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From: bshsiung@quip.eecs.umich.edu (Bernard Hsiung)
Subject: [R] Amaan gets his just desserts...
Organization: University of Michigan EECS Dept., Ann Arbor, MI
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 18:33:56 GMT

     Amaan paused as there was a particularly loud crash from the deck above.
"That's alright.  Keep reading," Dariel said, tapping the page meaningfully.

     Amaan returned his attention to the book, wincing as the neatly written
formula of yet another spell disappeared from its pages.  Normally, he would
only resort to reading spells directly from his spell books in an emergency
or when under great duress.  In this case, both conditions applied, but since
none of the spells manifested any effects under Dariel's steady gaze, the
point was academic anyway.  He had just finished his last spell of the fifth
circle when Dariel stopped him.  "Okay.  That's good enough.  I understand."

     "What are you going to do now?" Amaan asked.

     "You have an unusually large repertoire of distasteful spells," Dariel
observed.  His hand hovered in front of Amaan's face, fingers curled, then
snapped back quickly.  Amaan doubled over, gasping.  It felt like he had
been kicked in the stomach and then had his liver removed through his mouth.

     "Wha--what did...wha?" he wheezed.

     "Your magical Talent," Dariel said.  A crystalline web was suspended
between his fingers.  "You don't have any spell books.  You won't be needing
this for the rest of the trip.  Maybe not ever."  He shrugged.

     "You--you son of a whore, you can't do this to me.  Someone's trying
to kill me!  You've left me completely helpless!" Amaan sputtered.

     "Don't worry.  You'll be quite safe."  Dariel's other hand, Amaan
suddenly noticed, held a transparent, twisted not-sphere.

     "What's that?" Amaan asked suspiciously.

     "A Klein bottle."  The bubble-like object pulsed, growing and shrinking,
as Dariel rotated it in his grip.

     Realization dawned.  "You're not putting me inside that thing..." Amaan
protested as he started inching away.

     Dariel grinned.  "You're already there.  The trick is to seal it off
in such a way that you're the only thing inside."

     Amaan flinched as Dariel swung the bottle at him.  The world convulsed
for a moment and then he found himself standing inside a smoothly curving
blank space.  Dariel's voice echoed from all directions:  "You can manifest
anything you desire.  I don't think you'll be bored."

     Dariel casually tossed the bottle onto the desk.  Its surface now
displayed Amaan's situation, piecemeal and distorted, as if in a funhouse
mirror.  That should keep Amaan out of trouble, Dariel reflected as he took
down the wards surrounding the room.  He should be able to keep himself
occupied, and it was highly unlikely that anyone else would be able to get
him out.  When he had last used this holding device, the beings trapped
within hadn't wanted to be released.  Dariel smiled to himself as he
wandered out.  What other sort of prison would a Child of Hope use?
--
Comments, compliments, and complaints can be conveyed to:
Bernie Hsiung (bshsiung@eecs.umich.edu)
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Kirkil: Hello Redlin, join the Force
Summary: New member to the family
Keywords: Puzzled, waiting for Zach and Mel, Info about Tent
Date: 11 Nov 92 08:36:35 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Nov10.084512.3844@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>   The strange fellow stands up and walks over to Kirkil's table, fiddling
>with the strange little box on his wrist.  "Hi.  Name's Redlin.  What's the
>scoop?"

Kirkil looks puzzled.
	"What? Scoup? What inne earth meens that?"
He looks this new fellow for more information, thinking feverishly at the 
same time.
	"Oh, well, well. You meen what is goink on heer. Letss finde out, 
when thees too can make out, what thei arr goink to do with uss."
Kirkil take a sip from his mug and closes his eyes.
	"Redlin, friende, pleez join the companie. Sit...
	"Well, well, seemes oure friendes redde and whitte a visitoir hadde. 
Veery fammilliar, marlaner I see...Seem to have bagges larg
..."
Kirkil seems to be babbling something unidentifiable, and Redlin is thinking 
himself, while seating, that this wasn't such a good idea after all...

