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From: ...sage
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: This Week in Review HELP!
Keywords: archives
Date: 15 Oct 92 04:26:11 GMT
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au

ADMIN: I've had a file crash and the Review was one that crashed,
	just as I was backing it up.
	If you sent me a review ([blade], mage's house, [MI], [L] and
	a few others I've forgotten) can you please send it to me again.

	Major apologies. If its any consolation, the [KQ] one I had
	written went with them too :(

	Ho hum, back to work on it again.
						 ...sage
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From: MJB151@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: hello, how do you play this game?
Date: 15 Oct 92 18:54:04 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

Hail! This is Echelon the Great, speakin to you from my tower down here in SW
PA.  I am somewhat familiar with the format here, because I also have an accoun
t with Pc-link/AOL for my computer at home.  I often frequent the Red Dragon In
n on that mainframe, and I was wonderin if this is an affilliate of that.  I al
so understand that this is a mail system, so it is not incorporated to actually
 talk to others in the inn, like you can on AOL.  This would be a hell of an im
provement, so I'm just offerin some advice.  Also, I was wonderin if there are
any GM's out there that play over the computer.
Well, I must be off to rid the surrounding forests of these pesky hill giant
s, and ogres...  Please reply by mail, to MJB151. Thanx alot. :)
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: CORRECTION:Happening in the city...
Summary: Correction on the story
Date: 9 Oct 92 09:48:11 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


One queing for the drafting center will have to wait for days, because those 
in desperate need(i.e.ablebodied beggars, street urcins etc.) will camp 
outside the tent. Tent has guards...

AND anyone trying to spy whats going on should mail me first...

	Jozma	:-)

    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: scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn)
Subject: Re: The Book of Halflings
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 17:42:18 GMT

ADMIN:
This is a little out of time frame, and should actually take place before
E'Karam's flashback.  For one reason or another it failed to be posted
in its proper place.  All complaints should go to the maintainer of the
apdi time stream.

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

>Back inside, Firgun takes a drink of his cider, and then pours a little
>on the tiny notepad.  After it gets wet, it swells up to become a notepad
>about one foot square.  "Another of my great inventions," says Firgun.
>"Much more portable then your average notebook."  He then opens it up
>and prepares to write on it.  "Now, excepting the purple, prehesile
>moustache, do you look like the average halfling?"

"Oh most certainly.  Most Halflings have sandy blond hair, blue eyes, stand
about three to three and a half feet tall, and weigh about 90 pounds.  I
fit that description almost exactly.  Well, I will admit that I am slightly
lighter than most Halflings my size, but I attribute that to my lack of
funds as of late.  It seems that not too many people are interested in hiring
a Halfling with a purple moustache who gets followed around by a purple
monster everywhere he goes.....Hmm, I wonder if there is a coincidence there.."
for a moment, his eyes go blank.

I am a Halfling,
I have a purple moustache,
A monster follows me everywhere,
The monster has nothing to do with my moustache,

Therefore the monster must not be purple.

E'Karam's eyes refocused.  "Sorry about that.  Now what were we talking about?
Oh yes, I remember, it was about the monster.  I just remembered that I have
never actually SEEN the monster.  People just tell me that it's purple and I'm
color-blind, they may actually be telling me that it's blue.  I wouldn't be
able to tell you see..."  E'Karam didn't understand himself, but he didn't
mind.  Halflings were never known for their brilliant thinking.

"Maybe I can't see the creature BECAUSE I'm color-blind," he said impressing
himself with an illogical leap of reasoning.  Part of his mind was satisfied
with this, and another part considered this subject a threat, so it decided to
switch the subject.

"Hey, you have some really interesting gadgets there.  What kind of mage are
you?"

     Love and Peace and Curiosity,
            -The Dreamer-
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak sees the merman
Date: 10 Oct 92 17:36:42 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

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

>In article <Oct.10.10.30.33.1992.271@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...
>>dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:

>Indigo succeeds in doing what few before him have done: causing Arcadio to do
>a spit-take.  After a few seconds of sputtering and coughing, he says:
>"Let me see if I've got this straight.  You sent it...back?". Indigo nods.
>"Aaaah."  Arcadion sighs, pulls his sack off his back, and begins to go
>through the contents.  "Rubber chicken, sneezing powder, fishing pole, oxcart,
>holy handgrenade...where, exactly, did you send it this time?"  While waiting
>for an answer, he shouts, "HEY!  Anyone want to go fight an indestructible,
>blade-covered, psycopathic killer?"

