he glares at one of the
>elven patrons, who continues to ignore him.

     E'Karam walked over to the Gnome and tapped his shoulder to get his
attention.  "I know what you mean.  We Halflings have the same problem.
I was thinking of building my own bar called 'Under the Hill' for us
short folk, but I have no money."  The Illithid said looking down at the
Gnome.
     "Mind if I join you?"  he asked waiting patiently for a reply.

     Love and Peace and Strawberries,
             -The Dreamer-
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Ok, now Blade is pissed
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 02:07:04 GMT

Blade is having a really bad day. First off, just as he was about to kill
Meshtak and accomplish his mission, the Draga pulled some pole-vault trick
on him and got away. Then when he attacked the bug-man, the bug-man dented
his shell. Then he was suddenly surrounded by many Meshtaks, and when he 
remembered to use his Mother-given psionic tracker, he was suddenly surrounded
by a plague of insects. (a gift from the bug-man?) Then some little furry
demon had struck him across the back, and actually broke his shell! And to
add onto it all, insects were now crawling and stinging him through the shell.
	All this added up to one thing. Blade was really pissed off. He no
longer cared about just killing Meshtak...he wanted to kill 'em all. Blade 
lurched to the side, in hopes of smashing whoever was standing there. He was
effectively blinded by the insects, and disoriented by the many 
simultaneous attacks. No one was there; Blade smashed through the wall of a 
building. He lurched the other way and hit another wall, also breaking it.
By this time the members of the guard rode up on their horses, and watched,
their mouths open and staring. Sergeant Korbic led the group, and seemed 
undecided as to what action to order his men to take. (With four men beside
himself, Korbic seemed slightly understaffed for this particular mission.)
	Meshtak stood just out of reach of the thrashing creature. As Blade
moved to smash into one building, Meshtak dove past him on the other side, and
stood between Blade and the dock.
	"Make peace with your gods, vile demon!" snarled the Draga. "I am 
Meshtak, the one you seek!" (I've always wanted to use that in a story.)
	Blade snarled, and charged...

Blade the Motherspawn
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
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken | mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Ralston (NPC)... the better part of valor...The PC's get
Date: 30 Sep 92 19:29:12 GMT

In <1992Sep30.035203.23760@cheshire.oxy.edu> wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) writes:


>    'KILL MESHTAK!!!' it shrieked. Ralston, assuming the creature was just
>another of the Dragon's Inn's exotic but generally harmless tenants, was ab-
>out to approach it and ask if he could be of assistance, when he saw a troll
>he recognized as Trawm approach the creature before him. Trawm was nonchal-
>antly shredded...
>     'Gah...' was Ralston's comment on this event. He looked at his truncheon,
>then to the creature, then to Trawm's dissassembled parts, then to the creat-
>ure... Reaching a decision, he turned and sprinted off towards Glorshanned
>Keep, wondering if the City Guard had anything in its collective arsenal that
>could handle THAT...

As Ralston sprints off, a short man dressed in loosefitting clothing,
carrying a short rifle turns the corner.

   "Holy Sh*T!!" he shouts, and starts firing wildly at the creature.
Noticing that his bullets have no effect, he turns to someone and yells,
"Don't you guys stand there, do something!!!"

  As the creature reaches towards him, he dodges out of the way, and pulls
out a small box from one of his pockets.  He yells into it, "Get my armour
out here now!!!  And somebody alert the Generica Guard, Major Emergency!!"
As the things claws start to close about him, a shimmering field envelopes
him, and he disappears.

  A few seconds later, a large suit of armor appears, from a similar field
behind the creature.  The man's voice comes out of the helmet, yelling, "I
refuse to let such an uncouth creature as you just shred people!!"  He then
proceeds to pummel, shoot, scream, attack, and generally annoy the
creature, leaving absolutly no mark on it at all.  Noticing this, he stops,
out of range of the beast, and yells into a window of the inn, "Help!!!"

Kotaro Toka
ineffective, and wimpy cyber-ninja
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] High Stakes
Date: 29 Sep 92 20:30:56 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

[ADMIN: As will be evidenced in the text of this post, the following exchange
takes place after Brent has interrogated- er, "questioned"- the friends as to
the events of the assassination of Zebron Twilight, and any link between the
drow and the rogue known only as "Jaq Spayde."]

How much does he know?

I don't think I slipped up, but the Eel figured it out easily enough.

