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From: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Mardan watches (was Murders or something)
Date: 13 Dec 92 22:07:47 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu ()
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY
Originator: mccall@gidney.oswego.edu

As the other members of the group, try to calm the agitated newcomer down,
Mardan sits back and watches. He says nothing, but he also shows no signs
of tension or agitation, because he is positive he can quickly neutralize
the newcomer if he should become a problem(the bit about the militia is 
a cause of little more concern, but Mardan does not think highly of small
town militias (Farmers playing at soldier is his usual comment on the
subject, should anyone ask)). Mardan, is however most curious about the
gold and gems comment, but for the moment leaves it alone.

When Garriot makes his gesture(the bit with the sword), Mardan becomes a 
little more concerned, and really wonders(silently) why all the uproar
over one battle.

[ADMIN1 : I've been busy so I couldnt respond to some earlier stuff :
 Mardan was _not_ upset by the battle, he's a veteran of 10 years+ of
 war, and doesnt get upset by such things.]

[ADMIN2 : Mardan is watching the sword bit, _very_ closely, and since 
this group is built around helping Garriot, Mardan is prepared to 
prevent him from getting himself killed(out of some misplace sense of
honor in this case) and is capable of blocking the sword telekinetically,
since TK is probably Mardan's best Psychic skill.(Mardan is an 
adamant realist, and doesnt really see the point is such gestures)


-Mardan , Bashar XVI Elite Investigator Corps.


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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Re: [NL] Medor notices Kloote
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 21:06:33 GMT

>   He smiled as best as a lizard can smile and began to crawl up
>Kloote's leg.

  Kloote, who was still talking to Voop-ki the jailer, jerked and wriggled.
  "Aaaa!  Something cold crawls around on me!"  He stood up and shook his leg.
  There was a small bulk inside the trousers...

  He still was eyed by the Rabble curiously, and as he jumped around and
caught their looks, he got really mad.  Some reptile was about to eat him, and
those... those... they GRINNED!  He hopped to the back room, closed the door
behind him, and dropped his trousers.  There it was: a gecko or the like,
clinging to his leg, looking at him.

  He took its tail and ripped the lizard off his leg, lifted his trousers,
went to the window and threw the reptile outside.  With a fierce determination
he closed his belt and returned to the main room.

  "Barman, this place is in an intolerable state.  There are LIZARDS crawling
up patrons' legs!  When did the health police inspect the Dragons Inn last
time?"
  Littlefair frowned.  "The patrons bring all sorts of animals in here.
I can't prevent that.  Wizards need their familiars.  Surely it belonged to
somebody."  He shouted:  "Did anybody bring a lizard in here?"

--
Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist
aka Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage
aka Thomas Kettenring
From: pseudo@nic.gac.edu
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Subject: Saphire: OOOO  a drink.....
Date: 16 Dec 92 18:40:34 GMT

"Thank you kind sir my throat was getting parched and where I come we don't use  
this currency.  I am Saphire Silkson, a Revlis of some ability.  You spoke of  
torture, and it makes me curious.  You see there is nothing a revlis likes less  
than confinement and cruelty.  What manner of place is it that tortured you?"

Saphire Silkson
--
Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants;
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance  
Have you seen yourself retreating?

                        -Ogden Nash
From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Hmmmmm?
Date: 18 Dec 92 13:29:40 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

In <HTByVB1w165w@netlink.cts.com> drbombay@netlink.cts.com (Walter Ladwig) writes:

>What exactly is the dragon's inn pub?

"It depends on what you're drinking," comes a voice from Luthor's
table.  "I recommend the Catamount Amber..."

"You're not working," Luthor cut her off.  "Now upstairs with you..."

(A good barmaid is hard to keep down...)

Cheers!

Serene
--
lfa@dartmouth.edu                      |There's a little bit of dog hair
Stat Consultant - Dartmouth College    |in everything we do.
Chief of Design - JourneyGarb          |
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From: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner)
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Subject: [NL] Medor grows bored
Date: 14 Dec 1992 08:10:08 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
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   Medor sniffs at the tall purple man and sighs.  /More psy to
him than magic.  Ah, well./  He turns around on the table,
looking for something interesting.  Lots of stange people, but
nothing to draw his immediate attention.  He sighs inwardly again
and thinks, /Next?/

   [ADMIN: Once again, Medor is looking for someone to tag along
with.  Email me if you'd like to have a night lizard in your
group.]


