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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Humph!] Happy Birthday apdi!
Date: 15 Oct 92 13:45:30 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


     This group started in the middle of May.  I remember because I was
trying to help Nightstalker get the thing started.  I posted to the first
two versions of the group: alt.dragons-inn and then alt.games.dragons-inn
(which still exist at my site by the way).  A few days later, this group was
born and the rest is history.  Official B-day of alt.dragons-inn: May 5, 1992
The birthday of alt.pub.dragons-inn was about 10 days later, around May 15th.

     Anyway, this means that our 6-month anniversary is coming up very soon
and our five-month is tomarrow!

     Love and Peace and Birthdays,
             -The Dreamer-
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From: bshsiung@quip.eecs.umich.edu (Bernard Hsiung)
Subject: [R] Dariel tries to get at Amaan
Organization: University of Michigan EECS Dept., Ann Arbor, MI
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 16:19:55 GMT

     Dariel halted outside Amaan's door.  It was closed again and
warded with a glyph.  Hmm...  The trigger lines ran through the walls,
parallel to the deck.  It looked like a variation of a bucket-
balanced-on-the-door style trap.  Anybody breaking the lines would be
dumped on by whatever forces that dimensional signature contacted.

     Dariel grinned.  Planar thinking, Amaan--there's no way to
extend that pattern to cover your ceiling or floor.  Dariel returned
to the staircase that he had passed earlier.

     He followed the corridors of the ship until he reached the 
crowded mess hall.  The patch of floor that he wanted would be right
over there.  "Excuse me, sir.  Excuse me, madam."  Dariel crawled
under a table surround by a variety of oddly garbed and heavily-
armed people.  There was a sudden motion, a loud splintering sound,
and a fist-sized hole in the deck.  Dariel knelt to look into the
hole, and disappeared.

     There was a bellow from below and the hole spouted flames...
--
ADMIN:  My apologies, folks, for disturbing your lunches.

Comments, compliments, and complaints can be conveyed to:
Bernie Hsiung (bshsiung@eecs.umich.edu)
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: New NPC Group...
Date: 13 Oct 92 19:52:06 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

The Rabble:
     This group of rather rude humans is always in the inn.  They are the ones
that fall silent when a strange new character enters the inn.  They are also
the ones who become impressed by some minor magic, take interest in a general
announcement, stare at a lovely lady parton, and make rude comments (which the
others of The Rabble laugh at loudly).
     The purpose of The Rabble is to fill out the atmosphere of the inn and
to have someone to react to the PC's actions like the PC's want them to.

Examples of use:
1:
> E'karam walked through the doors of the Dragons Inn and for a moment,
> everyone (The Rabble) paused in their talking.


2:
> "I was about to post this note offering my services and wondered if you could
> help me come up with an appropriate description.  I was going to write:
> 'The only Halfling in the bar', but that could change some time soon.  Then
> I thought of: 'The Halfling in the bar who has a purple moustache', but that
> should wear off any day now." He said indicating his tenticles.
>
> Someone at a table within range of this conversation yelled out, "Why don't
> you write 'The Crazy Mind Flayer'" Which was followed by a roar of laughter
> from that (The Rabble's) table.  E'Karam looked alittle hurt by the comment.

     We are already using them in our posts, I just thought we should name
them.  Oh...I forgot to mention: The Rabble's size can grow or shrink, but
you can never kill them all off no matter how hard you try.  They are just
replaced by equally rude and simple people from Generica's masses.

     Love and Peace and The Huddled Masses,
               -The Dreamer-
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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: +obadu becomes +obadu [inn]
Keywords: +obadu phu Inn Indigo stick figure Examniner
Date: 13 Oct 92 14:34:49 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Indigo looked at the transformation with awe.  Truly amazing, but would this
mean his new profession of psionic interpretter is no longer needed?  Oh well,
at least Indigo had the smug satisfaction that without him, there would have
been no broth, and without broth, +obadu would have been unable to undergo
the transformation.

