HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Is anyone archiving this?
Date: 17 Aug 92 00:35:42 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide

In article <1992Aug14.221211.5394@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>, aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey) writes:
> The subject line says it all...
> 
> I know that, at least, the Save Dougl stuff has been saved, since I have a copy
> of it in my hot little virtual hands right now(thanks to ...sage), but I'm
> wondering if earlier and later and in general other stuff has been saved as
> well.  I don't supposed that anyone had the foresight to start saving with
> article #1, unless they collect first articles to newsgroups(an interesting
> idea, that)...
> 
> Just curious...I'd hate to think that all my great posts are doomed to
> ephemerality...
> 

Archivers:, I recall some people said that they were archiving articles when 
the group first started, but haven't heard anything since then.
BTW, article #1 will differ depending on the site. Many articles were posted
before all the sites were linked (thus I had ...sage sitting in a blank Inn
for about two days before the rest of the world caught up :)

I have archived the "save Dougl" posts AND converted them to novella form 
(which is currently being proof-read and corrected).
I have also archived the "KronQuesters" thread plus a few other articles
along the way that looked like they may tie in, which the intention of turning
them into book form as well (over 300 posts to-date, phew-ee!).

I volunteer to maintain an archivers list.
If you are archiving particular posts (or ALL of them if you have time and
space) then please let me know. Then if anyone wants to a) read old articles
or b) convert a thread to story-form, then we can coordinate the effort that
would be involved.

Also, if you want an old "KronQuester" article, please give me some info on
who wrote it and when it was written if possible. I've saved them all as
aaa.txt, aab.txt etc (I'm up to aoh.txt), and it takes a fair while to sift
through them all.

Note: once Save Dougl has been proofed and tidied I'll announce it to y'all
and email it to those who want a copy.
It'll require major surgery before being released outside the Inn, since the
style and character interplay will take a lot to figure out by non-patrons.
All of this is being done with "Tales from the Dragon's Inn" in mind, which
will be a collection of shortstories being told at the Inn interspersed with
the activities of the patrons. (at the moment, there's a lot more action and
less stories being told, but short stories will be easier to knock up if
needed than the actions that we are seeing now).

							...sage
From: slskq@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Rhoan: [Warehouse] Up close and personal
Date: 14 Aug 92 13:40:32 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

	Rhoan launched his axe toward the eye of the creature.  His aim, as
usual, was true; but at the last moment, a tentical reached up and blocked
the axe's path.  "Damn, hate it when that happens."

	Rhoan grabbed his battle-axe with both hands and began fending off
the errant tenticals.  After a few slices it became obvious that playing around
with the tenticals was just annoying the beast.

	"Somebody has to get in to the body!"  Rhoan yelled over the noise of
battle.  Rhoan tightened his grip on his axe and started forward, chopping 
at the flailing limbs as if they were vines slowly he made his way forward
until he was within striking range.  Just as he brought his battle-axe down
on the Leviathan's body, a tentical snaked around and grabbed him from 
behind.  The axe stuck in the creatures body and was ripped from Rhoan's
grasp as he was suddenly hoisted into the air.  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.

        ##########                                        \
         ########## Rhoan Pathkeeper                       \
         ----------------------------------------------------
         ########## "There can be only one!"               /
        ##########          -Highlander                   /
From: cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au (The Blade of Malchrntyne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Fight in dead-end
Date: 13 Aug 92 12:10:34 GMT


>a small tingle of a thought formed in the leader's brain. It 
>slowly grew, gaining in size and attention, flourishing and
>developing until it finally spilled over into his conscious
>mind.
>     He had not seen the other warrior for several seconds.

	As Rollik was bantering with the bandit leader, Timelord
was creeping along the ground near the alley wall.  Taking advantage
of the confusion created by Rollik, he had dropped to the ground and
using his skills at silent movement, crept around the back of the group
of thugs.
	Rising silently to his feet, in one movement he cast off his
cloak, drew his katana with his gloved right hand, and swung a blow at
the nearest human.
	The razor sharp blade made no sound as it flashed through the
air, cleanly severing his head.  Before the head hit the ground, Timelord
gripped the sword in both hands and drove the point into the back of a 
second human.  The point emerged dripping from his chest, then twisted and
disappeared as Timelord pulled the katana out of his body.  With a groan
the human slumped to the ground.
	The final human and the ogre spun around at the sound, and the leader,
his eyes widening in realisation, went for his sword.
	"Have at thee, foul brigands!" cried Rollik, drawing his rapier.
	Dropping into an alert crouch, Timelord prepared to take on his
adversaries.  The human drew a broadsword, the ogre a heavy spiked club.
Timelord waited for the right moment to strike.


