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From: cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au (The Blade of Malchrntyne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Helois senses nasty thoughts
Date: 14 Aug 92 03:33:16 GMT

[ADMIN] Posted for Helios, aka Chris Miller.

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Karl, Radan and Helios wandered through Specifica.
The sun shone through the humid haze, the sweat on their brows
glistening in it's golden rays.

The locals gazed at the trio as they traversed the city,
three such people were not often seen in Specifica :
A Centaur bearing a silver glaive
An elderly fighter with a wooden leg
A strange man dressed in dark colours..who just radiated good...
Even the Lizardmen were perplexed at such a trio.

They were journeying through a street know as Cobbler's Lane when
Helios stopped short.
"He's here."
Radan and Karl turned to their large companion. Karl looked 
questioningly at Radan, who walked back to the centaur, took
his arm, drawing Helios' attention.
"Who' here, big guy ?"
Helios did not move. His face became even more impassive than usual,
if that was possible.
"Shaman."
"The lich ? Here ???"
"Yes."
He turned to face Karl.
"Karl, I beg thee, finish thy business in this city and finish it
fast. There is great danger here, and the sooner we leave the 
better."
Karl was now thoroughly confused, but he knew the centaur only
really opened up to Radan at this stage. Helios had his reasons,
and Karl knew the centaur would not lie. He would have to get
to know this centaur better, he mused.
"Very well, Helios, we shall leave soon."
Helios was grim.
"Not soon enough..."
Only Radan heard Helios' last words for that day.
"He know's I'm here...."




			Helios Darkmane
			--- CENTAUR ---
Who put that delayed blast fireball in my helmet !!!!!!
Let's push this button marked "Idiot" and see what comes out !
jpugsley@mihi.une.edu.au




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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1992 13:45:59 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Gen Con Anyone?

     I was wondering if anyone from this group intended to go to Gen Con,
TSR's annual role-playing convention in Milwalkee (sp?), Wisconsin.  It
starts on Thursday, Aug. 20 and runs until the 24th.  I just thought it
would be cool to meet someone else who posts to this group in person.

     Love and Peace and Unconventional Conventionists,
                     -The Dreamer-
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From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [KQ] Maleiu[Warehouse]: That Was Fun--NOT!
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1992 23:14:54 GMT

Maleiu lay gasping on the floor of another corridor, bleeding profusely from
piranha bites.  His arm, which was already bleeding from the orc-dog bite, had
been savaged more by the piranhas, and the rest of him was not unscathed.

"Does somebody have a potion of healing?" Kron asked.  "Maleiu looks pretty
bad."  Someone murmured that they did[Azzar?]and soon Maleiu felt a sticky
liquid being poured down his throat.  He started to breathe easier and he felt
the pain of his wounds easing.

"Thank you," he whispered, getting to his feet.  Azzar's arrow still pointed
down the corridor.  They kept close together, alert to the continued danger of
becoming separated.  Sure enough, as they neared the opposite door, another
slab emerged from the wall to cut off their retreat.  No murder holes opened,
though.

Kron murmured, "I've got a bad feeling about this..." as they stood before the
door.  Colin turned the latch on the door and pushed it open carefully.

A huge tentacle snaked out, wrapped around Colin's waist, and pulled him into
the room.  "Shit!" he yelled.  The rest of the party saw a large octopoid
creature staring at them with round eyes, and more waving tentacles.  Colin was
lofted high into the air where the creature could study it.  The other
tentacles wandered around lazily.

Rhoan was the first to move.  "Well, don't just stand there--let's go in there
and do something!"  There were slightly embarrassed murmurs of assent from the
rest of the group, and they dashed into the room.  The free tentacles, now
given targets, lashed out with more purpose...

ADMIN:  This here's a Khymrath Leviathan, as I recall, and once we kill it, we
can go down to the next level...  I hope you don't mind Colin's getting
snatched, Jim...  Ah, heck with it.  I >love< taking liberties with your
characters!  Ha ha ha!  ;-}  Tell you what--the next person who posts can have
Maleiu snatched up into the air, too, to give me something to do in my next
post.  Agreed?