-jak
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Chip' sences trouble
Date: 10 Oct 92 16:27:41 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


  while watchingt Meshtak talk to the fish-thing, Chip recieved an image from
his trackers.  He watched through the eyes of a cricket how some Thing poured
a vial of some foul liquid over it's claws and than attack the humans.  "Oh
oh," he thought to himself.However, not seing anything wrong with the humans,
Chip cvontinued to allow the insects to follow Hendrick, But know also kept
track of the men on horses.
  then-"What do you n'ean return that sjf thing here!."  Chip' knew that it
was frounded on to eat the other customers, but with that type of stupidity,
how sentient could he be.  Besides, chip' Did like fish...better not though.
Chip stood in thought on the intelligence of some of the so called SENTIENT
beings at this place.
  " h'!s creatures." chip sighed and went on watching the creature, the humans
on horses, and his companions.
*******************************************************************************
 What, ride horses      *  Chip'Chirip
Don't you know your not *  Champion of the great QWueen Mother SS'chie
supposed to play with   *  AKA Don Shaffer
your food!               *     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*****************************************************************************
From: rt22@unix.brighton.ac.uk (Richard Thomassen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Grog......
Date: 16 Oct 92 09:57:04 GMT
Organization: University of Brighton, UK

If anybody wants a total grunt humanoid mercenary, Grog is available
for the next 8 months.

ps- Congratulations Thomas Kettering - unfortunatly, no prize.

-- 
Richard Thomassen
rt22@uk.ac.brighton.unix
From: rhr9081@hertz.njit.edu (Ray Rich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [DQ] On the threshold of the portal ( Second thoughts anyone? )
Date: 15 Oct 92 22:26:35 GMT
Organization: New Jersey Institute of Technology, Newark, N.J.

In article <1992Oct14.083742.3981@gu.uwa.edu.au> cam@gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon) writes:
>
>The five characters stood at the threshold of the portal. Lancos as ever, 
>straining to get to the front, 'Raelf standing pensively next to it. 
>Shockwave and Valgar a little further back, muttering to each other, and
>William standing at the back wondering what he was doing.
>
 "Perhaps it would be wiser for William to stay here.  I understand his
tentativeness, and there's no guarantees any of us will ever return,"
Valgar whispered to 'Wave, stroking his beard.  The littlest giant nodded
mechanically.

>Shockwave muttered something to 'Raelf, who nodded sadly. "You're staying
>here William.", the sword said bluntly, "This isn't your problem anyway."
>
>"No f%^$#ing way!", came the answer quickly, "I've come this far, and I'll
>go the whole bloody way!" 
>"I can look after myself", was what he said aloud. Lancos raised his eyes
>to the ceiling briefly. 
>
Valgar sighed.  He could feel a tugging from beyond the portal.  It felt
as if his very soul were bound in rope, the other end attached to a bolting
mare.  He knew what it was, and it made him uneasy.  If he thought there
was a way to convince the others to stay behind he'd try it.  He could not
be responsible for what would inevitably occur on the other side.

>"Nobody is going to call anybody a coward if they don't want to come.", 
>Shockwave was talking now.
>
>"Anybody not want to go through", asked Lancos, though the silence was deadly.
>Too deadly, the silence wrapped itself firmly around the group as the five
>looked at each other.
>
Valgar looked down.  Before now, it was a simple lizard hunt.  Then this
Vornick, Krastin, and their lackeys upped the ante.  Now, Valgar had a
personal stake in all of this.  He didn't like it one bit.  'You can't
fight fate,' he thought sadly.

>"It wouldn't make the slightest difference", said 'Raelf, heavily under his 
>breath. "Hang on dudes!", he continued louder . . . 
>-- 
>Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
>I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
>would really want to see it time after time after . .

