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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Ixy finishes up and makes last-minute preps.
Date: 15 Nov 92 18:00:08 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

As Moria heads out the front, Ixy looks at his plate. "still a good bit left."
He digs ionto his pack and finds a small water-proofed bag, and puts the left
over into it. Tying the end up, he replaces it, and heads out toward the front.
Seeing that not everyone as come out yet, he makes a final check over his 
equipment. First the daggers: their ever-sharp edges gleaming perfectly. both
of them in excellent condition. Now the hand-crossbow. looking good. he cocks
and fires it without ammunition. The cord is fine. 3 extra cords in the pack.
a score of bolts- "A score? I thought I had 40!" he rummages through the pack
some more and eventually finds them. "I must have misplaced those." He then 
places them in a quarrel case. One weapon left. he takes out a third dagger,
before now unseen by anyone around. He glances around to see if anyone is 
watching. Only Moria is even in the street, so things are safe. He concentrates
on the dagger, and the blade extends to a shortsword, then a longsword. the 
blade takes on a golden color. He thinks 'good. now return to normal.' and the
longsword returns to the dagger form. He then quickly takes stock of other 
things: provisions, polish, rope, grapple, herbs, more herbs, etc. He walks 
over to Moria, and when she is done with her current task announces "I'm 
ready."

-- 
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If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here.
From: s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au (Scott Wight)
Subject: Re: Mavrius botches another fine attack
Keywords: Mavrius, Greysdale, Mutley and one wererat still kicking.
Organization: Monash University College Gippsland, Churchill, 3842, Australia
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 08:02:35 GMT


    The dead knight lying on top of Mavrius sure was heavy,  and cold.  The
armour was cruching his face and his nose was frozen quite solid, not to
mention other appendages.  He tried, quite unsuccessfully to lift the knight
of him, but Mavrius was no strong man, looks like he'd just have to wait and
freeze until the knight did get up.  Mavrius managed to turn his head in time
to see the werewolf explode and the dog creature mutter something about Hold
Person not working,  ' I'll say ' thought Mavrius, his thoughts back to normal
after the bout of drunkeness, only to be taken over by the frostbite now
gripping his body.

    Mavrius turned his head again to see the wererat with the squished head
rise from the ground, rather unsteadily.  Seeing its wererat friend and
werewolf leader killed by such ominous and dextrous foes it promptly turned
and ran.  Unortunately it was headed straight for the Dragons Inn, where even
more ominous and dextrous foes awaited............

[ADMIN:  What will happen now????]

                Mavrius the popsicle
                    Scott Wight
         <s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au>
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Amachiak on the way
Date: 20 Nov 92 08:56:24 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


AHH!!
At last we are on the way. Good to be moving, feel the breeze.

*Yes, Amachiak. Travel. Long. Rested.*

Yes, dearest Chik-cha. Well rested, and long journey ahead. Think we can 
keep ahead of them?

*Yes. Easy. Trees when Out. Town Difficult.*

Should we take a ride then?

*No need. Speed. Rest in Woods.*

Sure, let's fly then.

*Home. Waiting.*

Amachiak smiled. The squirrel under him was magnificent. He always wondered, 
what had made him so fortunate to have such an animal to befriend him. Could 
it have been true, that each good Squiichar was reborn as a squirrel?
If so, then Chik-cha had surely been that legendary Lady of the Squiichar, 
the only female leader of his regiment!

The party moved on. The golden creature carrying Indigo's tank made Amachiak 
hurt inside, but only if he came too close. The thing on which the strange 
fighter was floating carried the man with ease and speed.

And Moria.
She could have been a Queen. Her steed flew without a sound, so lightly, 
barely touching the ground. Amachiak couldn't help wondering this young 
woman.

*Envy. Jelousy.!!!.*

Amachiak's smile came broader. Chik-cha had always held her place, but 
sometimes he thought her to be too protective.

The journey was well on the way.

They came to the East gate of Generica.
The woods.
The road.