--
---Alfvaen(a.k.a. Aaron V. Humphrey)
"There's too many clues in this room."  Gordon Lightfoot
Current Album--Bob & Doug McKenzie:Great White North
Current Read--Henry David Thoreau:Walden and Other Writings
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Wednesday, 12 Aug 1992 12:17:18 EDT
From: <BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R] The Mist coalesces

...The mist began to settle down onto the deck and thicken when
suddenly one of the hands shouted, "Lookada compass!  Lookada
compass!  'sa spinnin' like a gyro!  'sa ghost!"  The man's
eyes lept from one person on the deck to another, radiating
panic.  As the rest of the crew began to mutter anxiously
the cloudy mass shot further up toward the bow, away from the
compass, and then solidified into the form of a young woman
the color of rain clouds.  She cried out to those on board,
"No! No!  I'm no ghost!" She clenched her fists in frustration.
"Ooohhh, dagnab it!  I'm sorry about the compass.  I hope it's
 alright.  I mean no harm...really!  I,...I can even help!"
 She sat down heavily on a thick coil of line.  Then she
 leapt up just a second later, and struck a bold pose with
 her arms outspread and her head high and said, with heavy
 irony, "Here I am to save the day.  At your service, Hazy
 Drifter."  She collapsed down onto the heap of rope once
 again and grinned at the general company.  To herself, she
 sighed and muttered through her teeth, "Better batten down
 the hatches."

 Hazy Drifter
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L2] Desert Storm (Helen, Firecat, and Jabu)
Date: 13 Aug 92 17:59:44 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

ADMIN:  Since the Helen/Firecat/Jabu story doesn't directly deal with the
        others in the Luthor thread yet, I have changed the prefix to [L2]

>     "I think I know what it is, but I hope I'm wrong, because if I'm not,    e
>we're
>all in trouble! Let's make a run for it, and maybe on open ground we have more
>chances of killing it!" ordered Helen, already breaking into a run.
>     Shadow was quickly gaining up on Helen, with Firecat on its back. Jabu
>quickly followed, catching up with Helen as well. They all ran together.
>     "You said 'it' Helen. What did you mean?" asked Jabu between breaths.

     Helen stopped once they reached a flat expanse of sand.  She took out
her two swords and prepared for an attack.  She saw the signs of the creature
and pointed toward the sand with her shortsword.  "The creature is a sand
worm.  Its appetite is unending and it will never stop hunting its prey as
long as it's in the desert.  The only way for us to get out of this alive is
to kill the creature which is almost impossible."
     Jabu, for some reason, didn't like the sound of it.
     Where Helen's sword was pointing, the sand was vibrating from the approach
of the worm.  Suddenly, the sand flew into the air creating a large cloud of
dust.  The creature that came from the desert floor had to be at least 20 yards
in length.  It was grey in color and had a three-part mouth filled with rows
of sharp hornlike teeth.
     Coughing from the dust, Helen moved away from the other two people.  The
fight would go better if they spread out.

ADMIN: Ever see the movie "Dune"?  It's like a sand worm from there, but much
       smaller.

     Love and Peace and Desert Storms,
              -The Dreamer-
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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [W] William's story Part 3
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 01:20:02 GMT

It was as I was walking towards the bar, as I left my masters house,
that the second thing for that day happened. There was a large building,
that hadn't been there the day before situated on the mainstreet.

It was large, stone ( unusual enough for this area ), and hadn't been
there a day ago. With my newfound senses, primitive and weak as they 
were I could also feel magic, but then any fool could have told that.
There was a large crowd outside the building shouting, and attempting
to get in, but there was no reaction from the building.

I walked on, not feeling able to deal with more than one life-altering
experience inone day, and eventually reached the bar, a small wooden
building with some tables and a serving bench. I sat down, to drink
a small glass of mead, ( yes it was sold in glasses, I don't know where
the glass came from ), and try and clear the turbulent mess that was my 
head. The whole world looked slightly different. The same, but . . . 
different, hmmmmm . . . .as though it had a new layer put on top of it,
a new set of colours that told me more of what the world was like.

