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From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L][PRU][TW] Moria:  You are welcome, Anside.
Date: 6 Nov 92 21:11:24 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <92310.174725ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
> Luthor stood and brushed off some of the dust from his tunic.
> "I saw no injuries M'Lady.  Your fight was quite confined to this small area.
> By the way, I found your magic interesting...it is based on magical symbols
> isn't it?  There are no such runes in Shadow Magic, but I suspect that the
> two types of magic are very different."

   "Ummmm," Moria still looks a little distracted, but seems to be getting
a grip on her emotions again.  "You are correct, sir, I am an adept of
Greater rune magic, and from what I have seen, it does seem to be different
from your Shadow Magic.  Mine is focused in binding and altering with
little or no outside help, while yours appears to work with or through a
focus such as your cloak.  It might be advisable to watch what you place in
your cage next time, I'm not sure that I wish to try this feat again."  She
smiles a little at this and Luthor sees that she is not as serious as she
sounds.

[...]

> "I am Luthor Anside of Eveningstar.  I am both pleased to meet you and in
> your debt M'Lady.  If there is anything you need, I am at your service."
> As Luthor made a sweeping bow, he reflected on his words.  Making such a
> promise of service was not necessary or even wise when dealing with a
> stranger, but he felt he could trust this woman.  She had rushed to his
> aid without pause and had placed herself in considerable personal danger.
> For that he owed her something.

   "I shall keep that in mind, good sir, and I shall not betray your trust,
for such vows are not to be made lightly, by any means!  I think that I
need to sit down for a while and rest, however.  I sincerely hope that no
more troubles come your way today, Luthor Anside."  She had moved up to
within a few feet of him with these words, and with her parting comment,
she smiled warmly at him, but hesitated before she moved back over to the
table where Indigo and Amachiak were still sitting (and floating).


-----
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.
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 16:13:50 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [Mista]/[L] ADMIN: Anyone interested??????

Serene, Nightstalker, and I are working on a thread: [Mista]/[L].  We will
need a little bit of help with a combat early on, so if you are in the inn
and have nothing better to do, you might want to e-mail me and get involved.
There is no long term commitment here, so if you are already in another
thread, no problem.

      Love and Peace and Commitments,
               -The Dreamer-
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Ixnaphior's problem
Date: 6 Nov 92 18:10:57 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Kaldir led Ixy, after tying him up to a small secluded area where
four guards waited. 
"We'll wait here until Spondeux comes to claim us," Kaldir chuckled. "Won't
this be a happy reunion." Kaldir then went into a makeshift tent to rest, 
leaving the guards to watch him. Ixy started to check on the surface thoughts
of the guards. They were typical- 'when is this going to stop' from one 'This
is so dull' from another 'I'd rather be fighting than guarding' from a third,
and 'Poor guy' from the forth. Ixy stayed on the last for a moment from him
Ixy got the distinct impression that he felt sorry for Ixy.
Ixy looks at him. "Hey you! come here." The guard looks carefully at Ixy and
stays where he is. "I can't hurt you." Ixy raised his bonds to emphasize.
The guard came over.
Ixy's voice dropped to a whisper. "You seem like a decent guy. Why not help me
get away. Find away to get the other guards to go, and we can make it look
like I surprised you." The guard replied "Of course not!" but his mind showed 
he was giving the idea some serious consideration. Ixy continues trying to 
talk him into a plan, while he loosens his bonds behind his back.

-- 
This is a test of the .signature 
If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here.
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Amachiak answers Indigo
Date: 9 Nov 92 09:44:26 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <Nov.4.15.34.41.1992.28135@dorm.rutgers.edu> jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:

>Indigo listens patiently to the little rodent rider's tale.

>"Swamps?" the merman inquires, "Salt or freshwater?  And would there be enough
>water for me to swim in?
	"Water, why ofcourse, though most of the places are on dry land. The 
water is mostly freshwater, though there may be some salty regions. As I 
remember correctly, our legends talk about you Fishy Men, always with sense 
of courage and honour..."

>"I have other questions as well...what do these agressors look like?  Do they
>have any weaknesses?
	"These 'aggressors', as you name them, are the Swamp Monsters, Snake 
Things, Awful in both shape and sound. We have no use for them, they just 
kill, rape and pillage out people and cities. They come in all sizes and all 
colours. Smallest on our size, largest as tall as the Buildings of The Big 
Ones. Most of them are as big s you are, though.

