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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Familiar Magics
Date: 13 Nov 92 04:50:28 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Zebron, intrigued by his recent conversation with Alaric, walks with him
towards Khisanth.

"You weave an interesting tale, my friend," says the dark elf, "I have
travelled many lands and never have I heard of such a form of 'racial magic'.

"I have heard, however, of your new familar, Khsianth.  Rumors reached me
when I was on Toril of a forest in the Dale lands where such creatures
flourished.  The tale went that such creatures made excellent familiars and
actually went out of their way to attach themselves with spell casters.

"Of course, the nature of a familiar usually matches that of it's partner,
isn't that right, Dusk?"

The raven caws in agreement.

"While we're alone, I have a question for the both of you.  Each of you 
refers to the other as 'mate'.  Not 'husband' or 'wife'.  I am curious as to
why you use one term over the other.  I have learned throughout my life that
words and names carry great weight," states the drow thief/spellcaster.

-jak
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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
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Subject: A bedraggled figure enters the inn.
Date: 10 Nov 92 22:37:42 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

[Read my previous post for more info]
THe doors to the inn sway open as a figure falls over onto the floor. Slowly,
he gets up, thankful that few people in the tavern notice things like this 
anymore. He crawls over to his table, and illuminates it with a dim red glow.
The glow reveals the face of Ixnaphior, and boy does he look in bad shape. He
calls the barmaid over. "A bottle of your finest wine, and leg of mutton, if
you will." He then falls back in his chair.

-- 
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If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here.
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From: s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au (Scott Wight)
Subject: Mavrius botches another fine attack.
Keywords: Greysdale, Motley, a werewolf and two very dead wererats.
Organization: Monash University College Gippsland, Churchill, 3842, Australia
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 11:26:45 GMT


    The werewolf advanced on Mavrius, its huge jaws slavering with spittle and
exuding the rank smell of meat.  (Boy, these guys should really clean their
teeth)  Mavrius suddenly sobered up, all his limbs were under his control and
not a minute to soon, as the werewolf leapt for his throat.

    Mavrius performed another one of his bold dive rolls, but this one to the
right, where his silver short sword had fallen.  Pain raked down his thigh as
the werewolf missed with it jaws, but not with its filthy claws.  He
suppressed his own howl as he hit the ground and continued to roll.

    And straight into an armour clad leg..........


    The dead knight tumbled over the brash fighter and they both ended up in a
heap on the ground.  Man, Mavrius was just not having a good night.

    And the werewolf turned fixing them both in its evil eyes emitting a
terrible howl..............................


Mavrius the coordinated
      Scott Wight
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Max - Calm down, it's gonna be okay (gasp)
Date: 5 Nov 92 10:54:55 GMT
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin


   Max held Meshtak for just a few seconds, Meshtak looking a tad
surprised at the CyberWarrior's actions. Max himself didn't quite know
what had come over himself. He was beginning to release the Draga, when
he felt himself being lifted off the ground and encased in a bubble.
   He punched it, but it was like rubber.
  He swore softly, and several of the motley crew below him were
berating him for acts of violence. He glanced for a second at the 
surface of the bubble.

   [Analysis]

  /Substance.Psyche.Manipulation.akin.Horde\

   [Solution]

  /Laser.fire.known.to.disrupt\

   Before anybody else could do anything, the CyberWarrior had blasted a
hole in the side of the bubble. It shrivelled to nothing, he landed on
his feet, and put the weapon away.
  
   "All I want, before this lunacy continues," he said evenly with
suppressed anger, "is to know what the Bannen is going on."

   He waited for an answer.

--
>>>[Mithranidir]<<<  >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<<

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
  
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From: rrb3919@venus.tamu.edu (BARRON, RANDY R)
Subject: Re: [blade] Enter the guard
Summary: all of us? 
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41    
Organization: Texas A&M University, Academic Computing Services
Date: Sat, 7 Nov 1992 17:09:00 GMT

In article <1992Nov6.185245.4443@cheshire.oxy.edu>, 
	dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes...
>A man whose mail shows him to be a Lieutenant in the
>army looks at the group with disdain. "You will please
>accompany us to Glorishand Keep for questioning." He says
>in a cold commanding monotone. He looks at Farnham.
>Meshtak looks at the pointed death aimed in the                

	While the guards are watching everybody talking, only 
the most observant might notice the small sparrow perching where
until moments ago, sat a great eagle.  Watching the guards out of
dimmed eyes, Ell decides it might be wise to see how things go
before assuming human form again...

	MASKE
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 09:08:49 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] HELP: Immediate Binding Needed!
 <1992Nov4.172305.3711@wkuvx1.bitnet>

>   The hazy shield keeping those in the Inn from harm slowly dissapated and
>Moria fell to her knees in fatigue.  Her small voice could be plainly heard
>over the dead silence of the Inn, "Owww."  And she passed out.