It was this sense, that dragged my attention to a girl as she entered
the bar. I didn't even notice that she was elven, just that she was an
incredible bright . . . . ummmmm .. . . colour. She sat down opposite
me on the other side of the room, and I just stared, she was the most
beautiful thing I ever saw, radiant, . . .aaarhhhhhmmmm . . yes, well.
Suffice to say she caught my attention in a big way. I was lost at
sea in a well of feelings, magic, incomprehension and  . . . .and . . 
Oh damnit, I need another drink.


-- 
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .
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Subject: [KQ] Rhoan: [warehouse] Moving alongi
From: slskq@smithfield.enet.dec.com (869883 Leep)
Date: 12 Aug 92 12:04:34 MDT
Reply-To: slskq@cc.usu.edu
Distribution: world
Organization: USU student for life

	Rhoan had just entered the hallway when suddenly the passageway
closed behind Marcel, cutting him off from the rest of the group.
Then a side-door opened, revealing several unnatural looking hounds.  The
orc-hounds moved quickly to attack the questers.  The hallway being to 
narrow for bow or battle-axe, Rhoan hastily drew a hand-axe in each hand.
Rhoan tossed one axe at the first mutt to present itself as a target.  The
axe flew true, hitting the dog squarely between the eyes.  As Rhoan threw
the axe, another orc-dog leaped at Rhoan's neck.  Rhoan tried to duck, and 
was partially successful as the dog's teeth grazed Rhoan's shoulder.  The
hound landed in a clear space and instantly leaped again.  This time Rhoan
was ready.  He dodged to the side, bringing his other axe around and slicing
off on of the dog's rear legs.  The orc-dog howled with pain as it tried 
to land on three feet.  The dog landed hard, causing it to bang its head on
the floor and stunning it.  Rhoan quickly put the creature out of its misery 
and then look to the rest of the room.  The other questers had easily finished
off the rest of the orc-dogs and had started to look to their wounds. 
Rhoan's wound was bloody but shallow.  Looking at the orc-dogs, he thought
that maybe getting a cure disease after this was over might not be a bad idea.

	Moving through the kenal room, Rhoan moved just in front of Maleiu
and Thk as the lizardman picked up the dark warrior.  Maleiu came looking
slightly ticked with a very suprised guard.  The party quickly moved toward
the door on the far side as more guards gathered above.  Thk said there
was water behind the door.  The room was filled from just below floor level
with water.  Just as Colin was about to dive in, Captain noticed some
rippling in the water, pirahnass.  After a quick debate, Thk spoke some
strange words as he kneeled before the water.  Instantly there was a four foot
wide passageway through the water.  Rhoan followed the rest of the group
across the room.  He was happy he was wearing heavy leather boots, as the
fish tried to bite the group as they moved through.  Just as Rhoan climbed
up into the doorway, he heard a whoosh as the water filled in behind him.
Malieu swam to safety, taking only minor bites.  The guard prisoner was
bleached bones in under 10 seconds.  Thk seemed to escaped through a grating
in the floor.  Rhoan moves to join the group as they continue on, hoping
both missing comrades are well.


        ##########                                        \
         ########## Rhoan Pathkeeper                       \
         ----------------------------------------------------
         ########## "There can be only one!"               /
        ##########          -Highlander                   /
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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [W] Williams Story Part 4
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1992 03:13:35 GMT

After Serene brings another drink, William comtinues with his story,
though a little more haltingly now.

"There were other people that I knew in the bar, friends from childhood
and others. Most of them I had lost touch with over the years, even though
we had lived only yards away from each other.

They were talking about the new building, saying it was the work of a great
magician, and that this wizard had been seen around the town talking to 
some people asking the whereabouts of a few people. One of the people he
was looking for was me. I also had a vague inkling of why, and I wasn't 
sure I wanted to be found.

