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From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Revenge 1
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:19:46 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Toscon looked at Effandir and said, "More likely than not, they won't be 
 together  right now.  I'll go after the figurehead, you take  the  illusion 
 spinner."
 
    Effandir nodded and left the town square for one of the taverns.
 
    Toscon  leaned back against a wall and observed the city.   Two  bandits 
 probably  wouldn't  have  their  own home  or  wealthy  connections.   He's 
 probbably sold the horse already and is trying to sell the other stuff.  It 
 would be best to look for him from above.
 
    A second later an eagle flew out of the town square, circled once over a 
 tavern  as  Effandir  entered,  and passed on to  the  market  square.   He 
 eventually found the bandit entering a pawn shop.  Toscon let out a  battle 
 cry and dove.
 
    "I'm having a little trouble opening this," Nercrum said while handing a 
 bag to the owner.  "It seems to be magically-"
 
    A loud screech filled Nercrum's ears and turned as a large eagle crashed 
 through the slightly opened door.  Nercrum started to draw his longsword as 
 the eagle slashed his neck and shoulder and slammed against the wall behind 
 the counter.
 
    "Do not fight in here!" the shop owner said, pulling out two wands.
 
    Toscon  stood up behind the counter and said, "Right.  We don't need  to 
 disturb your buisness."  The he turned to Nercrum.  "Care to step outside?"
 
    Nercrum dropped the bag and fled out the door.
 
    "I  guess that's a yes."  Toscon jumped over the counter, picked up  the 
 bag and followed.
 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Enter Toscon...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:09:12 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

   [ADMIN: Sorry if this is redundant to any of you out there.   I'm
reposting some articles that I found weren't making it very far.]


    Toscon cautiously approached the inn.  It was a decrepit building in the 
 least  traveled parts of Low City.  A haze of smoke surrounded  the  place.  
 Little  light and almost no sound filtered through the cracks in the  walls 
 and  the  smell  of  old mead and urin rose from  the  ground.   All  other 
 buildings  faced away from the inn, as if they were trying to pretend  that 
 the place didn't exist, or simply avoiding the smell.
 
    This  is  a perfect place to find thieves, Toscon thought  touching  his 
 purse, maybe I can finally get some work.
 
    He  opened  the door, which consisted of three over-used  boards  nailed 
 onto a once sturdy frame.  A fireplace on the left provided the only  light 
 (and a lot of the smoke), casting dark shadows on the apparently  abandoned 
 bar.   A  large  pot was hanging in the fireplace with  some  greyish  mush 
 boiling over.
 
    There  were only two obvious occupants.  One person (human? it was  hard 
 to tell in this light...) lay crumpled in the corner, strong with the scent 
 of  alcohol and holding an empty pitcher.  The other, obviously human,  was 
 sitting  by the fire methodically digging a knife into a book and  ignoring 
 his drink.
 
    Toscon approached the bar, wondering where the barkeep was.  Then he saw 
 him, or at least the top of his head.  "Um, hello?" offered Toscon.
 
    A slightly startled and overweight halfling quickly jumped up onto a box 
 so  that  most of his head stuck over the bar.  "Greetings,"  said  Splunk, 
 "and welcome to the Drift Inn!  May I get yee something to drink?"
 
    Toscon  blinked.  "Actually, I'm more in need of a meal and a  room  for 
 the night."
 
    "Room  we  have  plenty of, and this is a list of the  suppers  we  will 
 eventually have."  Splunk jestured to a wooden plaque with lots of  letters 
 on it.  Toscon couldn't read.
 
