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Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Thursday, 8 Oct 1992 09:15:27 EDT
From: JILL <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R]Radan Blushes(Bronwen) A NEW CHARACTER-Angus Sutherland...

Jenever glanced back to Bronwen.  No, she definitely did not care for her.  All
flash and promise, no meat; however, she would be forced to protect their
charges at least as far as Generica despite her personal feeling toward any of
them...as long as she didn't get in the way, or get too friendly with a certain
member of the "pleasurable" sex.
     "You finish kitty-cat?" she queried, and tugged gently on the single black
lock.  Killian seemed a bit occupied with introductions and other pleasantries
regarding the newcomers, so she left him sitting there.  She stepped outside
into the warm night air, and gazed up at the stars.  It was always clear out on
the water, and she reveled in the scent of the sea air.
     Her gaze drifted back down to earth.  The gash she had received in Ramesh-
an didn't hurt her much, but it galled her to wear the bandages.  Up to this
point she had done so only at the behest of her lover; now she ripped it free.
A little blood flowed, and then nothing.  She new she would be scolded, but she
felt much better for it all the same.   She resolved to spend more time in
practice, (and just a little less in play) determined never bear another scar.
Quite an undertaking, she thought as she drew her sword, but what was life with
out goals?
  *   JILLIAN MAREE THOMAS  *
*  34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU *
*  "I'M JUST A GIRL WHO CAIN'T *
  *    SAY NO" -OKLAHOMA    *
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Korbic: bushwhacked! (Hendrix)
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 07:25:03 GMT

Korbic rode along at a slow pace, to avoid straining his horse too much and
jostling Mechatack. Behind him, Beethwax, Marcus, Walhelm and Jord rode also
slowly; they were in no hurry to get back to the barracks. Korbic was a 
tall swarthy man, one women found attractive because they said his small
greasy moustache made him look sinister. Beethwax was a cheerful blond man.
Marcus, studious, quiet, and dependable. Walhelm was powerfully strong but
very crude and somewhat sleazy. Jord was called coyote because he was so hairy
and because of the rumor that he had once bitten a resisting thief. All were
fairly dependable men, except perhaps Walhelm.
	As Korbic turned his head forward, he caught a flash out of the 
corner of his eye. Something streaked past his face, and he felt a quick cut
appear on his cheek. The creature hit the ground and bounced backwards, moving
too fast for Korbic to make it out. It bounced past Beethwax, almost making
his horse rear, and then jumped onto the back of Walhelm's horse, jumping all
the way over Marcus' head. Jord rode in back, and the creature sprang right
at his face. Coyote moved his head to the side in surprise, and the creature
bounced past him, and tore into a nearby alley.
	Beethwax strained to calm his panicked horse. "What the hell was that?"
hollered the blond guardsman. "I..I think it bit me!" His face bled slightly.
	Mechatack was going nuts. "It bit me! It bit me! It was Creepy Charlie,
an' it bit me!" He was bawling tears. Korbic had to fight the urge to slap
the little brat.
	"It wasn't Creepy Charlie." he said, raising his voice so that all
could hear. "I think it was a rat. Some kind of crazy jumping rat of some
kind. I didn't get a good look though. Coyote?"
	"No, sarge...it went by too fast...hey, sarge, it bit me too...you
think it mighta been diseased? I'm feelin' a little sick to me stomach..."
	"It's just your imagination. But if it'll make you feel better, we'll
check in with the healers when we get back. all right?"
	"all right, sarge..." murmured the four guards, and they continued on
their way.
	Hendrix watched from his alley. He had gotten all six of them, and
even three of the horses. "Mother will be VERY pleased..." he murmured happily.

Hendrix the Spawn
-- 
"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: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] At the Inn: You did WHAT?
Date: 10 Oct 92 23:15:49 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad) writes:



>     "You GAVE Blade to Trawn?  Art thou insane?  All someone need do is scuff
>one of those runes, and all those within that Inn are doomed!"  Needless to
>say,
>Sir Tyrone is a little upset. 
>     "Mayhap thou does not understand exactly how powerful Blade is.  Look
>here."  Grasping his Great Sword by its bright green hilt, the Wererabbit 
>freed the glowing orange blade.  "This sword is...

