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From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Amachiak: Briefing to all involved
Date: 18 Nov 92 23:18:23 GMT

In <jpesonen.117@viikki.Helsinki.FI> jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
>	"Now I've told everything I know so far. Let's get moving!"
>Amachiak jumps on the back of Chik-Cha and starts towards the door.
>	"If anyone has any questions, I can answer them on the way."

Kotaro shakes his head.  "I've heard of sketchy briefings before, but this
is ridiculous.  He turns to Moria.  "Tell me, how did I get into this?  I
mean, it's not like I'm going to back out, but...."

Shaking his head again, he revs his hover cycle, and follows Amachiak,
trying hard not to run the little guy over.


>	Amachiak, the Leader of the Squiichar

kotaro toka
From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [ST] Kirkil: Welcome Shrouded One. Notice to Others, too!!
Summary: Mel comes in after a short interlude!
Date: 18 Nov 92 19:29:21 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology

>    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..."
> 
	"Good idea....get the action going....great!" says a cloaked figure
that has just entered through the Inn's door. From below the hood, a giggle
rises to a crescendo of disturbing laughter. A slender hand lifts the hood to
reveal Melandra who has some ash on her face and slightly singed eyebrows. 
	"I'll be ready as soon as I change....." and with that she runs across
the crowded room and disappears upstairs. Within minutes she appears dressed
in another dark grey cloak, which is far too big for her, with a small metal
clasp holding it in place.
	"Well ready.........come on........dont just sit there....". This is 
said in a hurried, almost frantic tone and comes at a fast pace. Her eyes begin
to glow with a strange reddish tint and the whole face seems to change subtly.
Then her body relaxes and the face softens as she seems to catch the anxious
stares of those at the table.
	"I apologise, perhaps you had better equip yourselves for our mission
this night. I have all I need with me". Mel waves a hand out to the side and
the cloak opens to reveal her partly leather clad body along with assorted
bottles and pockets. At her side can be seen a scabbard containing what looks
to be a sword. Melandra the takes back her seat and waits for the others to
ready themselves.

								Mel

							Slightly Insane Elf.
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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
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Subject: [Mista][L] Xrxs takes part into the action. On his own!
Date: 20 Nov 92 08:35:28 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


The sound of the Earth elemental pounding on the magical defences  of the 
Inn was too much for Xrxs.
Then some *Idjit* began to use Shadow Magic, not the same that the Dark Ones 
in home used, but Shadow anyway. That pissed him.
Xrxs took off to the plaza, flew over the smaller Earth elementals and 
surveyed the battle. From a collapsed building was a figure charging towards 
the Inn, from a nearby alley a strange blackfurred humanoid was charging 
there too, Fire burned a burning cat really bad and that strange thing was 
being beaten by Water.
Water...
Oil calms waves...

Xrxs looks around as if he was totally lost. Then he began a lunge towards 
the elemental.

Closing...

Closing...

Strange vibrations shook the air. People standing on the ground shook and 
the elementals seemed to vibrate. It seems that the fluid-based elementals 
are having some trouble keeping themselves together, thinks Xrxs.

BLAST!

Xrxs vomits a huge amount of oil exactly on top of the nearly dispersing 
Water. The oil spreads quickly into the surface of the elemental, and 
seemingly hinders it's movement.

	"Time to use that axe!", Xrxs shout to the thing standinn in front 
of the Water.

	Xrxs, Created companion.

    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: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [Hunters] A few months on.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 13:02:32 GMT

     Alex and the brood had moved house some four months ago now.
 It was a nice place, he thought, and plenty of sleeping space. A lot
 of nice people, always on hand as an emergency feeding stock. Anna
liked the place, as did the others, Tekuma, Barth and Khalid.
   Alex had been reacquainting himself with the city of his birth,
although it had been hundreds of years ago when he'd last looked upon
the fair streets of Generica. 
   He noticed that many things had appeared, like the Mages Guild, which
hadn't been here before. 
  He had noticed that the Dragon's Inn was still here. Ah the Inn. He'd
had much fun within the walls of that place, when he was a young
adventurer. 
   Alex reminisced a while longer.


