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From: gairns@ccrs.emr.ca (jgg)
Subject: [Mor-Ganth] The runes have been cast 
Organization: Dept. of Energy, Mines, and Resources, Ottawa
Distribution: na
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 04:47:55 GMT


   Vithanus, stretched out from it's hibernation and looked around
warily.  Had it heard something ?  The meeting at the Cloven Shield!!
A sense of desperate urgency overwhelmed it, as Vithanus gathered it's
belongings together and threw them into the embroidered satchel, yet
the bag grew not in proportion.  The patterns, however, subtly shifted
and changed, until a new design graced the surface.

   Making a gesture reminiscent of a prayer, or a salute, Vithanus
hurried off to the rendezvous at the Inn.  The forest seemed to open up
and offer little resitance to this speeding demon.  Soon, the bustling
vicinity of the Inn materialized.  Vithanus stopped abruptly, gripped
two daggers from it's bandeleros and began tracing ancient, beyond the
memory of humankind, runes and patterns into the forest floor.  Moments
later, the grey-scaled creature faded into the deep anonymity of the
forest, invisible to all, save the tree-spirits, whom it now emulated.

   Passing through the staggering humans and elves, Vithanus slithered
through to the backroom wall.  Soon, the wall and the body of Vithanus
were one - seeing and hearing all the wall came in contact with.  A
strange sense of peace descended over the Pilgrim as it took on the
body of the wall and it listened ...

>	" Beware the door keepers, whom the
>	Fire lizard avoids; beware their 
>	unearthly ways, for these are folk
>	who know no customs neither dark
>	nor light ......"
   Vithanus rolled his spine pike-straight.  "By the Earth-Mother's
Salted Tears, what is this miscreant up to ?" the grey scaly Pilgrim
pondered, while this group prepared to meet at the appointed place and
time.

>	" The rest of the runes", he said in a cold whisper,
   "Here it comes..."

>	"refer simply to the manner in which we will all be
>	sent to the netherhells, should we fail passing the
>	door-keepers "
   "...Liar!"  Vithanus spat.  "We shall see, Cranach, when the
diviner's bones are cast and your plan, whatever that may be, is seen
out to it's conclusion."  Flashing animal thoughts streaked through the
mind of this Pilgrim of the Wastes.

>	At this Cranach pulled his hood over his eyes, a dark smile
>	replacing his scowl, and a feeling of fire burning his
>	heart".
   "Yes, we shall see.  Enough delaying.  I have much to prepare for
and much to prepare against.  I must speak with the Sehlin-Tan and
then with Gray."
From: koczaja@eniac.seas.upenn.edu (Donna L. Koczaja)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: [2xAr] After Dinner...
Date: 27 Jan 93 06:03:13 GMT
Organization: University of Pennsylvania

(Armas and Arliana just finished dinner, Armas invited Arliana to a sparring
 match...)