Chik-cha took some speed instantly. They jumped from tree to tree, from 
branch to branch. Chik-cha rested during each jump, restored her energy 
while in motion.
The trip would take some time to complete, thought Amachiak. Less if we don'
t run into some trouble...

	Amachiak, the Leader of the Squiichar

    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: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [Mista][L] Bakr tries to help
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1992 02:17:28 GMT

>  When he left the shop, he saw a merchant ripping a page off something Bakr
>recognized as a Generican Calendar.  "Hm.  I guess the others will be gone
>when I return to the inn..."

  Then he turned in the direction of the inn and found that a fight was going on
on the Plaza.  A female elf was approaching someone who was going up in flames
but who didn't seem to care... it must be a fire creature from an elementary
plane.  He remembered having learnt about elementary creatures at home, in
Midgard.  Dvergar, Hunar, Galdrar, Elementary Ghosts, Frodefolk, and... what
was the name?  Unimportant.  There were a lot of Earth thingies around -
what's the plural of Joerdmand?  One of them was quite large - perhaps a Hune
or a Galdre.  He saw a whirlwind - he had forgotten how they were called - and
then he recognized Firecat the gnome, badly distorted, through a transparent
thing that looked like a man made out of water - a Fossemand?  There were no
Ice Elementals though... (Bakr didn't know that Ice was not an element in most
of the worlds)

  Hey - was that Erik?  Yes, definitely.  Luthor's mentor.  He had last seen
him in Cormyr.  If Erik was here, then Luthor was probably not far away.  That
thought made him realize that he shouldn't just stand there but do something.
With his newly-purchased magic items...
  Ring of Repulsive Stench?  No, elementals didn't have noses.
  Wand of Nosebleed?  Grrmbl.
  Instant Imp?  No.
  Sawdust of Pacifism!  That was it.  He would throw it at some of the Earths,
and they would stay away from the battle (and start a sit-down strike, Bakr
would have thought if he had been from another world).
And the Clinging Marble for the big one!
  Licorice of Fur?  Yes!  He could protect himself for the case that the other
things wouldn't work.
  Bakr cast Self Control, ate one of his licorices - whereupon he grew a dense
black fur on the whole body so that only his once-white burnoose could be
recognized - and charged.

  He reached the Earths and started to throw sawdust at them, careful not to
come too close.  The first one just ignored him - he was not standing in the
way - and approached the inn.  The second one ignored him too, and when the
third one did the same, it dawned upon him that these creatures probably had
thought structures so foreign that the sawdust wouldn't work...

  The Scharidian mage retreated.  He started Plan B:  He took the Clinging Marble
and threw it at the big Earth Elemental.  He hoped that the ground wouldn't
shake too much when the creature repeatedly slipped on the marble...
  The item landed at exactly the place where the Elemental would put his foot
next, as it was supposed to - but it was just crushed under said foot.

  Desperately, he unsheathed his dagger and charged the smallest Earth he could
find.

--
Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage.
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 19:55:01 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista][L] Firecat to the Rescue


> "There is a group of elementals coming toward the inn!  I don't think that
> they will be able to get in, but I think we should do something!" Eric
> shouted to the other patrons.

> "Someone go get Trawm, he'd be interested in this.  Serene, you might want to
> call the Mists to keep the inn from burning."  Without another word, Luthor
> ran out of the front door to deal with the elementals.

Firecat the Gnome grabbed his things upon hearing the call for battle.  Shadow,
his wolf-companion woke from his nap under Firecat's table to follow his
master...into death if need be.

"No Shadow, stay!"  Shadow sat, but looked nervous.  When Firecat took a step
toward the door, Shadow followed.  "NO, STAY!" At this, Shadowed began whining
loudly.  Realizing that Shadow would disobey his commands, Firecat guided her
by the scruff of her neck, up the stairs and to his room.  There, he locked
her in.  He felt guilty, but he had to do it.  She had no special protection
from the elements as he did.  The elementals would quickly destroy her and
he would not be able to stop them.

