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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Zebron's still downstairs...
Date: 16 Sep 92 03:53:26 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

A waitress comes over to the dark elf's table and sets a goblet of red wine
in front of him.  He passes her a silver coin, seemingly appearing out of thin
air.  She leaves, leaving him alone with the strange individual with the 
translating amulet.

"Well, sir, Quirquiren to you is Quirquin to me, sort of.  If you have trouble
following me, rest assured that the extra syllable you add would translate
to "surface" in my part of the world, so my people have been leaving it out
for generations.  Old habits die hard, I guess.
"And yes, I am "the" Zebron Twilight.  I have found that my fame can be a 
burden, so I often come to the Dragon's Inn, where I am not as well known.
"As for would-be heroes? I suggest you rethink your reasons for being here.
One should do things because one can, or one believes in the cause, not 
because one seeks fame.  So-called heroes are just that.  They happened to
be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe they were the only ones who
could try.  A "hero" who is in it because of the glory and not the cause,
who follows his ego and not his heart, is no hero at all, but is a base 
coward, afraid of his own humanity.
"But so is the "hero" who refuses to help when he can do so, as I was recently
taught by my friend Dusk...."
Zebron looks around and doesn't see the bird anywhere.  He closes his eyes 
for a moment, and then opens them.
"It seems Dusk has followed his friends upstairs.  Spells, hmmm.  Maybe 
Ol'ka-ne would be of less help than we thought..." he says, to no one in
particular.
He turns back to his visitor, "Think hard about what I said, friend.  Question
your motives before anyone else does."

-jak
* Welcome to the Dragon's Inn, where the laws of time and space have been
temporarily suspended for your convienience. *
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Just the Beginning of Nercrum's Problems...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:22:50 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu



[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Nercrum stared at the coins and watched his blood slowly coat them.  The 
 rat kept looking at him as if waiting for a response or comment.
 
    After  what felt like another hour, the bleeding stopped.  The rat  kept 
 looking at him.
 
    "What?"  he said, and listened to the slowness of the word as it  seemed 
 to drag out for another minute.  The rat kept looking at him.
 
    "Go away." he said.  The rat looked down, then back up at him.
 
    Nercrum  looked down at himself and sighed.  "This won't do,"  he  said.  
 He  had  to  get fixed up somehow if he was going to find  Jim  again.   He 
 stared at the blood and coins on his legs, then the wound in his chest.  As 
 he stared at his wound, it began to close.  In another subjective hour, his 
 wound  had  completely healed, but he felt even more drained  than  before.  
 The rat kept looking at him.
 
    "You could help," he said.  "Pick up these coins or something."
 
    The rat gathered the coins into a small pile, then sat down and  resumed 
 looking at him.
 
    This  was just too much.  Nercrum picked up the coins and  squeezed  out 
 the entrance.  The rat followed, but he didn't notice or care.
 
    He  wandered in the back streets for a while until he ran  across  Jim's 
 corpse.  A few rats departed ar his approach.
 
    Nercrum shook his head.  "You can't be dead.  Get up."  Jim didn't move.
 
    "I  said  Get  Up!"   Something rushed through  Nercrum's  body  and  he 
 fainted.
 
    Jim stood up and began looking at him.
 
 
"In the long run, we're all dead."  - John Maynard Keynes
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Subject: [G]  A Return....
From: mcutter@gacvx2.gac.edu
Date: 15 Sep 92 19:12:20 -0600
Organization: Gustavus Adolphus College, St. Peter, Minnesota

Once more, the door to the Inn opens.  However, this time no one humanoid
appears to enter.  Instead, a small, dragon-like creature flits through the
entrance.

Chirping, the little creature alights on the bar-top.  He pauses to preen
himself and looks out over the crowd.  This continues for several minutes while
the dragon hums to himself.  Finally, when Selene (sp?  Sorry, I have been out
of circulation for awhile.) appears, he gives a gleep of regonition.  Taking
flight, he circles around her, making sounds of greeting.  The barmaid sets
down her tray and hands him a small piece of meat.

"Is your master near, little one?" Selene askes in a quiet voice.  "We have not
seen him or his ilk in quite some time."

The dragon's small head tilts to the side.  Then, he nods slightly, as if in
understanding.  He places a small kiss on the barmaid's nose and then flutters
away, chittering mischieviously.

His path of escape takes him past the table where Glystern is seated.  The mood
of the dragon suddenly changes.  His chirps and chitters give way to a hum of
understanding.  He circles the table several times before coming to rest before
the seated man.  For perhaps half a minute, he flutters there, eyes locked with
the warrior.  Suddenly he vanishes.  A slight breeze is felt as something
passes out a near-by window....

-Gleep, the pseudo dragon.