>"And how do you know so much about the Lady Runecaster?"
	By hearing this, Amachiak shakes his head and looks around, as 
looking for support or help.
	"Ask me not this question, please.
	"We Twentlan do nt use the Arcane Power, or Magic as you say, in any 
other situation than direst need. We shun it, because it hurts so inside us. 
The power you use to Talk In The Head is used by us with our mounts. We 
control them and they help us, even though they have only the basic 
instincts.
	"I believe, that her past was her present, when you both struck me 
down. I also know something about you, for your thoughts I also saw..."

    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: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Rest before journey...
Date: 10 Nov 92 07:37:31 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <Nov.9.12.00.03.1992.465@dorm.rutgers.edu> jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:

>[ADMIN: Ok, I give up...what does the [TW] stand for?]
ADMIN:[TW] stands for TWENTLAN thread, as you can see...:-)

>Indigo begins to put his shells back in his net, and hefts his trident.

>"We'll leave when the lady is rested and ready, correct?"

Amachiak notices his mistake at once: The merman cannot ride. Then Moria 
comes into his focus, and just as he was about to say about her condition, 
Indigo acted, and commanded her to rest. 
"Who was that gold skinned Big One with her?", he finds himself thinking as 
Luthor started to escort her into her premises.
	"Wait we will, if wait we must. And now we must. But we must hasten 
ourselves on the journey, for each moment counts, as you well understand."
Amachiak yawns widely, and stretches his small arms. Indigo notices the 
weariness of the small fellow and notices the same in himself.
	"It seems to be best if we too would get a good rest. Or what?", he 
asks Amachiak.
	"Yes",yawn,"I do feel tired."
Amachiak climbs on his steed, bades Indigo good night and rides off, up on 
the crossbeam over head.

	Amachiak, The Leader of the Sqiichar

    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: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L][PRU][TW] Luthor: Thanks Runecaster
Date: 5 Nov 92 22:47:25 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

>   The extent of the damage shocked her.  She had not thought that the
>demon's escape from the chest would have caused that much damage.  She
>turned a full circle, her eyes wide in disbelief, stopping her revolution
>only long enough to stop and retrieve her daggers from the pile of ash that
>was the demon.  In a choaked voice she brokenly said, "Is anyone hurt?"

Luthor stood and brushed off some of the dust from his tunic.
"I saw no injuries M'Lady.  Your fight was quite confined to this small area.
By the way, I found your magic interesting...it is based on magical symbols
isn't it?  There are no such runes in Shadow Magic, but I suspect that the
two types of magic are very different."

Luthor walked over to where the battle had begun.  There was his cloak, BLACK
as ever.  Without it he felt naked, so he put it once again around his
shoulders.  Its cool softness was welcomed, its comfort was like meeting an old
friend.  As the cloak fell around him, its edges blended into the shadows
of the inn making his outline indistinct.  "Aaaah" he said louder than he
wanted.  His golden skin flushed red for a moment and then he cleared his
throat to speak.

"I am Luthor Anside of Eveningstar.  I am both pleased to meet you and in
your debt M'Lady.  If there is anything you need, I am at your service."
As Luthor made a sweeping bow, he reflected on his words.  Making such a
promise of service was not necessary or even wise when dealing with a
stranger, but he felt he could trust this woman.  She had rushed to his
aid without pause and had placed herself in considerable personal danger.
For that he owed her something.

     Love and Peace and Paying Debts,
              -The Dreamer-
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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Redtassle sees Zacharia.
Date: 5 Nov 92 11:35:31 GMT
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin


   The interesting young noble had been tossing back a pint of wine.
 People were amazed by him.
   One small diminutive figure was more than amazed, however.
  Redtassle Marigold, kender thi- erm ... handler extraordinaire,
afflicted with the kender wanderlust dreaded so much by his home world
decided to ntroduce himself to the young man.
   He tried to push his way past the crowd, but the sea of legs was
particularly swarming tonight.
   Must be raining outside, thought the kender.
  The young noble managed to sway his way towards the stairs.
  Redtassle went up after him, inquisitively of course.
 He went up to the noble.

  "Redtassle Marigold ", extending his little hand to shake.
 The noble was drunk enough not to notice.
   Redtassle felt concern for this noble, and guided him to his room.
 The noble went in, lay down, and was snoring deeply very quickly

  
   Redtassle went back downstairs. Listener was calming a fight down.
 He then noticed briefly that he had the noble's money pouch in his hand
The kender put in his pouch, determined to  keep it safe from thieves.