Maybe I'm not cut out for a life of secret identities.  Perhaps if I was
pretending to be a "hero" (reminds me of that ex-soldier, Ixnaphior.  Hmmm...
he was too young to have retired, no noticible injuries to suggest he couldn't
fight.....now there's something to investigate), but no, I have to go around
at night pretending I'm....

Damn.  He's about to leave.  How much does he know?

I wish I had all the cards on the table.

That's it.

"Oh, Brent," calls Zebron, as the guard is practically out the door, "Would you
care for a game of cards."

Brent, feeling that he has nothing to lose, agrees.

"What's the game?"

"Blackjack.  A silver to ante," replies the drow, in a cold, even tone, as he
reaches into a belt pouch and removes a silver coin and a pack of playing
cards.

There it is!  I saw it in his eyes!  Surprise.

But why?  Surprise that this information is new to him, or that it's out in the
open.  Eh, well, it's too late now.  With any luck, I'll have gained an ally.
With Tymora being even handed, I'll convince the others that we must leave for
Hawksholme tonight.  If Tymora is against me (I don't know why, I _did_ donate
that luckstone...), I guess I'll have to break the rule about no killing in
the Dragon's Inn.  Again.

Brent sits down across from the dark elf, and matches the silver ante.

The first cards to each are dealt face down.

Here is the acid test.

The card dealt face up to Brent is a Jack of Spades.

Brent calmly peeks at his face down card.

WHAT!?! Is he _THAT_ dense? I thought he was smarter than that.  I guess I'll
have to spell it out for him.

The card dealt face up to Zebron is another Jack of Spades.

"The way I see it, Brent, there are only two options open to you right now.
First, you could get up from the table, and simply walk out of here, reporting
whatever you wished to your "superiors," without any proof.

"Or, you could _try_ to leave this room with one of the cards."

"Well," says Brent, "I would prefer to have you as an ally, even if I _could_
prove any of this."

Brent stands up from the table.

"Oh, and by the way," Brent continues, "I won."

He flips over his card to reveal the Ace of Hearts.  Zebron's mouth falls open,
but he maintains enough presence of mind to close it before Brent sees it, the
latter's attention being focused on retrieving his winnings.

-jak
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Shades nap...
Date: 29 Sep 92 19:46:17 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa


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[R]	As soon as they get aboard the ship Shade goes down to his cabin...

	"I'm so tired...this magic is going to kill me...it takes so much more
	 here than most other places..."

	He flops down on the bed. After a short while he get his silver cup
	and fills it with water, then he mixes in some of his herbs and drinks
	it...

	"Ahh...thats better...now I need to sleep..."

	He lies down again and falls asleep...

	Shadows...darkness...stars...a bright light...a Gate...!!!

	Movement in the dark...a large shadow covering the stars...closing in..
	screams in the night...a shadow with wings...danger...run...danger...
	silence...!!!

	The Dark One wakes up, he is completely soaked in sweat...

	"What was that...a strange dream...but dragons are our friends..."

	Confused he rises from the bed and moves over to the washbasin, he re-
	moves his shirt and looks at the wiry, white body revealed. All the
	scars have disappeared only a few small traces left...

	"I wonder if I'll ever be able to find my way back...I dont age...I
	 loose the wounds when I travel between the Planes...who am I and why..
	 will I ever get any answers..."

	The Dark One sighs deeply and starts to clean himself and his clothing.
	When he is finished he sits down on the bed and concentrates deeply...
	after a short while a book, covered in Runes, appears in the air before
	him...

	"Time to relax and study a little..."

	For the  first time in a long while a sincere smile spreads over his
	face, the green eyes twinkle as much as the starcut gem on his left
	hand...

--
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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Subject: ADMIN: Test, Posting problems. :-(
From: mcutter@gacvx2.gac.edu
Date: 2 Oct 92 19:12:12 -0600
Organization: Gustavus Adolphus College, St. Peter, Minnesota

ADIMN:  Please ignore, Thorr-kan is having a hard time getting through.  It is
making him very mad....  And trust me, a mad minotaur is NOT a pleasant sight.

Thank you.

-Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Gleep, the pseudo dragon. 

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Peace through strength!                          Victory through annihilation!!
Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@vax2.gac.edu OR spock@vax1.gac.edu
Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them!
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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me?
Date: 26 Sep 92 17:20:10 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes:

>Brent: "I've heard your and Littlefair's stories. Is there anyone else
>I can talk to, at least as a judge of your character?"