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage of Cerdylann

    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: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Farnham recovers
Date: 12 Nov 92 18:49:28 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System

[Admin: Max seems to have experienced some kind of time distortion! Farnham
has teleported away and had absolutly nothing to do with the reactions of
the guardsmen]
                Farnhams head ached profusely as became conscious. "Where the
hell am I?" he thought as he looked around a saw that he was lying on a straw
pallet in a small room. "Last thing I remember I was in a glade. In pretty
bad shape to , if I remember correctly" Farnham reached around to inspect
his wound only to find the shoulder whole. His head turned to the sound of
someone approaching.
      "so yer awake are ya my young little gnome?" This came from an
extremely elderly women bearing a cane. "old Hagga fixed ya up good,now its
time fer you to help Hagga"
     "Who are you and how did you find me?" asked Farnham, perplexed yet
grateful.
     "Trinda my daughter found you lying in a glade not far from here and
brought you back. You were near death until my potions healed you."
     "so what is it youd have me do?" replied Farnham.
     "Yesterday my son aldo disapeared. He was getting mixed up with
a group of local ruffians and they all just disapeared. I want you to find
him. Promise me you will and I will accept this as payment"
     Farnham thought back to the group of ruffians who Hendrix had controlled
and sent them to attack him.
     "M'am It may be to late but I promise if its within my power I will find
your son." The old women seemed to accept this.
     "Well, you rest now gnome and soon you can be on your way"
         After she had left Farnham cast a small but useful spell, withdrawing
a small stack of books from a Interdimensional storage space in which he kept
his most prized possesions. "Ihavent looked in these for years, really havent
needed to...but now Ive got to be prepared" Farnham started studying the most
powerful and dangerous spells he knew.
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 12 Nov 92 04:19:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Nov.11.21.12.06.1992.8795@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...
>v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:
> 
>>..however, a weak groan indicated that one of the assassins still lived.
>>Garriot, ignoring the still-bleeding arrow wound in his shoulder, strode
>>purposefully over to the wounded assassin and grabbed him by the tunic.
> 
>>"Why were you trying to kill us?," he demands harshly, "Who sent you? Answer
>>me!"  A hand on his shoulder causes him to look up; Mardan is standing over
>>him.
> 
>>"Easy, Garriot," he says, "I think he's under some sort of spell.  Look," he
>>points to the blank expression on the man's face.
> 
>>Garriot nods slowly, the rage fading from his countenance.  "I think you're
>>right," he says.  "Can anyone besides Kyleen dispel charms? I don't think
>>she's up to it right now..."
> 
>"Let me have a look at him," says Zebron, as he strides over to the limp
>figure.  The drow examines the man, and sees that once brought out of the 
>charm, he would be in no condition to try to flee or do harm.  Not that he
>would have the chance, the drow thinks, seeing that all the party would be
>surrounding him.
> 
>"Well, while Khisanth wields magic that takes quite a toll, this is a simple
>spell for me..." Zebron says, and soon he beings to mumble.  The dark elf
>then snaps his fingers, and the light returns to the man's eyes.
> 
>"Alright, he'll now be able to talk to you," Zebron says, then leans in closer
>to Garriot and whispers something about not being able to verify the answers.
> 
>"And I'd hurry.  Without healing he'll soon perish."





Garriot nods and bends close to the assassin once again.  Less harshly, he says,
"Who are you, and why did you attack us?"

The former assassin, now freed of the charm, looks confused and frightened.
"Please...my name's Georly, and I don't understand any of this...I'm just a 
 farmer...where am I?  Who...who are you people?  My wife is going to be 
 worried...could you take me home plea..." Here the man's eyes roll back up
in his head as he slumps forward.  Garriot curses himself venomously and
pulls a vial from his bag.  Pouring the contents into the man's mouth, he
mutters, "Hang on, friend, you'll live to see your wife again yet...live,
damnit, LIVE!"  

Kyleen softly puts her hand on his shoulder.  "He's gone, Garriot."

Garriot remains kneeling by the corpse for several moments.  "A farmer...and
how many of these others were also farmers?  How many have wives who'll be
worried about them?"  Slowly, he stands.

"Whoever is responsible for this," he says, "is going to eat his own liver."
With that, he begins building a burial cairn for the bodies.
From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Timelord - 21 today!!!
Date: 8 Nov 92 12:02:35 GMT


Yes, that's right folks. Timelord (cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au) is
21 TODAY (Sunday), and I felt I had to tell ALL of his ADORING FANS
-and you too!

So, if you feel like it, hit "m" and wish him happy over-the-hill's
day!

Cav
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria: Transportation and HELP!
Date: 9 Nov 92 21:28:45 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.9.12.00.03.1992.465@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
> Indigo noticed the weariness on Moria's features, and commands her to go to
> her room to catch some sleep, telling the others that such a short delay will
> be necessary if the mission is to succeed.

