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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [blade] Max - A few hours later.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 11:28:41 GMT

     Max had re-energised up to nearly maximum while waiting for the
others to show up. When this did not happen, he began to wander around,
searching for everybody. The computer was performing a survey scan of
sorts in the area, trying to pick up any traces of the others at all.
   At last, he came upon the Dragons Inn again, and dceided to go in and
have a look around for them all.


ADMIN: What ever happened to the blade thread? It was going so well only
a month or so ago. Has Christmas slain it, me wonders.

--
 Haggis: Haggis is a black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered not
only a delicacy, but fit for human consumtion.The minced heart, liver
and lungs of a sheep are mixed with oatmeal and boiled in the sheep's
stomach before ...Excuse me a minute... [Mithrandir/tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
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From: awilliam@qucis.queensu.ca (Andrew Williams)
Subject: Re: [Chalamar] Sam's shoulder
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 14:31:40 GMT

><Stuff deleted:  Dafyd applies his healing talents to Sam>
>
>><snap>"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
>>
>>Dafyd comes back around from behind Sam, calmly takes back his knot, puts
>>it in his bag, pulls out a green leaf, and hands it to Sam.  "Here, chew
>>on this.  It should deaden the pain some.  Your shoulder is back in place,
>>good as new. Well, except for the bruises.  No need to thank me."

 With a grimace Sam begins to rotate his arms about his shoulder. "Ya coulda
warned me you..", the rest of Sam's words were cut off in a mumble and Sam's
surprise at this was evident. Removing the leaf from his mouth he turned
to Dafyd.

  "Whabt beh hell hab you giben me?", demanded Sam of Dafyd.

"Don't worry Sam, that's just the pain killer numbing the inside of your 
 mouth.. keep chewing," and with a smirk he added, "and try not to talk."

  With a dirty glare, Sam returned the leaf to his mouth, and continued 
grinding it with his teeth. The pain was easing, and Sam was able to rotate
his arm further and faster. At one point, he circles his arm behind him, and 
a dull impact made him turn to look at Dint who was standing behind him. The
top of Dint's head was covered with bread crumbs, and on the ground beside him
was the remains of the loaf of bread.. which Sam had been clutching througout
this ordeal. 

 "Oh.. I'b thorry.. I dibn't thee you there Bent..", but there was a gleam to 
Sam's eye that left one wondering just how much of an accident had it really
been?

>"Alaric, is our destination far?  How long will it take to get there?  If it 
>requires a large length of time, and if it is safe to be here, out in the open,
>but surrounded by the destrier herd; I suggest that those of us requiring
>nurishment,"  he glares at Sam, "take care of their hunger now, before we have 
>other encounters.  Obviously eating in flight can be dangerous.  And while
>we're at it, we should take care of other *ahem* needs that we cannot attend
>to on destrier-back."

  "Yebth.. cabn't we get oubt ob thith gob forthaken plathe?", Sam asked of 
Alaric. "Web got to find thith shal..Shal.. Chabla.. Chlab.. you know whob
I mean!", with frustration he spat out the leaf, and turned to Dafyd. 
"How Bam lonbg dobe thith latht?" he demanded.



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From: jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason)
Subject: [Chalamar] Venom.
Originator: jempci@ultb
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Distribution: alt.pub.cloven-shield,alt.dragons-inn
Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1993 13:23:40 GMT

<alaric@smurf (Alaric Tekiahyn)> writes:

>"I should perhaps have suggested you save the heads," Alaric observes,
>somewhat ruefully.
>"An alchemist who knows how to put them to use will pay a thousand gold or
> more for a fresh set of stone-viper venom sacs.  I'll bet that was the most
> expensive meal Juel ever ate."

Juel grinned at Alaric's words.  Being dragon-kind, she had *expensive* tastes.

"Wait a minute," Dint said.  "I don't think she ate the head of the second 
one."  He walked back to the boulders and hunted around the spot where they 
found the second snake.  "Here it is!" He called back.  "And intact, too."
He came running back to Alaric.  "Maybe now I afford some armour to replace
the ones taken from me."