The drow considered his next step.  He had been deftly and subtley answering
the guard's questions, taking care not to reveal too much, yet revealing
just enough to illustrate that he was not hiding anything.

Yet this guard was hiding something.  It was the way he carried himself, the
way he was too quick to "bend the rules."  Not that Zebron himself had anything
against bending rules every now and then, but that's understandible, after all,
he was...

That's it.  That's the connection.  The dark elf now knew what the game was.

What was the saying? It takes one to know one.

"Sure, Brent, I have a few aquaintences you can speak to.  There is a soldier
down in the common room, Ixnaphior, but he just knows _of_ me, he could only
vouch for me if you accepted rumors and hearsay as testimony.

"There are a few people in the room behind you, as well.  The woman named
Khisanth probably knows me better than anyone in there, and I'm sure you 
could ask her some questions. 

"Like the one you have wanted to ask me all night.  The one about Jaq Spayde."

The drow was hoping he had guessed the next move in the game, and was trying
to force Brent's hand.

[ADMIN: Ball's in your court, Brent.  Do we take the game inside, or continue
it out here?]

-jak
** Character background: you know I love it. **
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Trawm deals with Blade
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 04:05:09 GMT

(With thanks to The Dreamer for the use of Trawm...)

Trawm considers Blade for a moment (also waiting for his body parts to pull
themselves back together) and his wheeling-dealing mind quickly slaps together
a plan.
	He slides his arm over Blade's shoulders (accidently rending it to 
pieces, but Trawm just shrugs; it's just part of the price for a good deal) 
and guides the demented juggernaut away from the door. "Let me tell you what
I'm going to do for you." He starts, displaying that charismatic half-troll
smile. "I'm going to go in and get that Meshtak of yours, no problem...and in
gratitude, I'm sure you'd be more than willing to do something for me...how'd
ya like to fight and kill people in my bar for fun and profit?"

	Blade's eyes glow red. "Blade lives to kill." he mutters. Trawm smiles.
-- 
"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                
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: Re: [ART] Sigh.
Reply-To: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 00:22:38 GMT

>From: Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu>
>
>   The bola bounded over to Miscrir to see if he also tasted like 
>cooked human.  Artimian offered his hand again and said, "Greetings, I'm
>Artimian-"
>
>   "You already said that," Miscrir said.
>
>   Artimian turned to the red haired maidenette and said, "Greetings.
>Might I have the pleasure of your name?"
>
>   One of the night lizards crawled and started playing with a card.  As
>soon as he touched it, the image solidified.  It looked up at Amberle in
>dissapointment.
>
 
    "STOP THAT!!" Amberle half yelled at the little lizard.  With a sweep
she quickly scouped up all of the cards on the table and put them into a
pouch that hung at her side.  It never occured to her to check to see what
the image was that was on the card. 

    "My name is Amberle Mirinara.  I believe you have all ready met Miscrir."

    With some mild theatrics she produced a card from nowhere again and
handed it to Artimian.

    Artimian looked at the card ...

   -------------------------------------------------------------
   |                                                           |
   |    Feeling a little down in the dumps about raising taxes |
   | again on the poor?  Well have the future of your actions  |
   | read at a reasonable price!!!                             |
   |    Fortunes of War a Specialty!!!!                        |
   |                                                           |
   |           Amberle Mirinara                                |
   |                   Fortune Teller of Kings & Queens        |
   |                                                           |
   -------------------------------------------------------------

    Artimian looked up with a puzzled look on his face.

    Amberle shrugged.  "I told them exactly what they wanted to hear.
and well now they have learned that I sorta lied to them actually and
well you know they kinda want me to repay the money." She sighed.
   
    "It was a nice life but in order to escape from one particularly
unpleasant king, (I told him that he would win his war.  I forgot to tell 
him that his entire family would be killed along with half his citizens.  
Of course that was why he won the war!) I started traveling with Miscrir 
and his friends.  That was until Miscrir kinda ruined the whole operation." 
At that Miscrir lowered his head to the table in an obvious attempt to 
not meet Amberle's gaze.  

    "So, and what do you do if I may ask?  Oh and why do you travel with 
such a collection of animals?"

    Before Artimian could answer Amberle pulled a new deck of cards out.
Each card was uniformly black.  All the while looking at Artimian, she
began to build a card house even as he began to speak.