 The Blade of Malchrntyne (CJ)| There comes a time when the jewels cease to
 Drummond College A100        | sparkle, and the gold loses its lustre, and
 x 3069                       | the throne room becomes a prison - and all
 There can be only one.       | that remains is a father's love for his child
From: hutch@hutch (Stephen Hutchison)
Subject: [D&D] Hugs and Kisses
Reply-To: hutch@hutch.intel.com
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 92 00:27:50 GMT

[ ADMIN: Looks like this didn't get out the first time; here goes again.]

In a place beyond time, two figures stood before a game table.

The gamespace was rather constrained this time, and somehow Death's grin
did not look at all happy.

Destiny, however was extremely happy.

"Cat's game.  I win again, you want to start?"

Death patiently reached out her bony finger and scratched a skull
into the upper left corner.  (In generica, a gargoyle died.)

Destiny gestured, and the middle square was marked with the sigil
of the enigma: X.  (In generica, Alfvaen met with Moriarty.)

Death scratched a skull into the lower left corner.
(In the Forgotten Realms, a fireball toasted several lizardmen)

Destiny waved negligently, and the enigma appeared between Death's
skulls, blocking her win.  (In the Gaps, a hand completed regenerating
its body.)

Death reached again, resignedly.  A skull, at the right side middle,
blocking Destiny from a total win.  (The king of the tunnel crocodiles
died at the hands of the upstart, and was eaten by his children.)

Destiny chortled and touched the upper right corner.  The enigma bloomed
under his finger.  (In generica, a ship set sail for the Rameshan empire.)

"Cats game again, unless you want to play it all the way out."

Death stared.  He was insufferable today.  She ripped the sheet of paper
from the pad, crumpled it, and tossed it onto the infinite heap around
them.  Only (aleph_null - 1) more to go...

"OK, this time I'll start..."

-----

The title, Hugs and Kisses, comes from the practice of signing letters
with "X" for kiss and "O" for hugs ... hence, OXOXOX - hugs and kisses

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From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia
Organization: University of Western Australia
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1992 01:26:48 GMT

Time.


Darkness, and cold.. or warmth?

Time has passed, is passing, was passed...

Confusion, where am I?  
Thought.

Nothing swirls, oh most definitely it swirls, around and around, up and
down.. no.. no up, no down.

Aha, I am here.  And I am me.

Why am I here?


Time passes.

-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au       :\  =>  :) 
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.
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From: ca855@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Robert Allen Coody)
Subject: Information
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio, (USA)
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 92 19:36:41 GMT


I am new to this messageboard and only wish to use you space briefly

-- 
"The Past Lives within the Present"  
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From: hutch@hutch (Stephen Hutchison)
Subject: ADMIN: DQ becomes intermittent for a few weeks
Reply-To: hutch@ibeam.intel.com
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 92 15:53:55 GMT

ADMIN:

This is an advisory post for anyone who's been watching the Dragon Questors
in our attempt to start finding SunStorm's friend TrueSilver...

A combination of strange real-life events will result in a lower than
usual posting rate.  Mike Sander is semi-incommunicado, Patrick Rannou
will be off-net for a week as polymtl is taken offline for upgrades,
Ray Rich is at end-of-summer break (and thus, might actually post MORE)
and the network feed for my group is being moved around.

And Andrea seems to be in the middle of the usual extra work.

We're still here, though, even though it may be a couple weeks of disturbed
postings.

Oh, and the other thing.  ANYONE WHO SENDS MAIL TO hutch@hutch.intel.com

PLEASE change any aliases etc. to hutch@ibeam.intel.com  (our new server).

Hutch  (and sometimes 'Raelf)
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From: patchman@wpi.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: [L] Awaiting the Signal
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1992 16:09:36 GMT


     Brycur waited impatiently in the room of the Queen's bodyguard.  When he
heard the guards shouting about the dragon, it was time for him to act.  He
took the rope that Luthor gave him from his cloak and tied it to the bed.
Then he let the rest fall out the window.  It landed with a soft *thud* and
moments later, Murell was at its top, climbing through the window.
     "How did the guards react?" Brycur asked as he pulled the rope back into
the room.
     "As expected, the guards were confused and one even challenged Permus to
a fight, but Permus won.  They just entered the castle and should be here in
a few minutes."
     "Don't forget our agreement Maice," Brycur whispered to his sword.
     "What did you say?"  Murell was confused.
     "Ah...nothing...just being superstitous."

     The two waited for the sound of Permus entering the throne room.  Their
journey across hundreds of miles, and even across dimensions, had all been for
this moment.  When the moment came, they would be ready.