He paused, "But tell me, Shadowalker, these Alchemists...Do they use the
venom to make poisons or their antidotes?"
-- 
************************************************************************
John E. Mason        |      jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu
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From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: Re: [Chalamar] Sam's shoulder
Date: 7 Jan 1993 02:29:42 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com

In article <C0EstD.LsG@news.udel.edu>, rothwell@ravel.udel.edu (James C. Rothwell) writes:
] Stepping over to Sam, Dafyd gently poked
] his shoulder, bicep, and elbow.
[....] 
] Dafyd turns and opens his leather statchel.  Reaching into it he pulls out
] a very odd contraption.  It appears to be a thick wire bent into the
] oddest looking knot, with only one end visible.  "Here, Sam.  Hold this." 
] Dafyd casually tosses the wire knot to Sam, who unthinkingly catches it in
] his good hand, and looks at it.  At the same time Dafyd seems to
] wander back to his mount, moving behind Sam.
] 
] <snap>"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
] 
] Dafyd comes back around from behind Sam, calmly takes back his knot, puts
] it in his bag, pulls out a green leaf, and hands it to Sam.  "Here, chew
] on this.  It should deaden the pain some.  Your shoulder is back in place,
] good as new. Well, except for the bruises.  No need to thank me."

Alaric, watching this with some amusement, chuckles briefly.

"Nicely done, sir," he comments.
"I have seen that technique, or one much like it, used before; though
 I have never mastered it myself.  The healing arts, I am afraid, are
 not my forte."

Certain by now that the bloodhawk has left the area, he unstrings his bow
and slides it back into its case, then dismounts and steps over to Sam.

"You, my friend, have just narrowly escaped the dubious honor of becoming
 a bloodhawk's lunch.  It won't be back; it's wounded - and besides, you
 were only vulnerable while you were briefly alone."

He raises his voice slightly so that the rest of the party can clearly
hear, and continues.

"A bloodhawk will not attack a strong party, but if you're alone or
 isolated - particularly if you're wounded - you're likely prey.  A
 big one can pick up a half-grown destrier.  And a young dragonet would
 be no more than a tasty snack, even to a small one  - like that one
 we just met.
"Lest any of you should ever encounter another, I'll give you a word
 of advice:  Don't waste your time tossing lightning bolts at them.
 A lightning bolt will drain off a bloodhawk's plumage like water off
 a duck's back.  If you want to try shooting at one, do it while its
 attention is elsewhere, while it's looking in another direction, or
 wait until point-blank range; else, it'll likely just dodge your
 arrow.  They're superb fliers."

He turns back to Sam again.

"Are you fit to ride?  We need to be on our way again as fast as we
 can."


-- 
      "Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom."  --  Thomas Jefferson
    ......................................................................
    Phil Stracchino : phils@sti.com : alaric@sti.com : The Renaissance Man
      PGP 2.0 - Freeware public-key data encryption.  Get it and use it!
           Finger alaric@sti.com for PGP 2.0 info and my public key
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From: rothwell@ravel.udel.edu (James C. Rothwell)
Subject: [Chalamar] Sam's shoulder
Organization: University of Delaware
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 01:44:00 GMT

Vaguely aware that the others are talking, Dafyd is suddenly aware that
the destriers are turning and heading back they way they came.  On top of
that they seem to be slowing.  Curious, he slowly arrouses himself from
the half-slumber that he had settled into.  Dozing while mounted has
become nearly second nature for him, after all, tis' best to get some
shut-eye when one can.

Suddenly there is a bloodcurdling screech from above that brings Dafyd to
full alert, even as he instinctively crouches low, toward one side of his
mount.  When the destriers come to a stop Dafyd looks up and sees a very
curious sight.  The destrier mare is looking at him with an expression
that can only be confusion.  Dafyd starts to chuckle at such an look on a
"horse's" face. 

Suddenly Dafyd notices that Sam isn't on his mount, and is infact on the
ground.  By the way his arm is hanging, it could only be a dislocated
shoulder, maybe with a broken forearm.  With a nod to his lady mount, Dafyd 
swings the rest of the way to the grey substance that, for lack of a better
term, he considered the ground.  Stepping over to Sam, Dafyd gently poked
his shoulder, bicep, and elbow.

"Ouch! Hey! What'a think your doing?  Stop it!"