********************************************************************************
Relax!  You'll never see him coming!
Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@vax2.gac.edu OR spock@vax1.gac.edu
Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them!
********************************************************************************
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 8 Sep 1992 09:11:09 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: THE NAME OF THE WORLD

     Well folks, it was close...VERY close, but the final score was:

The Crux: 8
Nexus:    11

     Therefore, the name of the home world of Generica is NEXUS!
Thanks to everyone who sent me a vote.  I counted every one (including those
from people who just read the group).  Bear in mind that this name is what
outsiders or well-educated people call the world.   The others simply refer
to it as the Known Lands.

     Love and Peace and Inaugration,
             -The Dreamer-
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 14 Sep 92 22:58:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Sep14.155243.18847@oswego.Oswego.EDU>, scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat) writes...

>Kyleen, who had slipped away to her room somewhere around two hours ago,
>had entered the room silently.  She recognized the Dark Elf vaguely, but
>had refrained from drawing attention to herself.  But at Khisanth's words,
>she becomes interested.  Crossing to Garriot's table, she says in Elven
>(surprise, surprise), "good morrow, stranger.  Hast thou passed a pleasant
>night?  How fares thy wound, does it yet need tending?"



Garriot reflexively looks down at his various wounds, or more precisely, the
places where he was wounded last night.  A puzzled frown crosses his face.
"It would appear," he says, "that someone has already attended to that, though
I thank you for the offer...Kyleen, was it not?"  Again the puzzled frown of 
half-rememberance crosses his face. "But I forget my manners.  Have the two of 
you met?  Kyleen, this is Khisanth, who I hope will be able to help me with my
problem..."  Garriot stands and offers his chair to Kyleen, pulling another
over from a nearby table.
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Revenge 3
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:21:41 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Nercrum  turned down a alley and quickly squeezed between two  buildings 
 into a cul-de-sac ke knew of and listened for his persuer, in any shape  he 
 might be.
 
    His  hand had been nicked in the brief time they fought in front of  the 
 pawn  shop.   It wasn't a bad cut, but it wouldn't stop bleeding  and  it's 
 constant drip was as annoying as it was physically draining on him.
 
    Time  passed.  After about ten minutes, the bleeding stopped.  He  toyed 
 with  the idea that it stopped because there was no blood left in him.   He 
 felt tired enough.
 
    The  shuffeling of feet approached the entrance.  Nercrum tried to  move 
 himself  from view, but fell amoungst some garbage instead and a  dead  rat 
 fell  across  his face.  Sounds of someone pushing their  way  through  the 
 entrance  only  concerned  Nercrum a little as the rat began  to  stir  and 
 eventually  crawl  off  his  face.   Nercrum  pushed  himself  up,  feeling 
 extreamly light, and looked at the intruder.
 
    Toscon  waved his sword at the Nercrum's chest, cutting the  cloth  open 
 easily.   "I  don't care about your life, I just want back what  you  stole 
 from us."
 
    Nercrum blinked at Toscon, not thinking anything at all.  His mind  felt 
 too wet to think.
 
    "Grraah!" Toscon said.  He slashed a line across Nercrum's chest.  "Give 
 me what you have and the money you sold our stuff for."
 
    Money.  That was a word that could feel it's way through Nercrum's mind.  
 The  cut only bothered him in that it wasn't bleeding much.  He  dropped  a 
 pouch and a bag at Toscon's feet, then sat down.  "I need some of  that..." 
 was all he managed ro say.
 
    Toscon picked up the pouch and bag, dug 10 sheckles out and dropped them 
 on Nercrum's legs.   He was getting to be a rather pathetic sight.   Toscon 
 felt  some pity for him.  "Look up a place called the Drift Inn.   It's  in 
 Generica.  The cheapest place I've seen."  Then he left.
 
    Toscon walked up to the tavern that he saw Effandir go into.  He stopped 
 at the stables.  "He'd kill me for it, but..."
 
 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
From: andsol@owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Wrapping Up My Affairs
Date: 15 Sep 1992 00:53:21 GMT
Organization: Rice University

I have lost my campaign to keep my account.  I will be leaving the net in a
few short days.  In that time, I would like to get some things squared away:

1) Does anybody want to take over the Character Summary List?  Signor Bavister
says he will do it if nobody else will, but he does enough already.  If anybody
has a little time (and a lot of disk space) to spare, please mail me and ask
for the job.

2) Speaking of which, this is a reminder: Anybody who wants your character 
to remain on the Character Summary List and has not yet responded to my 
census, DO SO NOW.  All you have to do is drop me a line telling me which
characters are to be saved.  Any unclaimed characters will be dumped
unceremoniously into the sleeper file.

