HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au (Scott Wight)
Subject: NEW CHARACTER
Followup-To: ----
Keywords: ----
Organization: Monash University College Gippsland, Churchill, 3842, Australia
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 05:00:58 GMT


    Mavrius entered the inn at last.  What a trip it had been.  He hadn't
travelled that far for some time and it had been equally as long since he had
ridden that distance on a horse.  Oh well he was here now

    He strode over to the bar, his brown leather armour still clung to him
since the ride.  Boy, Varande was a long way, well at least he was now away
from the trouble.  He actually felt sorry for the citizens of that country,
he wondered what it would be like under the rule of Alasir.  Oh well it wasn't
his problem, he didn't live there anymore.  It was a time to start anew, make
new friends and not worry about the running of a business, no matter how
sinister it was.

    Mavrius removed his small, black leather gloves and ordered a wine.  He
rechecked the peace knots on his short swords and multitude of daggers.  It
wouldn't do to have someone decide he was being a little to aggressive and try
to skewer him full of holes.  No a bar room brall was not what he was after.
But then this was the Dragons Inn, nobody brawled in here.  Well it always
pays to be safe.

    Looking around he noticed someone asking any of the inns patrons if they
were interested in an exbidition to another world.  Now that sounded
interesting thought Mavrius. Maybe I will be able to escape by past and make
some friends.  "Better finish this wine first," he mumbled to no one in
particular.

    Mavrius sat back and waited to see what would occur next after the mans
interesting request.


                      --Scott Wight--
                    s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 16 Oct 92 08:28:57 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Oct.15.18.28.17.1992.5378@dorm.rutgers.edu>,
     jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
>  
> "'Tis true, I'm afraid, Runecaster, that glyphs, wards, runes, indeed magics
> in general, do not lie upon my chosen paths.  I have learned to respect them,
> and those who master them, but never to controll them myselves," Indigo 

   "RuneCaster?" she exclaims as a look of surprise crosses her face.  "You
honor me with that which I have not earned, good sir!  A name is not a gift
to be given or taken lightly, and I fear that I have not earned the right
to bear a name.  I do thank you for your kindness, tho I cannot accept such
a name."

   Indigo and Ixy can both see, however, that their kindness is not 
without effect.  The young drow sits higher in her seat and a sparkle has
come into her dark blue eyes that were downcast and sad but a few moments
before.

> "However, I am gladdened by your desire to set things right, may you have 
> good hunting and warm currents.  Godspeed."

   "May you always find Sunny and Sweet Waters."
  

-----
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: s924716@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au (Cynan Mcwilliam)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK] + New Character ( Sarbrek - Feline )
Date: 13 Oct 92 00:28:55 GMT
Organization: RMIT Computer Centre
NNTP-Posting-Host: minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au


     Karalia are rarely seen anywhere and this was the first to have been seen
in this area and so it was no surprise that he made has first real appearance
at the Dragons-Inn. Walking gracefully mane shimmering in the firelight he
pushed his way through a small crowd to take a space at the bar.
     Wearing only pure white leather clothing and a small backpack of the same 
material he stood out in the crowd of mostly dark or drab clothing. He smiled
cheerfully at the people near him and ordered a small glass of heavy spirits.
     At his side hang a large heavy war glove ( metal glove with large razor
sharp claws. ) and a small scimitar both tied over with peace knots of some
flimsy material. 
     Turning from the bar his eyes slowly surveyed the room with there cool
glance before coming to rest on a table slightly of to the left of the main 
entrance. Walking slowly over he sat down opposite Johnny Steel. 
     "Johnny Steel?" He said already knowing the answer.
     "Yes, that's me, and yourself?"
     "My name is Sarbrek wanderer of the Nivarl clan, I heard about your 
intended journey and would like to join your party, plus I have something
that might be of assistance." came the reply as Sarbrek pulled a flattish
dish covered in what seemed to be a large amount of small metal spheres and
placed it carefully on the table.
     The object hummed softly and looking closely a few people nearby watched
as some of the small spheres rotated slowly. Tiny figures in some unknown 
language on some of the spheres moving passed small glass windows.
     "The name is unpronouncable in this language but sufficent to say that with
it one can move between dimensions."
     Sarbrek sat back on his chair and waited for an answer as he watched the
other customers on the Inn smiling as he had been since he first stepped into
the Inn.


