HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: Mystfo thinks it through
Reply-To: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 16:53:23 GMT

>The light of the fireplace glittered softly off of Luthor's Golden skin and
>his pointed ears twitched with slight agitation while talking.
>
>Josh felt light-headed...

`All right.  Stop and get a grip,' Josh thought.  `Now, there are two
posiblities.

`The most probable of which is that I am certifiably insane.

`Second on the list is what this...what was his name?...Luthor!  What this
Luthor told me was true.  I'm in a seperate reality, with magic, elves, and...
Well, I don't quite  understand the minature giant thing, but I guess if
somebody wants to call themselves a minature giant, that's their problem, and
I...

`I'm debating what to call somebody who apparently lives in an alternate
reality.  Well, this is not what _I_ had planned for the day!

`Waitaminute!  Maybe Im still in bed? This might be a dream!  Well, depends. 
Is it in color?'  Josh stared hard at Luthor's skin, lightly hi-lighted by the
fireplace.  `OK, it's in color.  And I don't dream in color, so it's not a
dream.  And I wouldn't be this rational if I was nuts.  But then again, if I
was nuts, then I would think I was rational.  But then, how do I know that I
was not nuts before, and now I am sane?  Maybe...

`Maybe all reality is fantasy.  I've debated this one before.  It's a circle,
and it doesn't solve the problem at hand.

`What is the problem?

`What do I do now.  Well, that's not a problem at all!  It would seem that all
the posibilities are open for me.  If I'm nuts, there isn't much I can do about
it. And if it is reality...'

Josh focused on Luthor again.

"Thank you for your help.  Now that I know what is going on, I think ...

"I think that I'm going to have a bit of fun..."

A slow grin spread across Joshes face.
--
Life is like a REALLY BIIIG rutabaga./-----\   Shawn, the very,very,very,VERY
I think.                        |    | * * |   eclectic. And God of The Funky
At least, it tastes like one.  -+-   | \_/ |   Hat. And the weirdo wannabe.
Especially with yogurt on top.  |    \_____/   SRI4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Except for strawberry.          | (3:16 of the NT)  
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From: scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn)
Subject: Re: Someone New
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 21:02:14 GMT

In article <1992Oct4.144233.12900@athena.mit.edu>, scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn) writes:

|> Looking around the inn again, he notices that quite a few people have started
|> to watch the spectacle.  Putting his best 'I meant to do that!' tone in his
|> voice he says, "Well, now that I've got your attention, has anyone seen my
|> laboratory?"

"Hrmph.  So no one has seen it, eh?  It doesn't surprise me, it has evaded my
extensive scrying powers for quite some time.  Well, does anyone perhaps know
the location of Pratashanamsburg?  That was the nearest village to my lost
lab, and perhaps the people there would know of it's current location."

Seeing that no one is paying all that much attention to him, he says,
"Well, if anyone happens to remember something, I'll just be at this
empty table, in the middle of the room."  With that he trots over to
the table he pointed towards and struggles onto the rather tall seat.

While climbing the chair, some people notice a small pouch fall out from
somewhere inside his cloak.  It lands with a slight thud, and the gnome doesn't
seem to notice as it lands just behind his seat, as he proceeds to order
a short glass of cider.

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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Correction: E'Karam takes the GOLD Coin
Date: 30 Sep 92 21:11:23 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


     The coin that E'Karam picked up was the GOLD one left there by Ixy, not
a silver coin.  I have posted this correction to let the net land know that
the coin is now in his hands (actually in his robe :-)

     Love and Peace and Imperfect Memories,
               -The Dreamer-
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kaldir reports back...
Date: 29 Sep 92 04:12:34 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Meanwhile, general Kaldir has just come back on dimension.
"No excuses this time" he mumbles, "Spondeux sure can be a pain sometimes.
So now he wants Ixnaphior AND the Jaq of Spades. Something about a trap
for an old nemesis. Oh, well, enough of this. I've got some people to hunt."
And so Kaldir heads back towards the inn.
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From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Subject: Re: ADMIN's away!!!
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 23:46:57 GMT

When creating a calendar and timekeeping system for Nexus it might be
helpful to consider the local astronomy.  For starters, is Nexus a
flat or spherical world?  (I'd vote for spherical, so that it can better
fit into a greater universe for the purpose of introducing SF-genre
characters).  Let's also assume that Nexus (I refer to the planet containing
The Known Lands) rotates and revolves around one sun.

