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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 16:59:03 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [DQ] Kadrys: Back Inn Town

>     Then, his restless gaze picks out a patch of
>BLACKness bent over a wounded patron resting in one of the Inn's multitude
>of Dark Corners (tm). His crooked grin returns as he moves towards that corner
>with his usual stealth, reaching out his hand to tap the half-elf's shoulder.
>"Still tending the wounded, I see. Ever think of becoming a Healer?" he grins.

Luthor spun to meet the fiery gaze of the vampire.  At that moment, he recalled
that time six months ago when he had met Kadrys' gaze in the mob battle.  This
time, the gaze held nothing but friendship, and for that, Luthor was glad.
His normal friendly smile swept white across his golden face.

"Kadrys, it has been so long.  I wondered what had happened to all of you.
Why don't we sit and have a drink...er...I mean I'll have a drink.  We can
bring each other up to speed on what has been happening in the past half
year.  I never really got to talk to you after I came back from avenging my
wife..."  Luthor left the now bandaged patron and flowed into a seat at a
nearby table.  He motioned for Kadrys to join him.

"Why don't you start first...Last I knew, your group was planning on going to
rescue a dragon upon the request of my shrunken giant-friend SunStorm."  Luthor
leaned back in his chair and frowned briefly when he remembered that Serene
would not be coming to get his order any time soon.

     Love and Peace and Catching Up,
             -The Dreamer-
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From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Subject: [Ga] Mathew joins the group
Summary: Mathew says I'm sorry, and joins the group
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 15:56:23 GMT



>Brent said "Anyway, Mathew, what 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."

Mathew looked back to the sword and started to hand it back to Garriot when
Zebron spoke up.

>"That's right lad," said the moon elf in a slow, steady tone, "Life isn't all
>a question of black and white."

>Zebron smiled slightly at his little joke.

Mathew smiled a small smile back, but didn't know why.

>"You came looking for the people who committed an evil crime and instead found
>weary travelers who have been tricked and duped into an act they truly 
>regret while on a noble mission.  You want to take an action, but know not 
>what the honorable thing to do is."

Mathew handed Garriots sword back to him. "I'm sorry for falsely accusing you
of murder.  I was upset at the loss of my father, and I let my anger get the
better of me.  My father always said it would be my undoing, again I'm sorry"

Most at the table nodded their acceptance of his apology.  Mathew straightened
his shoulders, which tightened the chain mail suit around his chest, and turned
to leave the inn.

>Zebron, the 'moon elf' rose from the table and extended his arm in friendship
>towards the lad.  "I'm sure I speak for the rest of my friends when I say
>that if you still thirst for justice, you are more than welcome to join us."

Mathew turned back, a smile broad on his face, "I still seek justice for the
wrong done my family.  If you know where to go, I will follow."

>"We really must be going.  Any delay we have is too long."

With that Zebron, the moon elf, slipped past Mathew towards the door and
headed towards the stables.

Others got up to do the same.

"Wait, you mean we're going -now-, but I've got no provisions for a long
journey"

--
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
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] murderers???
Summary: Mathew begins to calm down, as the group tells their side of the story
Date: 11 Dec 92 21:28:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
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In article <Bz3w2n.M15@jabba.ess.harris.com>, jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.) writes...
> 
>>Garriot becomes very distraught during the telling, and excuses himself from
>>table. 
> 
>"Hold sir, I think it would be wise if I hear everyone version of the story.
>Lest there be some detail missing"
> 
>>At the conclusion of her telling, Khisanth asks Mathew for what information he
>>knows.  
> 
>"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.
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [Hunters] Silken. Oh look, a mage!
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 15:30:51 GMT


>He rounded the corner, and there the thing was a look of satisfaction on
>his face.  Such as strange vision, the elf, a thing of handsome beauty with
>a trickle of blood dripping down his cheek, bent over the child.  The child,
>a pretty girl no older than 16, lay cradled in his arms.  Her eyes were
>closed, her face was almost white, and a look ecstasy was on her face.

  Silken laid the girl gently down. He had stopped before it would be
too late. She was looking white, pale like all his victims, yet she
would live. She hadn't seen his face, and the bite wound would heal when
he applied the ointment.
  Now, where had he put it...


>Darvos started his spell, his words could be heard down the street,
>but he would be complete with his spell before the beast could do anything.

  Silken heard the mage start his spell.
 His hearing, instinctive. So this was his follower. Act quickly.
 At inhuman speed, Silken ran into an alley. He looked like a blur.
 Immediately, he was cloaked.
 A second later the spell went off, scorching the earth where he had
knelt moments before.