Grin

Medor the Night Lizard
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 22:35:01 GMT

In article <92350.130311344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> writes:
>
>"It is nice to meet you, Saph." the red-haired man announces. "My name is
>Lancos Erredan." His gaze shifts to the other man. "And you're ... Lucas,
>right? It's been a while, but it's not hard remembering someone whose name
>so resembles my own." A deep grin crosses his face on these last words.
>
>"As I recall, you were looking for a 'mother'. Did you have any success?"
>Lancos finishes, waiting for a reply from either of his new tablemates.
>
 Lucas nods. "Yes, I found her. Or rather, I was brought to her by some others,
after they kidnapped me from this Inn and took me to their hideout, where they
tortured me for several days for some reason, but eventually must have gotten
tired of my company. It was actually quite nice, since most people tire of my
company within minutes, but they just kept lavishing attention on me. It might
even have been a nice time, except that they were all quite arrogant and rath-
er boring, and insisted on prodding me with hot metal objects..." He sighs.
 "But eventually, they brought me to the Mother, who didn't seem very happy to
see me, but then, nobody ever is, and she tried to absorb me, but couldn't
really, so I was forced to sit within her for days while listening to her group
minds babble endlessly and communing with my overaffectionate Goddess, until
the group of heroes I had been waiting for finally came and rescued me. Act-
ually, they probably didn't care about me at all, but they distracted her long
enough so I could leave, and then the drow fellow and I plane-shifted, but she
was after us by then so the drow sent me back here and led her on..."
 "You'll forgive me. I'm not used to talking so much. I think I've strained
something..." Lucas slumps back and stares morosely at Saphire, wondering how
to approach her best. The usual method of asking the lady if she 'would like
to propagate' almost always elicits a negative response, and a successful cop- 
ulation is of great importance, since she must have been sent by Fecunda in
her anger with Lucas' failings in the area of fertility. He will have to be
very careful, so he tries to plan a strategy...
 
 a) How do I get this woman to propagate with me?
 b) How do I get her to carry the child to term? (for although Fecunda doesn't
    mind casual sex, she would be most pleased by an actual birth...)
 c) Most importantly, how do I get her to talk to me for more than 10 seconds?

 Lucas sighs, in silent mortal agony, and thinks, 'Why me?'
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Farewells, and appointments to be kept.
Date: 14 Dec 92 16:53:39 -0600
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

ADMIN:Some of this post happened when the Real karl was still on the ship and
was able to give directions to Radan, who,in turn, relayed it to most of the
other people in the group.  

Radan had puzzled after meeting with Karl, he didn't seem to be the same person
he had met, what seemed like weeks, but may have been monthes ago.  Hmm, I
wonder what Angus is doing.  Going down to meet in his room, Radan passed many
passangers that were trying frantically to get off this pile of wood that was a
ship, and get on solid ground.  One such family was the family whos daughter he
saved.  He was slightly surprised when the daughter came up, looked deep into
his eyes, and said, "Thank you mister Rad, my Ma and Da said you brought me
back to them.  Thank you."  She gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She
grabed her Ma's hand, who looked to Radan and smiled, "Thank you Radan, you are
a gem amung gems, and our home is always open to one such as yourself.  We live
near merchant's market, just ask for Ry'kriesant residence umong the merchants,
they will tell you."  The husband came up, "Thank you good sir, you have given
Dariana a second chance, my name is Stephan.  My wife's J'san.  We look forward
to when we can repay your gift to us."  He shook hands with Radan, and then
moved on to get off the ship.  Throughout Radan's life, he would always
remember them.

Going down the hallway, he met up with Angus, and Bronwen.  Strange, He wasn't
with her last night, or was he?  Hmmm,"Ho! Angus!  Let us disembark, and we can
find you a proper place to find a way home..."

"Ho Radan, I thank thee, let us go soon, I have become very wary of ships these
days."  Angus chuckled, and a glint of mischeif in his eyes.  He turned to
Bronwen and blushed.  Whispered something, to which she smiled, and then they
joined Radan in his room where he picked up all of his gear, and traveled up to
the top deck,  He saw Karl leave, and He also saw Ornigan and the ships mage
talking indepthly.  Mistletoe was anxiously waiting on the gang plank, and
seemed to be looking distractedly into the crowd.  "hiya!  Tillie! we'll see
you later at Karl's.  He has yet to pay us for going on this retched trip,
although not so retched.  I met you and the others on it.  Otherwise I might
have never known that you existed."  Radan had said, Tillie seemed not to hear,
but replied,"Oh yeah, well, we'll see you later."  Radan and Angus started to
disembark, and then Bronwen said, "I must stay, they are my dearest friends... 
We'll see more of each other I hope"  And gave Angus a knowing glance. 
Radan said,"Angus, please, stay if you will, I gave you the address of Karl, he
will be there, and so will I.  I must go to and attend to something really
quick here.  Take care.  and see you later!"  Radan jumped ship, and started to
head towards the Dragons INN....

