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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Hendrix: up to no good
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 07:06:53 GMT

Hendrix was born of mother, and she considered him very valuable, for his
small size, high dexterity, and intelligence made him a wonderful manipulator
of the Generica surface world. And now he was on yet another mission, this
one not so manipulative, but fairly easy.
	Hendrix was blessed with very powerful legs, and he jumped from 
building to building with ease. Finally, he stopped at a prearranged ambush
point. A quick check confirmed that he had managed to get ahead of the five
members of the Generican guard and little Mechatack. Mother had actually told
him that anyone would do, but he had picked out these six while watching the
fight against Blade. The five guards were in good shape and would adapt well
to The Change, and the little boy?...well, Hendrix couldn't resist destroying
the life of such a horribly cute little boy, and especially one with the
same name as Meshtak.
	(Incidentally, Hendrix could not for the life of him understand why
Mother had it in for Meshtak so much...she said he was 'unfinished business'
and Hendrix knew better than to argue with her. Yet still, when Hendrix had
seen the draga standing drunkenly against Blade...he had been less than
impressed.)
	"If not for those other meddlers, Blade would have had him for lunch."
said Hendrix under his breath. He examined the vial he held in his small 
clawed hand. The runes on the label read 'Mother's Milk.' Hendrix could almost
feel the power of the white liquid pulsing through the vial. Quickly, for now
he heard hoofbeats approadhing, Hendrix opened the vial and let the liquid
drip onto his claws. He hopped off the building into an alley and waited.

Hendrix the Spawn
-- 
"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
From: IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Somwhere else....
Date: 9 Oct 92 17:18:36 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System


             Somewhere,Sometime, a creature beyond the comprehension of most
mortal beings recieves a distressing message "B.B.B...lade has been d.d.d..
efeated, your ladyship" WHAT!!  Bellowed the creature even as its many
hooked hand came down and crushed the messenger. DO THESE THINGS KNOW WHO
THEY FACE?" Send a group of my loyal minions to Generica" she ordered a
fawning lesser being,"And clean up this mess!" gesturing towards the pulp
on the floor.

ADMIN: This could be a possible continuation of the blade thing.
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From: tim@mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman)
Subject: +obadu [inn]
Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences
X-Path: tim
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 08:22:22 GMT

    +obadu who was a tracker removed from his sack several objects and
 placed each separately on the table before him.  He picked them up one 
 at a time and stared at each as though he were trying to remember from
 whence it had come.  They included:  A pair of short pants (shorts)
 that crinkled at his touch, a dagger made of black glass in a thin 
 sheath, a stick having various colorful feathers attached at the bottom
 and a gourd-rattle at the top, a small bag of pearls on a long thong,
 a folded contraption that unfolded to become a very odd hat, and a 
 strand of thin netting, rolled into a belt complete with shell clasps.
    The changes made evident in +obadu had slowed and then stopped.  But
 certain changes in his anatomy made(for modesty's sake) the shorts a
 necessity; he put these on and they rustled as might paper-thin leaves.
    +obadu who was a tracker awaited something.  But waiting while sleeping
 was the same as waiting while awake, so +obadu took a large, black pearl
 his hand and hesitated....then vanished.....
 .....but there appeared before Littlefair a large, black pearl and all
 in the inn could swear that all in a rush, a grey-skinned man had run
 directly at each of them and then vanished.  Trained eyes saw the 
 grey-skinned humanoid at the top of the stairs leading to the rooms.

--

  Doc  Pan       tim@mik.uky.edu          Tim  Huesman

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From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK] You rang...?
Summary: The reporter's sitting at the table...
Keywords: Marke
Date: 13 Oct 92 18:30:46 GMT
Distribution: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: University of Arizona, Tucson, AZ

Johnny said "I wonder when the reporter's going to arrive?"
	I looked up.  "I'm right here, Steele.  Wrote the story
in on this sympathetic scroll.  I write the story in the field,
it comes out back in the offices.  Saves a hell of a lot of time."
	Johnny looked at me.  "Then what the..." he used a word I
didn't know.  I thought I knew them all.  "...is this?"  He pointed
at the article.
	"It's news."  I said.  "It sells papers.  I got a job to do,
too.  You don't tell people, nobody knows about your quest.  And if
you want people to care, you've got to make them a little scared.
Hey, I'll do my job, you do yours.  Deal me in that game there, if
there isn't any cover charge."
	Johnny shook his head.  I looked him in the eye, "Don't worry
about me.  I can pull my own weight.  We'll have them eating out
of our hand by the time this trip is over.  You'll see.  You'll see."
	One of the spheres rolled back and forth in the breeze from
the opening door...seemed like a new goon came in here almost
every second...and at any second, I thought, Slash would come in,
spoiling for me, with that long-bladed knife still stained from
the last streetwalker he offed.
	Johnny saw the fear in my eyes.  "Okay," he said.  Whatever
that meant.
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade] Indigo cometh
Date: 9 Oct 92 03:05:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.8.21.06.56.1992.25336@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...