"Shut up Sam, that is if you want your arm to work again.  One armed
thieves are a pitiful lot.  And yes," Dafyd added at the look of deep
indignation Sam was working up, "I know you aren't a thief (which is all
to true from what I'VE seen" he adds under his breath so only Sam can hear.)

As he is saying this Dafyd bends to look at Sam's forearm, humms, and then
grasps Sam's hand, bending the wrist.  
"Yeouch!!!" 
"Nope, its not broken, badly bruised though.  You're lucky." 
"Lucky!  I have an idiot bending my broken arm around telling me I'm
LUCKY?"

Dafyd turns and opens his leather statchel.  Reaching into it he pulls out
a very odd contraption.  It appears to be a thick wire bent into the
oddest looking knot, with only one end visible.  "Here, Sam.  Hold this." 
Dafyd casually tosses the wire knot to Sam, who unthinkingly catches it in
his good hand, and looks at it.  At the same time Dafyd seems to
wander back to his mount, moving behind Sam.

<snap>"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Dafyd comes back around from behind Sam, calmly takes back his knot, puts
it in his bag, pulls out a green leaf, and hands it to Sam.  "Here, chew
on this.  It should deaden the pain some.  Your shoulder is back in place,
good as new. Well, except for the bruises.  No need to thank me."

-- 
_________________________________________________________________________
James Rothwell             |   There are three types of mathematicians:
rothwell@ravel.udel.edu    |   Those who can count, and those who can't.

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From: conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner)
Subject: [ADMIN]:CLIST_QUICK
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 03:03:07 GMT



PC: Playing Characters
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 1   Alaric                   Phil Stracchino          Shadow Walk
 1a  .....Windwalker (horse)
 2   Chalmers                 Michael Conner           Djinn Search
 2a  .....Stealth (horse)           "                  Cloven's Stables
 3   Dafyd                    James Rothwell           Shaodw Walk
 4   Dint                     John Mason               Shadow Walk
 4a  .....Juel (dragon)             "                  With Dint
 5   F'nordren                Jason Farmer             Shadow Walk
 5a  .....Pax (horse)
 5b  .....Wolf (wolf)
 6   Gelmar                   Allan Kirkwood           Seated in Inn
 7   Ilure                    Stephen Padbury          Shadow Walk
 8   Jester                   Steve Spencer            Djinn Search
 9   .....Dot (horse)               "                  Cloven's Stables
10   Meriden                  Stephen Beitzel          Djinn Search
10a  .....Brodoni (horse)           "                  Cloven's Stables
11   Nutsy                    Heather Rothwell         Shadow Walk
12   Raven                    Debbie Taylor            Djinn Search
12a  .....Ahzri (horse)             "                  Cloven's Stables
13   Sam                      Andrew Williams          Shadow Walk
14   Urkrea                   Jeff Marker              Shadow Walk
15   Rharn                    Don Perkins              Seated in Inn
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

NPC: Non-Playing Characters
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
? (Can't remember)   Bartender/Innkeeper at Cloven Shield
.....Will            Bus boy at CLoven Shield
.....Helen           Waitress at Cloven Shield
Ramsen               Blacksmith Extrodinare
Corbin               Village Resident/Fence
Dane                 Bartender/Innkeeper at Clown and Anchors
.....Stuzzy          Bus boy at Clown and Anchors
Smitty               Owner of General Store
.....Kendal          Smitty's son and future adventurer
Rackor               Village Resident 
Harald Middledays    Herbalist (just south of the village)

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
END
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From: don@muff.webo.dg.com (Don Perkins)
Subject: Another new face
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 93 16:30:51 GMT
Distribution: na
Reply-To: don@muff.webo.dg.com
Organization: NSDD, Data General Corp.
Followup-To: alt.pub.cloven-shield


A tall man suddenly appears in the doorway of the Inn.
A large cape or cloak covers his entire frame, all you can see is his 
head (covered with dark brown hair and a full beard) above and tall soft
leather boots below.
He pauses, his brown eyes quickly surveying the room.  
He enters, and silently approaches the bar.
Any patrons observing the man's entrance would note that the pattern on 
the cloth of the cloak appears to move even when the wearer does not.
The pattern appears to be constantly shifting, and seems to remind the
viewer of dried leaves blowing in the wind.