"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."

[ADMIN: Thus the voting of Blade's return is solved.  There were only a few who
never wanted to see Blade again, but there were some who wanted to fight him
again, some who wanted to question him, some who said he should return in a 
few months, etc.  And this way, Trawm gets what he always wanted.  I won't
post Trawm's reaction to the E.L.F. crew, the runes, the block of ice with
Blade in it, or the note saying 'Happy Birthday, from Indigo'.  But rest
assured, Blade is there.  And he's not happy.]

-jak
From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [BHK] + New Character ( Sarbrek - Feline )
Summary: Jake checks it out
Date: 13 Oct 92 02:18:06 GMT
Organization: University of Arizona, Tucson, AZ

The new guy waltzed up to the table like he owned the place.
With the kind of magic he was packing, maybe he did.
It was a flat disk, with little balls, spinning around on it.
He said it would take us across dimensions.  It didn't
look like it could take us past 19th Street, but I didn't
say it to his face.  I didn't know- he might have been telling
the truth.  He'd have to be a hell of a wizard...or knifed a
hell of a wizard, more likely.  Either way, he was damn
impressive, this Sarbrek character, and he was local color
to add to the story of Blackhawk.

I listened close as he and Steele got to talking.  Somewhere
in the city, the sound of a capella blues began to rise in 
the air.

I knew we would be leaving soon.  Real soon.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 15 Oct 92 21:36:12 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
>   She looks at Ixy, sitting across from her, and says "My apologies for my
>lack of manners.  I thank you for having the thoughtfulness to cast your
>light dimming spell, unfortunately, I have nothing to give in return, not
>even a name."  A sad look passes over her face for a moment.

Ixy listens to this, and a bit of the elf's sadness slips in. Ixy thinks over
how many people he's seen in similar situations through his travels- the small
the large, the weak, the strong, the famous, and, as in this case, the 
nameless.
He decides to listen to the rest of her talk to indigo, as she began while he
was pondering.

>... disipline?  No matter.  I will not overwhelm you with the intricasies of
>greater rune magic and the importance of the proper binding between the
>fount and all its branches, but I will say this:  The rune structure that
>you have built here is inherently dangerous.  No, do not interupt.  Yes,
>... in comparison to some of the horrors that I have seen...."
>   Again, a distant look comes into her eyes for a moment, and her face
>appears sad......

Ixy looks at her, and sees the expression on her. "The dimming was nothing hard
to produce, so no payment is needed. But I can tell that your distress is not
just from the light. Please, tell me what troubles you so. I may be able to 
help. If I can't, I know someone who almost certainly can.
  "You said you cannot even give me your name. I can understand this. There
were times when I, too, had no name to give. But perhaps there is a new name
which you could use until your true identity can be told. In any case, remember
that I am here to help you, if you but ask for my aid, it will come, to the 
best of my ability.
Ixnaphior pauses after this offer, then continues. "You said that the rune
structure is inherently dangerous, and also will not hold. Is there anything
that can be done to fix this situation?"
Ixy then takes out the picture he was drawing, and continues the sketch as he
waits for a response.
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] New Character...Luthor Anside
Date: 15 Oct 92 20:26:35 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

Luthor's eyes opened and then shut immediately from the pain.  He had
the worst headache imagineable.  Well, that's what he got for drinking so
much.  He sat up in the street and saw that a strange assortment of people
were gathered around him.  For a moment, he didn't know where he was, but
then he saw the sign: Dragons Inn!

'Oh my,' thought Luthor.  Apparently, in his drunken stupor, he had
crossed planes...what would Rachel think?  'You know how you get when you
drink,' she would say and then give him a huge hug.

"The Wedding!" Luthor said aloud.  He was going to be late and there
was no way he could get to Eveningstar in a few hours.  Not knowing what
else to do, he stood up and walked inside the Dragons Inn, holding his sore
head.

The door to the Dragons Inn burst open and standing in the doorway was
the familiar form of a Golden Skinned Half-Elf dressed in BLACK.  The Rabble
didn't even pause in their rude discussion about the feamle partons of the
inn to look at him.  He was old news.

Luthor scanned the room and saw only one familiar face.

"Well again, barkeep.  As I recall, your name is Littlefair, isn't it?"
Luthor asked the bartender.  He looked much older than Luthor remembered, but
then again, he had not been to the Dragons Inn for the last thirty years and
humans aged so quickly.