Raymond H. Rich
SAQ: "Take me to the other side..." - Aerosmith
From: kss@mathcs.emory.edu (Kevin Smith)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] After the surprise
Date: 9 Oct 92 12:39:35 GMT
Reply-To: kss@mathcs.emory.edu
Organization: Emory University, Dept of Math and CS

>  As Wanderer volenteers to look at Glystens wound, the mysterious young woman
> called [Galland] reappears and moves over to the unconcious man herself. As
	the
>  group look on, her features are replaced by those of a man who seems to be
>  performing a laying on of hands. As the new Galland sits there, head bowed
	and
>  eyes closed, Glystens eyes open, but they are not the eyes of a sane man.
>  Traveller notices this and pushes the kneeling Galland out of the way as
>  Glysten screams "Be they damned!!" and kicks out before standing and raising 
>  his sword. Traveller takes the kick without moving and, as Glystens sword
>  begins to throw out fire, hits the deranged warrior with his staff, forcing 
>  unconciousness upon him once more.

>     Wanderer has moved only once during this surprising turn of events, to
>  stand between Galland and Glystens sword, seemingly unbothered by the threat 
>  of the fire.

Galland rolls aside reflexively when Traveler's push comes, carrying himself
beyond reach of the immediate strike zone.  There he crouches for a moment
half dazed; he was deeply involved with Glysten's wound when the blowup
came.  As Glysten collapses again, Galland stands shakily; he is much more
tired than he expected to be.  He nods to Traveler and Wanderer -- "My
thanks."

>  When Traveller leaves, Wanderer begins to speak.
>  "Roger, you'd better guard, I shall attemp to discern what foul brew our
>  'leader' has been infected with. Galland - you may help if you wish.
>
>     Without waiting for a responce, Wanderer moves over Glysten's unconcious
>  body, leaving the others to decide whether to follow instructions or not...

Galland joins Wanderer by our leader.  "My gifts are not medicinal, primarily,
but sometimes I can persuade the body to heal itself.  This is a simple
wound, but there is something subtle at work in it.  Much more than a simple
poison.  Clearly, whatever afflicted our companion affected his perception
of us; that, it so happens, is EXACTLY my area of expertise.  I wonder what
he saw when he looked at us?  Normally, it should be simple for me to assure
that he sees us truly, but ... this is strange.  My friend, what talents
do you have in this area?"


Galland (or is it?)


---
Kevin Smith
Emory University, Atlanta, GA 
Internet:  kss@mathcs.emory.edu		BITNET: kss@emory.bitnet
UUCP: {rutgers,gatech}!emory!kss
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Happening in the city
Summary: Thread might be beginning...
Date: 12 Oct 92 08:17:09 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


>The leaflets tell, that anyone coming into the aid of Thargrash will receive 
>100 gold pieces "for all expences" and additional 10 per day in service.
>At once there is a line to the tent, as all the rubble from the streets are 
>seeing a brighter future.

>And all returns to normal an the market square...

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Busy evening in the Inn. People coming and going, attending into 
conversations, playing cards, having fun. A large tank holding a merman is 
standing besides a dark throne in the middle of the many-cornered public 
room.
Suddenly a young ragged woman rushes in, bumps against the tank and almost 
pushes the throne over.
	" Oh please, they've stolen my brother, Timlyn. They've taken him, 
they've taken him..."
	She runs around in panic seeking for a helping hand, face, gesture, 
and she keeps shouting about his brother. 
	Suddenly a dark figure from one of the dark corners rises his hand 
and woman stops. She turns compleately quiet and starts to speek.
	"At the morning a tent was risen in the middle of the market square. 
No one knows what it is. There was an announcement later, that they were 
somekind of help seeking mission of "holy priests" and they were recruiting 
people to some war in the south. They promised wealth and fame. Many people  
volunteered to go, my brother among them.
	"They gave these to everyone" She hands a small leaflet to Kirkil.
	"My brother went in, but he never come out. No-one did. They just 
vanished from there. Help Me!!!"
	She slumps onto her knees and starts to wail...

