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From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 15 Sep 92 21:40:59 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

In article <1992Sep15.123352.10192@ccd.harris.com> mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:
>
>"I'm afraid I have not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance, Kyleen"
>
>After introductions have been made, Khisanth pushes her long red hair back from
>her face, revealing delicate features which betray some non-human lineage, but
>which, somehow, don't look elven either..
>
>[Admin: Zebron's the dark elf, not me :) Though Zebron, having some magickal
>abilities, might be able to help, too...Zebron? ]


Kyleen greets Khisanth pleasantly, very careful to speak in common after her
faux pas with the second person she met the previous evening.  Whispering so
that only Khisanth hears, she comments, "our amnesiac friend is not as well
as he might think.  While it is true that he remembers my name correctly, it
is apparent that he has forgotten that it was I who tended to his wounds last
night". 

 
>Khisanth
>
>-- 
>=============================================================================
>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!...
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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 11:35:13 GMT



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."


Khisanth
mba@ccd.harris.com
-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +        #include <disclaimer.h>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [HELP!] could i get a copy of posting rules
From: pickett@kenyon.edu
Date: 15 Sep 92 21:53:22 -0500
Reply-To: pickett@kenyon.edu
Distribution: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Kenyon College
Summary: [Help!]could I get a copy of posting rules

Would someone please send me a copy of the posting rules 

Thanks,
Pickett@kenyon.edu
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [MI] Little Rat gets a Friend (Alfvaen[Inn])
Date: 8 Sep 92 17:33:37 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

Characters featured: Alfvaen, Delmara, William, Little Rat

>Little Rat crawled out from under the table and looked up at Alfvaen. "Thanks,
>mister," she said.  "Now what you want Little Rat to tell you?  I know lots."
>
>"Not here, Rat," he said.  "Let's go someplace a bit more private.  Back to
>the office."  Then he recalled the sculptor's work, and went back to see if
>he'd finished yet...

     Little Rat looked around the room and for the first time, the wonder of
it all struck her.  The people in the inn were dressed in all sorts of styles
and colors.  They were eating and drinking, smiling and laughing.  There was
even a man making shapes out of mud.  For the first time since her brother
died, she smiled and then caught herself.  To smile meant that you were not
watching your back, but if that was so, then this place was full of fools.
     From the kitchen came a hot wave of scented air that caused Rat's
stomach to growl in protest.  She put her head down in shame and studied the
floorboards for a while.  Then a thought hit her.
     "Hey mister," she said pulling on Alfvaen's cloak, "is you a prince or
sumfin'?  I ain't been to a nice place like dis.  Is it a castle or sumfin'?
Hey, what you called?  I is da Little Rat."
     Alfvaen looked down at her and shook her tiny hand in greeting, "Pleased
to meet you.  I am Alfvaen and this is no castle, although Littlefair would
tell you otherwise.  This is the Dragons Inn."
     "Mr. Elfman, I is gonna find somefin' to eat whiles you watchin' the man
playin' in da mud.  I be comin' right back.  I ain't gonna run off."  She said
trying to supress another smile.  The garbage from this place must be really
good.

     Love and Peace and Living on the Edge,
                -The Dreamer-
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1992 14:40:58 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Attension All New Players!

     There seem to be a lot of people here who have just come in to the group
in the last few weeks.  I have a suggestion:  seek each other out.  If you see
a new player come into the inn, approach that person and say "hi".  I know that
there is one guy looking for companions (the guy with the table and 6 [now 5]
empty chairs) and there are a lot of others looking for something to do.
     This will all lead to a new major thread starting up (just what we
needed :-).
     Good Luck.  I would help personally, but all of my characters are involved
for the moment.