    "I'll have some steak and potatoes," Toscon said.  He tought some of the 
 letters looked something like that...
 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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From: gdscott@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] A companion arrives
Date: 15 Sep 1992 07:53:39 -0500
Organization: Kansas State University
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From: dnichols@aurora.engr.latech.edu (Dennis J. Nichols)
To: gdscott@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Subject: Re: [G] Glystens Story
Message-Id: <dnichols.4@engr.latech.edu>
Status: OR

A tall dark starnger enters the pub in a frenzy. He carries a crossbow with 
silver engraved notches (number of kills??) , a peculiar looking staff, a 
bastard sword with gold and silver markings is slung at his side. He looks 
as if he could kill with a touch, and well he could. His face and hair are 
given to elvin features, but his build tends toward a stout human, and has 
beard a dwarf would kill for. He carries the pouch of a mage. He is wearing 
ivory and black leather armour, as well as ivory and black gaunlets and 
boots. he looks as though he has ridden a thousand miles, and almost has. He 
stumbles toward a table with five empty chairs, nods at the man already 
sitting there. He promptly orders a drink, no ordinary human would even care 
to smell much less drink, which hepays for in gold. He nods to the man 
sitting with him, gulps the drink thirstily and slumps to the table as if 
dead. Later he awakens and sips his drink. The only thing he does is study 
the man sitting next to him.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Overheard. (Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot)
Date: 16 Sep 92 00:05:29 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>Zebron mentions to Dusk:
>"... This is Generica.  We're from Qurquin."

_So_, the figure with the crystal amulet thinks, _Generica_is_where_I've_come_
to._I_thought_Zwel'd_send_me_to_Drunion_or_something._This_is_a change.
Qurquin,_huh?_I_wonder_if_he_means_Qurqiren,_if_he_is,_maybe_he_is_the_one_I_
heard_so_much_about.
then, continuing in a quiet mutter, "let's see- Dark Elf: check, Crow:check,
from Qurqiren:check, silver sword:check. What was his name? hmmm... Dusk? no,
that's the bird- he did call it Dusk. I ought to find out."

He walks over to the elf, and sits by him.
"Excuse me, but did I hear you mention Qurqiren? I've been there once or twice.
Personally, I'm from Isalaron, on the other side of that world from Qurqiren.
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ixnaphior, originally a soldier, now a 
freelance warrior. I'm on vacation out here, but I still need a little excite-
ment. Know of any people looking for would-be heroes?"

He waits for the elf's response.
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 8 Sep 1992 19:21:25 EDT
From: JILL <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R] Mistletoe's Intro
 <92252.133337ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> <92252.162815BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>

     Jenever wasn't quite sure what to make of the girl she had just met, and
was still in shock from the impulsive embrace.  It was a rare female who had
anything to do with the scandalous and very impressive woman--and never before
had one shown such delight and amity with her.
     It was obvious even to the barbarian girl that events were not going as
previously expected.  Suddenly more people were involved, and the stakes seemed
to become higher with each new twist.  Jenever did not understand, nor care
about the intrigues of the politicos, but she did know that she did not care
much for the lives the people of Rameshan were *forced?* to lead.  Slavery, in
her mind, was solely for impotent men and jealous women.  This Amaan fellow was
the instigator of the entire adventure, but life itself turned the significance
elsewhere.  Hence, she would do all she was able to release Mistletoe, and any
others like her, perhaps even remaining to aid those she had not yet met--
sowing dissention among the slaves, inciting riots and rebellions, all the
things she was best at.
     While resting in the cozy bath with her favorite animal, Jenever laid out
her ideas to Killian.  He, however, did not approve, and tried to appeal to
what little common-sense she was capable by reminding her of the newfound fame
she had obtained in their brief stay.  Apparently, her obscene clothes, and the
fact that she refused to wear the obligatory veil, not to mention the fact that
she carried weapons--and spoke freely among men, had made her somewhat of a
heroine in the eyes of the women of Rameshan.  The men who had seen her were
fascinated by her body, and thrilled by her brazenness; at the same time they
called her whore, heathen, etc., and cursed her all the more when in their fit
of lust she would look them in the eye and smile wontonly.
     Whether or not she ever understood his reasoning, he convinced her--after
some time--to return to less restrictive lands with him at the conclusion of
the quest.  "There will always be wars to fight, but we only have this time on
earth to enjoy what we can of one another."  That ended all arguments and any
protests she may have made for the rest of the evening...