  After a very satisfying dinner--satisfying in both the food and the conversa-
tion--Arliana was very tired.  SHe looked at Armas and said, "Well?"
   Armas gave Arliana a confused look, "Well?"
   "Name your time and place."
   Armas nodded, chuckling to himself and thinking, "An anxious one, she is."  
Out loud he said, "Tomorrow, just after dawn, in the green field by the river.
Do you know of this place?"
   "Yes," she responded with excitement in her eyes, "I saw it when I came into
this town. Now, if you will excuse me, I must get a good night's rest and pre-
pare for tomorrow."  She stood up, placed a sufficient amount of money on the 
table to cover her meal, and gathered up her cloak.  It was then she realised
she did not know this man's name.
   "I have told you my name is Arliana, but you have not told me yours."
   "Sulo Armas,", he said, "but simply 'Armas' will do."
   "Well, then, Armas, I thank you for your company, and will be ready tomorrow
just after dawn."  With that she turned and went to the innkeeper to see about 
a room for the night, assuming Armas would do the same.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Arliana entered the room assigned to her by the innkeeper.  It was a crudely
furnished room---a small wood-framed bed, a table, two rickety chairs, and a
fireplace--but it would do well enough. Arliana was used to sleeping with 
nothing over her head but the starlit sky, so tonight would be a well-rested 
night.
   She placed her cloak on the bed, then removed the harness that held her 
sheathed sword in place across her back.  Though her body felt relief because
of the removal of the extra weight, she felt rather naked without it.  She 
unsheathed the sword, as usual with her left hand, and walked toward the fire-
place.  Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she rested the great sword across
her thighs.
   While in this position she was deep in thought.  SHe knew that though she 
was excited about the match, she was also nervous.  Armas would be perhaps her
most challenging opponent, and she must be ready to face him.  "Voleare," she
said quietly--her words directed to the sword, "I thank you for your service.
Help me to prove myself worthy of Armas's respect tomorrow.  Give me the 
strength, the agility and the skill, and I will do us both honor."
  For a moment the sword glowed violet in her hands and she felt a sharp sen-
sation of accordance.  "Thank you, Voleare," she whispered, "thank you."
  After a while longer of silent contemplation, Arliana stood up, put her sword
away, then undressed.  She slipped under the thin cover on the bed and let the
much-needed sleep overtake her...   


Donna  (:
From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Money (correction)
Date: 22 Jan 93 02:29:45 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com

In article <1993Jan21.125038.1682@ultb.isc.rit.edu>, jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason) writes:
] In article <1jl26pINNoh6@smurf.sti.com> alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn) writes:
] 
] >Simpler still, make a copper piece one dollar-equivalent, then multiply
] >the value of each successive coin by ten.
] >
] >Thus:
] >	1 bit	~=	25 cents
]         ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
] >	1 Cu	~=	$1
] >	1 Ag	~=	$10
] >	1 Au	~=	$100
] >	1 Pt	~=	$1000
] >
] How about 2 bits ~= $0.25 ?  (8 bits in one copper)

Wow!  You mean... like it normally is *here*?  What a bold, radical concept!

(But do you think the world is ready for it?)

:-)	:-)	:-)


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From: jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Money (correction)
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 12:50:38 GMT

In article <1jl26pINNoh6@smurf.sti.com> alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn) writes:

>Simpler still, make a copper piece one dollar-equivalent, then multiply
>the value of each successive coin by ten.
>
>Thus:
>	1 bit	~=	25 cents
        ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>	1 Cu	~=	$1
>	1 Ag	~=	$10
>	1 Au	~=	$100
>	1 Pt	~=	$1000
>
How about 2 bits ~= $0.25 ?  (8 bits in one copper)
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From: taylor@ccrs.emr.ca (Trevor Taylor)
Subject: [Mor-Ganth] Tension and Exit
Organization: Canada Centre for Remote Sensing, Ottawa
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 15:06:19 GMT

>     The dwarf decides it's time he said something about that poem of 
>Cranach's.  'I seem to remeber a poem much like the one you just recited.
>De end ad ta do with de accomplishing de bypassing of dose dere obstacles 
>myboy.  Nothin bout the netherhells.  Me memory is a little foggy bout de 
>piece of writing.  I may be wrong.  As for rewards, all I want is to be able 
>to sit me older upon dat dere throne in de keep' mentions the dwarf.  As he 
>queitly watches for dem dere reactions.

Cranach sat queitly for a moment, and digested the words of the 
dwarf. Suddenly, he lept to his feet sending his chair crashing 
to the floor , startling the occupants of the room. He stepped close
to the dwarf, and said, in a seething stage whisper,

	"What in the name of all that is evil do you
	know about the dark realm ? Where would
	you have picked up that little piece of
	poetry, my good sir !  Perhaps, you
	of no name, are a black dwarf ---the
	type that eats small children for breakfast
	stuffed with  roasted orc entrails ? "

	Cranach's mind grimaced at his memory of
	this.
	
	"I can assure you , if you are a Black
	dwarf, then you and I must meet, this
	night, and have done with it !"

	Cranach stood barely inches from the face
	of the dwarf, glaring, his face palid and
	tense.