     Out of all of the races of beings in the universe, Luthor thought that
the last one to help a Goldne Elf would be a Drow.  The struggle between
their two races over the past few milinea had been tremendous.  If it weren't
for the help of the Humans, the Golden Elves would have been erased from
the Realms by the Drows' superior numbers.
     Here, lying on floor after saving his life, was a Drow.  Luthor ran to
her side and looked for wounds.  Fortunately there were none.  She had just
tired out after fighting the Demon, but this did nothing to dull Luthor's
keen respect for the woman.
     "She will be okay in a few moments.  The energy expended in that battle
was a little much for her."  Even Luthor's magic sight was blinded by the
forces that she and the demon used.
     Luthor held her gently, waiting for her awakening.

     Love and Peace and Thanks,
          -The Dreamer-
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade]Guards! Stop a priest of Sshi'eh?
Date: 11 Nov 92 17:45:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41


..Arcadio, noticing the change in the lieutenant, says, "Now, taking over 
somebody's body isn't a very polite think to do, don't y'know--possession
may be nine-tenths of the law, but then again, I've never been a big fan of
law, anyway!"  With that, he hurls a powerful counterspell at the lieutenant,
hoping to shake off Hendrix's influence.

(ADMIN: Would someone who knows a bit more about Hendrix and his capabilities
figure out what happens, please?)
From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [ST] Zach and Mel.  How about me?!?!
Date: 12 Nov 92 14:01:21 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology

In article <jpesonen.110@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> In article <1992Nov9.090111.3798@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
> 
>>>      "So would you care to consider joining an expeditione to the tente?"
>  
	Mel looks away from her new companion and turns her slightly worrying
smile on Kirkil. " Why of course I will join you in your endevour. I am here
for rest, but the best rest I can get is a good dose of fun and excitement.
Tell me when we are to check the tent. Perhaps at night, or do you plan to keep
it under watch in case anything else happens. I am afraid I will have to put 
'Cutsie' upstairs at the moment as he is attracting some attention. Perhaps one
of you lovely gentlemen will come and call me if you are leaving quickly".

	Mel then leans over to Kirkil and whispers in his ear. " Watch
Zacharia, I don't know what the purifier might do to him, and he does want to
accompany us. I am positive of it. I can see it is his eyes. Anyway, its nearly
night anyway so perhaps a spot of sneaking around the tent would be useful".

	" Gentlemen and lady" she says bowing to the table, "I hope you will
appraise me with the situation when I come back down, or when you come to call.
If there is anything urgent, all you need to do is knock on the door. I should
be able to get down here in a minute or two. And now my good friends, I bid you
goodbye, for I have an experiment to carry out on my 'stiff' friend. Hopefully
it will be a very pleasurable time had by all concerned".

	With that she gets up and sweeps across the room to the table where she
earlier left her statue-like companion. She picks him up and drags him towards
the stairs. Some of the less hardened adventures turn away with grimaces of
pain as she drags him feet first up the stairs. The solid thunks that eminate
around the Inn from the fighters armoured helm clattering off every step stop
as she manages to reach the top of the stairs. With a flourish of her long hair
she walks out of sight of Kirkil and the gathered group.

	[ADMIN: Ok, Mel forgot to mention the room number, but I'm sure
	Littlefair will pass it on. She is available at any time to start
	off on her 'restful holiday'!]

								Mel.

	mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
	" Under the light of a Full Moon, even rivers of blood run golden.."
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 9 Nov 1992 11:01:14 EST
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
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Subject: [Blade] Guardsmen are notoriously dumb!

          "One point for Hendrix" Farnham thought as the guardsmen encircled
them "If he didnt instigate this then I'm a barbarian!" Suddenly Ell, in
the shape of a sparrow flew over the guards heads then disapeared in a flash.
Farnham used this moment of distraction to create a quick (and hopefully
convincing) illusion. As the attention of the gaurds returned to the group
the sound of another horse approaching rang loudly. Sitting on the horse
was an officer and his features showed that he was not happy.
[Admin: It can be assumed that Farnham saw this guy while wandering thru
Generica and is now hoping that he dont show up to spoil the illusion!]
"WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING!?" the officer cried "HALF THE TOWN IS UNDER
ATTACK BY MUTANTS AND YOUR CHASING RUFFIANS?" The leader of the guardsmen
stuttered out a reply "B...B...But there assasins....we have orders.."
"ASSASINS MY REAR-END, GET MOVING NOW BEFORE YOUR WASHING POTATOES IN
THE MESS!!" with that the officer swung his horse around rode off. Luckily
nobody had noticed the sweat on Farnhams brow nor the fact that his lips
had moved slightly,right in time with the officer. Some of the guardsmen
were shifting uneasily in there saddles and looking questioningly at there
leader.
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade]Guards! Stop a priest of Sshi'eh?
Date: 11 Nov 92 01:57:51 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