    *************************************
    *       Jillian/Jenever Emerye      *
    *    34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU    *
    *    I'm just a girl who cain't     *
    *         say no" -Oklahoma         *
    *************************************
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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Yet another new arrival
Keywords: ixnaphior
Date: 15 Sep 92 18:24:17 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

The door to the inn opens, revealing a moderately built man, wearing a plain
leather outfit.  The only notable item he carries is a blue-green crystal 
amulet around his neck.
"dp, ejp appld omyrtrdyomh jrtr?" he mutters.
He walks overe to the bar.
"O'f aolr sm sar."
The bartender stares blankly at him.
"O'F AOLR SM SAR!!!"
Again a blank star, this time with some confusion.
looking at his amulet, he notices that there is a faint red glow. His fiddles
with it for a bit. The glow disappears.
"I'd like an ale. Sorry, this translator amulet is sometimes a pain."
He picks up the drink and pays with a strange, triangular coin. The coin's 
accepted, foreign money passing by quite often.

He glances over the crowd and decides to sit at a relatively secluded table.
He touches the amulet, and an amber glow surrounds him for a moment. The glow
moves over him, spelling out "Hi, everybody."
He then sets to drinking his ale, ad the words slowly fade.
From: gdscott@matt.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [HELP!] could i get a copy of posting rules?
Date: 10 Sep 1992 20:08:12 -0500
Organization: Kansas State University
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 WOuld someone please also send me a copy of the posting rules
at gdscott@matt.ksu.ksu.edu

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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [RE-INTRO]The return of Zebron Twilight
Date: 12 Sep 92 02:44:12 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

The door to the inn opens quickly, and a hooded and cloaked figure enters the
establishment, closing the door behind him.  He removes the hood to reveal 
ebon features highlighted with a mane of silver-white hair.  Yes, by gum it's
another one of those infernal drow, but somehow, this one looks familiar.

Adjusting the cloak, a raven comes out of the concealing folds to resume it's 
normal perch on the dark elf's shoulder.  Running his black hands through his
hair to comb it out of his emerald eyes, he looks around the room, smiling.
His smile soon disappears, replaced with a look of nervousness as he doesn't
immediately recognize anyone.  He begins toying with the earring of a silver
sword he has in one ear.

He pushes the cloak back, off of his shoulders, revealing black and white
striped leather armor, accented by a wide black sash and knee-high black boots.
Two silver longswords hang at his waist, catching the light.

He clears his throat.

"Yes, friends, 'tis I, the Silver Sword of Elistraee, Zebron Twilight.  Dusk
and I have just returned from a harrowing three month quest to find enough 
riches in the far-off realm of the new Jersey in order to remain here at the
inn for some time.  Suffice to say, my task was successful, but I am having
trouble recognizing any of the patrons I knew from before.  I did ask them to
save me a seat...."

ASIDE:
Yes, I'm BACK! It's Zebron, the guy who noticed there were too many dark
cloaked strangers but, strangely, enough corners for everyone.  The first guy
to bring a pet into the inn (again, apologies to those who clean up the inn.)
The first guy.... well, you get the picture.
For all those keeping notes, I'm using my roommate's account as mine has gotten
lost in the budget cuts Rutgers went through this summer, at least until I can
get my own.  So what was formerly jcp@gauss.rutgers.edu is now
jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu.  Also, I'm Jonathan Petersen, not Jeff Greene, but 
that shouldn't matter (last time I tried to change the name on this account,
the "Ones In Charge" (tm) didn't like it one bit, so I'm not going to try it 
again)
And if you _do_ remember me, how 'bouts a response or e-mail as to what I 
missed? Huh? Please? I'll be your best friend....

well met,
jon
From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 14 Sep 92 15:52:43 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