As Firecat charged back down the stairs and out the door, he noticed that some
of the other patrons were preparing to do the same.  Upon reaching the door,
Firecat shifted into his namesake...a four foot long tiger, covered in flames.
He bounded out the door, past some of the slow moving earth-men, toward his
target, the Fire elemental.

When he was within twenty feet, Firecat lept into the air at the head of the
elemental.  A moment later, they were wrestling on the ground.  Firecat tried
to rake with his claws, but found his enemy to be less than solid.  In turn,
the elemental found his flame attacks useless against a fellow creature of
fire.  The stalemate was temporarily broken when Firecat managed to push the
elemental away.  It flew back and crashed into a wooden cart that was a
pile of red coals a moment later.

As Firecat readied for another attack, bitter cold struck him, knocking him
into a daze.  As he recovered, he was hit again.  His normally roaring fires
reduced to a mere flicker, Firecat looked for the source of the cold...and
found it.  The Water elemental was directing streams of his essence at
Firecat, an extremely powerful weapon in his current form.

Feeling weak, Firecat shifted back into his Gnome form and drew an axe.  He
shifted his attention toward his watery enemy and charged in that direction.

     Love and Peace and Watery Graves,
              -The Dreamer-
     Love and Peace and Watery Graves,
              -The Dreamer-
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From: tim@nx40.mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman)
Subject: goodbye (no threads) 
Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences
X-Path: nx40.mik.uky.edu!tim
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 05:30:36 GMT

 Guys,

     sorry to leave you so abruptly, but the acct is about to die
 and it has the only news access I have.  As I am loath to use the
 acct of another...call me virtuous...I will lose access for two
 months.  By January they may have yanked news access from all
 machines...but i doubt it.  I'll be back next year  and for those
 who have followed or been involved with
   Doc Pan (Prill Lek)
   +obadu the shaman/tracker
   Beyn 'e Phid (the Sad Mage)
   Bolen-Hoth (the new one)
   Investigator Goode
      
 be advised that nothing will follow for awhile.  See ya in the
 funny papers.  And promise me you won't ALL go pro before I get back.
 I'd hate to have to PAY for this.

 tim   (tim@mik.uky.edu    cn0001th@ukcc.uky.edu)

--

  Doc  Pan       tim@mik.uky.edu          Tim  Huesman

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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] The Sound of Silence, the Price of Speed
Date: 22 Nov 92 17:11:33 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:

>Marra returns, alighting on Zebron's unoccupied shoulder.  She seems to be
>carrying on some conversation with Dusk.  She then returns to Khisanth's
>shoulder.  The forest seems to get thicker.

As the cat leaves the dark elf's shoulder, so does Dusk, flying in the
direction Marra came from.

>Khisanth's voice is the first to break the silence.  "Marra says that there
>is a town about two miles from here.  We are nearly at the edge of the
>forest."  The sun is very low in the sky.

>An hour later, they reach the edge of the forest at the top of a hill.
>Down the hill, a small town sits on the bank of a small river.  It is
>almost dusk.

As the group looks at the town, a small winged form approaches them.  Dusk
returns to Zebron's shoulder.

A brief pause as the two look at each other, and then Zebron shakes his weary
head.  The dark elf concentrates, and his form grows indistinct.  The features
blur, and soon there is no black skinned drow mounted on Onyx, but a pale
skinned moon elf with jet black hair.  The features are Zebron's however...
in fact, this looks like a negative of the dark elf.

"We have no time to deal with the prejudices of a backwater town," the moon
elf says in a voice that belongs to Zebron, as he starts his horse down the 
path, as a tear starts its way down his pale cheek.

>The melancholy crew rides down the hill, and enters the town.  Alaric
>arranges lodging for the night, and stabling for the horses.

>After a meal halfheartedly eaten, everyone retires in silence to their
>rooms.

-Jak
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Not a happy camper
Date: 23 Nov 92 00:33:12 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Indigo was not happy.

The merman had asked Moria twice not to conjure a 'mount' for him, a fact that
he was reminded of as he rode along in his tank.