Approaching the bartender the tall man speaks:
"Sustenance, my good man, I desire food.  I have eaten the fruits of 
the forest for many a day and now I seek the products of man's 
cultivations.  Give me some beef, a goodly chunk, and vegetables, and
a loaf of bread."

"Aye, it can be done, provided you can pay for your meal."

"I would hope that this would be enough."  
A gloved hand appears from within the cloak holding a gold piece.

Quickly taking the gold piece, the bartender replies:
"Pick a table to suit you and I will have the meal brought out."

The tall man turns to seat himself, then suddenly turns back to the
bartender.
"And make that beef well done." then, turning back to the tables, he
mutters "I have seen enough blood lately."

Without making another sound, he moves to an empty table and sits down.
When he brings the food, Will asks the man if he wishes something to
drink.
"Water, please.  Alcohol only clouds the mind and does not provide the
relief I seek."

The man then begins to eat his meal with gusto.

--
Don P.
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From: conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner)
Subject: [C&R]:Damb compass!
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1993 15:06:23 GMT

Examining the compass that he had brought with him Chalmers realizes that
it is not functioning properly.  "What's this, I'm facing the rising sun
yet the compass says I'm facing West?", "Bloody thing" Chalmers shakes it a
few times to see if it would change, "I'll have to pick up a new one from
Smitty before we head out, that also means that the Desert of Lindsey lies
to the West and not the East!" Chalmers, realizing that he could have lead
his fellow adventures in the wrong direction, heads for Smitty's Store and
returns in no time with the best compass Smitty could offer.

:)

Xref: sparky alt.pub.cloven-shield:45 alt.dragons-inn:43
From: conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner)
Subject: [C&R]:Shopping, among other things ...
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 01:27:11 GMT

Raven once again was asleep.  Although their love making was a little
less active than usual, due to Raven's injury, it still drained the
life energy of both adventurers.

Chalmers quietly rose from their bed and began to dress, mulling over
the items that would be necessary for their journey.  Little did
Chalmers know that he was begin watched, by a one eyed open, smiling,
Raven.

"I must admit, you do have the body of an ideal fighter." Raven quietly
spoke, Chalmers spun around and threw a hand towel at Raven, "Faker,
get some sleep, I want you fully recovered by morning, I must go and
do some ... shopping!"

"Go into my bag and get my money pouch, there are some jewels in there
as well, use them to buy what we need." Raven said, pointing to her pack.

Chalmers rumaged through Ravens pack and found the pouch, a few gold coins
and some very fine jewelery indeed, "I won't even ask where THESE came
from" Chalmers said under his breeth.  Chalmers thought to himself 
"I remembered hearing about a man at the Clown and Anchors that might be
able to convert this piece to gold coins."

"I hope the general store down the street has what we need?  I shouldn't
be that long, a few hours maybe, got to go and talk to someone at the
Clown and Anchors."  Chalmers bent down a placed a long, meaningful, kiss
on Raven's lips.  "Think about me in your dreams" Chalmers whispered to
Raven. "Always!" she replied.

Chalmers finished dressing and pulled his arms through his cloak he had
left on the hook by the door.  "I'll check on the horses and make sure
their safe for the night.  I will bring this piece of your shirt with me
to let Ahzri know you are safe." Chalmers said, heading for the door.
"Ahzri was very jumpy when I carried you from the stable to the Inn."

"You are attractive, strong, and kind, most worthy qualities" Raven said
with a smile, "I look forward to your return"  Chalmers flashed a sly
grin and Raven caught a gleam in his eye as he closed and locked the
door behind him.

"It was nice of the Inn Keeper to place a hex key lock on the door, I
guess he had a few coppers left over from the money I gave him to replace
the brocken door." Chalmers thought to himself, placing the key in his
inside pocket.  

"I guess I will check on the horses first and then pay a little visit
to the Clown and Anchors ..."

:)


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From: conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner)
Subject: Re: [ADMIN]:LANDS
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 15:15:06 GMT

Robert:
        Seeing how I have NO idea who you are and that you are not
currently playing in our environment (A MUCH MUSIC term) then I guess I
must explain a few things.