.----------------------------------------------------------------------------. 
| Cynan McWilliam  :  s924716@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au  : Well now? Humm? .-_|\  |
|--------------------------------------------------------------------/     \-| 
|  **Sarbrek** Male Karalia - Unknown profession - Unknown Attitude  \_.-._/ |
|  **Karalia** Feline race - Best descibed as Humanoid Snow Leopard       v  |
'----------------------------------------------------------------------------'   
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kaldir recovers
Date: 12 Oct 92 03:57:31 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

[ADMIN: since E'Karam has got other endeavors forming, I'm re-taking control
of Kaldir.]

Kaldir groggily gets up. The last thing he remembers is an Illithid attacking
him, and then stopping because he was a halfling and shouldn't be able to do
that. He looked around and noticed he was in a small alleyway behind the pub.
A couple would-be thieves lie dead next to him, having tryed to steal his 
sword, not knowing the defences it had on it. looking around, he homed in on
the signal again. re-entering the pub, he saw E'Karam talking to someone at a 
table. He was about to attack, when he glimpsed Ixnaphior in the purple flashy
light in the lit, twenty-somethingth corner of the in. Noting that the tracking
spell was not attched to Ixy, he concentrated and sent the message to Spondeux,
and severed the connection. A brief yellow flash blinked on E'Karam's hand at
this. He then got a room for the night and went upstairs to rest, carefully 
hiding his presence from Ixy.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn)
Subject: Re: The Book of Halflings
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 22:53:23 GMT

In article <92282.163545ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
|> "You asked before if I thought I was a regular Halfling.  To that I would
|> have to say no.  Most of my people stay at home and smoke their pipes and
|> cook or farm.  I am not like them, I seek adventure away from the hutches."
|> he started.
|> 
|> Mary Littlefair came over to take their orders.  E'Karam ordered another
|> strawberry juice and turned back to the Firgun, "I am also different from
|> other Halflings in that my moustache seems to have temporarily turned purple
|> due to a miscast spell.  Asside from that, I am an accomplished scout and
|> 'accessor of the inaccessable' so to speak."
|> 
|> "I am also very interested in the book idea as I seem to be rather low on
|> funds at the moment," he admitted.
|> 
|>      Love and Peace and Mental Blocks,
|>               -The Dreamer-

"Wonderful," replied Firgun.  "Well, I think the first thing I would like to
know is:  Is your appearance that of an average halfling?  That is, besides
your rather large, purple moustache."

"Oh, I suppose I better take notes, so as to make sure I get all my halfling
data down straight."  Firgun pulls a belt pouch out from under his cloak
and from inside he takes out a strange looking pencil.  It looks like a
normal wooden pencil, except the eraser at the top is about three inches
in diameter.  "One of my greatest inventions, a pencil that outlasts the
eraser."

Reaching back into his cloak, he pulls out a small handful of stuff.  Two
pencils, about half used, with no erasers, a tiny notepad, a small yellow
envelope, and a golf ball.

Once again taking off his hat, he drops the pencils and the envelope in
and puts it back on his head.  Then he picks up the golf ball, looks at
it in bewilderment, then tosses it over his shoulder, where it proceeds
to roll out the door, and stops next to a guy wearing a raggedy cloak.

Back inside, Firgun takes a drink of his cider, and then pours a little
on the tiny notepad.  After it gets wet, it swells up to become a notepad
about one foot square.  "Another of my great inventions," says Firgun.
"Much more portable then your average notebook."  He then opens it up
and prepares to write on it.  "Now, excepting the purple, prehesile
moustache, do you look like the average halfling?"

			- Scott
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Thoughts on separation
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 02:16:35 GMT

This is just from my own limited experience with groups that get .d subgroups
for discussion.

Unless the main group is moderated, then it's rare that discussion is kept to
the .d subgroup.  People will >still< do non-story postings here.  And we will
encounter resistance to creating Yet Another group, even an alt. group.  So I
vote against the idea.

There's really not that much ADMIN posting.  We have about six quasi-weekly
posts, maybe more, because the Character Summaries has swollen recently, and
Tourist's Guide is on the verge of doing that, too.  However, in the Charter,
it says specifically not to worry about doing large numbers of posts.

(Actually, I do think that the Thread Summaries could be done as fewer posts.
They don't really need to done in three or four posts as Pete has been doing
them.  Hint, hint.)

Anyway, I don't think it is a problem.  You could killfile ADMIN if you figured
out how on your newsreader, or just 'n' past them.  Another possibility, I
guess, is to put >all< of the regular postings on news.answers, where they
could be eternally accessible, but just ask Jeremy Nelson how much progress he
has made on fixing the FAQ headers to do that.

