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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
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Subject: Ixy escapes (barely)
Date: 10 Nov 92 22:33:46 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

[brief recap: Ixy is capture by Kaldir and is trying to convince a guard to 
aid his escape. He tried to send a telepathic message to Zweldron, a wizard
in his homeworld.]

The guard, not wanting to be obviously helping him whispers to Ixy, "I can 
lure one away, but any more would be suspicious. You're on your own then." Ixy
nods agreement. The guard goes over to one of the others. "Let's go scout the 
area again. HE isn't going anywhere, and the others can take care of anything
else." the two of them go off exploring.
_Time_for_one_of_my_other_talents_ Ixy thinks, as he finishes working his hands
free.he gestures towards Kaldir's tent, and the tent falls silent- not even
the slow easy breathing of Kaldir could be heard if your ear was against his 
mouth. One of the guards goes to investigate, while the other gets closer to 
Ixy. Ixy gestures at this guard and then hits him with a strong punch in the
stomach. The guard grunts, but no sound escapes his lips. before the guard can
get up, Ixy hits him in the back of the head, and he falls with a light thud
on the ground. Ixy retreives his equipment and starts to go away, when the 
guard returns from Kaldir's tent, with Kaldir. Grabbing an extra dagger, Ixy
throws own at the guard, wounding him in the shoulder, and then disappears
into the woods.
  The guard starts chasing him, calling for the other two for help, while 
Kaldir vents his silent anger at the guard on the ground. Using the power of
his ring, Ixy easily evades the guards by checking the area for thoughts about
him. eventually, Ixy reutrns to town, and cautiously makes his way back to the
inn.

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From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
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Subject: Re: [TW] Moria: Horses??? Oops!
Date: 10 Nov 92 00:03:09 GMT

In <1992Nov9.085603.3797@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>In article <jpesonen.103@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
>> 	"You have horses, I gather? "

>   "Horses?  I cannot speak for this strange knight here, but Indigo would
>have little use for a horse, and I travel on foot unless the need it great. 

"I don't need a horse.  My armor is capable of taking me wherever I need to
go, faster than a horse.  And, I am not one of those foolish knights who
runs around refusing to do anything but the 'honorable' thing.  Those types
end up dead."

>   Her head seems to gain weight as time wears on, until she sits at the
>table cradling her head between her hands with her eyes closed.  After a
>moment she shakes her head and looks up.  "Excuse me, I seem to be having
>trouble keeping my eyes open." 

Kotaro holds out a small pill.  "Try taking this.  It will recharge your
energy reserves without deleterious effects.  However, you will need more
sleep than usual afterwards, but at least we can be on the road.  And, if
you would like, I can request transportation that might be more comfortable
than whatever you can put together."


kotaro toka
cyber-ninja
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From: johnf@apollo.hp.com (John Francis)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: This Week in Review
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 17:35:05 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard Corporation, Chelmsford, MA
Keywords: archives

First: Thanks, Pete, for providing this excellent service - I'm sure I'm
not the only reader who browses through your summary, and uses it as a
quick pointer to threads that I might want to take a closer look at.

For that purpose, I find the mini-summaries of two or three lines to be
the most useful. I realise that these are the ones Pete provides himself,
and that the contributed summaries tend to be longer (and in some cases,
much longer - multiple screens).  IMHO these long summaries are too long
if I'm not interested in the thread, and irrelevant if I am interested -
I've probably already read the thread itself.

I'd like to suggest that anyone submitting a thread summary try very hard
to keep it to four lines or less.  If you really feel that you can't do
that then I would consider it a kindness if you could preface it with a
two-line abstract for the grazers like myself.
-- 
John Francis                                 johnf@apollo.hp.com
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From: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
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Subject: [Blade] Token takes a ride
Date: 11 Nov 92 18:01:34 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System


             Holy smoke! Token had just joined this group a scant few hours
ago and already they were under arrest! He turned to look at Farnham and
saw him fading out. He also saw the leader (Token noticed that this guy was
in bad shape a driven look in his eyes) swing his sword at Farnhams
insubstantial form causing some damage,although how much Token couldnt tell.
"That does it" Token thought "Screw these guys". As Token drew his
massive broadsword the guardsmen let off a volley of crossbow bolts in his
direction. Although several pierced his flesh Token shrugged off the pain
and moved forward. Swinging his sword he cleanly decapitated a surprised
guardsman. Token pushed the body off the saddle and grabbed the riens
swinging himself into the saddle and setting off at a gallop. He heard the
sound of pursuit and felt the sting of another bolt as it struck his side.
Loss of blood was slowing down his reactions and he knew it. As the horse
rounded a corner Token launched himself out of the saddle and grabbed
a sill on the side of a small biulding. Pulling himself up,Token rolled
onto roof and listened as the guardsmen rode on by.
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Someone takes note...
Date: 10 Nov 92 01:42:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

