HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 1992 11:18:17 EST
From: JILL <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] end of line

   Jenever stood up, and shook her head.  Some time to start having nightmares!
She peered about herself, and was startled to find the ship docked in Generica.
Her first thoughts were of Killian.  The last she had seen of him, he had been
crazed, killing anything in sight.  Where was he now?
   As she stumbled around, curious sailors stared and whispered.  The once
proud barbarian was now sore and battered.  She approached one of the crew, and
asked for Killian.  He suddenly found some terribly interesting bug crawling
across the deck and could no longer meet her intense gaze.
   "The beast is gone, miss."
   Jenever couldn't quite comprehend the enormity of what he said.  Gone where?
How long ago? and other such questions were overshadowed.  Instead she wandered
back to their room, thinking he might have gone to lie down.  The room was
bereft of Killian's belongings, and there was a gemstone lying atop a note on
the bed.
   She picked up the tiger's eye and felt warmth and a sadness flowing into her
palm.  The note she slowly read, sounding out the words, and then read again.

<...I hate having to leave you behind, but I could not handle ever bringing you
<harm ...Until we meet again.
<                              -Killian, King of Bards and Bard of Kings

   Strange waters poured forth from her eyes, washing blood and sweat from her
cheeks.  "You left me behind, Kitty-cat?"  Those wide, emerald green eyes
focused once again on the tiger's eye.
   "Some day I will find you, and I will not so easily be left behind, love."
   Jenever gathered her belongings together, and left the ship--waving to the
others, but not speaking.  She would find her kitty-cat if she had to travel
to the Nine Hells.
                         "KILLIAN, I AM COMING FOR YOU!"
  *   JILLIAN MAREE THOMAS  *
*  34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU *
*  "I'M JUST A GIRL WHO CAIN'T *
  *    SAY NO" -OKLAHOMA    *
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN:  Just a groupless note
From: pseudo@nic.gac.edu
Date: 12 Dec 92 13:12:24 -0600
Keywords: Caezar, Saphire

The door swings open slowely and two people walk in.  One is a young mage that  
some of you that were here in the beginning might remember is name Caezar.   
Caezar once had a riddleing match with Drax and his magic chest if you recall.   
Perhaps you recall the stories he told about gods and mages and worlds.   
Perhaps you don't.  The other person is a bright blue attractive young woman  
with an impish look in her eyes.  She radiates flirt.  Her name, for those of  
you who weren't here, was Saphire.  She should be hard to forget, a combination  
of mischief and philosopher.  They look around, at the many many dark corners,  
the door that once was blasted open so many times, the table that once hosted 3  
Drow, the table where the Quartermaster and Karl first sat, the table where  
Caezar was reunited with Lady Azzar, the place where Drax found peace.  They  
realize that this inn is no longer the place they remembered so fondly.  It has  
changed into all kinds of splinter groups pursuing quests and basically PBEM on  
Newsgroup.  They turn and regretfully walk back out the door, into the city.\

Caezar of Impersi' : The truely powerful need not flaunt it.
Saphire            : Would I do a thing like that?

--
Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants;
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance  
Have you seen yourself retreating?

                        -Ogden Nash
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Kloote [inn]: Conjuring Theory
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 18:53:56 GMT

---
  What happened before:
  Lifilis Kloote, conjurer, has been found by two figures from his past:
Spach Haskrabu the female gnome and Crolem Gaftlar the half-ogre.
They were in the back room of the Dragons Inn during most of the fight out in
the Plaza talking about the mess Kloote made in the Mysty Mountains.
  Spach wants to take Kloote back to the Mountains to get rid of all the
strange monsters he conjured while boozing but nobody knows how to un-conjure
them.
---
>  Spach opened the door,
>and they entered the main room.  Kloote's nose was at half-mast.
>  They found that the Rabble was crowded at the windows watching the fight
>in the plaza.