"Yes, my name is Littlefair.  What game are you playing Luthor?"

'This fellow remembers me!  What a remarkable memory for a human!'
Luthor thought to himself.

"I play no game.  I was just wondering if you could give me a hangover
remedy and a quick way to cross over into the Realms.  I have a wedding to
attend," Luthor said happily.

"Really?  Who is getting married?" Littlefair asked while cracking an
egg into a glass of tomatoe juice.

"I am!" Luthor brimmed with pride, "and to the most beautiful woman in
Cormyr."

     Love and Peace and Confusion,
            -The Dreamer-

ADMIN: If anyone is interested in helping him out, Luthor could probably use
       it.  He's a bit confused.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: [BH] Amberle tells on Miscrir
Reply-To: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 02:44:26 GMT


>   "Your card said something about fortunes of war.  I am a king.  I
>left my country in the hands of my bishop, Rayfus."  He sighed again.
>"I don't know what I want to know.  I don't even know how much I can
>trust of your magic.  Somehow divination has always eluded me."

>   Artimian looked at her with eyes that were well on their way to being
>drunk.


    Amberle smiled.  Looking down at the table she muttered "Form".  Quickly
all the black cards removed themselves from the card house and piled
themselves into a neat pile. 
 
    Looking back up at Artimian she reached into her pouch and brought out
her other deck.  Handing the cards to Artimian to shuffle, Amberle began
to look at all the little creatures that were lounging on the table.

    "Shoo!"

    A lizard looked at her and quickly scurried into the folds of Artimian's
cloak.  Pushing all the other bottles and Artimain's pitchers away Amberle
cleared off the table.

    "Where's Miscrir?"  It just occurred to her that he wasn't at the
table anymore.

    "Oh well he just got up... There he is leaving out the front." 
Artimian pointed at the door.

    Amberle sighed loudly.  "You know he is just going to get into trouble
again.  We used to call him 'Miscrir the Mistake Maker'.  Nothing he ever
did turned out right.
    "In our last travels together we were confronted by a group of wolves.
He was infront and the crazy oaf didn't do anything.  He just stood there.
Well when the wolves start tearing into him he gets mad.  The rest of
us rushed up to him to start hacking off the wolves.  All of sudden...
BOOM! He is completely engulfed in fire.  The explosion killed the wolves
but it also killed everyone around him.  The force threw me accross the
clearing.  Dazed I looked up and there he was.  
    "The fire had burned off all his cloths and his hair, but his skin
was as white and perfect as a newborn baby's.  Then he looked at the
remains of the party and ran off crying.  
    "So I finnally find him and he runs off again too get in more trouble."

    Amberle lets out a tremendous sigh that seems to be bigger than her
full three foot frame.

    With practiced ease and speed that was nearly blinding she laid out
all the cards from the deck. 
 
    "So, Look here Artimian this is our life..."  Amberle looked at the 
cards and shuddered.  They were full of Artimian fighting things.  Card
after card all dealing with death.

    Artimian looked with interest and curiously so did the lizards.
"So what does it say?"

    Amberle looked up at Artimian.  "What war were you involved in again?
This just shows you fighting some creatures."

    Artimian picked up a card that was closest to him.  The picture depicted
a dragon roasting some poor human.  
    "What does this mean?"

    "Oh that." Chuckle "That is just what you mother thinks of you."

Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Another slim, dark stranger...
Date: 14 Oct 92 07:05:19 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Oct.13.10.32.22.1992.9406@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
> 
> "And as one being who lives under the surface to another, if you're looking for
> help in any situation, I do believe you've come to the right establishment."
> 
> [ADMIN: Ok, ok.  Another corner.  How many are we up to? 24? 25? And, yes, 
> being the creator of Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee, I just _had_
> to respond to this drow.  Good thing Indigo's around.]
> 
> -jak
-- 
   [ADMIN:  This is just a little out of chronological order since I got
impatiant and posted 3 messages in one day...{Sheepish grin...}
   P.S.  To any psionic characters within the bar at this time, you felt a
powerful intrusive attempt as the drow was standing at the bar.  
Logically, she was the cause, but as it would have been unwise to lower
your mental shields during this probe, you cannot be certain.]