Mr Briggs meanwhile, remained seated, and was taken aback
and slighly firghtened about the sudden change in the atmosphere of
the room.

	"uuuuugghhhh,.....", Briggs said as he cleared his 
	voice.

	"Gentlemen, gentlemen, let us not begin our quest
	at each other's throats!. Let us instead retire
	to my lodgings, where we can further our 
	discussions, in a more discreet manner."

As Briggs said this he thought " What have I got into this time ?
Ths whole thing is going to be a disaster ! ".

The Drow and the dwarf stared at each other a moment but
decided to postpone the argument for later. Dahvyn and
Briggs rose, exited the storeroom and headed towards the 
main entrance. Next to leave the room was the dwarf, followed
a few seconds later, by a still palid Cranach.

	As Cranach passed across the room, he noticed a
strangley ringed  and hard looking individual, dinning with a stunning
looking Woman. The individual's eyes met his, with a masked but
tense stare, equalled only by the dark, emotionless glare
Cranach returned. Moments later, he met with his other three companions
at the main door, whereupon they all left the Inn, bound for
Mr Brigg's lodgings.
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From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Subject: ADMIN: Money 
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 18:00:55 GMT


I don't know who is going to control background information for APCS, so
I'll post it to general public for approval.

I believe the money issue has distilled to the following

2 Bit piece      = $0.25
1 Copper piece   = $1
1 Silver piece   = $10
1 Gold piece     = $100
1 Platinum piece = $1000

I can see I've already overpaid some people in the bar,  But unless a better
system can be derived I'm going to start using the above conversions.


Can anyone suggest decent names for these coins.
I don't want to just call them Copper pieces,  We certainly don't call
our money the "green paper", 

Heres my suggestion

Bt is called a bit, Plural is bits
Cp is called a coin, Plural is coins
Ag is called a ten-coin, Plural is ten-coins
Au is called a lucky, Plural is luckies
Pt is called a royal, Plural is royals

Money is commonly refered through the standard term Coin and bits as follows:

"You owe me 57 coins and 4 bits"
"All I got is 6 ten-coins"
"I got change, here's 2 coins and 4 bits

Or rarely when big money is being thrown around

"Hey Squirm, D'you see that rich guy?  He's got a purse full of luckies"
"Yea, he might even got a royal on him.  We could live like kings!"


P.S. email me your responses, cause my Disk drive died over christmas.
So nn on my machine is lossing posts so I can't guarantee I'll see your post.

--
Joe Carl Jr.               "It ain't what a man don't know that makes him a
jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com   fool, but what he does know that ain't so."
                                                           -- Josh Billings
From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Money
Date: 22 Jan 1993 02:50:05 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com

In article <C17u1K.Lnv@jabba.ess.harris.com>, jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.) writes:
] I believe the money issue has distilled to the following
] 
] 2 Bit piece      = $0.25
] 1 Copper piece   = $1
] 1 Silver piece   = $10
] 1 Gold piece     = $100
] 1 Platinum piece = $1000
] 
] Can anyone suggest decent names for these coins?
] Heres my suggestion
] 
] Bt is called a bit, Plural is bits
] Cp is called a coin, Plural is coins
] Ag is called a ten-coin, Plural is ten-coins
] Au is called a lucky, Plural is luckies
] Pt is called a royal, Plural is royals
] 
] Money is commonly refered through the standard term Coin and bits as follows:
] 
] "You owe me 57 coins and 4 bits"
] "All I got is 6 ten-coins"
] "I got change, here's 2 coins and 4 bits


I like it.  The main change I would propose is that these would be nicknames,
the way we talk about a fin or a sawbuck; the coinage would actually have
some kind of a formal name, but it might not be used very often except in
things like posted prices (and posted rewards).  The Ulleran... something-
or-other.  The Ulleran Ducat.  The Ulleran Noble.  Something like that.

Hmmm...   come to think of it...   the Ulleran Noble sounds pretty good,
doesn't it?