  Tekuma was bored. He wanted to get out and have some fun. Alex and
Anna were no fun anymore.
  He swung down off a bunk-bed, and decided to split out for the night.
He put on a long coat over his tunic, and went outside. He heard Anna
and Alex talking in low voices. Something about controlling someone.
Tekuma shrugged to himself- Alex was always looking to control something
no matter what. 
  He'd say it was to keep them all safe from hunters, but Tekuma thought
he just did it for the sake of control, nothing else.
  
  The boy-vampire was soon out on the street, looking for some likely 
fun. He had a pouch of money, a knife, and a desire for some fun.
   He headed for the Low City.
 
  The Low City is not ususally the best place for young lads to wander
late at night. It was almost a certainty that young lads would be
waylaid by certain people. Tekuma was counting on this for his
amusement.
   Sure enough, and soon enough, three large and burly types, of the
bandit/street thug archetype detatched themselves from the darkness and
made their way towards the boy.
   Tekuma couldn't help smiling ...


--
 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]
From: z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Killian does post!
Date: 19 Nov 92 14:59:24 CST
Organization: Stephen F. Austin State University

Once again, wakefullness came upon the broken Killian.  How long has he been
here?  Who was still alive?  How would his companions react to the things he
has done?  Too many questions and no answers.  There were only two things that
were on Killian's mind.  Bed and booze.  

Killian's naturally fast healing had already repaired some of the more minor
damage, so he was able to get to his feet.  Gripping anything that was around
for support, the wounded bard stumbled towards his cabin.  His vision was foggy
and unclear, but he could still see the looks that his surviving shipmates
shot at him.  

To blazes with them.  It's not my fault.  My dear brother will have much to pay
if I can ever find him.  Get to my cabin.  Find the potions and the whiskey. 
Gods!  What have I done here?

Killian managed to stumble into the doorway leading down to the cabins.  He
fell down the stairs and rolled halfway down the hall.  As luck would have it,
he stopped rolling right in front of his door.  He reached up, pushed open the
door, and crawled inside.  He immediately focused on his backpack, lain
carelessly in a corner.  He pulled himself over to the pack and reached inside,
his hand closing on the wonderfull coolness of the healing potion.  He uncorked
it and drank the whole thing in three gulps.  

Wincing at the foul taste and sighing with relief as the potion worked his
majik, he tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.  It shattered on the back
wall and shards of glass went everywhere.  The next bottle he pulled from his
backpack contained healing spirits of a different sort.  He looked lovingly at
the whiskey as he proceeded to get completely drunk.

Killian - King of Bards and Bard of Kings
z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] travelling and Ixy
Date: 23 Nov 92 19:27:39 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Well, thought Ixy, once again I'm off on a quest. Saving a person this time.
This is definitely a switch from recovering spheres. And different companions
too. I couldn't take another extended journey with the others. Not now.

He looked at his companions.
Boy, Indigo is not looking that happy. I wonder what's bugging him.
Ixy attempted a brief touch, but found that, like himself, Indigo keeps his
mind guarded at all levels at all times, and so there were no surface thoughts
to be found. I can't fault him for that. I would do the same in his place.
For that matter, I am doing the same.

He looked toward Moria and found her in thought. She may have been taught by
Indigo, but she may not be as guarded as he, Ixy thought as he tried to touch
on her. He found her thinking about everyone in the group as well. So as not 
to invade privacy, he quickly withdrew. If she wants her thoughts known, she'll
make them so. I'm just being a busybody. Oh, well.
The squirrel rider was nowhere to be seen, nor was Kotaro. Well, back to two
companions, as usual. He sighed quietly.
Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulled out a small instrument. possibly
a flute, to any looking at it. As the ride continued, he began playing a soft
melody, neither happy nor sad, just a soft tune. After a while, the tune
started to pick up a couple sad overtones, but they were only noticable by one
who listened for them, and, of course, by Ixy himself.

