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From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Enter new character
Date: 9 Oct 92 14:44:06 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>>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." 

>..over at a table near the center of the Inn, Arcadio, now well and truly
>inebriated, looks up from his chat with Aramus and says, "Shay, don't you
>think you should feed your bodyguardsh a little more often!  Sheeesh!  And 
>black is _so_ overdone..."
  magebane quickly got out of his chair, "What!  You dare mock ME.  Don't you
know you poor pathetic INSECT that i can Steal your life away in an intant."
As he said this a blue, dark light (I love oxymorons) starts emanating from his
hands.
  Aramus turns toward magebane, who before this didn't even see him.  "Calm 
down Cerius, can't you see he's drunk out of his mind?"
  "Aramus! What are you doing here?"  Magebane stares in shock at the brightly
clad figure, and the glow fades from his hands.  His face turns calm again.
  "What, no hello for your brother?  Gee Cerius, you've been cramped up in that
tower of yours to long."  he said in a friendly way."
  "Don't call me cerius, i dropped that name long ago"
  "All right, all right, you always were the moody one.  "Arcadio, PW, I'd like
to introduce you to my twin brother Cer...I mean, uh, Magebane, And who is this
Shrouded one your talking about?  is it true she know who...someone ios?
  "Well, if I do find her, it's a distinct possibility."
  "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."
  "Sheesh, I try for a litle drama and you have to spoil it.  You," he said to
the skeletons, go back to the room, but first move this throne over to that 
table"
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  Fencers do it in the   * Don Shaffer
    FLESHE'              * dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
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From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Here's an ASCII map of the Known Lands...
Date: 8 Oct 92 00:04:17 GMT
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Inn gets an unfamiliar visitor
Summary: Squiichar are introduced
Date: 7 Oct 92 11:52:03 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


There is an unusual amount of traffic through the door of the Inn. At the 
very moment, Meshtak and other 'Blade-fighters' are entering, and no-one 
notices the small figures that enter at the same time. Some dwarf causes the 
Inn to cease everything momentarily by asking whether this is the Inn or 
not, but after that the life returns to normal.
But there is one exception: On the bar counter stands three small, elflike 
creatures, who hold squirrels by a leash. There is one squirrel for each of 
them, and on each small squirrel is a saddle.
The creatures start to wave to Littlefair. It takes a moment for him to 
realize these 15 cm. tall men to be potential customers ( as he serves some 
fancy 'gentleman' his water...). He crouches over the small men.
	"Would there be anything to you, my little friends, eh?", he asks 
them, politely enough.
	"We 'ould like to have some nuts for our mounts and some carrotjuice 
for us...", starts one.
	"I'd like applejuice", shouts another.
	"Shut up, you take what we decided!", says the third.
	"So, its three times carrot juice, and a small bowl of nuts, 
please", finishes the first one, as the other two continue their argument 
about who takes what.
	Littlefair looks these three very carefully. They have almost 
identical outfit, as if they were wearing uniforms. The speaker has a small 
golden neclace, and so he can be assumed their leader.
	As Littlefair turns to fetch the order, he hears a small shout.
	"Mister, Could we have some parchament and quill, please."

	Jozma	:-)

    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
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak questions Chip
Date: 14 Oct 92 13:56:02 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>The shadowy figure that is Meshtak looks at Chip, who seems agitated for
>some reason. "Hey, Chip. What's up? What's the problem? What's this about
>'mutated humans?' What do they look like?"
   ADMIN As if you didn't know (you sick little boy :)  )  Oh yes, before I go 
        on, any chance that I can get the guards ack to normal (for humans that
        is.
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Chip' talks to  Indigo   *  Chip'Chirip   Don Shaffer
  (Fish and Chip'        *  blah blah     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
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From: alaric@sti.com (Alaric of Dare)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: Re: who's who list
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.
Distribution: usa
Date: Sat, 17 Oct 1992 01:11:31 GMT

In article <1992Oct16.182226.24654@cheshire.oxy.edu>, wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) writes:
] In article <Bw6tB4.3tv@news.udel.edu> rothwell@ravel.udel.edu (James C. Rothwell) writes:
] >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]
] 
] 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, at present, there are.  And yes, it is.  There is alt.pub.dragons-inn
and the newly-appeared alt.dragons-inn.  Don't blame me, *I* didn't
newgroup either of them.  Were you reading alt.dragons-inn when you saw
this article?  Because I didn't *think* the article was cross-posted...
however, I didn't post it, so I don't know for sure.