I'm not quite sure about 'ten-coin', though.  Somehow just doesn't ring
quite right.


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From: taylor@ccrs.emr.ca (Trevor Taylor)
Subject: [Cranach] Cuts a deal
Organization: Canada Centre for Remote Sensing, Ottawa
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 15:43:45 GMT



Cranach walked towards the bar, smiling to himself about the
captain's treatment. 

	"Well," he thought, "Looks like I'd better make
myself scarce,  or I'm going to end up in the local lockup !"

	He stared at the bartendender, who's back was
currently facing Cranach. Suddenly, the Baretender shivered, and
turned around. Emboldened by the presence of the soldiers, he said

	"What do you want, you're not welcome here !",

	Cranach's black eyes hardened and a coin appeared
in his hand. 

	"I noticed a wee man in here a moment ago....he is an
old aquainatnce of mine,tell me bar keep ..where is he 
at this moment !"

	"I don't want your filthy coins, but he is in the
back room and is recruiting for some business....I suggest
you take a position with him and leave this village", the
bartender hissed.

	For a long moment, Cranach stared down the bartender, until
the bartender, now pale and sweating, was allowed to break eye contact


	Cranach turned and headed towards the back room, the eyes
of the Captain following. He knocked on the door, heard a muffled reply and
quick shuffling of paper and entered the room.

	Within the room were a wee man and a dwarf.

	"Ah Bragg !", exclaimed Cranach, " It is good to
	see you again. How's that little health problem
	you had after I introduced you to those two half
	orc/half wee people women ?"

	Noting Braggs rising flush, Cranach laughed a hearty
	laugh. 


	"I hear through the tavern gossip that you are 
	intending to make an attempt on Mor-Ganth, and
	since I find myself tiring of this pathetique
	village and since You owe me a favour...then
	I will join you", smiled Cranach.

	"Ooooo...errrr", said Mr Bragg, blushing
	mightliy, " all right, as long as you keep
	quiet about the other favour I owe you !".

	Mr Bragg's response replaced embarrasment with anger,
	for the moment.

	Quickly, Cranach grasped the halfling's forearm, and
	closed the agreement . 


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From: k113651@lehtori.cc.tut.fi (Karhu Jouni)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: [ADMIN] Post worldwide
Date: 21 Jan 1993 16:35:46 +0200
Organization: Tampere University of Technology, Computing Centre
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: cc.tut.fi

   Well, having read the character list, I noticed many characters that I
have not seen on the newsgroup. After, by coincidence, I exhanged mail
with Trevor Taylor and learned that he had not posted his stories worldwide,
I came to the conclusion that others have done the same.
   So, I ask all of you to post worldwide so that I here in distant Finland
could read your stories too !

   Til we meet again,   Armas

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 It's better to burn out,         |       'The Immoral Immortal' \o
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                                                                 /o
From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Mr. Briggs)
Subject: [Br] Welcomes Cranach (sorta) and introduces the dwarf
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 18:29:43 GMT

> Cranach turned and headed towards the back room, the eyes
> of the Captain following. He knocked on the door,

Hearing a knock at the door Mr. Briggs said to the dwarf
"Don't let anyone see your books".  Mr. Briggs started to gather up his
map not wanting uninvited eyes looking at it.

> heard a muffled reply and quick shuffling of paper and entered the room.

> Within the room were a wee man and a dwarf.

> "Ah Bragg !", exclaimed Cranach, " It is good to
> see you again. How's that little health problem
> you had after I introduced you to those two half
> orc/half wee people women ?"

Barnabus recognized that voice, "Oh, dear not him. I barely got out
of that village alive."  His face started to turn red as he tried to
hide his dismay.

> Noting Briggs rising flush, Cranach laughed a hearty
> laugh. 

> "I hear through the tavern gossip that you are 
> intending to make an attempt on Mor-Ganth, and
> since I find myself tiring of this pathetique
> village and since You owe me a favour...then
> I will join you", smiled Cranach.