ADMIN: Thread is opening...The Indicator might be \ST[ ...??

	Jozma :-)

    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: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Chip' goes on the offensive
Date: 14 Oct 92 01:08:22 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


   "yess, yess, go talk to that one.  I will 'ind those others.  They 'ust !e
destroyed.  They are a !lt to all things."  Chip took both gythka out and 
started out the door.  "Oh yesss, SSchi'eh tells 'e that I will need hel! to 
destroy these gf!.  Will any of you co'e with 'e"  He then started out the door
making a cicada like noise again.
   Chip' was happy again.  A challenge to destroy or, if possible change back
to a non-warped form.  He started to track the warped humans with his insects
but first waited to see if anyone would follow him.
******************************************************************************
ADMIN: to Dan, where ARE they anyways? :)  I take it that you'll find out the
great Mothers real name eh?
       Oh yes, help would be very much appreciated. Chip doubts he can take
all of them on at once
******************************************************************************
Live, Eat , and Reproduce  *  Chip'Chirip
   Then you may die.       *  Champion of the Great Mother Queen SSci'eh
Destroy the Abominations   *  AKA Don Shaffer
  of the world, and you may*      dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
  die fulfilled            *
       SSchi'eh's main code*
*****************************************************************************
PS: ALT.PUB.Havens-rest say yes, Please.  
PPS: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (I hope they do, I hope they do)
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Steele & the Generican Examiner
Date: 9 Oct 92 19:39:23 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <1992Oct9.211110.12713@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>, corleyj@helium.gas.uug.a
> 1."What do they call you?"

	"Well, I've been called many names, not all of them so pleasant.  Say,
for example, the Princess of Draconis, she called me amany fiery names..."
Steele gets a far eyed expression, "Yea, she liked me..." his eyes focus again. 
"to bad I had to catch that garbage scow off planet when her father found out. 
But that is another story all together."
	Focusing on the reporter, "Most people just call me Steele, Jonny
Steele."

> 2."What's your real name?"

	"Same"

> 3."You from around here?" (if no, "Been in Generica long?")

	"No, but I have been here before.  Infact, I was here when the inn
opened up.  That was a period of chaos!"

> 4."Where'd you get the map?"

	"I borrowed it."  He doesn't say much more, realizing you are from the
press.

> 5."Where's Blackhawk?"

	Do you want the Newtonian location? Or the Planar location?  As for the
location on the Newtonian plane, I don't know.  However, if I could read magic
coordinates, this page" pointing to the page, "has the directions, kind of like
a streetmap of the planes far as I can make out..."

> 6."Why do you want to go there?"

       "Why not?  It sounds interesting, something unknown."

> 7."Who's going with you?"

	"Well, so far there are three people, I would like to get around six,
before we leave on the expidition"

> 8."Why do they want to go?"

	Jonny seems taken aback, rubbing his chin in though, "You know, that is
a good question..."  Smacking his fist on the table, he smiles, "They probably
LIKE going!...Althought how could they like something they haven't tried
yet...?"

> 9.(very important, leans forwards, eyes blazing, the whole shtick)
> "_Why is this Blackhawk place so important_?"

	Steele thinks again.  Speaking in a majestic tone, "Because, it
is...ADVENTURE!"  He pauses, eyes darting from side to side..."ok, ok, so it
looked better on paper..."


	Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger extraordinair
From: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade] Meshtak leaves to question Blade
Date: 14 Oct 92 15:29:07 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System


        Farnhams sixth sense told him that something unnatural was occuring

elsewhere in Generica, yet his companions had decided to go question Blade.

Only Chip seemed to recongnize the danger lurking outside the city.

Turning to Meshtak he said "I think Im going to do a little investigating.

Ill meet you guys back here and you can clue me in." Not waiting for a reply

Farnham turned and walked away and as he did his image faded to nothing.

