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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Mysterious Appearance: NEW CHAR...
Summary: Jake smells a story..or is it the green thing?
Date: 28 Sep 92 11:34:02 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.



	The bartender delivered a mug of ale and a small cup of some sticky 
sustance. Darkhaired man turned his face from The Examiner, looked at the 
man behind the counter and says,"Xqz me, Bat Mi Curren'z ratin exclement 
zip. Nada pesos. Bara deze...". He reaches his pocket under his robe 
revealing dark embroided trousers and a short coat. Man puts his hand on the 
counter and opens it. On the hand rests three thumb sized emeralds, clear 
and blue.
	Bartender, known for his honesty (ADMIN:Isn't he?!?), takes only 
one, and without a word gives the man his change. 
	Now the Homonculus on the mans shoulder goes wild again, and jumps 
to the cup. It dips its finger into it, and tastes the sustance. Its face 
glares with joy, as it begins to drink. "Pure mountain oil, master", it 
says, and continues.

	Red-eye nods, takes his mug and turns to Jake. After taking a sip, 
he extends his hand. "Xqz me fer mai rudenezz, Mei I introduce mine bumble 
biink. Kirkil Uaiz, Lots Travilyer of The Plains. Mai eductzion for Arcmage, 
Heed off the School off Mistirious Arts off Cerdrylann."
	Everyone near notices the fatigue, which Kirkil is trying to hide. 
His speech is very quiet, though the words are quite clear. His speech has 
become more understandable all the time, amazingly much better. As Jake The 
Examiner shakes Kirkils hand, he finds the grip cold but quite stong.
	"B'for I cun stori mine spell, I mach heer moust, Yuu sea?!"

	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
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From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Trawm attempts to lure Meshtak out...
Date: 30 Sep 92 22:22:24 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>	Trawm shook his head. "Well, no. But he's just outside. How 'bout both
>of ya come with me, and we'll find out which one he wants?"
>	Normie speaks up. "Hey, be careful there, Meshtak...Trawm there is
>a sneaky bastard!"
>	"Don't worry." says Meshtak, his usual courage augmented by drink. "I
>can take care of myself." He grips the whip at his side, and with Mechatack,
>follows Trawm outside.
        Now definitely not trusting the creature, Chip gets out his other
gythka and stands up.  Especially After he witnessed how the sfgjwdsghv'd so 
easily shredded that human?, Chip got ready in case of a fight.  
        These rfjhf were not thri-kreen but he was with them and it was his
fjeiuf to defend them.  "Excuzze me for second pleazze" he said to his
companions.  He stood up and went near the door...
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Defend the young of any    *           Chip'Chirip
  creature                 *            Champion of the Great Queen Mother
The more you save now, the *            Aka don Shaffer
  The more to eat later    *                dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*****************************************************************************
From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 17
Date: 27 Sep 92 14:27:13 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

ADMIN:  Sorry to have been out of touch so long, mes amis!  Serene is
the DI Barmaid, feel free to use her for taking orders and backdrop.
Real interactions are mine, mine, mine ;)

 A flurry of potato bits - with less salt than usual - and popped corn
is prepared in basket after basket for the little ones who come with
news for Littlefair.  Serene's ponytail swings as she swirls from table
to bar, but her lithe passing between patrons and chairs is hampered a
bit by her swelling belly.  The development seems to be larger than
expected for the length of her pregnancy...

Doc Pan's generous tip was well appreciated, and tuna fish sandwiches
have been dispersed.  Chocolate milk was a new one for our illustrious
barmaid, and she tested it much to her delight.  With Mary's approval,
Serene has added the treat to her regimen...  And a serving of
everything was set out for the stuffed toy, as well.

Chip-chiti is approached with a cheerful, slightly apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, sir, but it is not the policy of this Inn to serve live
sentient being with free will as foodstuffs."  Her eyes light up as she
suggests, "We could serve you many varieties of elven foods, building
blocks, as it were, or perhaps you would care for a live non-sentient
dinner?"

Serene takes the order, thanks her lucky stars that she has not been
burdened with morning, evening, or any other kind of sickness, and
retreats to the kitchen.

Nightstalkers enters, she begins to bring his usuals to his favorite
seat - within easy distance of Listener, out of the firelight.  His
unexpected diappearance upstairs unsettles her, however, and she casts
a worried, questioning look to Littlefair as he hands the barcloth to
her, following the Nightstalker.  Littlefair only tweaks her red hair
and gives her a guarded smile as he goes.  Serene sighs, catches
Listener's eye, asking silently for a tale of the Fog to cheer her,
strokes her belly, and reaches under the bar for her stepstool.
Perched atop it she comes within half a foot of Littlefair's height and
begins wiping mugs in his absence.