       (Majority of Tyrone's tirade deleted)

>              ...May Mielikki the Lady of Forests and Protector of Rabbits 
>have mercy on us all."  And with a sigh, he thrust the sword back into its 
>scabbard.
>     Yup, Wererabbit or not, Sir Tyrone still TALKS like a Paladin....

"My dear sir," responds the merman, "How can you measure power by that of a 
metal stick?  Armor?  Toughness?  Dragons?  Liches?  I scoff at your
benchmarks of power!

"The true power lies within the mind.  This 'Blade' creature had only one
defense there: his singlemindedness.  Which, to anyone but a novice in the
psionic arts, was quite simple to avoid.

"As to those runes of which you say 'can easily be scoffed,' I take offense.
I paid good money to have silver runes etched there, and that should be 
enough to keep him in line."

Indigo slips back into the tank, and does a couple of flips and twists to wet
himself down, then returns to the surface once more.

-jak
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [KQ]Silken getting close.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 14:17:39 GMT

   ADMIN:Before I give you this instament,I want to ask have any of the
KQ'ers got a list of aliases for a unix system?

i********************************************************************
   Silken was worried now.He couldn't telll Lucien of his Vampiric
nature.This was his total secret.
  " Lucien,I must know of Kron and his friends.What do you know of
them?"

*********************************************************************
   The dark elf had told Silken a lot,about the Joystix factory raid
and the way that the group had been actin slightly strange.Lucien had a
good ear for news.He had also told Silken that Rhoan Pathkeeper was with
Kron now.This grimly satisfied the elf.He had saved Rhoan's life aboard
the Broadmarch from the vile Cassandra.Now Silken searched for the mind
of Rhoan Pathkeeper.He recalled the old memory,and sought one to share
that thought.
  Then he had it!!
  He could sense Rhoan and Kron,and many other people.It was very late.
They had gone into the Shunned Center in Low city.Silken stopped.He knew
that it would be close if he could reach them at all.He ran.

   
--
>>>[Mithranidir]<<<  >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<<

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: >[blade] korbic...
Date: 9 Oct 92 18:49:49 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


  As he follows the others, Chip' is certain that he saw something leave 
from the top of building.  After quickly chanting a spell, he resumes following
the others.  Although the flying creature didn't know it, he was going to
have some company with him tonight. 
  [ADMIN: Chip is currently tracking it and know generally what it's doing
          due to the many insects tuned ti Chip and looking out for the 
          creature ]
***************************************************************************
 Horse, Why should  *  chip'Chirip
  i ride a horse,   *  Champion of the Great Queen Mother
  don't you know    *  aka Don Shaffer
 you're not supposed***      dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
to play with your food*
******************************************************************************
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 19:50:21 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Blade] Blade vs. The Ultimate Warrior

     Trawm was insane with happiness.  His dreams were coming true, the
demon creature was in the pit, his bar was packed.  Everywhere, people
were straining for a look at the creature and sometimes, when they got
too close, they fell in, much to the delight of the other patrons.

     Blade himself was not happy.  He waded back and forth through the
pool of blood that came up to the middle of his shins.  All he wanted to
do was forget his failure and go to sleep at the bottom of the ocean, but
now he was stuck here.
     Well at least he got to kill things.  He had even managed to kill
Trawm two or three times which made him feel better.

     Trawm looked at the door.  Any minute now, he would be getting some of
the patrons from the Dragons Inn.  Now THAT would be a fight to see.

ADMIN:  Well, I'm not running the [Blade] thread and I don't know what plans
        you guys have for him, but Trawm is a VERY happy Half-Troll right now!

     Love and Peace and Happiness,
            -The Dreamer-
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade] Indigo cometh
Date: 9 Oct 92 05:06:36 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:

>In article <Oct.8.21.06.56.1992.25336@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...