>This done, he swims to the surface, and rests his arms on the ledge, supporting
>his torso as his fishy half sways beneath him.
> 
>"Alright you legged creatures, listen up.  A couple of patrons here think it's
>fun to set a blood crazed bladed fiend loose on the ocean floor.  Well, I 
>won't swim for it. No sir-"
> 
>The creature suddenly gets lightheaded, and almost slips back into his tank.
>Fortunately, however, he quickly overcomes wha was bothering him.
> 
>"By the Triton! How do you do it? It took almost every drop of power in me
>to levitate, propell myself, and hold my gills!
> 
>"Oh.  In my rage I forgot to introduce myself.  I am Indigo, son of Markus,
>a mer-warrior who has honed his body and mind into formidable weapons.  Now,
>who is it that hates my people so?"





Arcadio staggers over to the tank and looks at the merman for a minute, then 
says:  "I'm waaaaaay too drunk.  It almost looks like...naaah.  Whawuzzat you
were saying, though?  Blood-crazed fiend on the ocean floor?  Hmmm...soundsh
familiar somehow...(looks at Indigo again)  'scuse me...are you part fish or
have I had too much to drink?"
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From: dnichols@engr.latech.edu (Dennis Nichols)
Subject: [G] Suprise reaction
Organization: Louisiana Tech University
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 21:34:00 GMT

Traveler looks at Galland, whom he just save from death, and snorts his 
disgust. It is not directed at anyone more than himself. He should have been 
on his guard more than that.

" Not only is he poisened, but he is also delerious. "

" I'm sorry but I'm going to have to get away for a while. Roger or Wanderer
watch camp, I'm going to scout around. "

And so Traveler prepares to leave. He gathers his crossbow and notches an 
arrow and heads into the surrounding woods. As soon as he enters the woods
he has the feeling that he is being watched. He heads South, parallel to the 
path they had been following before the attack. He sees nothing for several 
hundred yards. The birds are singing, which is a good sign.

Time flies as he scouts around the camp area. He sees a Buck not far from 
him. It is a modest animal, but it would provide some meat for the group. He 
lets himself go as he falls into the hunt mode. All senses train in on the 
deer. He eases around so he can get a good shot at the deer and suddenly the 
deer isn't there anymore.

Puzzled Traveler scratches his head and would seem to disappear to anyone 
who would happen to be watching. He moves quickly and quietly to where the 
deer had been standing. He sees the tracks of the deer but no sign of where 
it may have gone. He follows the tracks to a stream but still no deer, and 
no explaination of where the deer went. He again has the feeling of being 
watched. He looks around and can't see anything but the normal scenery of 
forest and stream.

He wanders on and circles the camp entirely. At the other side of the trail 
he finds the remains of another camp he assumes to be the Lizardmens camp. 
They were waiting for us. It looks like they had been here for quite a 
while. Had the camped lizardmen been waiting for us, or for any wandering 
group of people. Yet it is strnge that a group of lizardmen would be waiting 
this far from their marshes to ambush a group of people. So may be these 
Lizardmen had been compelled as each member of his group had been compelled. 
Does this mean that there are others out there, perhaps looking for this 
same Medallion?

He goes back to camp pondering his findings. When he gets back to camp he is 
greeted by the posted guard, but he doesn't pay attention to who it was. He 
has a worried look on his face now. He goes straight to his bedroll and sits 
down. He sits there and begins to braid his beard. It is done in the fashion 
of a certain sect of hill dwarves. It is the braid of Death and dying. He 
does not expect to make it out of this adventure with his sanity or his 
life. There are to be many more encounters of the same kind as today, some 
potentially more deadly than the ill equipped one today.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN:  OOPS!!  Need blade stuff......
Date: 15 Oct 92 18:20:30 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

-- 
   Since I am so intent on going to see blade, could someone tell me just
what I am getting myself into??