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

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
From: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Blade] Farnham takes a hike
Date: 11 Nov 92 17:42:55 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System


           Farnhams illusion had caused the proper effect. The guardsmen
were put off guard and this gave Meshtak and Chip time to bully through the
group and get away. The leader of the gaurdsmen was furious! He turned towards
Farnham and his gaze was devoid of all rational thought. He knew of the
illusion,and Farnham realized that this man was a puppet of Hendrix. Farnham
also saw his own death in those eyes unless he made a move now.
           Without a second to waste Farnham focused his will upon the ring
on his finger and felt himself shift thru space as he was teleported. As he
faded he heard leader speak as if directly to him "You fool! You are already
dead. My master has placed his mark upon you and there is no place you can hide
" Farnham felt a queer stinging pain in his shoulder just as the words faded
off and the small glade outside of town appeared. "Hendrix!" Farnham thought
as he collasped unconcious a large sword gash cut deep into his shoulder "
I plan on teaching you the meaning of the word Dead!"
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From: hutch@ibeam.intel.com (Steve Hutchison)
Subject: [DQ] Week 13 - William:  Pastorale
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 1992 08:03:39 GMT


[ADMIN] For some reason I'm the only one with posting access this week.
So here's another one.  This is posted for Cameron Neylon.

---


The scene: A quiet rural setting, birds in the trees and flowers out. 

A farmer rested against a tree, exhausted in the midday sun, a bottle of
wine by his side, a pasty-cake half eaten.  The bottle is full, but open,
the fields around him green with tall plants.

He mumbled briefly as if stirring, and then  fell back to sleep again.
William stood above him cursing silently. Then said again;

"Errmmm? Excuse me?", he coughed.

"What? Ho?", the farmer awakened briefly, "Hmmm? Yes?"

"Oh sorry to wake you." replied William, "I was wondering whether you . . ."

A snore emanated slowly from the man's mouth, rising like a puff of smoke
from his lips.

"SIR!"

"Oh, What?, Oh yes, what was it you wanted?"

"I was wondering if you'd seen someone I'm looking for, an Elven woman . . ."

"Haha, And what would you be wanting an _elven_ woman for then? Got a rampant
unicorn in your forest have ye?"

"Armmm . . no. I'm not sure I see what you mean."

"You don't want no truck with those elven lasses, son, they'll steal your soul,
soon as let you kiss em, you want a nice homely girl a nice boy like you."

"No no, you don't understand. I have to find her!"

"I know of course you do, but its a bad thing, you be better off just going
home while you're still alive, and whole. Look son, I know best, believe me."

"I _want to know where she is_", Williams voice rose slightly, gaining an
edge that he didn't remember it having.

" . . look, I know how you feel, but you should just go  . . "

"_TELL ME WHERE SHE IS_"

" Alrightalright already.  Keep yer shoes on, son.  Yes I saw an elven woman
about three days ago"

"WHERE DID SHE GO?"  William's hands clenched convulsively, of their own
accord, and his head swam in the heat.

"She was run out of town, just as she should be, just as all witches ar . .",
now the farmer's voice had the edge, but a different edge, an edge of fear.

Arggghh! 

Suddenly the farmer's throat was slit, the blood spreading quickly over his
shirt and over the knife and over William's hands and . . . and . . .

... (and it felt good) ...

The birds settled to the ground next to the farmer, resting motionless
against the tree.  A bottle of wine, half full, spilled over his lap,
and the purple mixed with the red cascade from his throat.  The birds
hopped closer, and began to steal bits from the pasty-cake.

<< MemoryTrace Rewind.  Load.  Run. >>

The scene: A quiet rural setting, birds in the trees and flowers out. 

A farmer rested against a tree, exhausted in the midday sun, a bottle of
wine by his side, a pasty-cake half eaten.  The bottle is full, but open,
the fields around him green with tall plants....
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Zacharia and Mel, Would you join ...?
Date: 9 Nov 92 10:17:52 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


	Kirkil is dumbfounded. So rude, though he seems to bee well educated 
and in wealth. And so young, this Zacharias Ralston. Strange name.
	"Ixqz me, but now you not, thaat yourr neim stronk in flesh and 
deede meant inne my homeworldes commonnest lanquage.
	"As you seeme both goode togethere in termes comme, coulde yyou 
possibilye consider helping me on a mattere of in protance? A tent off redde 
and whitte, witch is people stealink, and money promising is under a 
surveillance on us. We a lady a boy fecth promised, butte my friend heer 
just went silent, responses no.
	"So would you care to consider joining an expeditione to the tente?"

	Kirkil Uaiz, the Ultimate Archmage Of Cerdrylann

ADMIN: Does anyone know anything about Kryalla Simuel, The Shrouded One? Or 
actually about her writer? I feel a bit uncertain if I should use her in 
this anymore...(Even though we had it so well going on...)
	:-(
    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
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From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: About my last post ([blade] A Damsel...)
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 18:51:59 GMT

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


>     We seem to be experiencing technical difficulties.  Ok, right after I
>tried to post [blade] A Damsel in Distress, I got a 'dead letter' message 
>saying that my post had failed.  Since I didn't have time to repost the damn
>thing (The new ST:TNG episode, A Fistful of Datas was about to come on) I
>logged off and vowed my revenge.  When I got back on, I found that my post 
>was sitting on a.p.d-i just like it was supposed to.  Very weird.