>Arcadio staggers over to the tank and looks at the merman for a minute, then 
>says:  "I'm waaaaaay too drunk.  It almost looks like...naaah.  Whawuzzat you
>were saying, though?  Blood-crazed fiend on the ocean floor?  Hmmm...soundsh
>familiar somehow...(looks at Indigo again)  'scuse me...are you part fish or
>have I had too much to drink?"

Recognizing the inebriated gentleman as the "pie-thrower" he sensed in Blade's
thoughts, Indigo has a little fun.

"Sir, I am not _part_ fish, but _all_ fish.  I am really a nice codfish.  So,
if you are imagining me speaking to you, and you don't normally speak to
the seafood in the inn's new lobster tank, then I suggest ceasing your
partaking of any substance other than coffee."

** Who says vengenge can't be fun? **
-jak
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [MH] Resolution
Date: 13 Oct 92 04:12:20 GMT
Organization: Computervision


		The dark elf, still shaken from killing the wolf, went
	over to the human body on the floor.  It fit the description
	of Wagonfeld.  The elf could see bites and other signs of mauling
	on the corpse.

		Hubarak looked over the elf's shoulder.  "This be your
	mage, aye?  Are we to bring the body back to thy guild house?"

		The elf, still gazing at the dead man, shook his head.
	"We came to find info.  When I report this, they can come and
	deal with...it."  He shuddered a bit.

		Hubarak nodded sagely.  "Then the information we seek is
	in this laboratory, mayhap."

		"Most likely."  The elf stood up and went over to the
	workbench.  A book lay open amid the clutter.  A lab book.  He
	flipped through it until he came to the last few entries.

		After scanning the text he summed it up for the ranger.
	"Lycanthropy.  Wagonfeld was researching it, on the theory it's
	a disease.  The wolf was one of his specimens.  Obviously he lost
	control of his experiments."

		"Surely, he would not have run such experiments sans a
	partner or twa."

		"Actually, mages tend to be rather...solitary when it 
	comes to work."

		"Aye.  And now, friend elf, what remains to be done."

		The elf considered a moment.  "Well, next thing for me is
	to report to the guild.  They'll probably send a team in here
	later to deal with details.  And for you, I guess the next thing
	is to collect on your contract."

		Hubarak nodded again.  "'tis true, most like.  And now
	is a good time to be going as any."

		"I hope the journey back is less dangerous than the one
	up."

		"That tends to be the way of it, I've found."  The two
	left the lab through the open panel and up the stairs to the
	main floor.  "I do have one question for ye, though."

		"Shoot."

		"Didst thou know he was involved in research on 
	were-creatures?"

		"No."

		"Then why wert thou armed with a _silver_ dagger?"

		The elf smiled, and let out a small laugh.  "Believe it or
	not, it was a graduation gift when I finished my apprenticeship."
	He held it out for Hubarak to view.  The ranger could tell it was
	meant more for decoration than combat.  "Lucky I had it."

		Hubarak grinned.  "Then, my friend, with such luck you
	may just survive the adventuring life."


		And so the pair started their way back to the guildhall.


	ADMIN:  so ends the Mage's House thread.  Thanks to Matt for
		letting me use Hubarak after he had to give up posting
		due to time shortage.

	Michael, the Chaotic
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Korbic, Meshtak, and enter Hendrix
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 17:32:26 GMT