  Chip did not have the time or the patience to deal with the stupid Wfm'qwhich surrounded him.  AS soon as he saw the guards distracted, Chip' started 
chanting (humming noise to others, and thanks Arcadio).  Instantly (well almost
instantly) several clouds of horseflies went after the guards' mounts plunging
the guards to the groud and causing confusion.  Many of the crossbows went off
into the air and struck buildings.  Chip' leapt to the top of a building, 
ducked for cover, and concentrated.  Coyote was in the midst of a fight with
Tyrone, The strange one who joined them was off in the direction of hendrix, 
and the other two were doing something or other. (Aren't spies wonderful).
He watched several seconds as the others escaped from the guards (or whatever)
and then went after the two remaining guards.

Don Shaffer
dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers
PS. Hopefully Havens-rest should be opening soon, see you there.
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Inn] +obadu the phu meets Indigo the merman
Keywords: Indigo, +obadu, phu. demon-dust
Date: 12 Nov 92 16:05:00 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

tim@nx37.mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman) writes:

> Plugging the shell and stashing it in
> his pouch, he returns his attentions to Indigo.
>     "Water-dweller not like burn of dayshine."  The phu touches his 
> hat to signify that it is a common problem.  "These made for seaman
> when +obadu remember how +obadu canoe grow holes.  Remember +obadu."
>     Saying this, the phu hands Indigo a dozen green peas, each having
> a seam of thread running through them.  +obadu demonstrates their
> use.  He takes one of the dozen peas and carefully removes the
> thread and separates the pea-halves.  Suddenly a dense fog engulfs
> the pair and all within a few feet of them.  They reappear as
> a breeze blows the heavy fog out the door to be burnt off by the morning
> rays.  The breeze ends as +obadu stops moving his stick in a circle.
>     No change has been made except that all the fog touched are 
> soaked by an exceptionally heavy dew.  +obadu sits at an empty table
> and sips his drink.  Some become nervous at the relaxing phu.  Old
> sayings rise to mind including, "When the phu sits, 'ware it."

"My thanks, +obadu.  While I possess similar items, I forsee many uses for 
your gift," replies the merman.
From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
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Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 11 Nov 92 04:21:27 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

In article <1992Nov10.130856.11675@ccd.harris.com> mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:
>
>Kyleen has started tending to Garriot's wound, and Khisanth runs toward her 
>stunned mate to pull him out of the way.
>
Actually, Kyleen, as she mentioned in a previous email letter, is _NOT_
tending to anyone's wound, but is instead peppering ambushers with many
fatal arrows.  She will continue doing so until all attackers are dead or
until prisoner(s) for interrogation are taken.  Afterwards, she will tend
to the wound first-aid style.  If he is, indeed, poisoned, she will ask
for help carrying him out of sight, and this will be taken to email.


          Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
Sorry, I am still just a *bit* grumpy.  Please please please contact me via
email _before_ assuming my character would take an action directly belieing
her ranger image.
(and now, back to our regularly scheduled .sig)
AKA Kyleen, who never wants to SEE another head wound, let alone TREAT one
From: mccall@Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
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Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 11 Nov 92 04:21:51 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

Seeing Garriot fall, and multiple grey figures advancing, Mardan acts...

   Suddenly, apparently of their own volition, several medium sized rocks
   hurl towards the opponents knocking two of them out the fray quite 
   completely.

   Mardan vaults from his horse,draws longsword and dagger and charges the
   opponents. A shimmering field of some unknown energy can be seen 
   surrounding both Mardan and his weapons, this field appears to have
   protective properties as it prevents Mardan from being stunned by 
   Khisanth's unusual energy. As he engages the remaining opponents it
   becomes quite obvious that Mardan knows _exactly_ what he's doing, as
   his opponents fall with great ease(and swiftness), the blow or two that
   slip through his guard are easily deflected by the shimmering aura.

-Mardan, Bashar XVI Elite Investigator Corps

[ADMIN : Mardan doesnt always charge opponents, but in this case it was
the best tactical decision in order to protect those who had fallen from
further missle fire.]


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From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Subject: Re: Moria:  Ixy!  What happened? Amachiak wakes up!
Date: 11 Nov 92 09:07:39 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <jpesonen.115@viikki.Helsinki.FI>,
     jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> 	"What has happened here, if I may ask? You awaken me in the middle 
> of my dreams...oh well, it's morning anyway. So what is going on? Who is 
> this person? Can he help us? Moria, why aren't you talkin to me?"
> Amachiak continues this raving while Moria is tending Ixy's scratches and 
> bruises. He is very upset. How can this person be more important than his 
> Queen?!?