At the same time I didn't want to leave. The girl was sitting only a few
yards away from me but I didn't know what to do. Couldn't think what to do,
or at least couldn't persuade myself to do it.

The problem was solved, by the entry of someone who could only be the 
wizard. Long black robes, drak but greying hair and a staff. The staff, was
,  . . . well it was _glowing_, though it soon became appraraent that 
no-one else saw this. . . .except the girl, whose attention was drawn to
it as mine was. 

He noticed this, and started moving towards her, and I, as though some other
force controlled my body for an instant, jumped to my feet and said loudly,
'I believe you were looking for me sir. I am William.'

This distracted him from the girl, who had been gradully getting more and
more concerned as the wizard had started towards her. The same fear, as I 
had felt.

'Yes', he said 'You are. Would you,' and here he turned to the girl, who 
cringed, 'BOTH of you, be so kind as to come with me?' It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

'Oh!', he said as an afterthought, 'And you two as well.' he pointed out, 
two of my childhood friends. 'This way please.', and he left the bar, and
the four of us followed."

William stops, and looks up startled at the strange apparition that has 
appeared before him. Strange clothes, strange eyes, strange . . . .well
just strange.

"Yes . . .?"

Admin: Take it away Roger!
-- 
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .
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From: slg7m@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Azzar [Warehouse] The Beast Enraged
Date: 17 Aug 92 23:44:21 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

Captain and Azzar ran toward the next room as sounds of the battle reached
them.

>	"Somebody has to get in to the body!"  Rhoan yelled over the noise of
>battle.  

They watched as 

>Rhoan was able to reach 
>around and grab his second hand-axe.  He began to try to hack his way
>out, but the going was too slow.  The creature was pulling him toward
>its great maw.  Rhoan stopped his futile hacking and prepared to strike 
>a blow as the creature pulled him in.  Things did not look good.

Azzar quickly grabbed an arrow and her short bow.  But where to aim?  It
probably wouldn't do much damage to the arm, but would it shock the creature
into dropping Rhoan?  Perhaps an eye would be better...

She drew back the string and let the magical arrow fly, hoping that in all the
creature's flailing and everyone's hopping around, that the arrow would fly
true.  She held her breath as the arrow struck its mark:  an eye.  The creature
flinched in pain and loosened its grip slightly in a spasm, providing those
trapped by the tentacles an opportunity to escape, if they were quick enough
and strong enough.

The leviathan was now enraged.  It had been struck in one of its few vulnerable
points and it hurt!  The tentacles flailed around, dooming anyone within reach
to a crushing...or anyone still held by a tentacle to a beating...

			---------------------------

Lady Azzar of Bloodstone
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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [W] William's Story Part the 6th
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1992 01:51:37 GMT

As it turned out Eloise came back to train with the wizard as well.
I can't remember why, she wasn't happy about explaining it. The mage
was happy to take us though.

W etrained for some time, in arcane rites and summonings and illusions
and such. I always liked illusions, but I was much worse at the powerful
spells of destruction that I had imagined in my youth. My illusions though.
They were wonderful things to work with, to mould and change, like the
best most flexible and stongest clay you can imagine.

We were sent off regularly to collect or capture various things. More 
training, our master told us, but we learnt to work with each other, our
respect for each other growing, especially my respect for Eloise. We has
all become good at waht we did. Two mages, a swordsman, and a healer.
Though she was more than a healer as it turned out.

After some years of this life, we were told that the time for our task
had arrived. We were to travel across great seas and then to a forgotten
city in the middle of a grteat desert. Where in the desert no-one knew,but it was only 4000 square miles. It couldn't be that hard to find.

Once we found the city, we were to cpature a bracelet from the devils
that purportedly lived there. Simple. It never ceases to amaze me that
our master even began tp think we couold do this, but he had supreme
confidence in us. Well, was he wrong . . . . 