Science-Fiction and Fantasy literature support all kinds of variety when
considering the rest of Nexus' sky.  There can be one moon, like Earth,
or three like on Krynn.  Naturally the nighttime constellations will be
vastly different than those familiar on the earth.  

Earth's months and weeks are based roughly on the sun's apparent position
in the sky relative to the constellations and to the phases of the moon.
With potentially plural moons and different constellations, there is endless
opportunity for creative calendar-crafting.

Let me stick in an example, and hope it stays canon:  I'll create a
constellation called "The Pendulum" containing several bright, easily
distinguishable stars.  One of these stars orbits another at a very fast
rate so that over the course of the night in Generica the star, "Locus,"
appears to oscillate back and forth.  Nexic (Nexian?) sages and travelers
have learned to determine the time by studying the position of this sky.

This kind of Nexus Lore might well make the stuff of another periodical
information posting, perhaps someone cares to volunteer?


-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 17:11:09 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Mystfo attempts to figure things out.

>Josh paused and took a deep breath.  "I guess that all I can say is that the
>last thing I knew, I was performing at the local American Legion."
>
>"This is NOT the American Legion."
>
>"Anyway, I'm here, and I don't even know where here is, and... I think I just
>want to know what is going on.  Could you at least tell me what is going on?"

"I don't think that I have heard of a Merry Can Legion.  It sounds like a
troupe of actors.  What plane is this Legion from?"  Luthor asked a mystified
Josh.

"I wasn't playing on an airplane.  I was in a building entertaining some people
by doing tricks," he answered confused.

"I didn't say you were on the Plane of Air.  I just asked where you came from,"
Luthor said patiently, "This is the plane called Nexus.  The one that I am
from is called the Forgotten Realms.  That miniaturized giant over there is
from Titainia.  Now where are you from?"

"Miniaturized Giant!?!"  Josh said looking at SunStorm/ShockWave.

"Never mind...you asked what is going on, so I'll fill you in.  You came here,
to the Dragons Inn in the city of Generica in the Known Lands of the Plane of
Nexus.  You entered through a direct dimension-to-dimension hole, which you
left wide open I might add, and landed on the floor there."  Luthor pointed to
the place of his entrance.  "As far as I can figure, you messed up your casting
of the gate spell and it scrambled your memory.  Don't worry, it seems to
happen a lot around here."

The light of the fireplace glittered softly off of Luthor's Golden skin and
his pointed ears twitched with slight agitation while talking.

Josh felt light-headed...

     Love and Peace and Strange Lands,
               -The Dreamer-
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's tale . . .
Date: 1 Oct 92 08:08:41 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


>"Arcania often sends her minions into the other worlds, that is true, and some
>times will act through a dark lord she has corrupted and empowered from the
>wizards native to that plane.  However, more often she merely sends a scout
>to the other worlds to search for a specific enemy who might have fled from
>Arghan to escape her wrath.  I am such an enemy.  Her creatures search for me
>exhaustingly, not being able to strike at me while I stand under the Fellow-
>ship's roof.  However, when I travel, I travel alone, and so they try to
>hunt for me when I do so.  The Shroud prevents them from finding me, and they
>know not of this inn in which we sit, or else they would have set ambushes on
>me the instant I leave.  The excellent magic of the proprietors of this fine
>establishment prevent them from striking at me within these walls even if they
>knew of my patronizing of the Dragon's Inn.

>"Are there any other questions?"

>Waiting for answers, she sips again at her Mistwine.