In article <1992Sep14.113513.7396@ccd.harris.com> mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:
>
>
>Some of the Inn's newer patrons stare as a dark-skinned Elf with silver hair
>enters.  
>
>Khisanth, from her table against the wall, waves him over:
>
>"Greetings and well-met, friend Zebron.  It has been long since I've seen you.
>Pray, sit and tell me of your travels!"
>
>After a conversation and a few drinks, Khisanth senses[?] the man called
>Garriot arrive in the common room.  She excuses herself from Zebron, referring
>him to the note on the wall.
>
>She sits down at Garriot's table and says
>
>"I hear you're looking for someone to help with lost memories.  Perhaps I may be
>of some assistance."
>
[Admin, I am assuming this is the proverbial "morning after".]

Kyleen, who had slipped away to her room somewhere around two hours ago,
had entered the room silently.  She recognized the Dark Elf vaguely, but
had refrained from drawing attention to herself.  But at Khisanth's words,
she becomes interested.  Crossing to Garriot's table, she says in Elven
(surprise, surprise), "good morrow, stranger.  Hast thou passed a pleasant
night?  How fares thy wound, does it yet need tending?"
 
>Khisanth
>mba@ccd.harris.com
>-- 
>=============================================================================
>Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
>mba@ccd.harris.com    +        #include <disclaimer.h>

               Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
Oh if people only knew how DULL it was to live in sin!...
(.sig subject to change)
From: rd21+@andrew.cmu.edu (Robert James Daisy)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: For Sale, CHEAP!!!!!
Date: 9 Sep 92 00:45:41 GMT
Organization: Senior, Music, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA

Interested AD & D buffs call or write Steve
(412) 673-8734
503 Naysmith Rd
N. Versailles, PA 15137
From: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu (Todd McCall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: The door opens ...
Date: 10 Sep 92 02:07:44 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu ()
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY
Originator: mccall@gidney.oswego.edu



    The door opens, and a figure walks in dressed in dress uniform of an
unknown army. On his battered helm, is the stylized image of a hawk, in red,
A similar symbol is on the chest of his uniform. As a wind billows his cloak,
a long blade is revealed hanging at his right side, and a smaller blade at
his left. As the door shuts he removes the battered helm, revealing a bandage
(apparently recent) on his head.
   (The removal of the helmet reveals that he is a young man, with jet black
hair, and grey eyes that sweep the room very cautiously).
   He removes his leather gloves as he moves across the room toward the bar,
and then tucks the glove into his belt. He walks up to the bar and leans 
against it tiredly. He turns to the bartender, "Ale,please". Paying for the
ale with a gold coin, he takes the ale and sits and goes to an empty table,
and slumps tiredly into a chair. He sips at the ale, and seems to be trying
hard to fall asleep in it.

 
(Note : Mardan is a new PC, looking for a group/quest or whatever)
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Toscon considers the... food.
Date: 15 Sep 92 22:10:47 GMT
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
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        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Toscon dug at his bowl of gruel.  It tasted like burnt and rusted  iron, 
 but it was filling, and that was more than he had had in a weeks time.   He 
 could  live  on bugs and berries if necessary, but it was never  quite  the 
 same as a hot meal.
 
    He  couldn't help but to stare at Ghurney and Splunk, flirting with  one 
 another  and  occasionally serving a customer the  "Special".   He  briefly 
 found himself wondering if such a combination of creatures could have a sex 
 life to speak of, but that only made the gruel taste worse.
 
    None of the people that came into the bar for the next two hours  showed 
 any  more  sign  of  knowing shady arts than any  of  the  others.   Either 
 everyone  here  had been a thief at some time or another or none  had.   He 
 rather doubted the latter, by the looks of them.  But either way, it wasn't 
 a good sign.
 
    At  two coppers for a meal and a nights stay, he could last maybe  eight 
 more days.  He had to find work somehow, even if it meant going straight.
 
 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 14 Sep 92 16:11:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Sep14.113513.7396@ccd.harris.com>, mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes...