3) A reminder to all persons who are currently involved in a 'thread': 
these stories grow confusing and tortuous to those who are not directly
involved therein.  Hence, it is a good idea to periodically post a brief
precis of What Has Gone Before.  (I'm working on one for the Kron thread:
God knows it has gotten labyrinthine enough!)  There used to be a weekly
summary of events, but it died due to lack of interest.  If you want to
revive this list, do so, but don't bug me about it.  :^)

4) I want to say my goodbyes now, in case my account gets zapped prematurely.
I will still be around, probably posting occassionally through the account of
a friend, but I guess this is the end of my net.presence.  Sniffle.

This has been an extraordinarily fun group.  I am indebted to Nightstalker
for conceiving of the Dragon's Inn, and for having the gumption to carry
it through.  I would also like to thank Dennis Brennan for dragging me
kicking and screaming into his thread and thereby beginning my active
presence in this group.  Finally, I would like to thank the denizens of the
Dragon's Inn, from the mightiest Giant to the lowliest mopboy, for molding
Generica into the unique place it is today.  <Doctor Klon voice> You have
our GRATITUDE!  :^)

But enough bandwidth!  Suffice it to say that I will miss you all, and I
will return if possible to ruin your lives with more organizational trivia,
hour-long posts, and general annoyingness.

Happy Pubbing.
-- 
Andrew Solberg          |"If I were your wife I'd poison your tea!" 
Undying University Mooch|              Anon. Outraged British Woman
andsol@owlnet.rice.edu  |"And if I were your husband I'd drink it!"
Phone:713-529-8627      |              Winston Churchill

			
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From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: New Character
Reply-To: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1992 02:31:36 GMT


ADMIN: New character Miscrir(Thief/Elemental mage of Fire)

	About mid afternoon at the Dragons inn a stranger came through
the doors.  Dressed in black on this hot sunny day one would think that
the stranger would burn up in the heat. One would be right since the
most unusuall part of this stranger was that it appeared that his black
cloak was indead smoldering. Thin wisps of black smoke were rising from
the top of his cloak.  

	While there have been many a stranger at the inn before this
undoubtably is one of the stranger occurances yet for many of the
guests that have more .... sensitive... noses could smell the sweet
fragrant smell of burning human flesh.  The stranger seemingly
oblivious to the sidelong glances walked (with a slight hesitation
favoring his right side) towards the bar.

	Litlefair finished cleaning the tankard and looked up at the
new arrival.  The stranger removed his cloak to reveal a deathly white
face and freeing more smoke much to the dismay of the other guests
who were starting to dislike the smell of medium well human.
Placeing a worn gold piece on the bar, the stranger fixed his dark red
eyes on Littlefinger.

         "You can not immagine how much in need of a drink I am",
the stranger said with a fine cultured accent.

	Littlefair looked up at the strangers face and was shocked
to discover that there was absolutely no hair at all on his skin. 
But with his practiced smile he poured a tankard of ale and reached 
for the gold. The piece was hotter than he had ever felt and slightly 
burned his fingers.  Smiling still he turned to make change.

	When he turned back he could see steam rising from where the 
stranger griped his ale.  On his hand was a curious tatoo also that
seamed to be more a scar but the design was too intricate to be just a 
scar. 

	The stranger through a surprised steaming mouth spoke again.
"I am sorry to inconvenience you more but rest assured that this is
a sign of a well adjusted personality."  With that he threw back his 
head and downed the entire tankard.  He wavered slightly and collapsed
into a steaming smoldering mess on one of the bar stools.

	"Also just one more thing", he managed to say,"my name is Miscrir
and I believe I am in need of a room."
From: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Mardan awakes (repost)
Date: 11 Sep 92 13:07:25 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu ()
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY
Originator: mccall@gidney.oswego.edu

[ADMIN : this is a repost of something that got trashed by my newsdaemon]

Mardan wakes to find himself on the floor, and an unknown lady mopping his brow.His eyes are no longer glazed over, but a bright, and attentive. He sits up
carefully, and turns " My thanks, milady for your attentions. My apologies if
I've inconvenienced you, but how, pray tell, did I end up on this floor. Indeed
how did I come to be in this establishment? I recall and ambush by superior
numbers, but nothing after that."
 "But I am forgetting my manners. I am Bashar Mardan, in service to Duke 
Leopold. I am in your debt for you attentions. I am afraid, however, that I
do not know your name. Indeed, I am not even sure of what city,or country that
I am in."
  He stops speaking as if in recognition of the fact that he has been talking 
so much that the lady he is addressing as not had an oppurtunity to get a word
in edgewise.
From: andsol@owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: CENSUS -- Please Read
Date: 10 Sep 1992 04:17:47 GMT
Organization: Rice University

Good evening, fellow Pubbers.

I may soon lose net.access.  I will wish to get my house in order before
I (regretably) lose contact with this newsgroup.  One thing I wish to do
is get the Character Summaries List in shape before I hand it off to somebody
else.