     Love and Peace and Greetings,
             -The Dreamer-
From: slg7m@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 15 Sep 92 14:21:01 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <1992Sep14.013729.16125@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>, aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey) writes:
> They were given a few beds for the afternoon and Maleiu carried Kron up to one
> of them, taking off his boots and weapons and tucking him away snugly.  Then he
> went back downstairs to join the others, who had already started wolfing down
> food.  He soon caught up to them, though.
> 
> When they were finished, they all felt better.  "I should go check on Kron,"
> Azzar said, after they had sat feeling replete for a few minutes.  She went
> upstairs to his room...
> 


Azzar quietly opened the door a crack to see how Kron was doing.  Inside,
Kron was thrashng around in what appeared to be a deep sleep.  The bed
clothes were all twisted up and half on the floor.  He was drenched in
sweat, moaning.

She crept closer and put her hand on his head.  He did not appear to be
burning up with fever.  She breathed a small sigh of relief; Kron was
fit for a man of his age, but he probably overdid it, makng him quite
suceptible to illness.

She couldn't quite understand what he was muttering.    When suddenly,
Kron's eyes popped open and he yelled, 

"Cheyenne!
Gods, you're my sister!

Cheyenne, I...NO! Ah! ARH..ARGH-AU-AU-OU-AOUUUUUUU!!!!!!"
Kron suddenly grabbed Azzar, screamed, and fell back to the bed, limp.

She shook him, trying to rouse him, but he appeard to be back in a deep
though troubled sleep.  Was it just a nightmare?  She didn't understand
dealings with the mind too well and she couldn't wake him.  

She exited Kron's room and went back downstairs where the other
KronQuestors were still gathered.

"Kron is sleeping, though he seems to be having nightmares about
Cheyenne.  I tried to wake him, but I couldn't.  There's something about
the way he looks, I don't think this should continue.  I've seen people
with high fevers raving, but this is worse.  ," she reports , worry
in her eyes.

				------------

Lady Azzar of Bloodstone
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: rigler@galileo.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: [KQ] Arvor [FACTORY] Discretionary Tactics...
Organization: IFA
Date: Sun, 6 Sep 1992 21:30:41 GMT

JOYSTIX FACTORY LEVEL 2:

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Arvor (the skull faced bodyguard) and Marcel (the CyberKnight) fence 
around the room.  Finally, Marcel's systems reboot...Arvor, seeing his
chance, disarms Marcel and sends him crashing to the floor with a nasty 
kick to the head.  Before the stunned CyberKnight can recover Arvor 
reverses grip on his Zweihander Blade and raises it for the deathblow --

"NOT SO FAST, SKELETOR!"

Ack! More enemies are pouring down on him!  (All is lost upstairs then.)
Arvor steps back and raises his sword in a defensive posture as three
of the invaders let loose with missile weapons from their vantage on
the stairs.  With his Zweihander sword, he manages to parry aside the 
incoming spear, and the arrow pings harmlessly off his steel jazerain,
but the axe hurled by the woodsman penetrates his breasplate and bites
into his shoulder.  

* T-CHUK! *  "YEEAAAaaarrh!"

Now the battle lust is truly upon him.  He yanks the axe free and realizes 
that the wound, though painful, is not very deep.  He prepares to rush
the staircase, where the invaders have paused in a bottleneck, but then,
through the haze of pain, he hears his name being called by his employer.

"Arvor!  To me!"  Elstrek calls, from the staircase leading down.  "I'm
bailing!"

The skull-faced warrior looks around wildly.  The invaders descend and 
fan out warily.  One of them, a swordsman, darts past him towards the 
large cauldron to help the lizardman.  The CyberKnight has come to his 
senses and is climbing to his feet.  The room is filled with madness which 
can only be the product of Quruuminius's infernal experimentation with 
chemicals.  It would appear that this time, however, the hallucinations 
have turned on him and tied him up with illusory rope.

"No!  Arvor!  Listen!"  Quruuminias's hisses in his velvet voice.  "All 
is lost.  Elstrek is a dead man.  Free me and I will gate us out of here."