-- 
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1992 11:35:56 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Last Wishes

     Luthor was keeping the queen from casting spells, Bakr and Permus were
fighting guards, Brycur was trying to get to the queen, and Murell was taking
on one of the Queen's creations, a fiendish humanoid with no skin and plenty
of sharp fangs and claws.
     Murell sliced at the creature repeatedly.  It was getting weaker, but
so was he.  He already had wounds on both his legs, his arms, his face, and
a rather deep cut in his adbomen.  The creature, in turn, was breathing
heavily and its veins suputed blood at several locations.
     Murell tried to use his defensive sword pattern for one opponent, but
the creature was not fighting with a sword and it could attack with both
claws.  Murell backed up further and further until he was against the wall.
IT attacked him and opened a flowing wound down his right side.  Murell
tried to escape by rolling away, but IT pounced on him before he could get
to his feet again.  Murell blocked several claw attempts with his sword
and returned a deep one to the creature's mid-section.
     This gave Murell some time...time to get up and regain his composure
before the next onslaught.  He got to the center of the room and waited for IT.
Slowly, it approached, crossing the room which was now being covered with
the blood of friend and foe alike.
     Without warning, IT put on a rush of speed.  It ran into Murell, taking
him by suprise.  It was too close for Murell to properly defend himself.
The creature pressed its attack and knocked Murell's sword from his aching
hands.  Not knowing what else to do, Murell poked his fingers through the
creature's eye sockets and into its brain.  The creature fell onto its
back and began to convulse wildly.
     Murell looked around for his sword and found it...at the feet of the
other creature.  Wasting no time, it bounded over its fellow creature's body
and grabbed Murell's head with both of its claws.  With no strength left,
Murell prayed for Luthor's success.
     The creature bit into Murell's skull and as his teeth penetrated his
brain.  Murell's lifeless body fell to the floor of the throne room.  For
him, the quest was over.

     Love and Peace and Friends Departed,
               -The Dreamer-
From: slg7m@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Azzar [Warehouse] Sneaking Around in the Dark
Date: 20 Aug 92 13:39:05 MDT
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Utah State University

In article <1992Aug19.172816.25745@sequent.com>, bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne) writes:
> Kron and Malieu, who were trying to figure out how to release the catch on
> the trap door, did so.  
> 
>> the trap-door creak[ed] open.  Kron and Maleiu peer[ed]
>> down the stepladder cautiously.  All seem[ed] quiet.
>>
>> "Allright.  Who goes first?"  Kron whisper[ed].
> 
> "Not me," thought Captain.  With that Azzar said, "We will, you two seem to
> have fighting this octopus down, so you should watch our flank."
> 

Azzar peered into the blackness of the hole the trapdoor had made.  She
rummaged in a pouch and came up with a marble she put in front of her eye.

"I'll look up ahead to make sure there are no immediate nasty surprises."  She 
sheathes her sword and very quietly descends the ladder into darkness.  Several
seconds later she returns.  Some jump as she pokes her head through the
trapdoor, so quiet are her movements.

"The whole level is dark.  The guards must be asleep.  I found 2 guards sacked
out behind some crates in a corner.  They're probably the ones on duty.  I
think I found the stairs down to the next level," she reports.

"Does everyone here have a way to see in the dark?" she whispers to the group
congregating about the trap door. "And can everyone move quietly?"

[ADMIN:  Do we have any tin cans with us? ;)]

As the group makes whatever last minute preparations necessary, Azzar leads
them down to the basement.

			---------------------

Lady Azzar of Bloodstone
From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Gen Con Anyone?
Date: 18 Aug 92 05:22:57 GMT
Reply-To: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au
Originator: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au

From article <92226.134559ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, by ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu:
> 
>      I was wondering if anyone from this group intended to go to Gen Con,
> TSR's annual role-playing convention in Milwalkee (sp?), Wisconsin.  It
> starts on Thursday, Aug. 20 and runs until the 24th.  I just thought it
> would be cool to meet someone else who posts to this group in person.
> 

sorry, I haven't got a spare x hundred dollars to get over there:-)


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