	Light that was on Kirkils face wanes. His gaze begins to wander, and 
then, while thri-kreen and Farnham follow the stituation at the door, Kirkil 
says:	
	"Mayhaps the neim off Panaga brinks something to you, maybii it was 
somekind of monster ore daemon, 's yuu say, for it not was from that plane 
where I coommt'd my selff to itts destuktion."
	His eyes glare saying this, and he adds almost for himself, 
	"Mayhaps I'll get too avennz the death off Sinyyllea, if not mai 
pairentes lost found..."
	Small wings flap, and green homonculous sits on Kirkils shoulder, 
facing door. It whispers into Kirkils ear and Kirkil says to it something.
	"Zme distoorbans on the door I gaather. Exquz me."
	He sits, and closes his eyes as the homonculuos takes off towards 
the door spitting small flames.
	"I can follouw yoor spellings, tough I mei seem to not be heer. So 
tell mi about thiis Arceina Doorwuals fourmoost misdeeds, pliiz."

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage of Cerdrylann.
    JPESONEN@viikki.helsinki.fi  ///
                                ///   "Is all that we see or seem,
    There are realities        ///     But a Dream within a Dream?"
    Within realities, but     ///      Edgar Allan Poe
                     THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Jonny Steele returns...through the door, this time.
Date: 4 Oct 92 01:11:20 MDT
Organization: Utah State University


	Brazenly walking off the crowded street and up to the Dragon's Inn, a
swashbuckling man with long blue tinted hair, a black hat-adorned with a light
feather- a loose fitting white shirt, and black leather pants covered in
various metal adornments (zippers, buckles, and chains) smiles, shaking his
head.  A jeweled sabre hangs from his side, along with what seems to be the 
hilt of an unusual weapon.

	"What a sight for sore eyes!  I almost forgot my way back, I'll have to
remember to give thanks to Thorn for his help with the gate..."

	Tipping his hat and entering through the door, "Well, lets go see who 
is still around."


	Once he arrives inside the inn, he takes a moment looking around
(making a quick count of the room-he immediately notices the lesser amount of
dark corners...).  Finding an empty table he scans the room for someone he
might recognize...?

		Jonny Steele (sometimes known as "Lord" Jonny Steele)
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kirkil Takes the corner
Summary: Shrouded ones table deserted?
Date: 5 Oct 92 09:50:37 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


	Kirkil sits on the corner table.
	"'zs I seed, pliiz tell mi abaut thiis Arceina Dorwual 
ccahratecrist. Kryalla?!"
	Kirkil starts to frown. Somethings not right in here. His frown 
deepens as he seems to understand the situation.
	"Ouh, soo. All Gounn to duu zomee attackink figures. Letss see..."
	He starts to make some gestures with his hands, when a sudden shriek 
comes behind him and startles him.	
	"Penteleen Gnome!", He shouts, and continues.

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage Of Cerdrylann.

    JPESONEN@viikki.helsinki.fi  ///
                                ///   "Is all that we see or seem,
    There are realities        ///     But a Dream within a Dream?"
    Within realities, but     ///      Edgar Allan Poe
                     THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Blade: raises hell
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 01:37:33 GMT

Blade shambles on a straight course towards the dragons inn. He changes 
direction when he reaches something that he can't get through, but so far
that hasn't been much. So far he has mostly gone through uninhabited back-ways
and alleys, but as he approaches the Dragon's Inn, he walks through a main 
street, used by travelers and merchants as a small, unofficial marketplace.
	Blade first notices a cart of oranges in his way. An old lady gapes
at him from behind the cart, trembling in fear and shock. Blade slams his arm
against the cart and breaks it in two. The lady dives to the side, barely 
avoiding being trod upon and diced by the many sharp points springing from
all parts of Blade's body. The others in the marketplace hurry to clear a path
for the lurching creature, wisely choosing not to get involved.
	A travelling knight, known only as Sir Munchkin and dressed all in
black (with a sword barely visible under his cloak) watches the creatures
unerring progress, and decides to intervene. "This will not do." says Munchkin.
"Surely the Doomblade shall taste the dark blood of an evil creature tonight."
Munchkin draws Doomblade and approaches Blade. His weapon gleams with power.
	"Now, see here..." starts Munchkin.
	Blade does not listen. He does not have time for foolishness. He has
a mission. Blade reaches out and smacks the Doomblade aside, his other hand
reaching in to impale Munchkin on his fingertips. The knight, his eyes open
and lifeless, slides from Blades hand, and slumps to the floor in a puddle of
blood.
	"Kill Meshtak..." mutters Blade, and continues his progress.