> "Ooooo...errrr", said Mr Brigg, blushing
> mightliy, " all right, as long as you keep
> quiet about the other favour I owe you !".

[ADMIN:  The above statement is really the following]

"Ooh.. err, Now wait just a minute.  You may have saved my life, but I
got a bum leg out of the incident.  You could have found a less
destructive means of saving my life.  For that you can join my group to
Mor-Ganth.  But, don't you think for a minute I owe you another favor.
A deal is a deal. I can't help it, if that Item I sold you was cursed."

> Mr Brigg's response replaced embarrasment with anger,
> for the moment.

> Quickly, Cranach grasped the halfling's forearm, and
> closed the agreement . 

Turning to the Dwarf, Briggs said "I like you to meet Cranach Wynn, he's not
your typically rouge. If you give him a chance I'm sure you'll grow to like
him".  Turning back to Cranach "And this is...  Oh dear, I didn't get your
name."  Mr. Briggs turned to the Dwarf expecting some kind of response.

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From: smurphy@unix1.tcd.ie (Mithrandir(S))
Subject: Re: [ADMIN] Post worldwide
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 16:28:01 GMT

In <1jmcc2INNdt2@cc.tut.fi> k113651@lehtori.cc.tut.fi (Karhu Jouni) writes:

>   So, I ask all of you to post worldwide so that I here in distant Finland
>could read your stories too !

  I, the Irish Contingent in apd-i would ask this as well.

   Also, would somebody send me info on this group.
   Like setting.
   WWhat makes it diffrent from the dragons-inn.
   And so on.

>   Til we meet again,   Armas

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From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: [ADMIN]  The thread Br changes name to Mor-Ganth
Date: 22 Jan 93 16:26:42 GMT
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD

The Thread [Br] and [Cranach] will now be call [Mor-Ganth]
--
Joe Carl Jr.               "It ain't what a man don't know that makes him a
jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com   fool, but what he does know that ain't so."
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From: awilliam@qucis.queensu.ca (Andrew Williams)
Subject: [ADMIN] Weekly update...
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 13:57:14 GMT

Jeesh.. it's been a busy week. I haven't had time to read through all of
last weeks posts. Thus the weekly summary has not appeared.Could one member 
from each of the major storylines send me a two to three line summary of 
last weeks events? (Also, could current residents of the inn drop me a 
quick note too?) I'll through it all in the Mini-FAQ and post it.

Thanks
Andrew Williams
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
From: 003956z@axe.acadiau.ca (JASON DAVID ZWICKER)
Subject: Re:[Mor-Ganth] Oh Really
Organization: Acadia University
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 01:15:09 GMT

     The dwarf decides it's time he said something about that poem of 
Cranach's.  'I seem to remeber a poem much like the one you just recited.
De end ad ta do with de accomplishing de bypassing of dose dere obstacles 
myboy.  Nothin bout the netherhells.  Me memory is a little foggy bout de 
piece of writing.  I may be wrong.  As for rewards, all I want is to be able 
to sit me older upon dat dere throne in de keep' mentions the dwarf.  As he 
queitly watches for dem dere reactions.
From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: [Chalamar] Oops - Credits omitted!
Date: 22 Jan 1993 20:09:33 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com


Through sheer oversight, the credits were accidentally left off the
Chalamar: Skirmish at the Gate post.  So, they appear here instead:

"Chalamar:  Skirmish at the Gate" was brought to you by the cooperative
writing efforts of the 'owners' of the contributing characters, namely
the following (in owners' alphabetical order) -

	Jason Farmer [jfarmer@fraser.sfu.ca]		- F'nordren
	Jeff Marker [jeff@stolaf.edu]			- Urkrea
	John E. Mason [jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu]		- Dint
	Heather Rothwell [tedybear@ravel.udel.edu]	- Nutsy
	James Rothwell [rothwell@ravel.udel.edu]	- Dafyd
	Phil Stracchino [alaric@sti.com]		- Alaric
	Andrew Williams [awilliam@qucis.queensu.ca]	- Sam



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