   Silken flew straight up to the roof, and gazed upon the mage below.
 The mage looked in something akin to awe at the spot where he had been.
Surpirised as well.

  The girl!
 Damn! His toothy marks were still upon her soft neck.
  What to do?
 The mage was moving very warily over to her body.

 


--
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

--
 Haggis: Haggis is a black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered not
only a delicacy, but fit for human consumtion.The minced heart, liver
and lungs of a sheep are mixed with oatmeal and boiled in the sheep's
stomach before ...Excuse me a minute... [Mithrandir/tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
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From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Subject: Re: [Ga] Mathew joins the group
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 20:22:15 GMT

In <1992Dec15.161652.2748@ccd.harris.com> mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:



>Khisanth speaks:  

>"We can find provisions.  Have you a horse?"

"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.

"Your name was ...  Kiss - Anne??" He look to her to see if he had made a
mistake.


--
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: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [NL] Medor notices Kloote
Date: 15 Dec 92 04:58:09 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
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   Medor flicks his tail aimlessly, letting his eyes drift
independantly through the crowd.  His right eye followed the 
bright bouncing person as she crossed to the bar, then watched
as another person shuffled over to her, trying to wipe some
coloration off his cheek.
  
   Medor's right eye wandered randomly through the rabble until
a tingling surge passed through him.  Both eyes focused on the 
same spot as a man appeared in the inn.  Medor watched intently
as the man ripped a pice of paper and dissapeared.  Another man
handed a piece of paper to a big person, who also ripped the 
paper and dissapeared.

   /Ah!/ Medor thought, /A mage!  It's much harder to tell one
here.  I miss the forest./  He jumped off the table and began
crawling over to the mage, dodging a couple pairs of boots and
almost loosing sight of his destination.  Finally he appeared at
the mage's feet, touched one, and felt the tingling surge through
him again.

   He smiled as best as a lizard can smile and began to crawl up
Kloote's leg.


Grin - Medor the Night Lizard
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 00:33:02 GMT

In article <1992Dec14.150856.2891@gacvx2.gac.edu> pseudo@nic.gac.edu writes:
>The battered door (perhaps replaced since I last posted regularly) swings open  
>the bar and pulls out her pouch and has a short discussion with a barmaid.   
>Crestfallen she turns to the patrons and cheerfully asks "Hi, folks and my  
>name's Saph and well drinks here are incrediably expensive and does anyone  
>wanna buy me one?"    

 Lucas watches this new arrival, sighs, and rises from his chair. This is ob-
viously too much of a coincidence, for this young woman to have bounded into
the Inn right after his communion with Fecunda. Obviously, this must be a test
of his faith. Lucas straightens out his muddy robe, and tries unsuccessfully
to rub the kiss of his goddess from his cheek, even though he knows it will
do no good. It will go away after a few days, once it gets tired of flirting
with his skin, but until then no force in the Universe can haul it away. How
embarassing... But... work to do...

  He tries to stride over to the bar where the maiden stands, but it ends up
being something of a semi-confident shuffle. He clears his throat and turns
to Littlefair.

  "I... umm... believe I shall be purchasing the lady a drink..."

  Littlefair grins wide at the priest and winks while Saphire's back is turned,
but Luke only sighs again. Littlefair looks at him with a puzzled frown, then
shrugs and asks Saphire wants to drink, and pours her a glass of it.

   "Here you go, miss. Umm... that'll be 3 coppers, Father..."

   Lucas sighs. "I don't have any money, I'm afraid. The Wasters took what that
guardsman gave me, when they tortured me in their Dungeons, so..."

   "They... tortured you? I'm sorry. Gods above, just have the drink, it's on me..."

   Lucas nods sadly. "Thank you..."
 

  "Well, okay, Father
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Saturday, 19 Dec 1992 17:59:34 EST
From: Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
 <BzF5Kt.94p@apollo.hp.com>

In article <BxF%Kt.94p@apollo.hp.com>, John Francis says:

>[Felix] "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."

"Yes, that is true, though I must admit surprise that word of our
adventure has spread.". 'Especially such an apparantly favorable account.'
he added mentally.

His eyes scanned the inn as his mind pondered the fact that their deeds
were not known. Perhaps Kadrys had told Luthor about it, or 'Raelf -- who
had also found a conversation partner, it would seem -- had told the tale
to Listener as well as the one for the previous timeline. From there, the
Rabble was the likely candidate to spreaadit, and to eliminate any of the
more... depressing parts.