-- 
"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: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN Need someone experienced
Summary: Trying to start a new pub group
Date: 1 Oct 92 23:48:55 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


   I'm trying to start a new group like this one, but with a different theme.
(BattleTech).  If anyone could give me information on how to do this, I would 
be greatly obliged.
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From: mozart@altair.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Cragin incorporated ... again!
Date: 5 Oct 92 13:21:03 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

[ADMIN:  Sorry about the delay from the last posting; I have been away]
[for a while, and haven't had time to post.  This continues from the  ]
[most recent posting, in which Cragin was thrown through the ceiling. ]

The dust settles, and there is a long silence in which Cragin lies in a 
twisted heap on the floorboards.  At last, with a muted groan, he twitches
and rolls up onto his right arm, wincing in pain.  His left leg is clearly
broken at about mid-thigh, and his body is lacerated and abraded in countless
places.

He pulls himself painfully up to the nearest empty chair, and lifts himself
with only his arms into a semi-seated position.

"Sorry ... " he says to the other patrons at the table, "I..."  But he lapses
then into a fit of ragged coughs and cannot continue.  Most of the room
turns back to its business, and continues conversations as if nothing had
ever happened.

Cragin grasps a passer-by by the wrist and looks up into his startled face
imploringly.

"Please ... whe *cough* ... where is Littlefair?  And Serene?" he rasps.
"Help me..." and then with a tortured expression, he releases his grasp, and 
collapses onto the table unconscious.






--
Cragin von Pfeffenhausen
Minstrel for Dragon Clan
Sting@Dartmouth.EDU / mozart@coos.dartmouth.edu / (603) 643-5716
  all requests granted!
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: enter a new character
Date: 5 Oct 92 16:16:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.5.11.29.25.1992.5484@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes...
> 
>  Aramus, if anyone looked, stood at 6' and was dressed in some of the more
>'colorful' clothing anyone had ever seen a human wear.  He had on a blue blouse
>and over that, a bright pink vest of some sort of leather.  Knee high black 
>riding boots covered the tips of his purple breeches.  He seemed to have two
>rapiers hanging from his belt as well as several throwing daggers.  He also
>had on a three cornered hat with a wide brim and a white plume.



..coming back into the Inn, Arcadio stopped short upon seeing someone as
garihsly-attired as he was.  With a wide smile upon his face, the foppish
jester/swashbuckler headed for the table, loudly crying, "Brother!  It's nice
to see someone else in this place with a flair for fashion!  Let me buy you a 
drink..."
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Trawm attempts to lure Meshtak out...
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 19:54:13 GMT

Trawm casually saunters into the Dragon's inn. Some eyes turn with distrust
toward the half-troll, but Trawm sneers at them, and proceeds into the middle
of the bar.
	"I'm looking for one called Meshtak...I come with a message from a
'friend.'" bellows the half-troll. Meshtak recognizes his name, and puts down
the nice mug of Black Demon ale (tm) he has been chugging.
	But Littlefair speaks up first. "Here's little Mechatack. He was just
here trying to sell tickets to the page's tourney." He indicates a little boy
about 9, who looks very young and sweet.
	"Thank ya, Mr. Littlefair." chirps the young boy. He looks at Trawm
suspiciously. "What 'friend?'" The boy asks.
	"Yer Meshtak?" asks Trawm, his mouth gaping. Talk about overkill...
Blade vs. this little boy?
	Meshtak walks over. "Wait, my name is Meshtak too...Hey kid, we have
the same name!" Mechatack seems less than thrilled, even a little.. fearful.
	Meshtak speaks up. "So which one of us is it, friend? Did the guy that
sent ya say?"
	Trawm shook his head. "Well, no. But he's just outside. How 'bout both
of ya come with me, and we'll find out which one he wants?"
	Normie speaks up. "Hey, be careful there, Meshtak...Trawm there is
a sneaky bastard!"
	"Don't worry." says Meshtak, his usual courage augmented by drink. "I
can take care of myself." He grips the whip at his side, and with Mechatack,
follows Trawm outside.