For one, this map is certainly not to scale and because this is mainly
a text adventure (graphics just thrown in to spice things up) there is
NO need for scale.

Second, all the maps and plans of buildings are only there for quick 
reference use.  If you have any ohter questions please feel free to
contact me.

:) Mike - Keeper of the FAQ, and all the other important stuff, at least for
          the time being.

Xref: sparky alt.pub.cloven-shield:49 alt.dragons-inn:45
From: jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason)
Subject: Re: [Chalamar] Sam's shoulder
Originator: jempci@ultb
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 22:15:15 GMT

Dint, upon reaching Sam, jumps off his mount after the Destrier stopped.  He 
had witnessed the attack of the bloodhawk, and Alaric's repelling arrow shot.

>>Alaric watched the bloodhawk vanish silently into the distance, then turned 
>>to look down at Sam.
>>
>>"Well," he said, "you have the dubious honor of being the first person
>> in any company of mine to ever manage to fall off a destrier.  Just
>> how, exactly, did you accomplish that?"

Dint watched the bloodhawk, too, almost regretting that he did not get a 
chance to combat it as well.  However, a battle axe is not the weapon to
perform such combat.  But if he had his cross bow...

His attention turned to Sam.  He could dimly see him clutching his arm with
his hand---holding a half-eaten piece of bread!

"You were eating?  And you fell off?!  Just how dextrous a thief are you?"

And thinking further..."Didn't you eat at the Inn before we left?"  Dint could
hardly believe it.  This thief is going to require closer attention, he
thought.

<Stuff deleted:  Dafyd applies his healing talents to Sam>

><snap>"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
>
>Dafyd comes back around from behind Sam, calmly takes back his knot, puts
>it in his bag, pulls out a green leaf, and hands it to Sam.  "Here, chew
>on this.  It should deaden the pain some.  Your shoulder is back in place,
>good as new. Well, except for the bruises.  No need to thank me."

"Alaric, is our destination far?  How long will it take to get there?  If it 
requires a large length of time, and if it is safe to be here, out in the open,
but surrounded by the destrier herd; I suggest that those of us requiring
nurishment,"  he glares at Sam, "take care of their hunger now, before we have 
other encounters.  Obviously eating in flight can be dangerous.  And while
we're at it, we should take care of other *ahem* needs that we cannot attend
to on destrier-back."

-- 
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John E. Mason        |      jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu
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From: cinci@tbird1.larc.nasa.gov (Debbie Taylor)
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Subject: Re: [C&R]: Trust
Date: 7 Jan 93 06:38:09
Organization: NASA Langley Research Center, Hampton, VA
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In-reply-to: conner@qucis.queensu.ca's message of Thu, 7 Jan 1993 03:00:00 GMT
X-Md4-Signature: d9d685ea81c8f5892e854b7f1de18148


Later, as they were dressing to go downstairs for dinner, Chalmers told Raven
what he had done while he was out.  He handed her her portion of the pendent as
he explained that most of the money was in the bank and how it could be 
retrived.  Raven stared at the pendent in her hand, not trusting herself to
look at him.  He doesn't trust me, she thought, her stomach now in knots.  Not
that I blame him after today ... well I have two choices ... I can cut my 
losses and leave or I can stay and prove to him that I can be trusted, by him
anyway, with whatever he cares to give me: his money, his life, his secrets 
or his heart ... Damn!  I never meant to fall for him ... not like this, not
this fast.  I couldn't leave even if I wanted to, I'd be headed back win the 
hour!  Damn!

She looked back up at him, her feelings unreadable (she hoped).  "Sounds good
to me.  We're in this together, afterall.  Partners, right?"

She took that better than I expected, Chalmers thought, "That's right, 
partners."

She pulled on her boots and stood up, "I hope you kept enough money with you.
I'm starving.  I think I could eat a whole side of beef by myself ... if it's
rare enough!"

"Rare?"  Chalmers grimaced.

"Sure, it's the only way to eat beef,"  she shrugged and headed out the door.
"Aren't you coming?" she looked back over her shoulder at Chalmers.

"I'm right behind you ..."

Chalmers locked the door and they headed downstairs for dinner.

:)