    
Primary Author:  -The Dreamer-
With some editing and posting by: Brycur
From: z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Mist coalesces
Date: 13 Aug 92 10:13:50 CST
Organization: Stephen F. Austin State University

	"'Here I am to save the day!'?  Mi'lady, I was not aware of the day
needing to be saved.  Of what speakest thou?" Killian asks as he relaxes his
combative stance.
	Looking over to Jenever, he shrugs and sets his staff down with the
rest of his gear.  
	"I must say, this is a rather unusual bunch, even for adventurers.  A
weretiger, a centaur, and now a rain cloud taking human form.  This voyage gets
more and more interesting each day.  With all the excitement, I have even
forgotten why we are here anyway."  Killian chuckles.
	The sailors were busy crossing themselves or praying to whatever deity
they chose to believe in at that time.  Killian had to chuckle to himself as he
watched the superstitous men panic.
	"'es goin' to be the end of us all this 'ere trip is I tell ye," one
managed to mumble out.
	"Keep your opinions to yourself, we pay good money for your ship and
you knew there were unusual types going to be around." The centaur bellowed. 
"Now lady . . . Hazy?  Why are you here?"
	"Fill me in later.  We are docked and Jenever and I are going to swim. 
It's entirely too hot to not enjoy the coolness of the water around us. 
Jenever?" Killian says as he dives over the edge of the ship and into the cool
water around them.

Killian - King of Bards and Bard of Kings
z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu

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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Preparations
Date: 18 Aug 92 16:02:56 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


     After the demon went to fight the dragon, the queen began working out her
plan of attack.  She was confident that she would live to see another day.
Many years ago, an old crone had predicted that the Queen would never lose
a battle as long as her bodyguard was near her.
     Looking around the room, she saw him and smiled.  Then she motioned for
him to come over.
     "I want you to bring me two of your best guards, the strongest ones.  I
have a little job for them," she said with a nasty grin on her otherwise pretty
face.
     Bakr, not knowing any of the guards names, went around the room and picked
out the biggest looking ones, "You...and you...the queen needs something.  See
that she gets it."  Immediately they obeyed.

     As the two guards approached the queen, she took a handful of ash from
the brazier.
     "Your will M'lady," they said simultaneously and bowed.
     Without a word, the queen blew the ash in their faces.  They screamed
in pain and fell to the ground clutching and tearing at their faces in a vain
attempt to remove the ash.
     After thrashing on the ground for a few minutes, the guards were still.
Their bodies began to swell and puff like corpses did after a few days in
the hot sun.
     The middle of the bodies erupted in a spray of blood and bits of flesh
which covered everything within 10 feet.  From the bodies, clawed hands reached
out, soon followed by the rest of the creatures' bodies.  After climbing out
of the corpses, they stood, revealing their full horror.  They looked like men
who were turned inside-out.  Veins twitched over their bodied, covering a mass
of exposed muscle tissue.  Their heads were equally bare of flesh, and through
their eye sockets, you could see their brains if you looked close enough.
     For some of the guards, this was too much.  Some screamed and others
fainted at the sight and the smell of the Queen's latest horror.  Now she
was ready.

     Love and Peace and Anatomy,
           -The Dreamer-
From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Rollik's half of the fight.
Date: 14 Aug 92 09:10:26 GMT


>     He had not seen the other warrior for several seconds.
>
>He was just making the connection between this and Rollik's
>foolish behaviour when one of the bandits behind him collapsed
>in a gurgle. Rollik's hand was already at his rapier's hilt.
>
>"Have at thee, foul brigands!"
>
>With a hiss of steel, the battle was joined.

The leader squared off at Rollik as the ogre and other remaining
human went for Timelord. With a frightened squeak the gnome suddenly
darted through a small door in the side of the alley. Rollik and
the leader were left to duel alone.

In a swift movement the leader flung back his cloak and drew his
sword, a long sabre with a black hilt. Rollik waited fairly until
his enemy was ready.
"I must caution you, sir, that I am a swordsman par excellance,
and my comrade-in-arms and I see it our duty to bring you to
justice. What say you to that?" 

"Aklub al rakfatt" said the bandit leader.

"Pardon?" blurted Rollik.

Magical energy arced from the leader's body to the sabre, forming
deep red flames that licked evilly along the blade.

"Oh" said Rollik.

They fought.

The leader of the bandits was a very proficient swordsman, and helped
by his magic he was a formidible adversary. Nevertheless, Rollik
was soon proven to be a man of his word as he found form and began
to press his attack, fighting with one hand behind his back and
producing meaningful dialogue.

<ting> Ha!
<ting> Ho!
<ting> <ting> Hai!
<ting> Hut!
<thwip> Ouch!