The magical mirror distorted the images of those reflected slightly, but the
image was more than clear enough to reveal the face of Garriot to the man who
sat brooding in front of it.  After watching for several minutes, he snapped, 
"Enough!," upon which the mirror immediately went blank.  "So...Garriot still 
lives, and has found companions foolish enough to trust him," he muttered to
himself, "I wonder how they would feel if they knew the truth about their 
"friend"?  No matter...Garriot will die, and if his companions interfere...so
will they."  With that, he again turned to his mirror, searching the areas near
the city for an appropriate location.
******************************************************************************

The walls of the city had been left behind over an hour ago as Garriot, Kyleen,
Khisanth, Zebron, Brett, and the rest of the party entered a sun-dappled glen
of oak and willow trees.  A small smile crosses Garriot's face as they rode
through the sun-speckled woods.

"Something you can share with the rest of us?," asked Khisanth.

Garriot chuckled and said, "It's nothing, really...just that, despite everything
that's happened, I actually feel good.  It's like this is what I was born to do.
That must sound silly..."

Khisanth shook her head and replied, "If it makes you feel this good, then I 
would say it was far from silly."  She paused to take a swallow from a wineskin,
then offer it to Garriot.  As he turned in the saddle to take it, the first of
the assassins' arrows struck him in the shoulder, knocking him from his horse.
As Khisanth shouted a warning to the rest of the party and Garriot struggled
to regain his feet, a dozen silent, grey-cloaked figures rose up and loosed a
swarm of arrows at the party, then drew shortswords and rushed in from both
sides.  As they drew near, Zebron noted the telltale dark smear on the blades
of the swords...
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From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
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Subject: [TW] looking for Moria and Indigo
Date: 4 Nov 92 22:05:06 GMT

Kotaro looks around confusedly, then taps at something on the side of his
helmet.  Then, he stands up, and in a loud voice, says, "Excuse me, but Is
there a Moria in the house??  I was supposed to go with you..."

kotaro toka
cyber-ninja
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From: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
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Subject: [blade] Where is evrybody?
Date: 13 Nov 92 15:23:15 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System


             Token waited until the last of the gaurds had past. Hitching
himself up on one shoulder he examined his wounds. "only six" he thought
as he counted the quarrels prodruding from his flesh "these guys are lousy
shots!" on a serious note though he realized that if he hadnt been wearing
his Nagga-hide breeches and vest he probably wouldnt have escaped. Slowly
one at a time he removed the wicked darts. After extracting the last one
he quaffed half the vial(Thanks Ell!!) of healing elixer that he carried.
The effect was immediate and Token watched as his wounds started to close.
Although the healing had stopped short of a full recovery he could stand
and that was what counted.
            Token looked around trying to locate Chip and Arcadio on one
of the other rooftops. He knew he had to be careful so as not to be spotted
by searching guardsmen. soon he noticed a group of creatures on a roof close
to where there encounter had taken place. Token started to leap from
building to building towards this group and soon recognized chip standing
by Arcadio. Chip was not surprised at his arrival and probably had saw him
approching. "Hi ya Chip! Arcadio!" Token cried as lept to there rooftop
"Either one of you seen the Draga or the gnome?"
From: mccall@Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] ShadowHawk's annoyed.
Date: 7 Nov 92 20:39:34 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

ShadowHawk takes one look at the 50 fools surrounding the group, and though
it is in his power to deal with guards, they are not his prey, and does not
wish to be delayed dealing with them.

Suddenly ShadowHawk becomes as insubstantial as night itself, and without
word or warning he simply walks through the guards who are in his way. As 
he does his voice deep, yet quiet can be heard by the rest of the group :
"These guards may or may not be hear as a result of the creature's 
manipulation, but I will not waste the time to find that out, I continue
the hunt and no mundane interference such as guards will stop me."

Needless to say, the look on the face of the guards he walks through is 
one of shock and surprise(unless people commonly walk through them :)
Shadowhawk continues on the trail of those the group was following.