   The young drow starts at the sound of Indigo's voice, guiltily looking
up in his direction, but her eyes betray the fact that she is not seeing
reality.  She looks through Indigo for a few moments and then smiles sadly
and turns back to her knees to cry.
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (HWRNMNBSOL)
Subject: ADMIN: Re: Please Help
Organization: Rice University
Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 16:02:15 GMT

In article <52890001@hpwrce.mayfield.hp.com>, kingsley@hpwrce.mayfield.hp.com (Kingsley Morse) writes:
|>               Please answer these 9 questions and return.
|> 
|> 1.) Do you think equal rights for men and women is generally a good idea?

[survey deleted]

To the author of this survey:  do not post this stuff to this newsgroup.  There
are plenty of other forums in Internet for you to post your surveys.  This
group is for fantasy interaction and role-play ONLY.

To the members of this newsgroup:  please do not justify this survey by
responding to it.  It is important that we preserve the intent and focus of
A.P.D.I.  If you see this survey posted on a more appropriate group, then all
bets are off.

I mean no offense, and hope none is taken.  Thank you for your attention.

HWRNMNBSOL
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak sees the merman
Date: 10 Oct 92 17:00:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.10.10.30.33.1992.271@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...
>dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:
> 
>"Well, since that sort of logic was good enough for you landlings, I took it
>upon myself to show you the error of your ways.  It came from the sea, and you
>sent it back, correct?
> 
>"So, as I see it, it came from the land, so I sent it back."




Indigo succeeds in doing what few before him have done: causing Arcadio to do
a spit-take.  After a few seconds of sputtering and coughing, he says:
"Let me see if I've got this straight.  You sent it...back?". Indigo nods.
"Aaaah."  Arcadion sighs, pulls his sack off his back, and begins to go
through the contents.  "Rubber chicken, sneezing powder, fishing pole, oxcart,
holy handgrenade...where, exactly, did you send it this time?"  While waiting
for an answer, he shouts, "HEY!  Anyone want to go fight an indestructible,
blade-covered, psycopathic killer?"


                                                       --Ben
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: SHROUDED ONE, YOUR ADDRESS!!!
Summary: Mail keeps bouncing back...
Date: 7 Oct 92 09:20:43 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Hello, Eric.

There seems to be something wrong either in your email-address or our 
mailserver, because my mail to you keeps bouncing back.
The Mailserver just says <<...user unknown>>, and thats all...

I really have you something about a story I had in mind, so please send me 
your address...!

	Jozma	:-(
	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: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] attack of the demon horses
Date: 16 Oct 92 14:06:57 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:

>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
  Chip', notting the dangers, said to Sir Tyrone at his side, "Youu get the 
innocentss, I'll start on the Creaturess"  
  Horses, horses,  Chip' thought. Ah, of course.  Quickly he called several
small fleas to him and then chanted.  Each of the 5 fleas suuddenly started to
grow at a fast pace until finnaly they were about the size of a large dog.  
Chip' quickly talked to them in a strange tongue.  Whatever it was Chip' said,
they seemed too agree with it and grouped around chip'.  The fleas then jumped
away in one long bound behind the building.
  Chip' took out one of his Chatkcha and started chanting again.  Finally, 
two beeams of energy emerged from chips upper two hands and thechatkcha started
glowing a dull blue.  Chip leapt to the top of the mansion and through his
chatkcha at the hjeart of the blaze. Where it hit, the fire instanly went out
as the rapidly growing ice from the shattered chatkcha outgrew the fire.
  Chip', his battle humming now at it's loudest, his gythka both glowing bright
leapt in to atack the horse creature.
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Admin: If anyone want to join in on the fun, go ahead.  The fire is only 
temporarily being held at bay, the spell that is holding it back will not last
forever, but it should last long enough so that the local fire brigade can get
there in time.  Of course, They might not like two mtant horses, but hopefully
they should be defeated by then.  Oh yes, the fleas went after the 
firebreathing horse.  Chip' is not sure excactly how long they will last, but
he hopes they last long enough to at least delay, and hopefully weaken the 
horse creature [Gee, i wonder mutant horse blood is poisonous to fleas :)
please say it isn't, the reason i picked fleas instead of somehing more deadly 
like wasps is that fleas are more ironic, plus the fact that fleas don't have
wings thaty can be burnt off :) ].  the balls in your court
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Alt.pub.havens-rest  *     Don shaffer
   yes,yes,yes       *     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
Lets here some       *
replies-mail me      *  
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