  The fight ended, and the Rabble sat at their tables. making silly jokes
about earth elephantals.
  The jailer turned around.  "Hey, sir!"  He rushed to Kloote, who stared at
him with an empty expression on his face.  "Don't you remember me?  I'm
Voop-ki the jailer.  You conjured a criminal for me."
  "Uh, yes..."
  "He is gone.  Poof!"  Voop-ki gestured.
  Hope appeared on Kloote's face as well as the humanoids' accompanying him.
  "How?" Kloote and Spach asked almost simultaneously.
  "He tore apart the picture you made, and - poof!"
  "Poof!"  repeated one of the customers that were called The Rabble, and
the rest of the Rabble laughed.
  Kloote thought for a moment.  "But I tried that!  When I first conjured
a cat, it didn't disappear when I destroyed the picture, so I guessed...
Oh!  Perhaps the conjured person himself has to destroy it..."
  Voop-ki tried to say something, but Spach beat him to it.  "In that case,
we only have to throw these papers at the beasts and hope they'll eat them."
  "You surely don't need me for that?"  Kloote asked weakly.  "You have the
pictures, so..."
  "Oh no!  You'll come with us!  You'll personally feed the animals."
  Kloote gulped.
  "But we don't know for sure that it works," he said.  "We have to try it
out.  I'll make a picture of Crolem here," he pointed at the half-ogre,
"then he goes outside, I conjure him, and he tears the picture up.  If we are
right, he should be teleported back outside."
  Voop-ki opened his mouth, but again Spach was quicker.
  "Oh no.  Crolem will stay here.  You'll draw me.  Crolem, you'll stick to
Kloote and keep an eye on him."
  Kloote's nose went in it's normal posture again, pointing to the ceiling.
  "If you don't trust me, fine.  But I'll have to do two portraits.  You'll
tear one, some other person the other one.  Perhaps I was wrong, and anyone
can do it."
  "As you like.  But - no tricks."
  Kloote started to make a sketch of Spach the gnome.
  Voop-ki finally got his chance.  "What's with that mugger?  Can you conjure
him again?"
  Kloote answered without looking up.  "Sorry, I forgot how he looked.  Is he
so important?"
  "No, I just thought... it would be nice."  The jailer shrugged.

--
Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
From: stv@unislc.uucp (Steve Spencer)
Subject: JESTER, let's try this again
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Organization: Unisys Corporation SLC
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 21:58:52 GMT


Okay, this is the THIRD time I've tried to post this, so here goes...


> 
> Meriden finished his soup and sighed contentedly.  He looked around at the  
> interior of the inn, his glance passing over the patrons without seeming to
> register their presence.  He began humming tunelessly to himself, when one
> of the patrons broke his preoccupation.  There, at a table, was a brightly- 
> clad man, flirting outrageously with a serving girl.  Meriden watched in
> admiration as the young man produced coins and scarves for the girl.
> He smiled, and sipped his wine.                                               
>                                                                            
> When the girl was called away to tend to another patron, Meriden caught       
> the man's eye, winked, and then raised an eyebrow to ask if he could
> share the man's table.
>                                                                        
> The man grinned and nodded, and Meriden walked over.  "It seems appropriate
> that two so colorfully dressed should share a table.  I've been watching
> you with her - you seem very talented," Meriden said.  "My name is Meriden."
>                                 
> "And I am Jester.  You do seem rather colorful, at that.  Are you from
> this town?"                                                     
> 
> "No, I'm just wandering for now.  Maybe I'll be from this town sometime
> tomorrow, depending on what I can find out."
> 
> "What does *that* mean, friend?"
>              
> "Oh, I'm an alchemist by trade, specializing in cloth and embroidery to
> capture the essence of magic.  I'm looking for a place to set up shop
> and continue my studies, but that requires more money than I have now;
> also, I'm looking for some fairly rare materials.  I thought I'd ask around
> today to see if anything I'd be interested in is around here, or if anyone
> knows of any meteor strikes in the past year or so.  If I can use this town
> as a base, then I'll be from here, yes?
> 
> "And how about you, I take it you're new here also?"
> 

Jester smiled interestedly at his new found aquaintance. Odd, he thought
that one would capture the esscence of powers such as magic, in `cloth'.
Jester flipped his fingers lightly, and an odd little colored disk about
the size of a saucer, appear out of nowhere. He flipped his wrist gently,
and sent the odd little disk spinning, balanced on the tip of his index
finger. "Just another toy, to keep myself amused." He said, more to
himself than anyone. Then, he continued the conversation "New? Oh yes,
indeed. Yet it seems sort of interesting place, don't you think?"