[ADMIN : ShadowHawk doesnt like it when people(like guards) get in his
way, in fact they dont for long]



-ShadowHawk,the Hunter

          'Those who would do evil,beware the Hunter'
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Moria:  Ixy!  What happened?
Date: 10 Nov 92 21:15:51 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.10.17.37.42.1992.26136@ruhets.rutgers.edu>,
    zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
> [Read my previous post for more info]
> The doors to the inn sway open as a figure falls over onto the floor. Slowly,
> he gets up, thankful that few people in the tavern notice things like this 
> anymore. He crawls over to his table, and illuminates it with a dim red glow.
> The glow reveals the face of Ixnaphior, and boy does he look in bad shape. He
> calls the barmaid over. "A bottle of your finest wine, and leg of mutton, if
> you will." He then falls back in his chair.

   Moria finds herself sitting at the table alone when she awakens.  It
didn't take her long to order a very large breakfast and begin to dig in. 
She just sits there for a few minutes, savoring the taste of her food, when
the door to the Inn sways open and Ixy falls through the door.  Perhaps no
one pays attention to the door opening anymore, but Moria knows when Ixy is
around.  
   She looks up from her food as she feels that peculiar psychic dead-zone
that is Ixy enter the Inn.  Seeing his condition, she bolts from her seat,
leaving a nearly untouched plate of good, hot food behind, and rushes over
to his table.
   "My goodness, Ixy!  What happened to you?  Are you alright?"

[ADMIN:  The poor girl takes her friendship seriously!!  :-) ]

-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Merol wakes up to a headache
Date: 10 Nov 92 07:14:54 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Pain.

Moaning.

Merol opens his eyes. 
Bright light rips his brains in two, or so it feels.
There are multiple moaning voices and smell of burning wood.
"Where am I?", is the first thought in his head. looking around he finds 
himself lying on the deck of the _Arcas_ with a broken staff in his hand and 
a terrible headache. With effort he pushes himself up and sees Radan just a 
few feet away.
"Thank Peoni and Halea, he is still alive", he thinks, but the very thought 
brings one terrible pain into his being. As if Spawn of Ilvir were trying to 
get out of his head by feeding on his brain.
"Have to get some rest. And look at my new clothes", he thinks.
Pain comes stronger and stronger, so Merol starts walking towards the door 
leading to his room.
Pain on every step.
Pain on every move.
After a painful walk Merol finds himself at his room. He doesn't even look 
around, he just falls into his bed.
Pain is replaced by sleep.

Warm.

Sweet oblivion.

	Merol Of Kirilin

    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: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
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Subject: Re: [TW] Moria: Honor and Death.
Date: 11 Nov 92 21:18:19 GMT

In <1992Nov10.070651.3843@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:


>   Moria looks at him for a moment.  "Honor and studpidity do not go hand
>in hand, mercenary.  Look around you.  All of the folk that I have met in
>this Inn are honorable folk, and do 'the honorable thing' because it is
>right, but all of my friends are still alive, and most of them would
>probably take umbrage at being called Stupid."

Kotaro visibly bristles at being called a mercenary, but has little chance
to respond, as Moria continues on.

>   She looks interested for a moment, but then Luthor Anside shows up and
>ushers her upstairs.

Kotaro watches Moria go up the stairs, and then walks back to the stables.
After a few minutes, a small man, dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit, with a
fine sword hilt sticking up over his shoulder walks into the inn.

He stares up at Amachiak, and then goes over to Indigo.

	"I suppose we might want to find out who is supposed to be guarding
our backs.  My name is Kotaro...shall we at least have a drink to the
success of our endeavor?"

>[ADMIN:  See the relavent postings by myself and the Dreamer]

[ADMIN:  net lag on my end...apologies...]

>Master Hawk

Kotaro Toka
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1992 11:24:25 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Brycur Says Hi

>     The box on the floor jumped as something began pounding on its lid from
>the inside.
>


Brycur wheeled about quickly, hearing Luthor's cry of distress.  He stood up,
grasping his sword and moved quickly to Luthor's side.  He hastily extended a
hand toward Luthor and said "I have heard of your memory loss.  My name is
Brycur, we became friends only about a month ago and I helped you on a quest
to Cormyr.  I hope I can again be of assistance to you as I consider you a
true and valued friend, whether you remember me or not."

The box was now slamming violently against the floor, as the thing within
fought desperately for freedom.

"Perhaps we should remove this thing from the confines of the Inn? As I'm
sure we do not wish it destroyed."

Luthor nodded and he was about to move back to the box when.....

-Brycur the adventure-seeking Merchant

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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 12:53:32 GMT



|> 
|> "Alaric," Zebron continues, "is this normal for Khisanth?  Dusk is very worried
|> and it's starting to get to me, as well."
|> 

Alaric looks worriedly over at his mate, who has returned and is sitting down
leaning against a tree.