-- 
--Matthew Charlap
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If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here, not just a name.
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From: mreinker@nyx.cs.du.edu (Matt Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Gortok finds the werebeast.
X-Disclaimer: Nyx is a public access Unix system run by the University
	of Denver for the Denver community.  The University has neither
	control over nor responsibility for the opinions of users.
Keywords: Sir Tyrone Gortok Undwarf blade
Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix at U. of Denver Math/CS dept.
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 92 10:02:59 GMT

	Gortok was finally able to lose the rats that still plagued him,
when he reached the general area that the scream came from.  Deciding that
he needed a better view of it, Gortok tried to climb a building.  After
collapsing two wooden shacks, a stone building finaly supported his weight.
	Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something, a white furred
beast of some sort.  He moved to other side for a better view and that's
where he saw the monster.  It appeared to be a large were-rabbit.  Gortok
stopped to consider this.  He had assumed that the creature had been a
werewolf, but a were-rabbit was equally plausible, after all, there had
been that one incident with the were-gerbil...But that was a thought for
another time.  The animal was moving and Gortok wasn't in a good position
to attack.  
	The fiendish beast moved over to a young woman that lay
unconscious.  Presumably, she was the one who had screamed.  Gortok had to
save her. He followed the foul monster from the roof tops, until it moved
closer to the side of the street that Gortok was on.  Gortok leaped from
the roof, his axe swinging his axe above his head.
	"DIE RABBIT FIEND FROM HELL!!!"
	Gortok wondered if that truly sounded as stupid as he thought it
did, as the rabbit ducked aside and his axe blade bit into the ground.
	"This is it," thought Gortok.  He turned and faced the rabid (rabbit)
 beast.

Mattre@audrey.linfield.edu

[Admin - There you go Jon, watch out, the blade is silver and the magics
on the axe are almost as powerful as Sir Tyrone's sword.  Please don't
kill him.]
 
---
"I'm going slightly mad" - Queen
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Kotaro -> Moria: Mounts and free breakfast.
Date: 15 Nov 92 08:21:29 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <silk.721795455@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes:
> 
> 	"My mount is tireless as well, and will not drain anyone's energies.
> However, I will take you up on your offer of free breakfast."
> 
> kotaro toka

   Moria stares at Kotaro for a few moments, "As you wish, good sir.  I
will not continue to argue."  She shakes her head in bewilderment as she
heads out the front door (after stopping at the bar and telling Littlefair
to give Kotaro whatever he wished for breakfast.)
 
-----
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: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Interlude: Meshtak the hunted, part II
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 04:19:28 GMT