   "In truth, good Indigo, I am not certain that I have the strength to get
to my room at the moment.  I think that perhaps I am weaker than I had
thought."

> "While I could not possibly use a steed, I have magical items that will allow
> me to travel on land.  While I am loathe to use them, and feel very
> uncomfortable doing so, it is a necessary evil.  My ring is one of levitation,
> allowing me to float in the air as I do in the water.  My earring is one of
> 'watery-air', allowing me to breathe more comfortably as well as giving enough
> substance to the air to allow me to 'swim' - and I 'swim' much faster than
> any horse."

   ##Do not fret about the trip, Indigo.  After I rest, I can endeavor to
obtain or create most of the necessary things.##
   Moria's mindwalls were weak due to her fatigue, and Indigo picked up a
few stray images of little silver and gold men with large tables for hands
holding up and carrying his entire water tank as she rode a horse that
seemed to be made of the night itself.
-----
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.
From: microsoc@black.ox.ac.uk (Microsoc)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Zacharia introduces himself to Mel
Date: 6 Nov 92 23:57:05 GMT
Reply-To: read%orion.physics@ox.ac.uk
Organization: Oxford University Computing Service, 13 Banbury Rd, Oxford, U
Originator: microsoc@black

The young nobleman still looks as though something is worrying him.
After a few minutes of cradling his head in his hands, the enigmatic figure
obviously comes to a decision. He rises quickly, and pushes his way through
the crowd to the table where Mel is sitting, talking to Kirkil.
	Again the strangely accented voice, slightly louder than it need
be;
	"You'll excuse my preumption, lady, but did I just see you using
body purifier...?"
	The Elf turned in her chair to face the newcomer.
	"It's just that wher I come from it's valued as a hangover cure. Never
seen it myself, only heard of it - but I'd be prepared to buy some."
A sudden grin illuminates his face. In fact, he looks quite pleasant when
he stops scowling! He performs an ornate bow, involving a flourish of the 
cloak. "I _do_ beg your pardon. I haven't introduced myself. Zacharia
Relson is my name. And you may be...?"
	Kirkil starts to introduce himself, but Zach doesn't seem to be at
all interested in him. The Elf launches into her standard introduction,
thinking that she's had to introduce herself a lot lately...
	"I'm Melandra Flametree, Princess of..."
	Mel breaks off in alarm as the seemigly dissolute rake dissolves
into a blur of activity. When he stops, he is kneeling before her, his cloak
spread neatly on the ground, and his rapier half-drawn with the handle
towards her.
	"Your highness, forgive my intrusion. I am, of course, at the
service of you and your house."

	Well, thought Mel as she surveyed the unexpectedly courteous youth,
perhaps birth does have its advantages...

	Well, thought Zach as he glannced up at the limber Elf, at last
I find someone who isn't just jumped-up rabble. Exiled I may be, but
I can still retain my dignity.


{Admin. My email address is giving me serious problems... you could try
read@orion.physics.ox.uk.ac if you want, but no guarantees of success...}
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 10:05:25 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L][KQ] Luthor Feels Chaos

Luthor re-entered the barroom to be confronted with a scene of total
choas.  Moria, who he had just put to bed minutes before, was already back
in the barroom talking to the Merman and the tiny Squerrel Rider.  Then the
Merman was back in his tank asleep, then talking to a grayish man, then
asleep again.  People jumped back and forth in the time stream.  Effects
came before causes, then the original causes were changed to never have
happened.  Something was very wrong in Generica.

Luthor found a particularly dark corner (there were 38.2 now) and
became one with the shadows.  As he slipped into the cracks or reality,
he noticed that they were becoming larger.  He reappeared on the roof
of the Dragons Inn and looked out over the city.  Several things hit
him at once:

There were now four suns.  One was rising, one setting, and of the final
two, one was absorbing the substance of the other as it collapsed.

Using his mage sight, Luthor saw a drain on the magical energies of the
city.  He followed the lines of flow and traced them South West...somewhere
in the Low City.  The Mage Guild, usually showing up as a bright becon in
his "other" sight, was now merely a greyish flickering.  'That will teach them
to put all of their eggs in one basket' Luthor thought to himself.

Wanting to determine the full extent of the chaos, he decided to
investigate his cloak, but first he would need a lifeforce inside it.
Crawling on the roof of the Dragons inn was a tiny termite...that would
do nicely.  He touched part of the cloak to the insect and it disappeared.
Luthor went inside...