ADMIN:  I hope I got the story correct, I will post more later.
Radan Tsran
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 1992 13:03:11 EST
From: Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
 <1992Dec15.003302.3346@cheshire.oxy.edu>

Lancos watches as a bright blue-skinned woman enters the inn. Apparently
there was to be more than one of them in his recent experiences. And that
wasn't the only similarity between her and Alita. She walked with a playful
confidence. Her clothes were loose-fitting but still somewhat revealing. And
she seemed to express interest in any and all males nearby. Lancos couldn't
help but wonder if the two were linked.

>"Hi, folks and my name's Spah and well drinks here are incredibly expensive
>and does anyone wanna buy me one?"

A simple request.

But hadn't SunStorm asking for a helm also been one? And what THAT had led
to -- too much to sum up effectively. Still, he felt the need to aid her.
But another part of his mind mentally sighed, wondering if he'd ever learn.

A smile crossed his face, the first true one since before their hunt for
TrueSilver had begun -- he hoped not. He hoped learning from his mistakes
never included ignoring others' problems that he could easily correct. He
had been drained mentally and physically by the quest, but financially he
could still be considered more than well off.

However, during his thought period, it appeared the situation had been
dealt with. Someone had bought her a drink. An unlikely candidate at that --
clothing more like a priest than anything else, and not looking happy about
having to do what he'd just volunteered for. Overhearing that the man had
been robbed recently, and thus couldn't really pay, was the final straw.

A window of opportunity had been opened, and Lancos decided to use it.
He strode up to the bar, to the needy duo.

He slipped several gold pieces onto the bar. "That's for the drink, and a
meal for each if they wish."

Lancos quickly turns towards the pair, and asks, "Shall we sit down?"

It is agreed upon, and they are soon seated.

"It is nice to meet you, Saph." the red-haired man announces. "My name is
Lancos Erredan." His gaze shifts to the other man. "And you're ... Lucas,
right? It's been a while, but it's not hard remembering someone whose name
so resembles my own." A deep grin crosses his face on these last words.

"As I recall, you were looking for a 'mother'. Did you have any success?"
Lancos finishes, waiting for a reply from either of his new tablemates.

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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Kloote [inn]: Conjuring Experiment
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 00:02:28 GMT

>  Kloote gulped.
>  "But we don't know for sure that it works," he said.  "We have to try it
>out.  I'll make a picture of Crolem here," he pointed at the half-ogre,
>"then he goes outside, I conjure him, and he tears the picture up.  If we are
>right, he should be teleported back outside."
>  Voop-ki opened his mouth, but again Spach was quicker.
>  "Oh no.  Crolem will stay here.  You'll draw me.  Crolem, you'll stick to
>Kloote and keep an eye on him."
>  Kloote's nose went in it's normal posture again, pointing to the ceiling.
>  "If you don't trust me, fine.  But I'll have to do two portraits.  You'll
>tear one, some other person the other one.  Perhaps I was wrong, and anyone
>can do it."

  "Finished."  Kloote held two pieces of paper in his hands.
  "Let me see.  Aha."
  Spach left the inn, Kloote crumbled the paper and threw it to the floor.
  Spach appeared out of nothing where the paper was.
  From the direction of the Rabble, a "Foop?" could be heard, followed by
laughter.  Voop-ki gave them a grim look.  He would not have liked playback
laughing in TV if he had known such a thing.
  Spach suspiciously watched Kloote picking up the paper and repeated,
"No tricks!  Crolem is watching you."
  Kloote frowned and gave his cloak a jerk so that it swung around him.
  Spach was not impressed.  "You don't need to play Offended Primadonna.
I know you.  You played conjuring tricks on me before.  Give me the picture."
  Kloote did so, and Spach unwrapped it.  "Yes, that's it."  She tore it
apart and disappeared.
  "Poof!" shouted the Rabble, "har har har!"
  Kloote turned to Crolem.  "And now I'll tear up the other one."
  "No!  You wait until she's back!"
  "But if she's here, she'll have to go out again!  Why not do it now?  It's
much simpler that way."
  "Huh?"  During the whole talking, Crolem had been barely able to follow,
but now he was completely confused.  "You tear it up when she's here, and
she'll appear."
  "No, she'll not.  Only if she does it herself.  Perhaps.  So I have to do it
when she's outside, and she'll disappear.  Understand?"
  The half-ogre gaped.
  "Aaa-ha!  You don't trust me.  Aaas you like!  Soooo please do it yourself.
Here is the picture.  Tear it up, and Spach will be with us."
  Absent-mindedly, Crolem ripped the piece of paper in two, and in the same
instant he was gone.
  "Poof!" roared the Rabble, "har har har har!"
  Voop-ki the jailer exploded.  "Now I understand nothing!"
  Kloote smiled and showed him two pieces of paper with pictures of Spach.
  "What I gave him was his own picture.  He's back home now, and Spach is too.
You know, I conjured both of them once, when we were in the Mysty Mountains.
We had much fun then.  It's a good thing I kept the pictures."