The wind is picking up a little bit.
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
lfa@dartmouth.edu
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Time for sleep
Date: 3 Oct 92 17:44:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41


   Garriot looks around the room, silently counting to himself. "Four..five...
and Brett makes six..." he mutters to himself, "And here I thought I would 
have trouble finding aid!"  In a normal tone of voice, he says, "My friends,
this has been a night of many revelations, and we have much to think on, but
I believe Zebron is right--now is the time for sleep; we will ponder these 
questions on the morrow."

(As an aside, Garriot's vaguely elven-looking features, when combined with 
the fact that he could see the writing on the door and understand Kyleen,
Zebron, and other Elvish-speakers, will probably serve to confirm that he
does, indeed, have elvish blood :)
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From: dnichols@engr.latech.edu (Dennis Nichols)
Subject: [G] the table
Organization: Louisiana Tech University
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 16:26:00 GMT

The Traveler asks where he can find some supplies for the trip ahead. He looks 
around the table at each person still sitting there. He shakes his head with
disbelief, the one by one he produces his weapons and lays them on the table.
He picks up the bastard sword. He deftly polishes and sharpens it. He then 
replaces it in the scabbard at his side. He unstrings the crossbow and rubbes
the string with a peculiar looking substance. The string glows for a few
minutes. He then replaces the string on the crossbow andplaces it back on 
the table. He takes his bolts from their place and dips  7 of the eight tips
in a thick brown substance which he produces from the pouch at his side. Then
replaces them in their place. He picks up the staff and polishes it, then 
replaces it in its place. He takes the hidden knife from his boot and 
copies the process he preformed with the sword, and replaces it. He look 
around the room and say's aloud, "Where can I find a good weapon smith?"
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: enter a new character
Date: 5 Oct 92 15:29:36 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


  the people contemplating the events in the pub were startled out of there
contemplation by the sudden (and loud) entrance of a rather odd human.
  "Ah, a pub, how delightful" came from the human as he walked in.  "maiden,"
he said to the barmaiden ,"how llovely you look. Could I touble you and ask 
you please get me a lovely sherry, I would be ever so greatful my dear lady"
he then took the maiden's hand a kissed it while on one knee."And while you're
at it, please give a round of their favorite drinks to the other clientele of 
this fine place, here" And so saying, he dropped several coins onto the nearest
empty table and proptly sat down. He quickly stood up again.  "Oh yes, in case
any of you wish to ask me over to join your fair company, my name is Aramus."
he then sat down and listened to the lute music in obvious enjoyment.
  Aramus, if anyone looked, stood at 6' and was dressed in some of the more
'colorful' clothing anyone had ever seen a human wear.  He had on a blue blouse
and over that, a bright pink vest of some sort of leather.  Knee high black 
riding boots covered the tips of his purple breeches.  He seemed to have two
rapiers hanging from his belt as well as several throwing daggers.  He also
had on a three cornered hat with a wide brim and a white plume.
*******************************************************************************
Fencers do it in the                * Don shaffer
    FLESHE'                         * dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*******************************************************************************
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] One last shot...
Date: 5 Oct 92 16:13:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

Reeling for balance under what has been possibly the most bizarre assault in 
his experience, Blade staggers towards the docks, struggling to keep his feet
from silding out from under him.  As he reels onto the dock, he fails to notice
Arcadio behind him, muttering and chanting.  A glowing circle opens up; Blade 
notices it out of the corner of his eye and struggles to avoid being pushed 
through.  Meshtak, seeing his opportunity, screams a Draga warcry and rushes
forward.  Grabbing a broken plank of wood, he holds it in front of him to 
protect him from the blades as he smashes bodily into Blade.  The momentum of
the impact, combined with the oil of slipperiness still coating Blade's feet,
proves too much; he topples through the portal, which then closes.

"Where is he?" asks Meshtak, breathing heavily.

"Oh, about a mile that way," replies Arcadio, pointing out into the harbor,
"And sinking rapidly."  He brushes himself off, chuckling.  "Well, me for a
drink.  Anybody care to join me?"

(ADMIN:  Well, this should conclude the Blade thing...at least until he finds 
his way back to shore...)
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 14:52:27 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] One last shot... [Trawm]

>"Where is he?" asks Meshtak, breathing heavily.
>
>"Oh, about a mile that way," replies Arcadio, pointing out into the harbor,
>"And sinking rapidly."  He brushes himself off, chuckling.  "Well, me for a
>drink.  Anybody care to join me?"

     Trawm, now fully regenerated, stared out into the ocean.  That thing had
a future at his bar, but now he was gone, possibly for good.  A single tear
escaped Trawm's left eye.  He needed to get away for a while...yeah, that was
it.  He needed a vacation.