...15 minutes, 400,000 years, and .0001 nanoseconds passed before Luthor
came out of his cloak.  He looked like he was going to be ill.  No longer
was he alone on the roof of the Dragons Inn.  Eric, his mentor, was there
too.  Luthor turned to him, "It's like a dream come true," he said with a
weak smile.

"More like a nightmare," Eric siad.  Luthor had never seen him look so worried.

ADMIN: For those of you who don't remember, Eric is Luthor's mentor/master.  He
       helped out a bit when the [L] group went to kill Queen Shana Tremor in
       the Summer.  He was attracted to Generica by the chaos that happens
       when you get a whole bunch of really powerful adventurers and make them
       fight a God.  Luthor and Eric are worried that the reality around
       Generica will fracture making the whole city-state dissolve into its
       component parts.

     Love and Peace and Makers of Chaos,
               -The Dreamer-
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria:  Honor and Death.
Date: 10 Nov 92 07:06:50 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <silk.721353789@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes:
> "I don't need a horse.  My armor is capable of taking me wherever I need to
> go, faster than a horse.  And, I am not one of those foolish knights who
> runs around refusing to do anything but the 'honorable' thing.  Those types
> end up dead."

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

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

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

[ADMIN:  See the relavent postings by myself and the Dreamer]
-- 
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to opposed its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 10 Nov 92 20:40:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Nov10.130856.11675@ccd.harris.com>, mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes...
> 
>Kyleen has started tending to Garriot's wound, and Khisanth runs toward her 
>stunned mate to pull him out of the way.
> 
>Zebron has since joined the fray, as have Brent, Mardan, Philippe, and Simon. 
> 
>After tending to her mate, Khisanth steps off into the woods, and those close by
>hear retching sounds.
> 
> 
>Alaric / Khisanth


Garriot staggers to his feet, draws his sword, and leaps into the battle. 
Despite his wound, it is clear that he is an extremely skilled fighter,
and two of the would-be assassins are forced to fall back before his onslaught.
They are so intent on avoiding his blows that they fail to see Brent behind 
them...
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Battle (corrections)
Date: 11 Nov 92 13:12:56 GMT
Organization: Harris Controls
Originator: mba@sp1



Khisanth, minus this morning's meal, manages to stagger out to the edge and view
the battle.

Things are different than what she expected to see....Kyleen is a deadly shot
with her bow, and it seems at least two, soon to be three, are dead by her doing.
(Since Kyleen had bound Garriot's wounds at one point, Khisanth had naturally
assumed she would do so again....Khisanth was wrong, and she knew she would not
want to be on the other side of that bow!)

As she watches, weakly leaning against a tree, she sees Garriot pull the arrow 
from his shoulder, get to his feet, and charge into the battle.

Alaric has gotten to his feet, and while he is too unsteady from the backblast of
Khisanth's spell to resume melee, he loads his bow and begins firing, albeit at a
slower rate than usual.

One of the assassins gets simultaneously skewered by both Garriot and Brent, and
Khisanth's sorcery-weakened stomach has a little trouble handling it.  She turns
away.


-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +      Any opinions presented are mine alone.
  Good judgment comes from experience.  Experience comes from bad judgment.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Ixy! What happened?
Date: 11 Nov 92 16:32:28 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
>   She looks up from her food as she feels that peculiar psychic dead-zone
>that is Ixy enter the Inn.  Seeing his condition, she bolts from her seat,
>leaving a nearly untouched plate of good, hot food behind, and rushes over
>to his table.
>   "My goodness, Ixy!  What happened to you?  Are you alright?"

Ixy raises his his and a smile forms. "Ah, I knew I shouldn't have left here,"
he murmurs to himself. Then more loudly so Moria can hear (although the voice
is still a little weak), "Well, I decided, while you were helping the 'rider,
that since I couldn't help much there, I'd get a little fresh air. SO, I 
stepped out, and I found an old aquiantance waiting for me. If I had thought
to check for him, I would have had no difficulty avoiding the whole thing. 
Anyway, Kaldir- did I ever mention him to you?- was quite happy to be able to
catch me, something he hasn't been able to do since the first sphere quest.
I was only able to get away from him before he broight me to his leader because
one of the guards was sympathetic to me- although he needed a little coaxing.
So now I'm back, quite a bit worse for the wear, but fully intact. And I found
out that my communication ability cannot cross dimensions, so I profited in
that way. now I just need some rest, which I'll get after a little food. This
sort of thing works up an appetite." He chuckles a little at this, and his food
arrives. "Care to join me?"
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