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: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: Re: Chip Tries something on Blade
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 20:35:45 GMT

dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes:


>   While busy dodging blade, he sees blade apparently go into a state of 
>confusion (the spell).  Seeing that Blade is ,for the moment, stopped for
>a while, Chip calls upon SSchi'eh.
>  "werjudfb jsqa'as SSchi'eh dfrik Chip'Chirip'Cherebaklamapacth djd ejd
>Idn SSchi'eh HDK HWDGK!!!" With a final shout, Chip stops his chanting and
>for a few moments, silence is heard. Suddenly, every biting, stinging insect 
>in the area proceeds to Blades location and start harrasing him.  Blade, with
>insects going at his eyes is effectively blinded and in great pain as the
>insects go after any wounds he does have.
>  "Anyonez got soemthing else to try?" he asks at the amazed Meshtak and 
>Arcadio.  He then took out from his harness a bright, dark shining chatka
>from his pouch, glowing in a pulsating manner.  He waits to see what else 
>happens.
>
   And, as if on cue, a tremendous War-{Squeak} sounded directly behind Blade.
Sir Tyrone the Wererabbit lept to the attack.  With a bound of his powerful 
legs, the cursed ex-Paladin jumped directly above the Great Mother's creation.
With another mighty {Squeak} he swung his fiercely glowing orange sword 
down in a mighty arc towards Blade's head.
   A thunderous [CRACK] echoed through the streets as an almost irresistable
force struck a nigh immovable object.  The Great Sword of Rabbitkind slipped
from Tyrone's grasp and flew through the air, imbedding itself in the pavement
an inch or two from Meshtak's feet.  The unfortunate ex-knight rebounded from
the impact and bounced down the street aways.  After skidding for a while (and
leaving a trail of rubbed off fur) Tyrone came to rest at the base of a nearby
building.  (The Generican Rabbit-Hunters Guild, as luck would have it)
   Blade, to his immense annoyance, was knocked down again.  Rising to his feet
with his usual "Kill Meshtak!!", Blade ignored the inch-long crack rent into
the top of his skull and focused his wrath on those who stood twixt him and his
prey...


[ADMIN:  I DO hope you don't mind so more help... The crack in Blade's skull is
	 at best a minor annoyance, but hey, its a pretty powerful sword that
	 had a hell of a lot of momentum at the time.]


Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)
Sir Tyrone the Cursed, Champion of Bunnys Everywhere!
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Tuesday, 29 Sep 1992 10:22:18 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's table . . .

     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.?"
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Ixy comes back downstairs...
Date: 3 Oct 92 04:13:07 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Ixnaphior comes down, and sees the shaken form of Kaldir. Carefully covering
his face, he heads over to the 'halfling' As he nears, the amulet shows the
faint tendral which was coming from the coin previously was now attached to
to the halfling.
He walks up to him and whispers to him. "You picked up the coin I left on the 
table, huh? sorry I didn't warn you, there is a tracking spell attached to
it, or rather was attached to it. THat's why IO didn't pick it up. Kaldir here
probably thought you were me in disguise, and tried to take you on. He's 
normally smarter than this, but Spondeux may just be on his case. If you want
the spell removed, you'll need to find a mage who has the ability. Of course,
it can be fun  driving them crazy with two of 'ME' out there." Ixy grins 
widely.
[ADMIN: I gave permission for the use of Kaldir. The above insight Ixy had
about why Kaldir didn't get suspicious of the 'halfling' not looking like
IXy is correct.]