As anybody who reads the list can tell, it has grown quite long and cumbersome.
This is not because there is a large amount of traffic on this group, but
because many people have sent me character summaries and then left without
telling me.  The list needs pruning.  For this reason, I am asking for a
voluntary-compliance census.

If you presently have a character or characters in my list who are ACTIVE
(ie you post every now and then), send me a brief note telling me who they
are and that you want them saved.  If possible, include the word 'CENSUS'
in the subject line so I can process them easier. 

One week after this posting, those characters who have not been spoked for
will be moved off the list and into my sleeper file.  This means that your
summary will not be deleted; it will just not be POSTED to the net every
bloody week.  If you do not want your character saved, there is no need to
tell me so: you will be AUTOMATICALLY moved off.

I have done this once before; it worked quite well.  I hope for a similarly
successful turnout this time.

Thanks in advance for your assistance and cooperation.
-- 
Andrew Solberg          |"If I were your wife I'd poison your tea!" 
Undying University Mooch|              Anon. Outraged British Woman
andsol@owlnet.rice.edu  |"And if I were your husband I'd drink it!"
Phone:713-529-8627      |              Winston Churchill

			
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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Flash-Back (sort of)
Date: 9 Sep 92 16:39:20 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

ADMIN:  Brycur wanted me to include this in the posting, but it got to me after
        I sent the original off.  Anyway, without further delay, here it is:

Brycur was also lost in thought as they continued on their way homeward.  He
had made some good friends on this journey, and he had lost a friend who he
relied on . . . and who relied and trusted him in return.  Murell had been
a good man.  How ironic it was that he should die aiding Luthor, the very man
he seemed hell-bent to murder not a month before.  Ironic.

On a better note he had made quite a sum of gold.  This would certainly help
expand his merchant business.  The potential trade route with King Permus
could also prove quite profitable.  Brycur would return again to the Realms
to finalize the exchange at a later time.  Right now he just wanted to get
home to rest his aching body.  As young as he was compared to some of his
older and wiser companions, his battered body certainly didn't make him feel
like the comparitive youth.
------

  When they neared the desert, Luthor went off to search for water.  He
returned a few minutes later looking worried.

  "Luthor, what's wrong?" asked Brycur, his hand instinctively dropping to
his sword.

  "Near the stream, I saw a tribe of Lizardmen.  It looks like they attacked
some people around there and captured them....the strange thing is that
one of the captives looks just like Rachel, my wife."  His voice became distant
with those last words.

Brycur withdrew the ancient sword from its scabbard again and with a muttered
"here we go again" he prepared to ride into battle again with his faithful
companions.

-Brycur
From: scifi@ccvax.ucd.ie
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Help!!! Stories wanted
Date: 4 Sep 92 13:16:25 GMT
Organization: University College Dublin

The society for which I am the public relations officer intends publishing a
monthly magazine for the next university term.  In this magazie a short story
will be published.  The story can be fantasy or science fiction based, so if
there are any budding authors who would like to be offer me a story, I will
consider each story for publication.  I would be grateful for any response,

Public Relatoins Officer
Science Fiction & Fantasy Society
Unversity College Dublin

Ronan Farrell
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] ADMIM:  Posting problems 
Date: 14 Sep 92 14:42:56 CST
Organization: Stephen F. Austin State University


ADMIN:

	Sorry guys.  School is eating my lunch and I am not able to keep up as
well as I need to.  The newsreader here also goes down as much as a drunk Tri
Delt, so please bear with me.

	Just keep me posted on where Killian is and what he is doing and I will
contribute as often as school will allow.  Thanx for your patience.

Killian - King of Bards and Bard of Kings
z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 16
Date: 8 Sep 92 13:42:52 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

Double Dragons for Cathal and Doctor Panacea, three half-loaves, a
brick of cheese from the outlying farms, three bowls of stew, and
a basket of salted potato bits.

Serene quietly leans to Prill, "Do you care for stew as well, or would
you care for a special dish.  We have many varieties of seeds as well
as a selection of insects."  The barmaid blushes, "I don't mean to be
insulting, but we do have many patrons of many species whose dietary
needs we can fulfill."

She has gotten the go-ahead from Littlefair about the Dcoctor's running
tab, and cheerfully fills his order and refills each dish.

Catamounts for the guards, and a friendly word, as she returns to the
kitchen for the next round...
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
lfa@dartmouth.edu
From: mccall@Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Mardan awakes (repost)
Date: 13 Sep 92 22:41:01 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

Mardan looks at the young woman with some confusion, "I'm afraid milady, that
I am not acquainted with the language in which you are speaking." He looks 
at here waiting to see her reaction. Meanwhile, his eyes sweep the bar slowly
as if taking inventory of his surroundings.


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