But apparently there was no arguing with the drow woman, as she had set her
mind upon this course of action and he could not persuade her otherwise.  He
had his own way of travel.  His magical ring and earring could have allowed
him to swim through the air.  But _no_, he had to go and say that it was
uncomfortable for him to use magic.

Which it was.  But at least he knew and could contol his jewelry.  This 
overgrown golden tripod was unknown.  And he felt like his hands were tied,
just sitting around in a tank.  More like a freak on display.  Oh, how he 
longed to float through the air and stretch his muscles and get some good 
excercise.

Sigh.  Of course he would have been uncomfortable swimming in the air.  But it
was better than riding in this infernal box.  The only thing he would have
felt comfortable doing was swimming through the ocean.  But that would not only
make it impossible from the others, but probably not bring them any closer to
rescuing the squirrel-rider's queen.

Heh.  At least the tank is glass.  One good battle and it should break.
Especially if Indigo 'happened' to tip it over as he got out.

Heh heh.

-Jak
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Kotaro -> Moria: Mounts and free breakfast.
Date: 16 Nov 92 23:35:33 GMT

Kotaro looks about him after finishing his breakfast.  He thinks about what
he's gotten himself into, and then says in a low voice, "orders are
orders."

He then goes out back to the stables...
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [ST] Kirkil: Welcome Shrouded One. Notice to Others, too!!
Date: 17 Nov 92 22:48:17 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <1ebvl1INNjel@flop.ENGR.ORST.EDU>, foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) writes:
> In article <jpesonen.118@viikki.Helsinki.FI> jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
>>Kirkils hear jumps again. Too many surprises at the same time.
>>	"Zoo, you havee cometh back from far." Small leathery flapping is 
>>heard and Xrxs lands on his shoulder.
>>	"Meeny friendes have to our quest fore that litele Timlyn requested. 
>>I have that tente surveilled, it harmlessly seem. There newe ekwipment this 
>>mourning cometh, on winged lizard-no-tail hade. I suggest, we the tente 
>>first experiment for informatione, eh?"
>>
> 
> The Shrouded One peers up at him from beneath her hood with her ebon eyes.
> "Indeed.  I counsel that we move quickly and make our observations as swift
> as possible.  If they have watchers about, we must reach the tent and learn
> what it is about ere those watchers can return and warn them of our coming."
> 
> She sits up in her chair, finishing the last of her MistWine, folding her
> cloak over her.  She looks at the others expectantly, wondering when they're
> going to get up and make their move.

   Redlin looked at Kirkil and this shrouded person for a moment or two,
assessing them and trying to determine thier likely weaknesses and
strengths.

/- TacCom:  Evaluation. -\

   In response to his command, some of the cybernetic items implanted in
his head accessed all data that had been obtained up to this point.

\- Subject:  Kirkil -= Chaos Factor - High;  Probable Mage
   Subject:  shrouded entity -= Chaos Factor - Unkown;  evaluation
impossible -/

/- TacCom:  Mark subject_2 -\
/- DeathWatch:  On death:  dimtrav(home) -\
/- MedSet:  Monitor -\

   During this interplay, Redlin continued to glance in turn at each of the
people at the table, getting an evaluation of each, and continuing with the
instructions to his computer. 
   After just a few moments, he turns back to the Shrouded One.  
   "I am prepared to depart at any time.  My skills are not such that many
would be impressed, but I have ample ability in taking care of myself.  If
no one objects, I find myself curious and a bit aprehensive about this
tent.  I offer my abilities to this group, and suggest that we get
underway.  Now..."