-- 
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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: The Book of Halflings
Date: 8 Oct 92 20:35:45 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

>
>"I'll even buy you drinks while we discuss the book.  I've made quite a
>tidy sum as an alchemist near Shannapartisville.  Perhaps with the money
>we make from publication, we could open that 'Beside a Mound' bar
>you wanted."
>
>"Order any drink you like," says Firgun, as his cider arrives.  "and,
>tell me, are you interested in forming the basis for my study on halflings?"

"You asked before if I thought I was a regular Halfling.  To that I would
have to say no.  Most of my people stay at home and smoke their pipes and
cook or farm.  I am not like them, I seek adventure away from the hutches."
he started.

Mary Littlefair came over to take their orders.  E'Karam ordered another
strawberry juice and turned back to the Firgun, "I am also different from
other Halflings in that my moustache seems to have temporarily turned purple
due to a miscast spell.  Asside from that, I am an accomplished scout and
'accessor of the inaccessable' so to speak."

"I am also very interested in the book idea as I seem to be rather low on
funds at the moment," he admitted.

     Love and Peace and Mental Blocks,
              -The Dreamer-
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Another slim, dark stranger...
Date: 12 Oct 92 23:20:42 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY


   Quietly and slowly, the inn door opens to reveal a slim feminine shape
highlighted from outside.  Long white hair frames the haughty face of jet,
trailing down over her shoulders.  The drow stands framed in the doorway
for a moment, apparently taking in all that she sees.  Her features soften
as she walks in and closes the door, apparently the light had discomforted
the elf.  As she walks in, a symbol on her forhead becomes outlined with
some sort of magical aura, as do a pair of matching sigils etched into the
backs of her hands. Quickly, she stops and covers the sigils, the one on
her head with a slim black headband, and the others with dark grey
bandages.  Her only visible weapons are a pair of long daggers nearly
hidden in her long boots.  On her fingers can be seen a pair of rings, one
a dark ring carved in the shape of a spider, the other a silver ring with a
glowing blue stone.  None of the rest of her features or figure can
be distinguished through her dark, heavy cloak.  

  She moves up to the bar and quietly places an order.  The barkeep looks
at her strangly for a moment, but when she holds out her hand, which was
previously empty, and hands him a large, perfect black sapphire, he shrugs
and reaches for the dusty shelf on which sit the drinks that no one
remembers or can pronounce.  From this shelf, he pulls down a small, brown
bottle.  He turns, gets a glass, and uncorks this small bottle.  Then as he
pours the thick, viscous amber liquid into the glass, he adds a large
measure of some white powder.  As he does this, the features of the drow
lady twist, as if afflicted with great anger or nearly overwhelming pain.  
Finally, the barkeep finishes filling the glass and slides it to her, an
expression of almost sympathy on his face.  

   Quickly she downs the drink and hands the glass back to him.  She then
turns with the exaggerated air of one who is nearly drunk and moves to an
unoccupied corner of the room, sets her back to the wall, draws her knees
up to her chin, and begins to cry.

-----
Master Hawk                      "Don't let the Dreamweaver strike..."
666 Hellfire Lane
*** Without other visions of what should be, there is no progress.
*** The only true sin is not standing up for what you believe.
*** Lead...follow...or get out of my way.
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak muses...
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1992 00:08:31 GMT

Meshtak muses over the news of Blade captured in Trawm's arena. "Maybe I'll
go and check that out myself..." he sez. "I wouldn't mind having a word with
Blade, find out who sent him to kill me. It just doesn't sit with me to
have someone out to get me and not know who. I wanna know who this 'Mother'
is that he sez he failed." Meshtak decides to go and question Blade...maybe
after another drink. He orders a pint of Black Demon ale (tm).