(I.E.  if anyone has the previous postings about Blade, mail them to me,
please!!)
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R]3.5: The bad guys pick up the trail
Date: 9 Oct 92 08:02:38 GMT


Alvyt surveyed the trussed form before him with open disgust.

"I, high commander of the forces of Ak'lssh, fear for my life if I so
much as say a wrong word, and yet you, a lowly servant, make such a
major failure of duty as this and you are still alive? Why?" he directed
the question to nobody in particular.

"Mmph." said the guard with emotion, through his gag.

"Because I was waiting for you." said the seeing eye behind the group
(when had it appeared?). "I do like to show my servants the price of
failure, it... motivates them, encourages them not to fail me, fail
Ak'lssh! please observe.."

The guard's eyes widened, as the insinuation of his forthcoming death
penetrated his sluggish mind. He squirmed within his bonds, trying
vainly to get up, to run, to flee. The squrming became a shuddering,
then a wild thrashing, and the group knew that no longer were the
movements the guard's own. A scream strained at the gag, muffled,
futile.

The guard imploded.

The violent execution had a mixed effect on the group. Halkathe the
Wemic pawed the flow, nostrils flaring as he smelled spilled blood.
Mouzdin-Zor the mage glared at the display of power with envious lust.
The Shadow Drake, perched on the mage's shoulder, was used to such events.
The point was lost on the massive Umber Hulk.

"I have lost track of their movements" stated Ak'lssh simply. "They must
have wandered into the older complexes. You have your task. You know
the price of failure"

Alvyt would have sneered if he had dared. His master was not all-powerful.
And once HE had the power behind him...

"It will be done, master" he said.

The eye gave no reply, but dissolved with the familiar crackling hiss.

"Let's go. Drake, you're the scout. Drow, keep empathic contact with
him. Halkathe.."

There was a crackling hiss behind him.

"Oh, and obliterate the harem" said Ak'lssh.


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Steven Cavanagh                 |        So many women-
(Cav)                           |
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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Enter new character
Date: 9 Oct 92 16:04:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.9.10.44.05.1992.16103@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes...


>  "ok.  Arcadio, you've been here longer than me, is the Shrouded one around
>here anywhere?  And, uh, Magebane, could you do something about your, friends
>there, i think there making some of the patrons nervous, besides, there tacky 
>looking."


Arcadio looks around blearily.  "Well, she was here a little while ago...I
think she took off her cloak, so she shouldn't be too hard to spot..."
Arcadio starts looking around in the corners (all 20 of them) for the Shrouded
One.
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: alt.pub.dragons-inn & alt.dragons-inn = TWO GROUPS!
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sat, 17 Oct 1992 02:28:59 GMT

In article <1992Oct17.003138.4987@netcom.com> mrhyde@netcom.com (Mr. Hyde) writes:
>First came ... 
>
>>>This is a list of the current characters in Dragon's inn, in alphabetical
>>>order, and some of the information that any alert character could pick up. 
>>>This list is intended to extend the ones submitted by Mike Connor titled
>>>[Character List]
>
>then this follow-up...
>
>>ADMIN:  
>> Am i missing something here? Has anyone heard of any of these people? Are
>>there two Dragon's Inn's, or what? If there are two, is it possible to keep
>>them separate, please? This is extremely confusing... 
>
>YES, there are TWO Dragon's Inn's. The "other" one is quite small and has
>more of a Callahans feel to it. Not everyone may be getting it at their
>sites. For the most part these two groups have remained separate (and 
>should!). But just recently we had two (accidental) postings to the "wrong" 
>group. I have sent mail to those individuals, and hope they correct their
>news/posting software/files. Not that they would not be welcome here in
>our Dragon's Inn, but it would be nice if their posts reached the groups
>they were intended for.
>
>ZENITH, keeper of one of the "other" character lists
>
>  
>
>

 ADMIN: Ah, great. Case closed, then :)

-- Clint (Read my lips: NO NEW BANDWIDTH!)

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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Indigo tries a new approach
Date: 10 Oct 92 16:49:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.9.23.24.12.1992.22418@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...

>"Only a _coward_ would send such a harmful monster to threaten the innocent
>creatures of the ocean when he himself could not vanquish the foe.
> 
>"Maybe I am mistaken.  I am an honorable warrior.  I will let these 'heroes'
>explain themselves, if they can."