     Maybe he would go fishing :-)

     Love and Peace and Stress,
            -The Dreamer-
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R]Merol's plight, and a new set of friends...
Date: 2 Oct 92 13:10:12 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Oct1.200335.7265@iscsvax.uni.edu> vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu writes:

>He went back to Merol, and set the plate down on the table, "Here friend, 
>we will guide you to a place where you will be able to find what you seek, 
>Home."

   Merol got up from the floor and sat into the table, while Radan was 
fetching the food. As Radan sets the plate down, Merol just stares at him. 
"Oh no gentle sir, I cannot except your help. For I cannot afford to have 
you as my patron, as I may have to leave this world before I can manage to 
pay you back." 
Radan puts his hand on Merols shoulder saying,
   "In this world, my friend, you act according to this worlds customs. 
Here the help offered by a friend is considered as an honor, and payed 
back, if the need be or opportunity to do so commences. Eat, friend, and
I'll see, what can be done."

>Radan's words seemed to sooth him, and Merol began to eat the food offered,
>meanwhile, Radan went to the captain to plea for Merol's case, and to pay 
>for his journey to Generica, and a room...


	Merol of Kirilin

ADMIN: Thank you for accepting my 
poor lost soul...

                                            
    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: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Someone New
Date: 4 Oct 92 18:32:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Oct4.144233.12900@athena.mit.edu>, scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn) writes...
>Suddenly, some patrons notice a diminuitive figure tumble through the door.
> 
>Struggling to disentangle himself from his cloak and stand up, you see a
>three and a half foot tall gnome wearing a tall pointed blue hat and an
>overly long blue cloak.  Several daggers are visible protruding from various
>locations on the gnome's body.  


Oooo, bet that hurts.
:)

                                                          --Ben
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From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Kraska goes upstairs
Date: 1 Oct 92 14:29:39 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

After reading Kraska's message, Kyleen murmers something about 'how does he
do that?' in distracted Elven, her accent even more pronounced.  Turning to
face whomever is awake, she says wearily in common "remember I told you 
about some people willing to help?  Well, the one who cooled my wine non-
magically apparently wants in.  Who put up the ward, anyways?

        Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
AKA Kyleen, who never wants to SEE another head wound, let alone TREAT one.
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Blade flails, Meshtak ditches
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 07:47:41 GMT

Blade finds himself attacked from apparently all sides, and blinded by a piece
of pie. (For obvious reasons, Blade cannot wipe the pie away...he might hurt
himself.) No wonder Mother needs me to slay Meshtak, he thinks to himself.
The child himself appears helpless, but he has many powerful friends. Having
reminded himself of his mission, Blade staggers toward where he last saw the
child, intending to initiate a fatal belly-flop upon the poor child.
	However, Meshtak is quicker! The Draga quickly side-steps Blade, and
runs ahead of him, scooping Mechatack up in his arms. (The child is too scared
to resist.) Meshtak then takes off, thinking to put the child in a safe place
and then return to the battle.
	However, in this case, Mother gave Blade something extra...a mental 
psionic tracker that allows him to know where in general Meshtak is at any 
given time. With this tracker, he needs not use his eyes. And Blade senses
Meshtak taking off. He moves to follow.
	As Meshtak runs, Thrawm appears beside him, also running. "Hey! I got
this great pit in my bar where you can hide!" offers the half-troll. Meshtak
growls, transforms his shift-sword into a blade, and chops the troll in half,
not slowing down for the action. Trawm sits and grumbles as his body heals. "It
was only an offer..." mutters the half-troll.
-- 
"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
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Tuesday, 6 Oct 1992 12:17:41 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] aftermath...

    Following Chip who had just recently retrieved the child, Farnham joined

this group of adventurers and listened as meshtak recounted his tale. After

hearing his story Farnham quickly spoke up "I'm in on any plan to get rid

of whatever demented mind concocted that creature. Besides, I got anything

better to do!!". Farnham looks up to see how the rest of the group decides.
From: gdscott@sportster.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] The quest begins
Date: 1 Oct 1992 11:37:13 -0500
Organization: Kansas State University
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: sportster.ksu.ksu.edu


 

     Glysten rises well before sunrise, and smoothly glides though his morning
exercise routine.  He slowly eats some jerky and drinks 2 glasses of water.
As the sun rises he enters the commom room of the inn, looks at the ragged group
that will follow him, and states quietly, "We ride"
	He ignores the faint protests and grumbles of the early morning and goes
outside.  He mounts his steed, and draws the mighty sword from its sheath on his
back, even in the low light of dawn the sword dances with a black fire.  
	Glysten holds the sword aloft and thinks only of the medallion he must
recover.  The fires along the sword dance wildly and then they form an arrow, an
arrow that points to the south.  Glysten sheaths his sword and pulls out a map of
the area.  "Marshes "Pthoo" (he spits in disgust) We ride for the marshes."
	So saying, and barely waiting for the others to mount, he rides to the
south.  
	The group have riden for half a day, and Glysten has not spoken a word
since the left the inn.  He can hear the faint chit chat of conversation the
others use to pass the time. 
	Lost in his own thoughts he hears to late the hum, with a cry Glysten
falls from his saddle, the silver bolt of a crossbow protruding from his
shoulder. Even as he falls he draws his sword, and as his vison blurs (poison, he
thinks to himself) he sees the forms of a dozen angry lizardmen...