   Moria barely spares Amachiak a glance as she continues to try to get
information out of Ixy, but eventually her patience began to wear thin.
   "Amachiak," she said in a polite voice, "Ixy here may be able to aid us. 
Perhaps if you were to go to my table and get my plate, he will regain his
strength and decide to join us in our quest."  

   Meanwhile, she was looking over Ixy, trying to decide if she could help
him.  Most of the damage appeared to be fatigue, but there was a
substantial amount of bruising, and he continually looked toward the door.

   Finally loosing her patience, and her good mood, she grabbed him by the
front of his cloak, pulling him around to face her.  
   "Who did this to you?  Tell me, and they die...most painfully.  Don't
tell me, and when I have time, I'll take this city apart looking for
them...and they still die...most painfully."

-----
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.
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Squirrels, Sleep, Surprises, Steeds
Date: 9 Nov 92 17:00:03 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

[ADMIN: Ok, I give up...what does the [TW] stand for?]

Indigo listens to the squirrel rider's answers.  He beams with pride when
Amachiak mentions the courage and honour of the 'Fishy Men'.  His face falls 
when he recognizes the reference that it was his reparing of Moria's mind that
unleashed the psychic energy that was harming the little humanoid.  Looking at
Moria, remembering all she has done recently, and noting the fact that Amachiak
seems to be doing better, Indigo decides that the cost was worth it.

Indigo noticed the weariness on Moria's features, and commands her to go to
her room to catch some sleep, telling the others that such a short delay will
be necessary if the mission is to succeed.

At the mention of steeds and overland travel, Indigo pales.

"While I could not possibly use a steed, I have magical items that will allow
me to travel on land.  While I am loathe to use them, and feel very
uncomfortable doing so, it is a necessary evil.  My ring is one of levitation,
allowing me to float in the air as I do in the water.  My earring is one of
'watery-air', allowing me to breathe more comfortably as well as giving enough
substance to the air to allow me to 'swim' - and I 'swim' much faster than
any horse."

Indigo begins to put his shells back in his net, and hefts his trident.

"We'll leave when the lady is rested and ready, correct?"

-jak
 
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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [blade] Max, tension, guards, what a day.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1992 16:05:25 GMT

Arcadio writes:

Arcadio, somewhat perturbed at this easy disruption of his bubble (one
of his best spells), nonetheless managed to make a smooth recovery.  
"Aaah, that's better," he said, "Now, to recapitulate the events of the
past few days:  some entity or entities, probably from another dimension
and certainly of great malevolence, have recently been unleashing all sorts
of nasty types on our fair Generica.  The first that I know of was an
antisocial chap by the name of Blade, who wreaked havoc, committed mayhem, 
and generally acted in a very unfriendly manner.  He has, for the moment,
been dealt with--I think.  More recently, someone has been bouncing about
hither and yon transforming our stalwart city guardsmen into large, menacing
creatures of the sort you just encountered--against their will, no less.
Naturally, as heroic seekers after fame and glory, we could do no less than
to attempt restoration of these poor unfortunates and bring the malefactor
to justice.  Which brings us to where we are now.  Umm...what _was_ that 
spell you used to disrupt my bubble, by the by?"

Now read on :

   Max absorbed the information about Blade, the guards, and so on.
 "Sounds like you've got a whole lot of problems, friend."
 "Indeed, and about that spell ?"
 "What is a spell ? I've only been on your world a short time, and do
not understand this "spell" that people keep referring to."
 "Ah ... " said Arcadio, "It's umm, magic, you see. Terminology."
 "Oh I see. Those psychic manipulations that this world's laws allow "

 [RecordDataSpell]

 /Recorded\

  "No, you misunderstand me, I did not use a spell at all." Max chuckled
quietly to himself.
  "Oh, I see. What _was_ it, then ?"
  "This"
 
  Max drew out his pistols at great speed, faster than Arcadio's eyes
wanted to follow. 
  "Tech ," he said ," technology, laser in specifics, powered by
electrics and Bannen like that."

  /Alert.Persons.approaching\

  Arcadio was looking at the guns in wonder, when they were suddenly
gone from sight. Max had turned around.
 
  Max saw many guards, dressed in armor, inferior armor no doubt. One of
them looked to be the leader, as his armor looked a little finer. All
were armed with the primitive swords that were the apparent staple of
this society. Some had longer polearms. They all looked mean.

  One of them was talking to Meshtak. Then he saw one of his new-found
allies, a mage he presumed, become insubstantial.
  Good trick, he thought.


 [PowerWeaponsExecute]

 /Weapons.powered.Power.at.93%\

 [RunAutoscan360'HordePriority]

 /Scan.initiated\

 [AssessProbabilityVictory]

 /27%.alone.88%.with.others\

   Looks like I'm with these guys, then, he said to himself.
 Tensely, he waited to see what would happen next.

   
 

--
>>>[Mithranidir]<<<  >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<<

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.