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."  If we start getting a 2:1 ratio of
ADMIN to story postings, then I'll worry.  The problem isn't anywhere near
that severe.

--
---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"If your breasts are too big, you will fall over.  Unless you wear a rucksack."
   --Ivor Cutler
Current Album--Bach:Brandenburg Concertos Nos. 4, 5, & 6; I Musici
Current Read--Karla Jennings:The Devouring Fungus
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Ixy, Steele, and those who are interested in adventure
Date: 7 Oct 92 16:22:59 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Ixy looks over the paper. Noting the jagged edge, he feels compelled to ask the
obvious question:
"Who'd you steel this from? It seems interesting, but I have enough people out
to get me already, and I don't need MORE enemies. I don't want to be like some
of the other patrons here, either a friend or an enemy of everyone, and more
the latter. Otherwise, I think I'll give some consideration to this. It just
might be fun anyway. I'll let you know in a couple of posts. [Admin: I'm using
posts as the standard unit of time in the netWorlds.]
From: tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder)
Subject: Re: A visit to the School for Young Paladins...
Organization: Rice University
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 23:31:55 GMT

     Sir Bedamere HATED doing guard duty.  Standing at the gates to the school,
keeping out the riff-raff, constantly worrying about thieves and pranksters
from the nearby College of Magic...  Besides, after a solid two hours of
detecting evil, his head started to hurt.  So though he remained steadfastly Lawful Good, he was somewhat annoyed when the stranger came up to the gate.
     He was wearing a stiff leather jerkin, (uh-oh, thought Bedamere, another
thief...), and had a long sword slung at one side (hmm... cant tell a heck of
a lot from that, EVERYBODY uses long swords...) and a crossbow slung at the
other (Bedamere pulled out his Player's Handbook and flipped through it... hmm... ok... still checks out.).  A small shield was slung over his back. (Bedamere narrowed his eyes.  Not a thief after all... well, THAT was a relief.)
His dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped halfway down his> back, and his face looked as if he hadn't shaved in about a week and a half.
(May be good, but ALMOST certainly isn't Lawful.)
      "Who goes there," said Bedamere.
      "I am William the Younger of Tell, and I am here to see my cousin, Dougl,
who should be a second-year student here."
     Bedamere narrowed his eyes.  "You aren't Chaotic, are you?  You know that
second-years are STRICTLY prohibited from fraternizing with chaotic or evil
personages..."
     "I don't see why I should have to tell you that.  I mean he IS my cousin,
right?"
     "Look, you Chaotic types may like to find fault with the laws and make so
many exceptions that there isn't anything left of em, but here at the Cuthbert
School, we believe in a little Law and Order.  And since you're so blatantly
chaotic, I'm going to have to keep you out.  Good night."
     "Look, what if I say that I'm willing to reconsider my chaotic ways?"
     "Come back when you have."
     "How bout if I say that the only way I will be able to do so is if I can talk to my cousin and listen to his wise council, as learned from the wise elders of the Cuthbert School."
     "Flattery will not be tolerated.  Still, it would be a pity to see a
Chaotic soul close to redemption go astray...  I suppose that you may enter."
     William walked through the gate and headed off to find his cousin.

ADMIN:  now I KNOW i set the distribution wrong for this one B-).
Sorry to all Rice folx for the repeated article...
Also, Dennis... email me if you want to do Dougl's side of the conversation...
otherwise I'll just make him a passive audience...
-- 
Tom Scudder                    tomscud@ruf.rice.edu
"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, a half pack of
cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
"Let's go."
-The Blues Brothers
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak talks to the drow woman
Date: 15 Oct 92 12:31:01 CDT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Oct.15.09.29.09.1992.22371@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes:
>     "Ah lovely lady, i would be an honor to comply with your request."said
> Aramus.  "I'm afraid i don't have an adamantine dagger on me at the moment,
> but will an adamantine stilleto do just as well?"  He took a stilleto out of
> his pocket and, it WAS made made out of Adamantine.  "Just please give it 
> back when your done pleease, it's a family keepsake."  He offered the stilleto
> to the drow lady.

   As Armus offered the stilleto to the drow maiden, she made a pass with
her right hand, and more of the glowing runes appear in the air.  Armus
felt a gentle pressure on the stilleto, and realizing what must be
happening, he opened his hand.  With no great speed, the stilleto floated
from him to the hand of the young drow.  "Thank you, kind sir.  This will
be a better instrument than those which I requested.  Upon my honor, it
shall be returned to you at the completion of my work."