>So the question of the day is this:  Is anyone outside the UIUC system getting
>a copy of ([blade] A Damsel in Distress)?  Since several hours have passed 
>since I first posted it, if you're reading this post, but don't see Damsel, 
>then something is definitely amiss.  If some kind soul(s) could email me and
>tell me if they've gotten Damsel or not would be greatly appreciated.  Thanks.

>Jon Gad
>jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu


Well, I've gotten affirmative responses from Michigan, Pennsylvania, Maine, 
Alberta (Canada), and Helsinki (Finland).  Plus one site I couldn't figure
out from the email address, and another from a school I've never heard of.
(Danny Reinker, where the heck IS Occidental, anyway?)  So 'post failed'
notwithstanding, it seems clear that Damsel did in fact get out.  Bizarre.
Anyway, thanks a lot to everybody who has or is considering responding to my
help post.  The problem is no longer a problem, just a mystery.  Thanks.


-- 
*******************************************************************************
Jon Gad                              *      "Wrath of God.  Ha.  Its the 
jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu            *       Wrath of GAD that you should
				     *       worry about..."   Me
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Revenge and more good mornings
Date: 11 Nov 92 21:56:15 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

The merman floats in his tank, lost in the embraces of a dream.  He is once
again the pupil, as he stands among his classmates to see which will be chosen
to study with the grand masters.  They announce the name...

>##Indigo.##

Yes, it was him.  Pride filled his form as he approached the altar.  It was
truly a great honor, but not a surprise, as the merman had been marked from
birth as having the gift.

>##Wake up you lazy fish!  -{Image of smiling face}-  ##

WHAT?!?  Who dares interupt the ceremony.  Oh.  Moria.  She's here at the
ceremony, and she brought along a sense of humor.  Wait a second....something's
wrong...

>##That's it!!  Open your eyes and see the light!!##

Oh.  He was dreaming.  And she's a fine one to speak about seeing the light.

>##Wake up Kotaro.  It's almost time to go.##

##Only because you asked _so_ nicely, Lady Runecaster.##

Indigo opened his eyes, and surfaced.  He turned to the armored individual
seated across from his tank, and called out to him, rousing him from his nap.

The merman then floated out of his tank, taking with him his net full of shells
and his trident.  Indigo concentrated, and the entire tank shrank, slowly, to
the size of a tiny cube, which the merman placed in one of the shells in his 
net.  Slinging the net over one shoulder, and holding his trident, Indigo
swims through the air to Moria's and Ixnaphior's new table.

-jak
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Revenge and apologies
Date: 12 Nov 92 06:58:39 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.11.21.07.19.1992.16266@ruhets.rutgers.edu>,
        zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:

> "DO not feel bad, Moria. I'm sure you meant well with the gesture. I'm sorry
> if my words sounded harsh. I had no intension of hurting you.
> "In fact, I am deeply touched that you would put yourself at risk against
> unkown opponents to help me. It is always good to know that your friends
> will help you should you need their aid." Ixy takes another bite of his food
> and another sip of wine. "But that's enough talk of that incident. Let's call
> it a closed matter."

   "As you wish.  The others should be here soon if you wish to come along. 
I'm afraid that I have to apologize to Kotaro.  I was not very polite to
him last night.  I was not at my best after getting rid of that demon of
Luthor's."

[ADMIN:  Someone is sitting over this table playing with the time button. 
This post takes place just a little before that calls to awaken Indigo and
Kotaro.   We now resume our regularly scheduled programming. ]
-----
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: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Shrouded One awakens from her trance
Date: 11 Nov 1992 22:54:07 GMT
Organization: CS Dept, Oregon State University
Distribution: world
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ADMIN:  Sorry about that.  I've been writing FWF stories for rec.sport.pro-
	wrestling and between that and homework, haven't had enough of a
	chance to keep up with this group.

Abruptly, life returns to the eyes of the Shrouded One, as a call through
the planes to where she was projecting her mind to speak to some powers
beyond the sphere of Generica arrived, and her faculties return.

"My apologies, I probably should have left the inn to do this, but the
Silver Eagle is rarely quite so available that I had the chance to choose
my time.  What goes on here?"

+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	Kryalla Simuel the Shrouded One			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	foleye@xanth.cs.orst.edu			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
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