Korbic looks at the strange group of individuals gathered, and tries to
decide whether to arrest them for disturbing the peace or reward them for
saving Generica from that knife-coated creature. Finally, he sights Mechatack,
the page from the keep, and decides that his first priority should be to take
the pathetically innocent looking lad back to the keep before he got into
trouble.
	"Come, Mechatack. It's time you got back." he said gruffly, helping
the lad onto his horse. The four other guards, Marcus, Beethwax, Walhelm and
Jord called Wolf, waited patiently.
	Mechatack spoke through tears. "It tried ta kill me, Korbic! It was
Creepy Charlie, like tha stories, an' it tried ta kill me...!"
	"No." said Korbic. "It was just another weirdo from the Dragon's Inn."
With Mechatack sitting in front of him, Korbic started his horse forward, 
heading back from the keep.
	Meshtak, meanwhile, started back to the inn. "Come on, you guys." He
said to the others. "Let's go inside and see if we can get any information."
He walked into the inn.
	From a nearby rooftop, Hendrix watched. "Mother will not be pleased."
said the little motherspawn. (or was it mother's pawn? Sometimes Hendrix
wondered...but he lived to serve mother, that was for sure.) Hendrix was
small and wiry, his thin, flexible frame and small size (about .6 meters)
letting him get to places others could not. It made him the perfect errand boy
for Mother. His sharp eyes blinked, watching as Meshtak and his new group of
companions talked amongst themselves.
	Only for a moment. Hendrix had manipulated things on the surface world
for Mother for quite a long time; he was often the man behind the scenes, the
one that made sure most things went Mother's way. And he had another mission.
	Hendrix ran quickly, springing from rooftop to rooftop, following
Korbic and the guard. And in his hand, he held a small vial...

Hendrix the Spawn
-- 
"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: rt22@unix.brighton.ac.uk (Richard Thomassen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Its back...........
Date: 13 Oct 92 14:08:56 GMT
Organization: University of Brighton, UK

(Bloody editor)

Any body remember me?
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] At the Inn: You did WHAT?
Date: 11 Oct 92 21:53:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.10.19.15.49.1992.7360@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...

>"As to those runes of which you say 'can easily be scoffed,' I take offense.
>I paid good money to have silver runes etched there, and that should be 
>enough to keep him in line."
> 
>Indigo slips back into the tank, and does a couple of flips and twists to wet
>himself down, then returns to the surface once more.



..at the Spitting Cobra, Trawm was close to tears of joy.  Since the arrival
of his new "attraction", people had been flocking in to see the Motherspawn 
(and buying plenty of drinks besides).  Leaning back in a chair to take a 
breather, Trawm sighed with contentment.  "Life is sweet," he thought to 
himself, "And I'm finally getting the breaks I deserve."
   Meanwhile, one of the seedier-looking patrons nudged his companion. 
"Hey, Marek, get a load of the decorations on the ring," he said, pointing
to the runes which kept Blade trapped, "They look like solid silver!  Probably
worth a tidy sum..."
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] two horses arrive, alone
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 04:09:32 GMT

Two horses finally arrived at the Keep. They were identified as the horses of
Beethwax and Marcus, but there was no sign of either of the two guards, nor
of the other three guardsmen accompanying them. A patrol was sent out on their
probable path home, and found Walhelm's horse dead in the street, its limbs
at very strange angles. The patrol turned into a search party, but they
found nothing else.
-- 
"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: rhr9081@hertz.njit.edu (Ray Rich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: The Cartographers' Guild
Date: 14 Oct 92 21:39:44 GMT
Organization: New Jersey Institute of Technology, Newark, N.J.


	
Due to a thrashing of my Internet access, I no longer have the address of
the individual who requested my info on the Royal Generican Cartographers'
Guild.  If he/she/it is still present would she/he/it please mail me 
again. 
	Sorry to waste all of your time.

						Ray
						aka Valgar
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] attack of the demon horses
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 07:56:06 GMT

A man runs up and starts waving his arms at Chip. The fear and desperation
is apparent on his face. "Help! Help! Two demon horses are attacking my
house!" The man indicates a nearby mansion (Chip can see it if he's in the
air) where a fire seems to be raging in the yard outside, threatening to
move onto the house. On the roof of the house, a woman and a small child
cower. They are cowering from a strange horse (?) with wings and a very long
neck, which is fluttering around them on the roof and snapping at them with
very un-horselike fangs. The woman is defending herself with a dagger, but
appears very unproficient in its use. It looks bleak.