>After a conversation and a few drinks, Khisanth senses[?] the man called
>Garriot arrive in the common room.  She excuses herself from Zebron, referring
>him to the note on the wall.
> 
>She sits down at Garriot's table and says
> 
>"I hear you're looking for someone to help with lost memories.  Perhaps I may be
>of some assistance."


Garriot looks up, his otherwise handsome face hollow-eyed and haunted.  He shows
no surprise at the nature of his companion; whether he is used to dark elves or
simply too preoccupied to notice is not clear.  "Greetings, milady," he says,
"I have not had the honor of your acquaintnace, but if you can help me regain
my identity, you are welcome, indeed..."

Later, in a secluded room of the Inn, Garriot relates his story to Khisanth
(what little there is to relate), thus:

"My name is Garriot...beyond that, I cannot say.  I know that I am fleeing
someone who wishes me ill, and that I have been doing so for some time, but
even those memories are hazy.  The only clear memories I have are of the time
I have spent in this Inn.  I also seem to recall...companions, close companions.
I fear that they have come to ill."  He meets Khisanth's eyes with his own
haunted stare. "Can you help me?"
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Karl, Radan, and Shade pick up coins, and find Hazy.
Date: 14 Sep 92 04:30:32 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

Karl, Radan, and Shade entered the room.  Radan grabbed one of the candles from 
the holder near the door, lit it with a match, a curious little object made of
wood, and a white and red end to it.  The candle lit, and illuminated the room
fairly well.  Coins were scattered across the floor and on the bed, with a
leather bag next to one of the pillows.  Radan walked over, picked up the bag,
which was empty, and started to pick up all the coins all over the floor.
"Radan! don't, it could be a trap!"  Karl hissed. 

"Ok, well, I don't really think any thing could really happen, I mean, you have
that fantastic sword of yours," Radan indicated to Shade, who warily crept into
the room, and over to the window, he could see a ghostly figure off in the
distance, doing loop the loops in the night sky.  "And besides, just *look* at
all this money!  it must belong to someone, and I don't know if it would be
Hazy's.  She might have some money, but she never seems to have *anything*,
much less this bag of coins.  At any rate, I think I should let you know, 
Amaan is at an Inn near by, and will contact us when it suits his pleasure-"

"THAT Figures!  That son of a mother's uncle.  I thought he would say that-"

"A Karl, he didn't say that, I was relayed a message from Tillieflowers, a slave
woman.  She said that Amaan has deemed it impracticle to go back to his home,
and has taken a new name to do so.  The name is Jamin bes-Adhem, a merchant at
an inn, and there is more."  Radan looked at Shade.

Shade looked back and said, "Go ahead and tell him, there is no harm in it any
way."

"Alright, the slave- Tillieflowers- she has informed us that Jamin has three
loaner slaves, Tillie, Ornigan, and Bronwen.  These are loaned out from Juhlavi
bes-Pelmaj, and they are accompaning Amaan to Generica.  The strange part about
it is that Bronwen needs sedated," coins started disappearing into the bag
rpidly, and soon the floor was without coins scattered about the floor.  No one
seemed to check the closet yet, and Radan motioned to the closet and
continued,"Karl, did you check the closet yet?"

"No, I thought you or Shade here did,"

"I didn't, Shade, did you?"  Radan replied.

Shade shook his head, and was resting by the bed, he seemed a little tired and
then returned,"No, I was checkingout the window for Hazy, Karl did she come in
here?  Because by the Old Ones, if she is not, I think she is outside making a
spectacle of herself.  I think I just saw a ghostly figure doing loop-t-loops,
out over the city."

"Now wait a minute no one checked the closet?  I guess I'll have to do it. 
Damn youngsters, don't check everything and making an old timer like me do
it..."  Karl grumbled while walking over. 

ADMIN:Karl this is your cue.  I have said basically everything I
needed/*wanted* to.  HAve fun with this.
From: slg7m@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Azzar {Nestors} Kron's Dream
Date: 15 Sep 92 14:22:28 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

ADMIN:  The previous post, should have the title of this post!

Tanya