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
| It's the sputter of a raindrop. It's the sunlight on my face |
| My mind's eye into other realms. It's my paradise escape.    |
| Steve Spencer	SLC, Utah 	stv@unislc.slc.unisys.com      |
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From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric Tekiahyn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Subject: [ADMIN] Just testing
Date: 16 Dec 1992 20:34:54 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: smurf.sti.com

This is a test to make sure I can actually post to the new group.

-- 
      "Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom."  --  Thomas Jefferson
    ......................................................................
    Phil Stracchino : phils@sti.com : alaric@sti.com : The Renaissance Man
      PGP 2.0 - Freeware public-key data encryption.  Get it and use it!
           Finger alaric@sti.com for PGP 2.0 info and my public key
Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
From: jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason)
Subject: Re:<alt.dragons-inn> [ADMIN]: Moving to cloven shield
Originator: jempci@ultb
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Distribution: alt.pub.cloven-shield
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 12:33:30 GMT

***Sorry if this gets double posted on alt.pub.cloven-shield, I did not
see it get posted the first time I sent it.

In article <BzBysx.3sH@knot.ccs.queensu.ca> conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner) writes:
>Don't panic if you have not received word of alt.pub.cloven-shield.  Some
>of you out there have not received it yet, be patient, or ask your site
>admin. if they have started it up or not.  They might have said "NO!".
>
>If worse come to worse we will keep alt.dragons-inn open to those who
>can't reach alt.pub.cloven-shield.  The more the merrier.  We could
>also just cross-post to both for a while.  Not to worry, it's not
>happening right now.
>
>:) Mike
>Keeper of the FAQ
>Creator of alt.pub.cloven-shield

I just received mail from Alaric in which he states that he now receives
alt.pub.clove-shield at his site, but his system dumped alt.dragons-inn.
This may be occurring elsewhere as well.  For that reason, please post
stories to BOTH alt.dragons-inn and alt.pub.cloven-shield until the
final switch-over to alt.pub.cloven-shield is made.

John
-- 
************************************************************************
John E. Mason        |      jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu
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Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
From: conner@qucis.queensu.ca (Mike Conner)
Subject: Under construction
Organization: Computing & Information Science, Queen's University at Kingston
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 01:48:28 GMT

As the crowd of adventurers gather for their quest of shadow walking outside,
Ramsen, the handy Blacksmith (and much more), can be see climbing a ladder to
the roof of the Dragon's Inn.  He carries his tools in a hip pouch and in his
left arm is a rectangular object covered in a leather cloth.

The crowd turns as banging is heard in the direction of the roof.  Those inside
have come out to see what the racket is all about. 

As Ramsen climbs down his ladder in his hand he carries a rope attached to the
object now covering the sign the once read "The Dragon's Inn".  By now all
eyes are on Ramsen as he heads towards the front of the Inn with the rope
trailing behind him.

As he looks towards the Inn Keeper Chalmers can be seen raising his glass of
ale.  Ramsen gets a knod from the Inn Keeper and pulls on the rope ...

The cloth unvales a new sign over the Inn, it reads ...
 
     "Under new management, New home of The Cloven Shield."

Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield
From: stv@unislc.uucp (Steve Spencer)
Subject: A new character: JESTER
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Organization: Unisys Corporation SLC
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 18:02:46 GMT


The doors to the tavern opened slowly, and the cool nip of the morning
air flowed into the drowsy air. The barkeep glanced up, and saw an odd
looking figure stride into the room. His clothes were bright; too bright.
Not something that any sane person would wear on the road. They 
practically stood up and screamed at you "Hey all you cutthroats, look
over here, notice me! Rob me!" 
	The barkeep chuckled slightly under his breath. It takes all kinds
I guess. 
	The new arrival yawned slightly, his thin, yet somehow still manly
hands, covering his mouth in a show of grace. His jet black hair was slicked
back against his head, and pulled tight in a short ponytail at the back of
his head. 
	Definitely not a warrior, the barkeep thought to himself. Too frail,
too fancy. And what sort of clothes were those anyway? The bright colored
silks look more like a costume than any sort of "real clothes" that I've
ever seen.
	The gentleman sat down at the nearest table, and rubbed his aching
eyes wearily. The dust of the sandman was still thick in his system, and
his eyes felt like liquid fire in the peircing morning light. He looked up
and the waitress as she stepped toward him; her tendons aching from their
interrupted slumber. He flashed her a smile, an all too pretty smile,
and her face flushed slightly. His dark, well kept beard and moustache
elegantly trimmed his all-too-perfect face, like a frame on a picture. He 
was the apitome of grace, the very incarnation of comeliness, and it was
a little unnerving.
	"For the lovely lady", he mused as flowers flashed from seemingly
nowhere, to appear in his gentle hand. "Oh that they could but mirror
thine beauty, that their gentle buds could bloom into such an exquisite
herald of the music of mine heart."
	She grinned slightly, a bit taken aback by his forwardness, and
a bit disturbed by his appearance. "Why thank you sir," she showed her
best curtsey (hoping that noone she knew was in the tavern too see this),
"and do you have a name?"
	He sat up proudly in his chair "Why yes, of course m'lady, how
could I have been so rude? I am Jester."
	She looked at him quizically. What sort of a name was this? "I
see" she replied, "And no last name?"
	"Why that IS my last name m'lady"
	"Oh. Well, then what is your first name, if I may?"
	The odd little man looked a bit puzzled. His eyes looked skyward
for a moment, as he was obviously in deep thought, "Well 'The' I suppose
" He answered, as he sipped on a cup of fragrant tea, tha she was quite 
sure that he hadn't had just moments before.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
| It's the sputter of a raindrop. It's the sunlight on my face |
| My mind's eye into other realms. It's my paradise escape.    |
| Steve Spencer	SLC, Utah 	stv@unislc.slc.unisys.com      |
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
From: montas@stable.ecn.purdue.edu (Hubert J Montas)
Subject: Re: Whaat the hell is this about?
Organization: Purdue University Engineering Computer Network
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 19:18:28 GMT

In article <Dec16.060232.45878@yuma.ACNS.ColoState.EDU> cs151kx@lamar.ColoState.EDU () writes:
>
>	I just want to know where you stand on life.
>
      What violence man! I'm not standing on life, that'd be rude, I'm just
sitting on it! Yep, It does get a little squashed in the process, but I like
this mosh-pit feeling.
>
>	How are you going to make this a better world?
>
       I'll start right-off by always wearing a maxi-pad through my mouth. This
way, when I puke, the environment will remain protected. Try it after your end-
of-finals week party, It's really ecological!

       Hubert.
From: merritt@macro.bu.edu (Sean Merritt)
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: Wayne Lo
Date: 16 Dec 92 20:53:39 GMT
Organization: Boston University Physics Department


It's Christmas time and you've been thinking about getting that
semi-automatic rifle and going down to the local mall and
spreading some Christmas Cheer. 

Wayne Lo, an 18 year old American of chinese decent did almost
that on Monday night. Mr. Lo who was arrained yesterday, killed
two people and injured four others on the campus of Simon's 
Rock College in western Massachusetts. At his arraignment Wayne
showed a little emotion as he stood sullenly with his shaved head
and T-shirt that had the words "Sick of it all." printed
on it. Wayne was an `A' student and a basketball standout. He
hails from Montana where his parents operate a restaraunt. 
Mr. Lo a talented violinist is a bigot by his own admission
and advocated the killing of Jews and gays. He had argued in the
school newspaper that the United States should annex Canada and
send AIDS victims there to be quarantined. Last Sunday alledgedly 
called a student couple and threatened them, the couple
a white woman and a black man were told to "Watch out.". 
The assistant principal of Central Catholic High School in
Billings, Montana , said of Lo "He was a good student,
a normal kid.". Mr Lo immigrated to America from his native
Taiwan six years ago. 