ADMIN: There are two mutant horses. One can fly, the other can breath fire.
If you want to give them other mutations, go ahead.

ADMIN to Sir Tyrone: One of the mutations, who hasn't been seen yet, is
supposed to be a werewolf with silver fangs and claws. Obviously Hendrix
intended this one to go after you. (The mutations name is Coyote.) (I would
have called him Wolf but someone might've objected... 8)   )



-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica                
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak sees the merman
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 18:58:46 GMT

In article <Oct.10.13.36.42.1992.2786@dorm.rutgers.edu> jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
>
>"Well," says Indigo, "You'd have to ask Trawm for the honor.  And he'd probably
>charge you.
>
>"You see, when I was rumaging through the Motherspawn's tiny little mind, I
>noticed that the half-troll _wanted_ the monster.  You don't.  I don't.  So,
>I gave it to Trawm.
>
>"Yes, that's right.  I encased Blade in ice, then sent it via E.L.F. courier
>to Trawm's bar.  Along with a mage who's placing runes around the wrestling pit
>so that Blade can't escape, much like he couldn't enter this place.
>
>"See?  _That's_ a solution.  Everybody's happy."
>
At this announcement, there is a small gasp from the patrons, and a flurry as
a number of patrons, including Cliff and Norm, rush towards the door.
"Hey!" protests Littlefair. "Where are you going!"
Only Norm looks back. "Uh...sorry, Littlefair...just remembered...I left my
horse double-parked..." He streaks out the inn in the general direction of
the Spitting Cobra. (Which now has a big sign on it reading "Blade vs. The
Ultimate Warrior....title match!" Trawm has wasted no time.)


-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica                
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From: choir@eniac.seas.upenn.edu (Robin Choi)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: A new Adventurer
Date: 16 Oct 92 06:15:27 GMT
Organization: University of Pennsylvania


        As the last light of the day starts to fade into the horizon,  the      denizens of Generica, a myraid of different sizes and races, start to hurry on their ways in search of their homes or to sit by a warm tavern fire.  Tonight was going to be a cold one.  Meanwhile a lone figure wrapped tightly in a grey weather beaten travelers cloak eyes a particular building.  Noticing the warm   glow that emanates from its window and the aroma of a good meal, lures the     figure towards the establishment.
        Moments later the doors to the Dragon's Inn slowly open.  The figure    at the door attracts very little attention.  Still wrapped in the cloak, he    slowly walks over to an empty spot at the bar and from time to time the figure indulge in the sights and sounds of the inn.  In a moment the barkeep asks     "what would you like?".  The figure replies "have you got anything hot, and    filling?, I'm pretty hungry at the moment".  with a nod the barkeep says       "just got a full pot of steaming ste





w in the kitchen". With that the barkeep   leaves to the kitchen.  
         The figure turns around and looks at the various patrons of the inn,   and also sees that the inn is rather cavernous, maybe due to the seemingly     endless corners that embodies the inn.  He walks over to a posting board       and scans the various bills and postings.  A moment later the figure pulls     one off the board.

    |----------------------------------------|
    |    Moriarty Investigations,  Inc.      |
    |                                        |
    |        Magic and Muscle at your        |
    |    service! No problem too large       |
    |     or small! Reasonable rates!        |
    |                                        |
    |    15A-Gamma Cor Coroli Lane           |
    |      Just off the Arcade of            |
    |        Unforgotten Heroes!             |
    |----------------------------------------|

        The figure tucks the bill in his cloak, and sees that a plate of        steaming food lies on the bar table.  The figure walks over to the bar and     just as he was about to proceed in starting on the meal, his hood quickly      falls back revealing a shock of silvery-platinum hair, and a quick glance      revealed eyes of, strange enough, violet.  Quickly the hood was placed back up        As the figure was finished with the wholesome meal, he waited for the   barkeep to come over.  When the bark





eep did arrive the figure asked "could you point me out to where I can find this Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes?"....


Robin Choi aka Choir
(choir@eniac.seas.upenn.edu)