-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [inn] Dark Shadows over Kloote
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1992 00:20:57 GMT

  When Moria left the inn, two figures entered.  Of both could be said that
they were of average size: the first one was a normal-sized female gnome, the
second one a normal-sized male half-ogre.  Both were a bit on the ugly side.
One could see that they had travelled for some days; they looked dusty and a
bit tired.  The half-ogre's gaze swept over the room, as if searching for
something, then he he shook his head.
  "OK, let's drink something" murmured the the gnome, and both moved toward
the bar, where Rowan Littlefair was cleaning glasses.
  "Beer!" grumbled the half-ogre.
  "Me too" added the gnome.
  "What sort of beer?  We have..."
  "Just Beer!" snapped the big humanoid.
  Littlefair's and Listener's eyes met shortly, and Listener prepared his
instrument, just in case.
  When both had an empty glass standing before them, the gnome asked the
barkeeper, "Did you see an arrogant beanpole around here?  Named Lifilis
Kloote.  Conjures things.  We want to talk to him."
  "He has a room here, but I don't know when he comes back.  You see, the time
is a bit confusing around here.  I have customers that haven't been here for
a week, and others move out of their room, and on the same evening they are
back..."
  "So he's still in town?"
  "He went to the Tower of Marlin, but he could be anywhere.  You could ask the
Seaguard."
  "Aha.  Where is this tower?"
  "Go west until you see the river."
  "Thanks."  The gnome put some coins on the counter, and they left.

--
thomas kettenring, 3 dan, kaiserslautern, germany
...and then the dragon ate the princess and the knight, and he lived happily
ever after.   -- Grandma Addams telling Wednesday a story (paraphrased)
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Mista][L] Luthor get help into defence
Date: 23 Nov 92 17:52:34 GMT
 <jpesonen.120@viikki.Helsinki.FI>
Organization: Penn State University

>Kirkil hold his hand extended and starts to advance towards the door. The
>crowd breaks before him.
>   "Sir shadowwer. Coulde you cometh heer, we zomme friendes help must.
>Cann you helpe me with this shielde, with witch we Ground back can push?"

Luthor was beyond hearing now, his mind screened out everything around him.

All that was left was the gem.
He stared deep into its swirling greyness and found beauty.
Not the beauty of a statue, made of stone and unmoving.
Not the beauty of a man or a woman, unable to change.
Not the beauty of the laws of the universe, strangled by their own still form.

Luthor saw the beauty of chaos.
Its formless wonder played havoc with his mind,
But that was the stuff of shadow.
This gem WAS what might be.
It MIGHT BE what was.
It is the past possible and the future unsure.

It was patternless yet structured.
In a way that none could understand.
Yet it was impossible to ignore.
It was just accepted by most as randomness.
Yes, it was randomness, but if only they knew what that meant.

When the universe was built, the powers that be gave choice
To all sentient beings so they could make mistakes.
'Learn from them and grow stronger' the beyond advised.
The powers left a little room for man to work with.
This room is the probable, the chance to change, chaos.
This choice, the embodiment of free will, was represented here.
The gem was made from it.

Luthor could feel each of the bricks in his mind.  He scanned each of these
bricks, felt their flaws, and reinforced them with his will.  He changed
many things about them in ways that could not be seen.  Cracks in the center
of the bricks, ones that no one has ever seen, disappeared as if they never
existed.  When they were gone, the universe forgot that they had ever existed,
and then forgot that it forgot.

The third blow from the Earths hit the inn.  It was not as loud as before.
Luthor hoped beyond hope that the other patrons were taking their toll by
now...then he wiped the thought from his mind and went about fixing the
fresh cracks in the bricks of the building.  He was so deep in his
concentration that nothing would have brought him out...not hot coals...
not a sword blow...mace shattering his knees...

And then he heard a low moan.  It was the moan of Serene, his beloved.  He
could tell that she had suffered from a loss.  He felt love then, hotter
than coals, sharper than a sword, heavier than a mace, it pierced his
heart and broke his concentration.

He flew to her side where Littlefair was nursing her.  Luthor took her frail
form into his arms and cradled her gently, much like Serene had cradled Mista.
But where was his goddaughter now?  Luthor began to panic.
"Serene, my love, what has happened here?" he asked urgently with dispair
heavy in his vioce.  "I have lost one child...I will NOT lose another."

     Love and Peace and Fatherly Instincts,
                 -The Dreamer-