Arcadio, still groggy, but throwing off the haze of alcohol with the speed of
long practice, replies:

     "Motherspawn, huh?  So that's what that thing was called!  At any rate,
are you telling me it's currently slogging around the ocean floor beating up
on fish?  I was under the impression that it was just after Meshtak, here..."
He looks around for Meshtak, and shrugs when he doesn't see him.  "Well, he's
around here someplace.  Anyway, it was after the furry fellow with the lovely
singing voice and some page from the Guard.  I was sort of hoping that when it
landed at the bottom of the harbor it would rust, or something like that, and
nobody would have to worry about it anymore.  I freely admit, I didn't take
mermen, flounders, and other denizens of the deep into account--I was sort of 
pressed for time..."
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Enter new character
Date: 8 Oct 92 23:57:13 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


   The normal bustle of the inn is suddenly stopeed when a group of animated
skeletons enter the room.  They quickly put down a padded thrown at the 
nearest table and then form what almost seems an honor guard at the entrance.
As soon as the skeletons stay absolutely still, an imposing figure walks in.
   Wearing a robe of black that coveres his body, he would seem like the
typical wizard if it wasn't for the wicked looking blade sheathed, and 
attached to a belt.  His piercing black eyes seem to look right through 
anyone he stares at and are the only charasmatic features he has.  He wears
no other personal adornment beside a single locket which he has around his neckon a gold chain.
   He storde over to the throne and then said "I am Magebane, the seeker.  I am
here to see if anyone cacn help me on my quest to find...someone, if there is 
anyone who can live throught it.  I was told I could find the Shrouded one 
here, do any of you know where she is? "  He then sat down and the skeletons
surround him in a protective stance, each holding a cold, bluish looking blade.
"barkeep!  Get me something to drink." 
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ADMIN:  to the Shrouded one, I didn't wan't to be put out of your thread, so
here is my new character for it.  to others, Magebane is NOT, I repeat not
evil if any of you can sense, scryu or whatever that characteristic.  
Anyone with mind reading powers will draw a complete blank with magebane here.

PS. Don't you just love necromancers?  :)
*******************************************************************************
Fencers do it in the     *  Don Shaffer
  FLESHE'                *  dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*******************************************************************************
From: gdscott@hurricane.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G]  The fallen rises....
Date: 7 Oct 1992 11:56:56 -0500
Organization: Kansas State University
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: hurricane.ksu.ksu.edu


	Feverish, Glysten opens his eyes, and removes the bolt which STILL lies
in his arm.  Looking around him he freezes...he is surrounded by lizard men.  It
is strange that they mill about.  One stands over him, two stand off to the side,
and one stands with two horses.
	"Be they damed!!" Screams Glysten as he feels a bezerkerage overtake him
he lashes out a kick to the lizardmans head that stands above him [admin: this is
traveler]  rising he draws his sword and shouts "FIRE....burn them all!!" 
	So saying the sword dances madly with its black fire.....fire erupts from
the sword....and once more the darkness of unconciousness overtakes glysten...
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Re: [Humph!] Happy Birthday apdi!
Date: 15 Oct 92 23:55:20 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide
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In article <1992Oct15.004358.3675@gu.uwa.edu.au>, cam@gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon) writes:
> Just a thought that popped into my mind unbidden.
> 
> Isn't it about a year since this wonderous group was started now? Or am
> I getting a little ahead of myself? Anybody have the very, very first
> post and the date thereof. 
> 
> We should definitely have a party when the anniversary comes around,
> perhaps something like . . . . . .

sounds groovy, but yes, Cameron, I'm afraid that time hasn't flown THAT fast.
I make the date of creation as being May 13th 1992, with not all sites being
connected until May 16th (and even then there were a few that hadn't joined in)
HWRNMNBSOL would have the canon answer, but I remember those dates 'coz its
a friend's birthday.

Jeremy : can you stick the date in the FAQ please?

As for the first post, depends on where you are. I posted as soon as the
Inn arrived at my site and sat alone in the Inn for 3 days before the 
mist cleared. The time of posting was May 13 (0:23 GMT).

We'll know we are getting old when we start living in the "good ol' days".

Anyway: lets have a celebration about 7 months from now!

Oh, and while I have the floor. If any discussion for Alt.pub.Haven's-Rest
or similar alternate roleplaying newsgroup lands here, please direct it
elsewhere. Announcements will be made if and when those groups appear, but
pre-formation discussion belongs in rec.games.frp.announce/misc/advoc and
not here.

							...sage
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