Meshtak the Draga

-- 
"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: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK] It seems that is everybody...!?
Date: 16 Oct 92 20:29:35 MDT
Organization: Utah State University


	Jonny Steele grinds his teeth, not liking how he is loosing to the
three new players at Sabacc.  Currently William is leading, although the others
are running a close second.  He was contemplating flipping the cheetswitch,
which rearranged the deck to his advantage, when he took on a distant look. 
The others notice as his eyes glaze over, and he mouths words, as if speaking
to somebody else.  After a moment, he rubbs his temples, and looks back at his 
companions.
	"Well, it seems that this is everybody." He says as he throws his
loosing hand on the deck, hopelessly scattering it amidst the other cards.
	"We can go now..." Looking around, "That is unless there is any others
who would like to join our quest to BlackHawk...?"

	"Lord" Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger Extraordinair

ADMIN:  if anybody elso would like to join, now is a good time, as in my next
post we will be leaving, and it will be rather hard to join up with us once we
leave...   =B)
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From: cam@gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [DQ] On the threshold of the portal ( Second thoughts anyone? )
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 08:37:42 GMT
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
NNTP-Posting-Host: mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au


The five characters stood at the threshold of the portal. Lancos as ever, 
straining to get to the front, 'Raelf standing pensively next to it. 
Shockwave and Valgar a little further back, muttering to each other, and
William standing at the back wondering what he was doing.

'Raelf was here because of his concern for the fabric of space, presumably,
and anyway, what on earth could possibly worry him, even on this Semi- 
whatever it was. Shockwave, well he was here to get his body(?) back of
course. If he didn't find Sunstorm soon they'd both be dead, and thats not
even beginning ot hink about their lifelong friend this dragon. Somehow,
the memory of the dragon, or at least the feeling of the sharp piece of 
pottery in his pocket comforted William, at least he was doing _something_
useful. 

Valgar. William, didn't know much about him, he was a very withdrawn
character, but he didn't seem the sort who was about to stay behind. But
Valgar wasn't half as strange as Lancos. Lancos had got more moody, even
in the two days William had known him. (Two days! It seems like months ;)
And his running of into this tunnel. And that amulet! Even to William's
dulled majical senses there was something very strange about that amulet,
and not just the fact that it made Lancos immpossible to touch, that was
almost commonplace. 'Raelf was also obviously worried about the amulet,
he kept looking at it and fiddling with that case of his, ( familiar
indeed! ). Ho hum.

'I can't stay here now, all those twits are going to go through, _of course_,
and I'm not staying here for anything!', he thought.

Shockwave muttered something to 'Raelf, who nodded sadly. "You're staying
here William.", the sword said bluntly, "This isn't your problem anyway."

"No f%^$#ing way!", came the answer quickly, "I've come this far, and I'll
go the whole bloody way!" Why the hell am I doing this he thought to himself.
I'll never make it back out of here anyway, the cave will be flooded in
half an hour anyway. Why O why does it always happen to _me_?

"I can look after myself", was what he said aloud. Lancos raised his eyes
to the ceiling briefly. 

"Nobody is going to call anybody a coward if they don't want to come.", 
Shockwave was talking now.

William could feel sweat beading on his back. 'Don't leave me here, please
please, please please god don't let them leave me in this place', of course
he wouldn't say it aloud.

"Anybody not want to go through", asked Lancos, though the silence was deadly.
Too deadly, the silence wrapped itself firmly around the group as the five
looked at each other.

"It wouldn't make the slightest difference", said 'Raelf, heavily under his 
breath. "Hang on dudes!", he continued louder . . . 



-- 
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 . .
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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [KQ]Silken on a roll.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1992 13:46:18 GMT

  


     Silken knew now,he knew exactly where to find Kron.
  Now that he knew,he was faced with a personal dilemna.He knew where
his friend was,but was having difficulty restraining wild impulses to
slash and kill kron and drink of his blood...
    He stopped,and calmed himself.His beast was rising again,this time
in a powerful way.It required to be satisfied once more,but Silken
hadn't the time.
    'No,I must get to Kron ...'
    The Beast growled a low growl of anger.
    'Please!I must ....'
    He ran,trying to get to Kron before his beast took control.
 Silken was accutely aware that if the beast got control now,all would
be lost.
   As he ran,an involuntary growl sounded from within his chest.His
teeth grew long,and he started to snarl.But he continued on through Low
City.The Beast demanded it,but Silken denied it.
   He was aware that he was losing control of his own body and his own
mind.
   