Arvor reviews his options and makes his choice.  "Here -- your axe!"
He hurls the axe back at the invaders and bolts for the staircase leading
down.  The Zweihander cuts down 'Toons that move to block his way, leaving
great swaths of decapitated Smurfs.

---
Rigler

Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Attension All New Players!
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1992 21:35:18 GMT

ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer) writes:
:      There seem to be a lot of people here who have just come in to the group
: in the last few weeks.  I have a suggestion:  seek each other out.  If you see
: a new player come into the inn, approach that person and say "hi".  I know that
: there is one guy looking for companions (the guy with the table and 6 [now 5]
: empty chairs) and there are a lot of others looking for something to do.
:      This will all lead to a new major thread starting up (just what we
: needed :-).
:      Good Luck.  I would help personally, but all of my characters are involved
: for the moment.

Has that ever stopped you before, Dreamer?  Just make another half-dozen or so.
Five, does he need?  ;-}

Another note for newcomers, or even oldbies who are coming back after all the
organization work we did this summer...  You may notice the numerous threads,
like [KQ], [DQ], [MI], etc.  There's nothing stopping you from making your
own threads--heck, Glysten has adopted the [G] symbol for his...  I realize
that some of you haven't attached yourselves to each other yet, and are still
wandering around in the Inn, but some of you have plots for yourselves already,
the guy who's lost his memory(I've lost my memory of his name ;-})for one.  It
just makes things a bit more organized.

Not that I'm saying you >have< to be organized or anything...

--
---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"Just a moment before, I thought you had gone--you were lying so still..."
Current Album--Ann Mortifee:Baptism
Current Read--Robert Heinlein:The Past Through Tomorrow
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1992 12:25:59 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L1] Overrun at the stream

     Ssthah pointed out the human trail to his chief tracker.
     "A Human, an Elf, a Dwarf, and a wolf I would sssay.  By the rate they are
travelling, I would guessss that one or more is injured. SSS.  Look there.  A
sssmall piecssse of cloth with blood ssstainsss.  Easssy prey if you asssk me."
The chief tracker stood again saw that his leader was proud of him.  Perhaps
he would get a choice cut of the meat for his "Outssstanding Ssservicsssesss"

---------------------

     Helen couldn't believe how quickly it had all happened.  Firecat had
been watching over the group as they slept by the stream.  Then she was being
shaken awake by Jabu.
     "I hear many creatures coming this way," he wispered, "We must leave
this place quickly."
     She had grabbed for her vital supplies and the next thing she knew, they
were under attack by a horde of lizardmen.  Jabu had tried to cast a spell, but
they threw a net over him before it was finished.  She held them at bay with
her swords for a few minutes, but when one of them got tired, he was replaced.
Unfortunately, Helen had no such reinforcements to rely on.  In the end, she
considered suicide, but decided against it.  Every situation had a way out.
     ...well, that's what she had thought.

     Her and her friends were tied to seperate poles around the campsite.
The lizardmen had worked for hours setting up a huge campfire and although
she couldn't talk Lizardspeak, she knew what they were planning via her
telepathy.  They were celebrating the glory of Shathufashak, God of all
Lizardkin, by having a huge sacrifice/banquet in his honor.
     She tried to move her wrists again, but that was useless.  The lizardmen
didn't care that the ropes were too tight and were cutting off her circulation.
After all, she was only food in their eyes.
     Now, the lizardmen were dancing wildly around the campfire.  Their
combined thought/prayers washed over her in waves of unity.

     "GREAT SHAFUFASHAK, GOD OF OUR PEOPLE
     "WE, YOUR HUMBLE SERVANTS HISS IN YOUR HONOR
     "AND OFFER YOU THE SOULS OF THIS LIVESTOCK
     "IN THANKS FOR A REALLY BITCHING FISH HARVEST
     "NOW LETS PARTY!"

     At this point, they got out the drums and the drummers beat in synch while
the others continued their dance at a furious level.  She tried to block out
the thoughts of her captors, but curousity overcame fear and she listened for
a sign that they were going to begin the slaughter.  From within the mass, she
heard a faint thought:
     "...I hope this works...I hope this works...This is NEVER going to work...
well at least I didn't turn into a bush again...Where the Hell is Luthor...oh
there he is...just relax...I hope this works..."

     'Luthor?' she thought, 'why would a lizardman be thinking about Luthor?'
     She was about to find out.

-------------------------

     Love and Peace and Telepathy,
             -The Dreamer-
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The pubsite drama continues...
Keywords: Continuation of Re: a stranger arrives, or some such.
Date: 9 Sep 92 15:06:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Sep9.003735.1490@oswego.Oswego.EDU>, scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat) writes...
>A knowing look momentarily crosses Kyleen's face.  She continues in Elven,
>her accent more pronounced:
> 
>"I have a feeling that our paths were meant to cross.  If thou art pursued
>unjustly, and needst help, it is my duty to assist thee.  Even should thou 
>try to spare me your trouble, our paths would cross at some further point.
>Better to be there from the beginning, so I am aware of what we are against.
>Worry not for my sake, so long as I do what is necessary, I shall remain un-
>scathed...I think. 
>(Kyleen now switches to common, albeit accented)  But now rest is in order,
>for both of us.  Have you the money to pay for lodging?  This is by far the
>safest place I have come upon in my travels.  A credit, no doubt, to our
>hosts and hostess".  Kyleen acknowledges those she recognizes.


Garriot fumbles in his belt, producing a well-filled belt pouch.  "It would
seem that whatever has stolen my memories at least left me my coin bag," he
says with a half-smile.  Turning aside for a moment, he proceeds to pay the
innkeeper for lodging.  Turning again to Kyleen, he says, "You are perceptive
as well as kind...I fear that I am in sore need of rest.  On the morrow I will
attempt to seek out one who can aid me in recovering my memory...ah!  Perhaps
I can begin tonight."  He produces a scrap of parchment from his pouch, and
borrowing a piece of charcoal from the firepit, proceeds to write the following
message in common, elven, and some unknown script:

                   WANTED: A mage, cleric, or other worker
                   of magicks capable of aiding in the
                   recovery of lost memories.  Respond here.

Garriot stares at the note for a second, puzzled.  "Odd..." he says, "I wasn't
aware that I knew a third language.  Strange that I can't recognize it..."
Again, he shakes his head, as if attempting to clear it.  "Perhaps things will
be clearer in the morning," he says.  Hanging the note in a prominent location
over the bar, he bows to Kyleen.  "I take my leave of you, milady, at least for
tonight.  Good night, and...thank you, Kyleen."  He then half-staggers up the 
stairs to his room, leaning heavily on the railing.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: cam@gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [DQWMI] Maybe this bloody time the sculpture will be finished!
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1992 03:39:31 GMT
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
NNTP-Posting-Host: mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au

Admin: There is a higher power trying to stop me posting thiss but
I'll try to get through before the machine crashes on me !

William absorbed in his work, barely notices the peoplle around him,
or that he has talked to them. He works feverishly on the clay.

Lancos:"Say just what is it your making thhere?"

"I would have thought _that_ was obvious", William answers, but not
so that he'd notice. In fact he seems totally unconcerned that he is
talking to someone.

A shape appears breifly in the clay, then disappears almost immediately
as the clay turns, then reappears again, punctuated by an enitrely

audible gassp from Alfvaen. Then the form becomes more apparent, as that
of a woman. 

Then suddenly it isn't anymore, it turns into a young girl, then another
twist and wings, and scales suddenly appear. A dragon takes shape. Another
twist and the woman appears again. Alfvaen practically faints, the Rat
giggles slightly. Suddenly the dragon appears again, this time the gasp
is heard from Lancos.

The activity of the artist reaches a feverish pitch as the forms 
coalesce, changing everytime he moves the piece in his hand. His hands
move at a ridiculous pace, the silence getting louder and louder . . .

and louder . . . crash.

The sculpture clatters to the table, as William looks mildly suprised,
then slumps sideways off his chair.

Admin: Insert Lancos' and Alfvaen's conversation here. Damnit I shoul
have replied to the post. Ho Hum.

After a short whhile, though, he revives. Looking very groggy and 
disoriented, but a lot more sober.

Admin: Hopefully this won't confuse too many people too much. Sorry it's
so late but first the server died, then I couldn't retreive the post and 
then, well somebody "talked" me in the middle of rewriting it. PLease,
please god let this one get through. (:)

-- 
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au
I can't think of anything witty enough that people 
would really want to see it time after time after . .
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] What Garriot remembers.
Date: 15 Sep 92 22:35:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41


The late afternoon sun shines into the private room to which Garriot and his 
two benefactors have retired through a small window.  Outside, a black bird
perches on a branch and watches the proceedings with apparent interest as
Garriot struggles to recall anything that might help Khisanth, but gives
up and shakes his head in frustration.  "It's no use.  The harder I try
to remember, the hazier things become.  My clear memories extend back only 
to last night, when Kyleen so graciously aided me..."  He inclines his head
towards Kyleen in gratitude.  "Perhaps someone has laid some sort of mind-
spell on me..."  Garriot's voice trails off.  Suddenly, his face becomes remote
and distant, as if he was no longer aware of his surroundings.  "Kale, this 
sort of thing is your specialty...can you pierce the spell?  We have to know 
what Thornn is up to..."  He shakes his head, blinks several times, and says,
"I'm sorry, I must have dozed off for a moment.  What was I saying?"



(P.S. To make these posts easier to keep track of, I'll be including [Ga] in the
topic line from now on...)

                                                        --BEN
From: unixwiz@mcl.ucsb.edu (Silk)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [HELP!] could i get a copy of posting rules?
Date: 10 Sep 92 16:47:41 GMT

A tired old mage sits and cyberspace muttering:

"Go away for 3 (three) months...And they change the posting rules...."

So, could I get a copy of them?

Fizzle
unixwiz@mcl.mcl.ucsb.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Rhoan: [factory] What the...?!!
From: slskq@paradise.enet.dec.com (869883 Leep)
Date: 5 Sep 92 13:58:49 MDT
Reply-To: slskq@cc.usu.edu
Distribution: world
Organization: USU student for life

	Rhoan quickly followed the other questers down the trapdoor as fresh
reinforcements started pooring down from above.  The scene he moved into was 
unlike anything he had ever seen.  Creatures that seemed like drawings or
paintings moved around the room.  In one corner a bunch of strange creatures, 
in miniature since Rhoan guessed that any one could fill the room, where 
fighting some robot.  Among these creatures Rhoan noted a flying lizard fire
some sort of beams, a rhino/dinosaur type thing firing exploding stones, and
a giant stone ape.  Strange, they reminded Rhoan of stories he heard as a 
child.  Back to reality.

	Amongst these strange images, Rhoan noticed something all too real, 
a hulking, skull-faced warrior standing over one of the lost comrades with a
two-handed sword ready to stike a killing blow.  Rhoan instantly went for his
hand-axe,but found it was missing from its place at his side.  There was no 
time to run up on the attacker, so Rhoan threw the only thing he had 
available, his battle-axe.  With a great swing, Rhoan flung the b-axe in 
the direction of the fighter.  It flew through the air, losing momentum and
height rapidly,  but still finding a mark.  Just as the huge warrior was
bringing down his sword, the axe hit the back of his leg.  The angle was
bad and much of the force was gone, but still it was enough to cause the 
skulled warrior to lose his balance and miss the deathblow by a scant finger-
length.  The warrior turned to face this new threat, leaving the unconscous
Marcel on the floor.


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         ########## Rhoan Pathkeeper                       \
         ----------------------------------------------------
         ########## "There can be only one!"               /
        ##########          -Highlander                   /