>     "Family Keepsake, not from OUR family", said Magebane from his table.
>     "Well, I never said it was from our family, however, the family i did get
> it from wasn't to happy after they found out about...well, never mind"  
> Aramus blushed a deep scarlet.

   With these words, the floating knife came to rest in her hand.  With a
look of mild concentration on her face, she traced a pair of runes over the
knife and a sheath of soft black leather appeared around it, complete with
the proper means of attaching it to her boot.  After doing so, she turns
toward Meshtek and says, "I am prepared.  Shall we leave?" 
-----
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.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak questions Chip
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 01:15:25 GMT


>"Now we 'usst hurry !efore they do 'ore da!age.\"Chip Said.  "YOu,"he said to 
>Meshtak,"go on and question the tra'ped one, I, and any that will join 'e wil
>go find the others. Ok?" Chip started moving in the direction of the nearest
>one of the 'changed' humans.  He hoped he wasn't to late to stop them.  Chip
>started up his battlehum again and leapt to the top of one of the buildings,
>"If you can follow 'e, do so, if you can't, follow on the ground, I will guide 
>you...
>*****************************************************************************
>

     Looking back at the others as Chip bounds away, Sir Tyrone comments, 
"Impulsive, isn't he?  I'd almost swear he was a Paladin or something.  Ah 
well, we'll try to stay out of TOO much trouble."  And with a mighty leap,
the Wererabbit bounced to the roof of the building Chip had used and began
leaping after the Thri-Kreen...

ADMIN:  So who else wants to go mutant hunting?  So far there's Chip, Tyrone,
	and Farnham (sp?).  Anybody else?


Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)
Sir Tyrone, "that fuzzy guy with the ears."
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK] and more arrive...
Date: 12 Oct 92 20:51:02 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <s924716.718936135@minyos.xx.rmit.OZ.AU>, s924716@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au (Cynan Mcwilliam) writes:
>      "My name is Sarbrek wanderer of the Nivarl clan, I heard about your 
> intended journey and would like to join your party, plus I have something
> that might be of assistance." came the reply as Sarbrek pulled a flattish
> dish covered in what seemed to be a large amount of small metal spheres and
> placed it carefully on the table.
>      The object hummed softly and looking closely a few people nearby watched
> as some of the small spheres rotated slowly. Tiny figures in some unknown 
> language on some of the spheres moving passed small glass windows.
>      "The name is unpronouncable in this language but sufficent to say that with
> it one can move between dimensions."
>

	"Well, Glad to have you join our group.  This, here is William,"
motioning to the other person at the table.
	"And you have brought something that we are in extreme need of having. 
With this machine...er, this device thing, we should be able to go straight to 
Blackhawk" He flicks one of the spheres, watching it spin lazily.  "Just as
soon as we figure out how to use it...?"
	"Until then, we were just about to begin a game of Sabacc, would you
like me-" 
	At this time a newsboy came into the room, bringing a Generican
Examiner to Jonny.
	"You Steele?" he asked, nearly out of breath.
	"yea..."
	Handing him a paper, he turns away, "I was told to give it to you,
somethin' about you bein' in it..."
	After the boy leaves, Jonny spreads the paper open on the table.  As he
reads the article, his face becomes grave.  Suddenly he snaps it away from
the other's peering eyes.  His face cracks into a grin, and he bursts out
laughing.  Tossing the crumpled paper on the table, he picks up his cards
again.
	"Damn press, they'll twist yer words every time.  Wonder when the
reporter will arrive..."  Shuffling the cards, he begins re-telling the rules
of Sabacc.

		Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger Extraordinair
From: rt22@unix.brighton.ac.uk (Richard Thomassen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Its back...........
Date: 13 Oct 92 14:07:48 GMT
Organization: University of Brighton, UK

A cobwebed covered bundle in the in shuders, then raises itself
off the floor, where it has long been mistaken for a badly skinned
fleat bitten bear rug.

The cobwebs and dust fall away, revealing the armoured body of Grog.

Any bo
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: ADMIN: police?
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 18:31:08 GMT

Can anyone give me any information about how the police and army are organized
in Generica? Send any info to dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu. Thanks a lot.

Danny Reinker
Meshtak the Draga (good)
Hendrix the Spawn (bad!)
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica