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From: jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Guards? What guards?
Date: 16 Dec 92 16:41:44 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Zebron walked out of the inn, confident that the group, with it's new addition,
would soon follow.  The 'moon elf' stretched, trying to get his muscles ready
for the day's journey.  A silent command to Dusk, and the raven flew into the
sky.

Soon, the bird found what he was looking for, and sent the information to his
elven friend through the bond they shared.  Zebron said a silent prayer
thanking the gods for his avian partner.

Summoning his courage, his skill, and the magic from his hat, Zebron the 'moon
elf' slowly turned into Zebron the chainmail wearing farmboy-fighter.  Then
'Matthew' went to intercept the troup of 'guards' he had summoned.

"Well met, good sirs," said the drow-in-human's-clothing, thankful he was 
addressing a group of fighters, without a mage or priest to see through his
magical deception.

A few minutes more of this charade and 'Matthew' convinced the guards that 
while the massacre of the farmers had happened, those he thought were the
murderers were not the ones responsible, and were in fact tracking the 
responsible party down.  'Matthew' was going with them in order to avenge his
father's death.  'Matthew' also asked that they do not speak of his mistake
again, for fear that a reputation of jumping to the wrong conclusions would
mark him.

That being done and said, 'Matthew' rounded a corner and once again became
Zebron.  Or at least, Zebron the 'moon elf', who then hurried to meet his
companions at the stables.  But on the way, he passed by a familiar church, one
where he had dropped off a sack of coins and gems that Matthew had referred to.
Only the priests here should have known, so obviously Matthew was in league
with them.  Looked like the farmboy wanted to be a champion of a god.  A
paladin.

Taking out a quill and ink, Zebron hastily penned a message on the back of one
of his 'calling cards':
	The boy will be safe.  He travels with friends.  He will return a man.

Slipping the card under the door, Zebron walked away to join his friends.

Dusk flew on ahead, enjoying the warm morning sun.

-jak
jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu
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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Subject: [TW],[ST],[R], I'll be off...
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 10:11:06 GMT


To all concerned:
I'm off from the Net till mid January, so next characters will not submit 
any texts during that time:

Merol of Kirilin, though he will stay with Radan as long as possible due 
	some debt he feels...
Kirkil Uaiz and XRXS, of which Kirkil will faint after enclosing the 
	Forcefield around those smaller Earths. Maybe someone could drag him 
	into the Inn...
Amachiak and Chik-Cha, who are travelling with a frozen company somewhere...
ShadowMage, who is marching towards the Perfumerie with his strange and 
	dangerous friends...

So, Merry Christmas to you all, Godspeed and fare thee well!!

	Jozma	:-)

PS. As Arnold said in Terminator:
	I'LL BE BACK!!!


    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: johnf@apollo.hp.com (John Francis)
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 19:46:05 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard Corporation, Chelmsford, MA

Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> writes:
>
>During the pause, another patron of the inn nods towards the occupants.
>
>>"Father, . . .,  Sir Knight, . .,  Milady  - is the imp with you tonight?"
>
>Lancos is clueless about the last part of the sentence, and decides to handle
>the part he can. It has been a long while since anyone has called him "Sir",
>the word comes as a minor shock from the newcomer.
>
>"I'm no Knight." he announces, smirking at the thought that THIS group might
>consider him a paladin or the like. "But you are welcome to sit and chat with
>us if you like."

"I thank you" replies Felix, and pulls up a seat. "I am sure that the tales
going around the taverns are not entirely true, but if there be but one part
of truth to ten parts invention in these stories none could dispute your claim
to knightly prowess.  Did you not but recently return from a quest undertaken
with other patrons of this establishment?".  Felix pauses.  "And you, . . ."
he says, turning to Lucas.  Then he stops, almost as if he had forgotten what
he was going to say, and turns to the third occupant of the table. "These same
tales told of a blue-skinned lady of great beauty, yet somehow I feel that you
are not she, if later parts of the tales be true. Can there have been two such
in these worlds, or were you the original that she copied?"
With that he sits back, takes another pull from his tankard, and looks at his
new companions through half-closed green eyes.

[ADMIN: for those who don't remember, Felix appears to be only partly human,
        with definite feline overtones.  Mail me if you want more details].
-- 
John Francis                                 johnf@apollo.hp.com
with 9 cats to feed, I don't have time to think up a clever .sig
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From: jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] murderers???
Date: 12 Dec 92 19:42:38 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:

>In article <Bz3w2n.M15@jabba.ess.harris.com>, jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.) writes...
 
>>"Before I tell you what I know of the murd...  unfortunate incident.  I would
>>like to see if anyone else has something else to add?"
>> 
>>Mathew scanned the group awaiting a response.

>"I have," says Garriot.

>Garriot crosses to the newcomer and says, "Friend, if any of those at this table
>are to blame for the death of your father and his friends, it is I," he says, 
>"for the power which controlled them had my demise in mind. Take my sword, the
>sword which was my father's before me."  He hands his sword to Mathew.  "If
>you judge me to be guilty, then strike me down."  His eyes, haunted with grief
>meet those of the young warrior, and grim determination replaces the grief.
>"But stay your hand, and I swear to you, on my honor and my sword, that I will
>not rest until either the one responsible for your father'sdeath or I myself
>lie dead."

>Garriot bows his head and awaits Mathew's decision.

Dusk ruffled his feathers, the only noise in the now still tavern.

Zebron, likewise, shifted uneasily, on the slim chance his guess was wrong.
The lad had tracked them this far, but also knew of Jaq Spayde's gift.  The
former attested to his skill, the latter to his heart.  The boy did not want
revenge, but justice.  Zebron knew the difference.  He hoped this human knew
it as well.

Dusk looked at Zebron, his eyes wide.  Zebron nodded almost imperceptably.  He
had notified the local law, or so he claimed.  This was not a good development.

Zebron smiled.  He was certainly awake now.  Either he would see a fight within
the next five minutes, or reveal himself as a dark elf to this innocent boy a
few hours hence.  If he thought he was a murderer now, what would the future
bring?

But back to the present.  A spell of charming came to his lips.  With guards
on the way, it would be the easiest way to take down the farmer's son.

-jak
jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu
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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [Ga] Mathew joins the group
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 13:14:31 GMT


In article <BzBHx4.1yH@jabba.ess.harris.com>, jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.) writes:

|> 
|> "Why yes Ma'am, I've gotta beaty of a warhorse right out front"  Mathew 
|> staightens up proudly.  He swung his arm in a charming gesture towards the
|> door indicating if she cared to go first it would be his pleasure.
|>

Alaric gets a mildly jealous look on his face briefly, but the frown is replaced
with a smile as he meets Khisanth's eyes.
 
|> "Your name was ...  Kiss - Anne??" He look to her to see if he had made a
|> mistake.

Khisanth smiles.  "Close.  More like "Key - Santh", actually.   You can call me
Khi if you wish, as the others do."

"Come.  We must be going."

-- 
=============================================================================
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: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Subject: [Ga] False Accusations
Summary: Mathew doesn't know what to do
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 15:16:55 GMT



>>"Before I tell you what I know of the murd...  unfortunate incident.  I would
>>like to see if anyone else has something else to add?"

>>Mathew scanned the group awaiting a response.

>"I have," says Garriot.

Mathew turned to look at the man that had spoken up.  

>Garriot crosses to the newcomer and says, "Friend, if any of those at this
>table are to blame for the death of your father and his friends, it is I," he
>says, "for the power which controlled them had my demise in mind. Take my
>sword, the sword which was my father's before me."  He hands his sword to
>Mathew.

Expecting a confusion, Mathew reached out to take the sword from the man's
extended hand.  But this was not the the kind of confesssion that demanded
justice.  Mathew took the sword, and looked at it dumbly.  The feeling of
anger was subsiding.  A clearer head was prevailing.

>"If you judge me to be guilty, then strike me down."  His eyes,
>haunted with grief meet those of the young warrior, and grim determination
>replaces the grief.

Mathew met the mans eyes expecting a lie, but saw compassion and grief.
Mathews shoulder eased a bit as as the other man confirmed the tale told by
the pretty lady.  The man's eyes changed from the look of grief to one of
resolution as he said

>"But stay your hand, and I swear to you, on my honor and
>my sword, that I will not rest until either the one responsible for your
>father's death or I myself lie dead."

>Garriot bows his head and awaits Mathew's decision.

Mathew looked dumbly at the sword and then back at the man.  This was not
justice.  Mathew look to the rest of the group to see if there was any
dissent.  His mouth opened an closed a couple of times, but no words came out.
"Now what do I do? I just falsly accused these fine people of murder," he
thought.  He looked back to the man again he stammered.



--
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
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From: aaron@atlantis.uucp
Subject: [MI][KQ] Delmara[Buff']: Severe Abdominal Lacerations
Reply-To: aaron%atlantis@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca
Organization: Atlantis Communications, Edmonton, AB, Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL7]
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 05:17:12 GMT


As Delmara dashed out of Jacinthe's house, she had some trouble at first
locating the hubbub.  Then she realized it was coming from above.

Kron and several of his companions were atop a nearby house.  Kron seemed to
be the one wounded, and it looked bad.  His companions were, no doubt meaning
well, trying to move him to the ground.  "Keep him up there!" she yelled.
"I'll come up!"  She turned to find Elstree at her side, apparently having
heard the shout also.  "You too, if you can manage it."

Someone found a stepladder--obviously homemade--and the two clerics scrambled
up onto the roof.  Kron's companions set him down gently and backed off.
Delmara surveyed his injuries swiftly.  Broken nose--minor.  Broken ribs--
minor.  Several abdominal lacerations--major.  This would take her most
powerful healing spell, she realized.  She cast her mind forth to Aditi and
started chanting as she put one hand on the silken whip at her throat and the
other on Kron's bloody abdomen.  Elstree's voice joined hers as they combined
their powers for the healing.  Kron's spirit was starting to drift over the
line, but slowly they pulled it back.

Visceral tissues started to knit and mend.  Soon the wound was closing,
leaving only a faint scar.  There was still energy left, because of Elstree's
aid, and their hand moved up to Kron's chest.  The ribs on the left side
started to knit as well.  Then the power slowed to a trickle, leaving the ribs
mostly healed but still more vulnerable than they should be.  It was time for
more conventional techniques, now that his life was stabilized.  Working
quickly and with the aid of one who identified himself as Rhoan, they bound
Kron's ribs and set his broken nose.

"He's going to be okay," she said, "as long as he gets a bit of rest and lets
the ribs set the rest of the way."  The first part of her statement was relayed
down to the ground, and a cheer started among the Buffers.  Delmara raised her
eyebrow and said, "Well, Sgt. Kron, it seems that you've become somewhat of a
local hero.

"Oh, by the way, your comrade Maleiu is also going to be okay.  And I was
given a message by Queriche for someone named Thk...is he here?"  She waited
for his reply.

-- 
---Alfvaen(Still looking for "October's Baby")
"I never gave it a thought, I never thought I should think
 I would go along with anyone and anything"  --Rupert Hine
Current Album--Pete Townshend:Empty Glass
From: jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] As the crow flies...
Date: 18 Dec 92 00:44:46 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Zebron Twilight, appearing as a moon elf due to one of his many magical
devices, smiled at the stable hand's 'reaction' to Mathew's commands.  What the
farm boy did not know was that Zebron had carried out those wishes himself,
albeit in the guise of Mathew.

The 'moon elf' rode his recently acquired steed, Onyx, up to the aspiring 
warrior.  "Must think you're not playing with a full deck," Zebron offered as
an explanation for the stable hand's actions, an explanation that hinted at 
other secrets as well.  Zebron knew that Mathew's comment about a sack of
coins and gems as the group's pennance could only refer to one thing.  The elf
hoped the priest hadn't shown the boy the playing card he had left behind, but
it might have happened.  The last thing the rogue needed was a paladin-wanna-be
lecturing him about his prefered methods of business.  That was the whole point
of Jaq Spayde, Zebron's alter ego.  

As one, the party turned to leave the town.  Zebron breathed a silent sigh of
relief as they left.

An hour's ride and the group was far enough from the town that Zebron could
drop his illusion.  Not stopping his horse, Zebron rode well in Mathew's line
of sight, and the 'moon elf's features blurred and changed.  Black hair turned
white.  The soft features of a moon elf were replaced by the harsh, angular
features of a drow.  Soon Zebron Twilight was himself again, a dark elf.

Flashing a wide grin, the dark elf turned towards the newest member of the
group, the only one not to know that his 'moon elf' guise was a mere deception,
and greeted him, "Well met at last, Mathew.  I am Zebron Twilight, the Silver
Sword of Eilistraee.  And this..."

The elf's voice trails off as he extends his arm.  The raven flying above lands
on it, and nods it's head towards Mathew, eyes gleaming with intelligence.

"...this is Dusk."

-jak
jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu
From: albert@chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ]Marcel[TGMOAB 7.x]  If looks could kill....
Date: 19 Dec 1992 04:22:25 GMT
Organization: Baylor College of Medicine, Houston, Tx
NNTP-Posting-Host: chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu

>  "Where is Kron? Gods above, will he live? Please, stranger, you must
>tell me!!"
>  "'Raelf?" he said, attempting to pronounce the apostrophe.

	"M'sieu, you fail to understand.  You are not in the position
to ask questions."  Marcel stared at Silken.
	"Dude, he's cursed out the yin-yang.  Chill a bit.  I got 
him stuck right now.  You may want to have your Binding Ritual ready, tho."
	Marcel fingered the silver cruifix on a chain around his neck.
Silken started a bit.
	"Now, Silken," asked 'Raelf.  "Oh, you aspirate the 'r', by the by.
Silken, why did you attack Kron?"

	/Demons.  We're talking with demons./  Marcel fingered his crucifix,
and considered simply slaying the demon.
	[Boy, you're not thinking.  We gotta find out who sent this mook after
Kron, or he'll just send another.]
	/Sigh, I suppose.  Bit all this magic and demons and dark gods is 
really getting to me./
	[You and me both.]

	"So, M'sieu, speak, we do not have all day."

-- 
Rick Jones				Systems Support Center
albert@bcm.tmc.edu			Baylor College of Medicine
Voice: 713-798-7352			standard disclaimers apply
One jump ahead of the slowpokes, One skip ahead of my doom. - Aladdin
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Wednesday, 16 Dec 1992 15:56:43 EST
From: Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.

>>"As I recall, you were looking for a 'mother'. Did you have any success?"
>>Lancos finishes, waiting for a reply from either of his new tablemates.

>Lucas nods. "Yes, I found her..."

Lancos listens to the tale Lucas spins. Kidnapped from the Inn? He had always
thought the place a sort of haven from harm, at least the inside of it.
Tortured, imprisoned, nearly absorbed -- it sounded like the priest had had a
possibly worse time than even he.

"I sympathize for you." Lancos says upon Lucas' completion. "And if I can help
you -- financially or however -- let me know." Turning his attention to Saph,
he continues "The offer goes to you as well.".

He paused in anticipation. It would not be "necessary" for them to accept,
though he WOULD feel better to actively help someone. Unlike in the quest --
in his mind he had nothing to do with the saving of whatever was in danger;
but for a quirk of fate, he might have even aided the destruction.

During the pause, another patron of the inn nods towards the occupants.

>"Father, . . .,  Sir Knight, . .,  Milady  - is the imp with you tonight?"

Lancos is clueless about the last part of the sentence, and decides to handle
the part he can. It has been a long while since anyone has called him "Sir",
the word comes as a minor shock from the newcomer.

"I'm no Knight." he announces, smirking at the thought that THIS group might
consider him a paladin or the like. "But you are welcome to sit and chat with
us if you like."

His offers "on the table", the warrior waits to see how they will be
responded to.

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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Saphire: OOOO  a drink.....
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:52:15 GMT

In article <1992Dec16.124036.2925@gacvx2.gac.edu> pseudo@nic.gac.edu writes:
>"Thank you kind sir my throat was getting parched and where I come we don't use  
>this currency.  I am Saphire Silkson, a Revlis of some ability.  You spoke of  
>torture, and it makes me curious.  You see there is nothing a revlis likes less  
>than confinement and cruelty.  What manner of place is it that tortured you?"
>

 Lucas is so involved in trying to figure out how to get this strange woman to
talk to him that he almost misses the fact that she actually IS talking... to
him, no less... his mind reels momentarily as he registers this fact, then
reels even harder trying to figure out how to respond. Realizing she is waiting
for an answer, he decides he has to say something to cover his lack of strat-
egy...

 "It was a thoroughly disagreeable and rat-infested dungeon belonging to a
group of arrogant, paranoid, violent, and rather mangy people, known as the
Wasters, I believe. They appeared to like to torture for the sheer pleasure it
brought them, but I'm afraid I wasn't a very good victim, so they grew frus-
trated and sent me away..." Lucas sighs, and almost slips back into melancholy
stupor, catching himself at the last moment as he remembers his task. He thinks
a bit, and finally decides to swallow what modicum of pride he has and indulge
in the largely fruitless and energy-draining activity called 'small-talk', 
while he ponders his next move.

 "So, Miss Silkson. What is a Revlis, if I may ask?" He gives a half-hearted
attempt at a smile. He knows the answer already, of course, but perhaps he can
get her to explain at length, and give him some valuable time...
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Monday, 14 Dec 1992 11:46:57 EST
From: Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] False Accusations

Several things happen in a short period of time, almost too much for Brent
to dissolve all at once.

Someone comes rushing in, spouting:
>"Do you think gems and gold will buy the souls of gentle men!?!"

Brent is confused by the outburst momentarily. But a quick look at Zebron
causes him to make the link. No doubt the drow (in moon elf's "clothing")
had repaid the only part of the debt the group could at this moment. The
half-elf (who's apparently good at imitating a human :-)!) wishes he had
thought of the idea himself.

But Brent remains silent as Khisanth explains their position, telling their
side of the story.

Though it's obvious the young man isn't totally convinced, as he says:
>"Before I tell you what I know of the murd... unfortunate incident, I would
>like to see if anyone else has something else to add?"

As a matter of fact, Brent DID, but Garriot was quicker to speak.

>"Friend, if any of those at this table are to blame for the death of your
>father and his friends, it is I."

In a widely unexpected move, Garriot offers his sword to the newcomer,
pledging his honor to finding the cause of this, and "offering" the newcomer
a chance to kill him if he doesn't believe in Garriot's pledge.

But the young man stammers, obviously believing in it, and unsure exactly
what to say.

Khisanth and Garriot have spoken their peace, and it appears most of the
rest will remain quiet for now. Fine -- his turn then. Brent had
experienced people of the some heart, and hopefully knew what would serve
the best.

"Well, good sir..." Brent starts.

"Mathew." a shaky reply comes. "Mathew Dawnstrider."

"Thanks.". Brent issues a small smile. He quickly introduces everyone else
at the table.

"Anyway, Mathew, why I have to say is this: no one here is REALLY to blame
for the deaths. If we hadn't defended ourselves, we'd likely be dead, and
the farmers would not be better off. You are not to blame for mistaking us
for ones that follow an evil path, some of life's harsher realities can
be hard to learn. The only one who should take any responsibility is the
force that charmed them. That person wrongly controlled others, and
shouldn't be allowed to do so again. I say we go after him as best we can."

Brent fell silent again, glad to contribute where he could. Perhaps hanging
around the "good" types was best, if that sort of talk got them out of the
inn before the local militia could show up. Even with his and Mardan's
standing as guards -- of other places --, it would be a situation best
avoided, in his opinion.

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