"now lets check this out" he thought as he silently (and invisibly)

made his way to the edge of the city. Reaching the secluded area were the

evil presence seemed the strongest, the sight that his eyes beheld sickened

him. Some creature was standing by what used to be the little boy Meshtak.

The boy had been hideouslytransformed. Anger almost made him attack but

his little voice told him to wait. "Maybe this thing will let loose with a

little info before tottally incinerate him" Farnham watched and waited.
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Ixy, Steele, and those who are interested in adventure
Date: 6 Oct 92 23:40:52 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <Oct.6.14.03.50.1992.22403@ruhets.rutgers.edu>, zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
  
> You got something interesting to do?"

	"Interestingly enough, I do.  You see, that is why I am here.  Last
time I just stopped through, but there was such a large amount of people here
wwho seem the type that would be interested in what I found out."
	Sitting in a chair, he reaches inside his black leather jacket, adorned
with the same metal buckles, zippers and chains, ""If you would take a look at 
this..."  He holds forth a glossy piece of parchment.  "I found that in the
archives of the Interplanetary Wizards Council on Eridan four." 
	Anticipating the odd look he would recieve for the unusual texture of
the paper, he waves his hand, "don't mind that, its some of that high bond
paper the mages use, guaranteed for up to a thousand years."	
	"If you would be interested, we could gather some more 'brave souls' and
investigate this Planet of Blackhawk...?"  Looking around the tavern, he speaks
to those paying attention, "Is there anybody who feels like exploring new
worlds, finding new civilizations...oh sorry, I've been watching to many 20th
century re-runs.  But I do need some help."


		Jonny Steele (Lord) Cyber-gunslinger extraordinair


	*ADMIN, for those who peer or view the parchment, it is magical
coordinates of a gate to an unusual world called the Planet of Blackhawk.  The
paper seems to have been torn from a book.  It is written as a report, and has
a summary:

	"Although not much is known of the surface of Blackhawk, it is known
that there is an entire civilization of people living beneath the ground in
massive interconnecting chambers and rivers.  A singular group of mages is
believed to have built Blackhawk, and brought the people to Blackhawk.  They
have servants, known as the Overlords, who watch the populance, guaranteeing
that it does not get out of hand.  There were four distinct races, all of the
Homo Sapiens classification:
	Homo Sapiens Astutus (Humans)
 	Homo Sapiens Eldae Saxum (Elves, burly and stong in stature-rock elves)
	Homo Sapiens Eldae Sedito (Elves, red hair tall, lithe frame)	   
 	Homo Sapiens Pumilio Saxum (Dwarves)
	Homo Sapiens Fae Naias (Water Fae)
	There are several separate city states, along with a stong church,
which is a twisted version of the Zurvian faith.  This, along with the odd
technology (Energy weapons, Prosthetics, alongside a medieval society), leads
me to believe the Blackhawk Mages have pulled the people from this plane.  I
reccomend that further investigation is made to find the Newtonian location of
the Planet of Blackhawk, and to release its people from their inprisonment.

		Cronim Eranthimor, 1324, Eridan IV
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Steele, still needs more people (about two or three)
Date: 9 Oct 92 12:55:07 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <Oct.8.13.21.44.1992.19649@ruhets.rutgers.edu>, zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:

> IXy thinks this over. "Hmmm... If you say so," he says with a distinct lack of
> enthusiasm. "So who else have you found to join up with your group?"


	"Well, if you aren't interested..."  he picks up the page, "I'm shure
there will be others."
	Facing the room again, he announces, "those who are interested in
questing to the Planet of Blackhawk, I will be sitting..." his eyes dart around
the room.  Finding an empty table he points to it, "there."
	Theatrically adjusting his jacket he puts on a seemingly insulted air
(for being called a thief), and walks to his new table.
	After making himself comfortable he asks to those nearby, "while I am
waiting, would anybody care for a game of sabacc?  I learned it in another
plane, similar to my own..."

		Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger extraordinair
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