Rollik frowned at recieving a small cut on the back of his left hand.
This vagabond was rather good.

<ting> Hut!
<ting> <ting> Hyah!
<ting> Mmph!
<tthk> HaHa!!

The leader winced at a slash along his upper arm.

<ting>
<ting> ush!
<tssk> Ugh!

Rollik's shirt was ripped where the sabre had gashed his thigh.

Right.

<tingtingthhk.tingshhp.tingtingtingthwap.tingthwip>

The leader gasped in shock and pain, then fled through the door
with Rollik at his heels.


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                                |
Steven Cavanagh                 |        So many women-
(Cav)                           |
                                |                      -So little charisma.
scavanag@neumann.une.oz.au      |
                                |
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1992 11:44:52 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] To The Throne Room

     Permus and Mat hurried through the corridors of the castle, avoiding as
many people as possible.  When they got to the throne room, the way was
blocked by a large man in chain mail.  He was middle-aged, but still posessed
the build of a young man due to hours in sword practice.
     "General Kyress, let me pass, I have business with my mother," Permus
commanded.
     "Permus, when your mother took the throne, I swore that I would defend her
upon my soul.  If I let you pass, I am damned."
     "Then you will have to fight me," Permus said sounding defeated.
     "If I fight you, I will kill you.  I know your tactics better than you
do and I have a lifetime of experience over you.
     "But I can not kill you either.  If I do, then the queen will send every
man who let you pass into the castle to the Red Room to die horrible slow
deaths.  Permus, my son was out there when you came in.  MY SON!  If I kill
you then I am also damned for letting my son suffer such a fate."
     Permus put a mailed hand on the General's shoulder and looked him in the
eye, "You swore to defend my mother, but that woman on the throne is not my
mother anymore.  My mother was killed by that hellish brazier two years ago
and the woman left just looks like her.
     "Kyress, the gods will not damn you for letting me do what is right.  They
will listen to your pleas and release you from your oath.  Now, let me pass and
end the madness."
     The General tore his eyes away from Permus and stepped to the side
allowing him to pass into the throne room.  Silently, he prayed for the
prince's success and mercy for himself.

     Love and Peace and Success (Hopefully),
                -The Dreamer-
From: johnf@apollo.hp.com (John Francis)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Is anyone archiving this?
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1992 16:07:45 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard Corporation, Chelmsford, MA

I'm archiving everything (currently a little over 2500 articles,
taking up around 5 meg of disk space).
-- 
John Francis                                johnf@apollo.hp.com
The world can be divided into two classes :-
 those who divide people into two classes, and those who don't.
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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [W] Willliams story part 5
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1992 08:01:27 GMT

William nods as the Jolly Roger, takes a seat at the table in a most
disconcerting manner, but after the drinks, He's talking quite freely.

"Well, we left the pub and walked towards this building, the townsfollk
looking at us quite strangely as they parted to let us through. We walked
through the door into an ante room, a hallway, then up a set of stairs 
to a long room with a table going the whole length of it. The room was
in fact longer than the building, but we didn't notice this at the time.

On the table was a sphere mounted on a brass stand, with shapes on it. 
Later we were told it was a map of the world, naturallly a magical map
showing the state of the war we were being dragged into.

'Well', the old man said,'the four of you have been chosen for an 
important task. You are going to go on a great adventure such as are
told in the epics. But first you willl be trained to the fullest of
your ability. The two magicians will study with me, the fighter with
my man at arms, and you, 'he said pointing to an old friend of mine,
a fairly pudgy girl who I had known for many years, 'you know what
you are already of course, and we won' be telling the others will
we?'

Well neither the girl, the new one not the one I knew, were happy 
with this. I was just ready to work with my master on what he had
been training me for, and she, . . well she obviously didn't want
to be involved. So we left.

I returned to my master, but not after I had talked to her. Her name
was Eloise Le Fevre, and it became clear that she was an elf. 
I really didn't care byu this stage, just talking to her was a great
thrill, but she left, not for long as it turned out, but she did leave.

I returned to my master and studied with him for some time, but it didn't last
long. He died only ssix months later.  NOthing untoward mind you, hejust
went to sleep one afternoon, and didn't wake up, quite peaceful reallly.

But afterwards, I went back to the oter wizard and asked if he still wanted
to train me. I knew I couldn't train myself.

 
hkjkj
-- 
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: ca855@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Robert Allen Coody)
Subject: Re: Information
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio, (USA)
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 92 20:27:52 GMT


Sorry, my last message got briefed by accident.  I am curious about
this newsgroup and wish to obtain a paragraph or two describing its
mission and objectives. Thank you for the space, this is my last message.
-- 
"The Past Lives within the Present"  
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