When Meshtak awoke, he was in a bed. The bed was slightly too short for
him, and someone had pushed a footstool over for his legs to rest on. It
was very comfortable, and Meshtak was still weak, so he remained there.
As his awareness expanded, he noticed a large dog lying in the doorway
of the room. He dimly remembered hearing what he thought was a pack of
valaks, just before he passed out. No, that was impossible, this was not
Drotshava, this was Generica, and that was no valak, that was an
ordinary dog, although admittedly a large dog. As Meshtak blinked at
the hound, it let forth a low growl, from deep within its throat, and
pierced the draga with its eyes as it slowly raised its head. Meshtak
reached for his shiftsword, then realized he must have dropped it 
somewhere. "Grot." rasped the draga, trying to get enough control of his
head to at least put up a decent fight.
It turned out his worries were all for naught, for at that moment, a
voice called. "Idgie...Idgie! Hush!" The dog let out a whimper, and put
down its head. A woman's silhouette appeared in the doorway, and stood
there. As the draga's eyes adjusted, he could see she was an attractive
woman, by human standards. (Draga's tended to judge attractiveness by 
smell.) Meshtak estimated her age at about thirty. She had dark hair
held back in a tail, dark eyes, and wore peasant garb. "So.." he heard
her murmur. "The sleeper awakens."
Meshtak spoke. "I am Meshtakalanummus Slayer-of-the-first-Numpka, called
Meshtak..." he started.
"Save the titles, hero." she said as she walked over. "I'm Liera, called
the Widow Wodaoben. I found you outside, on my porch, with an arrow in
your back." She scrutinized the draga. "I honestly don't know whether to
turn you in or not...my mind tells me I should, but my instincts tell me
I shouldn't...and usually I have pretty good instincts."
	"I'm no criminal." said Meshtak. "It is true I was being chased
by members of the guard, and that was an imperial arrow in my back, but
I have done nothing wrong, except to make some powerful enemies in this
town, enemies with lots of contacts."
	A shadow passed over Liera's face. "I don't want any trouble..."
she whispered. 
	"I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't get
any." said the draga. He tried to sound confident, but his weak strength
betrayed itself in his voice. "I owe you my life."
	Liera nodded. "Yes." she said. "Yes, you do. We will talk more,
when you get more of your strength back. As for now, sleep."
She left the room.
Meshtak found himself drifting off, and before he knew it, was back asleep.

Meshtak the Draga
(ADMIN: No one has found Meshtak yet...he has some solo stuff to do before
he rejoins the 'Blade' group.)
-- 
"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                
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 19:06:28 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: ADMIN: [Mista][L] All those who volunteered

Well, thanks to all those who volunteered to help out in the upcoming
fight.  Details have been kept secret so as to not ruin the suprise :-)

Suggestions for the fight:
1. Show off if you want, but I think that close fights are much more
   interesting than "And with a single stroke, she decapitated 5000 devils..."
   (see the [KQ] thread for many entertaining fight scenes :-)
2. Anyone may enter the fight or leave at any time.
3. Watch for my posts as to the actions of the bad guys (if they retreat...if
   they have all been defeated)
4. You can get involved without fighting...take care of the wounded or go
   get more help.
5. This is an excellent place to introduce new characters :-)
6. Have fun.

     Love and Peace and Assistance,
             -The Dreamer-
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 16 Nov 1992 10:02:52 EST
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
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Subject: [Blade] Time to party!

           It was time. Farnhams body had recovered well under Haggas
care and he had armed himself well with spells that hadnt seen use in ages.
Bidding Farewell to Hagga and her Daughter and again promising to look for
her son, Farnham headed north towards the town. After leaving sight of the
small hut Farnham cast the first spell that would put him on the road to
Hendrix's destruction. His form wavered and melted and Farnham felt the
distinctive stretching sensation that normally accompanied the spell.
After a moment his features reformed. He was no longer a short gnome
wizard but now a tall,Swarthy looking man with dark hair dressed in
clothing befitting a person of noble birth. Farnham knew that this was
no illusion but that this was his new physical shape until he reversed
the spell. He also knew that it was very difficult to detect.
             By Farnhams recollection it had been about twelve hours since
the attack of the gaurdsmen, The sun haven risen only hours before. He
entered the gate without a glance even turninghis way, which reassured
him that the disgiuse was working. "Now" he thought "I need to find the
others, If there not in jail." Farnham headed towards the dragons-inn
with a swagger hoping that his companions were still alive.
From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Mel's Interlude
Date: 18 Nov 92 20:39:06 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology



	Melandra walked into her room and threw her statue-like friend down 
onto the bed beside her. She walked over to the bed and opened her backpack
emptying it out onto the bed. From the general clutter she picked a few items
and a scorched leather bodice. Looking at her 'friend' she said " Now now..
no peeping...you saw enough of me last night..". She then placed her blouse
over his eyes obscuring his vision.
	Within minutes a window in the Dragon's Inn opens and a slender 
figure appears only to disappear within seconds. Mel flew across the city
to the lumberyard she had seen the day before and landed carefully inside the
enclosed yard. She slowly took of her cloak after checking the area for any
night watchmen or drunks that might be using it as a place to sleep. When she 
was sure it was safe, she made her way to the heart of the yard. Her scorched 
leather bodice rasped at her skin as she raised her arms and sang out in a
strong voice to her 'God'.
	" God of Fire, Provider of the Holy Fires, take these trees as they 
were meant to leave life. I give them to you and the Protector of the Heart
Trees as proof of my devotion to you". With this she started incanting a spell
and the area devolved into a huge explosion of fire that swept over the wood
with a hunger. The explosion blew the gates off their hinges and many of the 
surrounding windows flew into the rooms they normally protected from the 
Elements. The wood burned rapidly with a strong wind to help it catch and the
entire yard turned to ash within the space of a few minutes.Out of this inferno
stepped a figure almost untouched by the fire, apart from a few  scorch marks 
and some ash sticking to the sweat covering her face. With a small wave of her 
hand, she slid from view of the normal citizens and departed back to the Inn
in a much happier mood for carrying out her 'Gods' wishes.


	[ADMIN: Sorry....didn't know who to mail about Generican 
	geography & destroying part of the town.!..its ok..It didn't
	spread....she had some force & ice walls up protect the close
	houses.]
							Mel.
							Insane Pyromaniac.

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  Melandra Flametree, Lady Wizardess  * Internet: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
  Pyrolator, Princess of Vyalia       * Janet   : mcspikgfm@uk.ac.Dundee-Tech
  & Slightly Insane Elf.."BOOM..Fun!" * Dundee College of Technology, Scotland.
********************************************************************************
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Blade]Chip finds meshtak
Date: 19 Nov 92 01:42:18 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


  After about a couple hours, Chip (and who ever is with him) finally found
Meshtaks resting Place.  Chip entered the hut (badly scarring a young girl)
checked on Meshtak (still unconsious) and then went back outside and stood 
guard.  He tried to pinpoint the reast of his companions

Don Shaffer
dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu 3000
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Friday, 20 Nov 1992 12:32:12 EST
From: JILL <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R] Killian does post!

  It was moments later before Jenever recognized the smell of alcohol emanating
from her loved one.  As the realization dawned she threw off the drunken beast,
and began to curse. (Evidently, once the bard was very soused, he changed back
into cat-form).
  *   JILLIAN MAREE THOMAS  *
*  34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU *
*  "I'M JUST A GIRL WHO CAIN'T *
  *    SAY NO" -OKLAHOMA    *
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Amachiak: Briefing to all involved
Date: 20 Nov 92 20:11:55 GMT

In <1992Nov19.072819.4083@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>[ADMIN:  I'm going to take extreme narrator's liberty here.  I apologize
>in advance to anyone who get offended by the fact that the characters of
>the TW thread are now all assumed to be together in the stable.  Indigo has

none taken...

>   Moria looks down from the back of Nightraven and smiles a small
>sarcastic smile, "I believe that you volunteered, Kotaro.  That is how all
>of us got into this."

Kotaro looks back at Moria.  "Okay, fine, I volunteered, but that doesn't
mean I'm going to enjoy this."  Kotaro looks a bit chagrined, and then
hauls a helmet out from beside his seat and straps it on.  He then reaches
down to the other side and picks out a strange looking rifle.  He pulls a
lever, looks at a small panel revealed, and then slings it over his
shoulder.

As he zooms off after Amachiak, Kotaro thinks about his companions...one
fish-breath, a pacifist, some wierd dark-skinned lady on a silent horse who
creates robots, and some short dude on a squirrel.  He laughs to himself
and then flips a switch, extending the wings on the bike, then climbs into
the sky to get a last look at this wierd place called Generica.

>Master Hawk
>Last Lord of Aracnis

kotaro toka
silk@mcl
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