"Most spells don't affect her this way, at least not the minor ones such as
dispelling charms or wards...it's just certain spells that seem to affect her
this way."

He looks over at Khisanth again, and she seems to be looking a little stronger,
albeit a bit pale.  She pours some water into her mug and takes a drink..

Alaric looks back at Zebron.  "I've never seen her try that one before...I'd
wager she probably got it out of some books she found in our travels."  He sits
down, and beckons Zebron to do likewise.  "She found a couple of what seemed to
be spellbooks in the ruins of a very weird-looking city.  She could read some of
them, and the books didn't feel evil, so she took them. She was surprised at
being able to cast some of them, because they seemed very powerful.  Casting one
of those usually leaves her a bit fatigued, but I've never seen her get nauseous
from one.....

"When we were looking through the ruins, she mentioned something about her
grandfather coming from this city.  I think perhaps that the type of magick in
those books was developed for use by a certain race.  Since Khisanth has some of
that blood, she's able to cast the spells, but not being full-blooded, she can't
handle the side effects as well as the original spellcasters could."

"But that's what I think.  Fortunately, she doesn't use such spells very often,
and it does worry me every time she does."


The black-and-white cat has since flown down and alighted on Khisanth's shoulder.
 She seems to be having some sort of conversation with it.

Alaric smiles.  "It looks like she's got some sort of familiar now...."
"Let's go see how she's doing".


Alaric


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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak takes off
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 01:44:59 GMT

Meshtak is uneasy. At first he thinks that he will cooperate for the
moment, just to see what the army wants. However, Farnham pulls
his illusion, and Meshtak hears the word 'assassin' mentioned.
All hopes for getting off leave Meshtak's head.
If the truth be known, when Meshtak was in Hytia, the land of
the hytians to the west of Drotshava, he killed the Baron Tropin.
It was not an assassination; in a way, it was justice, but in
Hytia, it was widely speculated that Meshtak had been hired
by nobility unfriendly to Tropin, and Meshtak was wanted in
that land...as an assassin. And Meshtak was familiar enough
with truth spells and interrogation to know this would
come out, and know that it would bode very ill for him if it
did.
Besides, this whole thing reeked of their strange foe.
Meshtak's decision was made long before it could be thought out.
He could see the troops were still uneasy with Farnhams
illusion, though they were regaining their composure.
Meshtak was moving before they had any chance to react, flinging
himself at the legs of the horses of two nearby guardsmen. All the
other guardsmen pointed their crossbows toward him, but held
their fire, in fear that they would hit their own. Meshtak hit
the ground, rolled beneath the horses legs (causing the creature
to rear) and was through the circle of soldiers.
"Get him!" screamed the Lieutenant, and his voice almost made
Meshtak turn around. It was somehow different, more desperate
and wilder, the voice of a man...possessed?
Meshtak doesn't stop to think. He takes off at a furious pace 
down the street. He hears a twang, and an impact in his
shoulder. He still doesn't stop, but takes off down a side alley.
	The lieutenant screams at his soldiers. "You fools! How
could you let him escape? You five...you go after them!" He 
indicates five soldiers and waves them off. Certain soldiers
wonder why the lieut sent off Sgt. Baskin's five and didn't
send Sgt. Baskin himself. But like good soldiers, they do not
question.
	The lieutenant regards Farnham again, and this time
it is not his eyes but Hendrix's that transfix the gnome. 
"Nice illusion." he says, grinning. "But be assured, if you try anything
more, you will die." The soldiers look at the lieut, uneasy,
their crossbows wavering at this out-of-character behavior.

Meshtak the Draga
	
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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: [Ga] In the woods
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 16:28:51 GMT



Around midafternoon, the band is several miles outside of Generica.  At
first, the countryside was filled with meadows and small farms.  Further
out, the scattered trees became more dense, and soon the group enters the
forest.  There is a little-used road through the woods.  The sound of birds
and small critters fills the forest.

Overhead, some birds become very noisy.  A small form darts down, circles
the group, and lands on Khisanth's shoulder.  Dusk eyes the form warily,
and it stares back.  After several minutes, Dusk seems to accept the
newcomer.

Zebron and Alaric look curiously at Khisanth, who just shrugs her shoulders. By 
the end of the hour, she appears to be having a conversation with the new
critter. 

It is a small black-and-white cat, with a pair of wings folded on its
back.


[admin: name that cat :) ]
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