Mr Lo puchased a semi-automatic rifle Monady, he was apparently
able to obtain the weapon without a firearms identification
card. The ammunition was puchased through the mail.
The rifle was a Soviet made SKS type, $300.00 retail.
There is a an exemption for out of state residents buying 
firearms, under Massachusetts law Lo had only to show his
Montana driver's license and fill out the correct forms.

The murder victims where a student and a professor. The injured
were a security gaurd(unarmed), and three students. 

Mr. Lo declined to answer reporters as they shouted questions
to him as to what set him off, and if he did or didn't listen
to Ska music.


--sjm


-- 
Sean J. Merritt		         | "Every revolt is a cry of innocence    
Dept of Physics Boston University|  and an appeal to the essence of being."
merritt@macro.bu.edu             | Albert Camus, The Rebel
Organization: Sophomore, H&SS general, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 18:50:27 -0500 
From: Sarah Michelle Kreidler <sk5h+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Subject: Apology

First off, I'd like to say sorry for the bullshit I previously put on
your bboard.  I've been reading what you all have to say and (you're
probably going to shit yourself when you hear me say this) I find that I
can't counter many of your arguments.  I don't really know where I stand
right now, but I think you have raised some legitimate questions about
my beliefs.  I think it was something my boyfriend said to me that
really tipped me off.  We were talking about a world history course I
took this semester, and complaining about the bad rap that the west gets
when he said "well, what the hell have other cultures done?" or
something to that effect.  Then it struck me  that they have done a hell
of a lot.  Sure the west has had it's influence but it has not been the
only force in history, and it would be mindlessly ignorant to suggest
this.   
	I think nazism is a seductive philosophy because it gives you a reason,
however shallow, to think you're better than everyone else.   But I find
that most of us are only really hardcore about our beliefs when we are
with a big sieg heiling group of us.  When alone, it's hard to be an
asshole to somebody if they haven't done shit to you, or to hate someone
of another race if they are cool to you.  I think you are right that
skinhead is not about this.  I mean, I'm all for kicking heads if
someone fucks with you, but with so many assholes around there's no need
to beat people up because of their race. Well, I'm not going to run out
and join SHARP or anything, because as I said I'm not so sure what I
believe at present, but I thought you might like to know that what you
say has hit home a little and I apologize for being such a flamer
before.  I had never before really listened to what you had to say.

-Sarah    
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
From: kburns@hydra.unm.edu (Kevin Burns...math)
Subject: Toasters, Malcom X
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 92 19:43:07 GMT
Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque

     So the Toasters are hot, huh?  If anyone sees them, and if Rob from
     London is still with them, tell them they still owe us a trip to New
     Mexico.  Back in '86, Rob promised that "when we get big enough to
     do the road . . . "
   
     A book is supposed to change your life.  That's one of the ways to
     judge if it's successful.  And THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MALCOM X is on
     the list of those which have changed mine.
  
     Still there, Steam?
  
                                                        Kevin
From: Reist@Bucknell.edu ()
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: More Ska Talk.
Date: 13 Dec 1992 02:38:35 GMT
Organization: Bucknell University, Lewisburg, PA, USA
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: macf04.bucknell.edu

	Let me apologize about neglecting to post information about British, or
"classic" ska in my last message.  It's just that I am into so much newer
music that I take my classic favorites like The Specials, Selector, and the
English Beat.  These bands really are good and one should definitely have
the Dance Craze Comp in their collection at the very least.  

	If "No Doubt" isn't ska why are they on the Moon Records "Skaface"
compilation.
I admit they are no where near pure ska but they still are closer to ska
then anything I can think of.

At any rate could any one get a copy of a Skanking Pickle album, because
there has been alot of talk about them here so I would enjoy hearing them.

BaSh
bAsH