He inwardly sighed. But he would do nothing about the situation. If asked,
he might give his version, but he certainly would not actively correct
anything. He did not seek faem, but even less wanted people to know of his
moment of failure.

The humanoid moved on to Saph, skipping over Lucas:
>"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
>she copied?"

Though the question was directed at Saph, Lancos knew that he was the only
one who could answer it.

"Though Alita was known for copying," he said, recalling her transformations,
"this is not her. I doubt very much that we will meet again. I believe this
falls into the category of coincidence, although Saph here certainly fits
your description."

He paused, suddenly feeling like he was taking up too much of the
conversation. [ADMIN: Maybe it's a side effect of sitting next to Lucas
{:-)!}.]

"But enough about that. How about telling us something about yourself, my
good man? I want to make sure you and the lady here get your word in
edgewise." he ended his speech with a small smile.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Michael Sander 344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmcih.edu
From: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [NL] Medor decides he doesn't like snow
Date: 18 Dec 1992 23:35:42 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
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    Medor  bounced a few times and rolled to his feet.  /Yes, he is a  mage!  
 And a rather friendly one too!  He didn't try to burn me or dip me in acid!  
 Great, now how do I get back to him?/  It was rather cold out.  White stuff 
 was everywhere.  Medor had never seen snow before and marveled at they  way 
 it  stuck  to his skin.  It faded quickly 'though, leaving his  skin  black 
 again.  And was less important than finding that mage again.
 
    He started climbing up the wall, back to the window, and slipped.  After 
 bouncing  a  few times, he started his climb again,  slipped  and  bounced.  
 This  was no good.  The cold white stuff was keeping him from  sticking  to 
 things.  He sighed and followed the edge of the building until he came to a 
 door.   Doors wouldn't do.  There was no way he could open it.   He  needed 
 something like a broken or open window, but he probably couldn't get to  it 
 if he found one.
 
    The  ground  was  very cold.  He shifted his feet  by  the  door,  first 
 standing on his right front and his left back feet, then switching.   Medor 
 had  never had to deal with winter before and wasn't ejoying the  idea  one 
 bit.
 
 Grin - Medor the Night Lizard
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Subject: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
From: pseudo@nic.gac.edu
Date: 14 Dec 92 15:08:55 -0600

The battered door (perhaps replaced since I last posted regularly) swings open  
again letting in a glimmer of afternoon sun.  A woman stands in the doorway.   
She is about 5'10" and bright blue,
with flowing white-purple hair.  She looks young, about 17 or 18 and *very*  
cute.  She, well, bounds is the best word for her walk, which has an energetic  
step, to the bar in a flurry of whispering red and yellow silk.  Her garb is  
baggy and loose yet every now an interesting patch of skin shows through.  It  
looks as if somone has wrapped bolts of silk around her and pinned them in  
place.  Even through her baggy garb it is obvious that she has a nice figure,
and to the trained adventurer that she carries a dagger in her boot.  Around  
her waist is a simple rope with a patchwork pouch tied to it.  The pouchjingles  
a bit.  She also carries a traveling harp under her arm.   Finally she gets to  
the bar and pulls out her pouch and has a short discussion with a barmaid.   
Crestfallen she turns to the patrons and cheerfully asks "Hi, folks and my  
name's Saph and well drinks here are incrediably expensive and does anyone  
wanna buy me one?"  Saph looks eagerly at anyone nearby.  Seeing a few people  
look confused considering the last time she was here, she explains, "Well, I  
figured maybe I caught the old place at a bad time and I'd try again now.   
Besides, I can't afford any other inns in this city either.."  She grins  
flirtatiously.

Saphire Silkson, Revlis at large.  Who me?
pseudo@nic.gac.edu
--
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
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [Ga] Mathew joins the group
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 16:16:52 GMT


In article <BzB5M0.HBs@jabba.ess.harris.com>, jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com 
(Joe Carl Jr.) writes:
|> Others got up to do the same.
|> 
|> "Wait, you mean we're going -now-, but I've got no provisions for a long
|> journey"
|> 
|> --
|> 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

Khisanth speaks:  

"We can find provisions.  Have you a horse?"

-- 
=============================================================================
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mba@ccd.harris.com    +      Any opinions presented are mine alone.
  Good judgment comes from experience.  Experience comes from bad judgment.
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From: drbombay@netlink.cts.com (Walter Ladwig)
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Subject: Hmmmmm?
Date: 18 Dec 92 00:13:40 GMT
Organization: NetLink Online Communications, San Diego CA

What exactly is the dragon's inn pub?

Dr B

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