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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] wet, weary, goes back to sleep
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 01:45:20 GMT

Blade suddenly finds himself back in the Generica harbor, sinking rapidly.
He finds himself gaining so much momentum that when he hits the sand he sinks
in it up to his waist. He struggles for a moment, and then thinks of all the
abuse he encountered on the surface world. In his mind, he weighs his desire
to serve the Great Mother and his weariness of trying to kill this elusive
'Meshtak.' Finally, he just decides to sleep another decade or so.

Blade, rest in peace
-- 
"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
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Ixy gets more bored
Date: 5 Oct 92 13:07:30 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <Oct.5.13.37.06.1992.6438@ruhets.rutgers.edu>, zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
> Over the past hour Ixnaphior has popped in and out of the bar quite a number
> of times. "When I go on vacation next time, I think I'll take a trip to 
> Isalaron. At least there I KNOW who's what. at least it isn't boring. Maybe
> I'll leave a note for Zebron. Maybe I'll put something on the board." he 
> continues mulling this over and sits at his 'favorite' table- the one in the
> corner he lit up before. Seeing that the light had long since faded, he casts
> another one. this time it is pink in color. He then takes out some paper.
> 
> on the first he writes:
>  Adventurer looking for something to do while on vacation here.
>  ask for Ixnaphior, or come see me in the lit corner.
> 
> he then walks over to the bulletin board and hangs it up.
> returning to his corner, he begins to draw a picture.

	Finding it rather boorish waiting for somebody to recognize him, Jonny
Steele plucks his feather from his hat and runs it through his fingers.  The
light in the single lit corner catches his eye.  Noticing its lone occupant 
posting a message for adventure, he stands and walks to the corner.
	"Ho, my names Jonny Steele, I see your looking for adventure?"

		-"Lord" Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger extraordinair.
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Ok, now Blade is pissed
Date: 5 Oct 92 10:02:59 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


>       Meshtak stood just out of reach of the thrashing creature. As Blade
>moved to smash into one building, Meshtak dove past him on the other side, and
>stood between Blade and the dock.
>       "Make peace with your gods, vile demon!" snarled the Draga. "I am 
>Meshtak, the one you seek!" (I've always wanted to use that in a story.)
>       Blade snarled, and charged...

	All this time a small winged figure had glided and flown around the 
battleground. Now it began to lunge towards this mostrous creature which is 
studded with enormous blades. Blade begins to gain speed as this small 
creature spits fire towards Blades feet. Liquid fire as it seems to be. 
	But the fire doesn't go off, nor does it come off of the creatures 
mouth. Homonculous starts to circle around Blades feet, spinning its 
flaming web around, pulling it tighter and tighter, making it harder and 
harder for Blade to move.
	As the 'rope' entangles Blade, the homonculous lets go.
	Blades harge is turning now to a falling, as ti tries to rip the 
flaming rope off its feet.	
	"Xerxes Has Saved Thee, O Shrouded One", comes a high pitched shriek 
from the mouth of the homonculous, as it starts to glide towards the 
Inn.
	"Let's hope he hits the oil", someone shouts.
	Blade is falling towards Meshtak and the dock...
	
	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage of Cerdrylann  



    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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Subject: [KQ] Rhoan: [Waster's HQ] This is Seer?
From: slskq@smithfield.enet.dec.com (869883 Leep)
Date: 2 Oct 92 22:12:11 MDT
Reply-To: slskq@cc.usu.edu
Distribution: world
Organization: USU student for life

	Rhoan looked at the man that had caused much problems of late.  This 
histerical mage could hardly be the mastermind that trapped him just a few
day ago.

	Seer looked over a Rhoan and a small glimmps of something aside from
insanity shown from Seer's eyes.  "Eh, you here too?  This should be fun."
As quickly as it left, the insanity once again returned to Seer's manner.
None of the other questers seem to notice this quick change.

	Rhoan couldn't help but thinking that something wasn't quite right.
A sudden chill ran down his spine as he thought about what could happen next.


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         ########## "There can be only one!"               /
        ##########          -Highlander                   /