  Terl the guard had drawn the Barrens shift again.
  He was cursing his luck,as usual,and avoiding trouble as best as
possible.
  His shift was just over,and he emerged into the more homey streets of
Low City.Then he heard the snarl of rage.
  Whirling around,sword in trembling hand,Terl saw a figure standing
there with glistening fangs,and red silks.
  "NOOOO!" screamed the figure that was Silken now.
  "KROONN!!",He screamed ,and ran past Terl. 
  Terl was stunned for a few seconds.He vaguely recognised this monster.
 Without losing any time,Terl raised his alarm horn and took a deep
breath...


   Sorcerer sat in his study.Floating beside him was a crystal sphere, into
which he was looking with a great deal of interest indeed.He had
discovered that the elf Silken was the method of opening a portal that
the Daemon Lord had used.He cursed Iglyarch for not having dealt with
the elf.Iglyarch was busy now on his master's errands,so Sorceror could
not use the mage.He could not reveal his awesome power by just wiping
the elf out.No he would have to be more subtle.He carefully extended his
fingers and began concentrating on aggravting the elf's new demonic side
until it would have permanent control.Silken could not and would not be
allowed to reveal Sorceror's presence in the city.Great Mother was about
to be hurt.And when she was ...


   Terl led the group of guards who had answred very quickly to his horn
call.
   "Right,lads,the story is that whatever it is,it ran down that
way.Kill it,that's what the sarge said.Now let's go quick sharp afore
somebody gets hurt."


   Silken threw his head back in agony.

  The Pain,the pain...

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

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
From: ...sage
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN : collecting thread reviews (Oct-10 - 16)
Date: 14 Oct 92 08:11:54 GMT
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Great Library of Generica : basement
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au

I'm asking for thread summaries for the week for the 
"this week in review" post
So far I have [KQ], [MI] and mage house
and I'll try and summarize the newcomers too.

Aaron, let me know if you want to update [MI]

Please send reviews to pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au or
sage@maria.wustl.edu by Thu pm (or Fri am for Ozzies and Kiwis)

						...sage
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
 Pete Calvert : Department of Commerce: Adelaide University, S.Aust.
  email : pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au & sage@maria.wustl.edu
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- another page from ...sage -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Jonny Steele... ADMIN: New Thread
Date: 7 Oct 92 14:21:49 MDT
Organization: Utah State University


     As Ixy examines the page, Jonny stands, addressing the guests
of the Dragons Inn, "I'm interested in finding several people who
would like to form an expidition to another, unknown world.  I need
somebody of the magical arts, along with anybody else who feels up
to it.  If you are interested, feel free to come speak with me."

ADMIN:  I would like to begin a new thread.  The Planet of
Blackhawk, along with the realm Jonny has come from, is a new
roleplaying game currently being designed.  I am using it (with
permission) as a base for the thread (if there is interest).
     I would like to limit the travels to Blackhawk, since I do not
have the rights to the other realm (I designed the Blackhawk
portion).
     Blackhawk is a form of entertainment for some extremly
powerful Mages.  They take people from all walks of life, and place
them into the lands of Blackhawk, watching how they survive. 
Nobody knows how old the Mages are (although they are as old as
Blackhawk, which is quite old).
     The lands are extremely vast, and are thought to be completely
contained within the crust of a small moon in an unknown planetary
system.
     The largest part of Blackhawk is the Midlands.  It contains
four city states, along a central river.  Trade between the cities
use a variety of boats, with low sails and oars.  There are also
overland (throughland?) routes.  Everywhere else, is a vast network
of caverns and tunnels created by the Blackhawk Mages.  Inside of
the tunnels are every type of creature and being known to
humankind.  Empires have risen and fallen in these networks,
creating a world ripe for adventure.
     If you would like to join the thread, E-mail me, and I will
send you more information.  I will act as both a character, and the
guiding force (I will also roleplay many NPC's, although others are
also welcome, if they talk with me).

          Brandon Gillespie, (aka Shade Pendragon and Jonny Steele)
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