--
Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist.
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From: jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.)
Subject: [Ga] murderers???
Summary: Mathew begins to calm down, as the group tells their side of the story
Organization: Harris Corporation - ISD
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 17:47:10 GMT


>"Peace, good sir.", Khisanth said, trying to project soothing thoughts.

Mathew strode toward the murderers table. The fair lady put her hand down to
calm the strange looking cat.  Not an action a guilty party would ordinarily
take.

"Peace," Mathew spit out in anger.  "What peace is there when gentle farmers
are murdered"

>"You must be from the village..... I think that perhaps you should hear all of
>the story as we know it, and perhaps you may be able to help us puzzle out this
>mystery."

"I will hear what you have to say, but don't try anything funny.  The local
militia is on its way." Mathew said in a calmer voice.  He wiped the mist
from his eyes.

>She pulls a chair from a nearby table, and beckons him to take a seat.  She
>offers him food and drink from the breakfast table.

Mathew declined the seat and offer of breakfast. 

>"Death of the innocent grieves us as well, even more so because it was our
>doing, unwittingly."

>Sadly, she relates the story of the ambush, how they were attacked and how they
>discovered that the men had been brainwashed...

Mathew listens intently, while maintaining a careful watch on the movements
of the others.  So far, the fair ladies story had the ring of truth to it.
Beside there was something soothing about this woman.  The way she made eye
contact when she spoke, re-assured Mathew that at least this one -did- feel the
grievous loss of the villagers.

>Garriot becomes very distraught during the telling, and excuses himself from
>table. 

"Hold sir, I think it would be wise if I hear everyone version of the story.
Lest there be some detail missing"

>At the conclusion of her telling, Khisanth asks Mathew for what information he
>knows.  

"Before I tell you what I know of the murd...  unfortunate incident.  I would
like to see if anyone else has something else to add?"

Mathew scanned the group awaiting a response.
--
Joe Carl Jr.               "It ain't what a man don't know that makes him a
jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com   fool, but what he does know that ain't so."
                                                           -- Josh Billings
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Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 1992 12:41:00 EST
From: Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
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Subject: ADMIN: Adios [DQ]

[ADMIN:
I can only assume that my recent post entitled "[DQ] A Soul at Peace" got
on last night, but _I'VE_ seen it, so here goes...

Anyway, that post essentially ends the [DQ], at least as far as I'm
concerned.

I don't mind -- and in fact ENCOURAGE -- use of it in discussion like the
recent [DQ][L] crossover. But really, the characters involved in it are
likely moving on to other threads/activities, so the [DQ] abbreviation
can basically be retired.

On a more positive note, I might repost the DQ adventures on rec.games.
frp.archives. I'd appreciate comments about whether I should or not -- I
won't do it until school restarts in January, so you've got some time. Most
likely, if I don't get too many "complaints", it'll show up.

And finally, thanks must go out to: <in alphabetical order>

Andrea Evans, for her poems and what would have been constant input if not
  for one problem partway through. I'd bet all of a.p.d-i is glad Kadrys is
  still around!

Cameron Neylon. Both he and his character of William were largely unexpected
  pick-ups that surely proved their immeasurable value in the quest.

Patrick Rannou. Sure, he hasn't been heard from in months, be he IS the one
  that started this thing; that allowed me to work with a group like this.
  He deserves a good portion of credit for that, and his early work.

Ray Rich, for his sparse but greatfully accepted contributions for Valgar.

Stephen Hutchinson, who thankfully stuck through this whole thing with me,
  but didn't want to "lead" even though he might have done better at it.
  All the above deserve much accolade, but I must admit that without Stephen,
  the DQ would've probably folded.

Those who made the brief-but-welcome crossovers: The Dreamer, Thomas
  Kettering, Aaron Humphrey. Now that we're "back", I hope for continued
  collaberation with these and other members of a.p.d-i.

Whomever read any of the DQ. Especially those who commented on it -- I always
  appreciate feedback. I appreciate those who even SCANNED our work.

----
Anyway, I've had my say, no more "babbling" is needed...

Michael Sander
344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu
From: jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] False Accusations
Date: 14 Dec 92 17:55:38 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

jcarl@jabba.ess.harris.com (Joe Carl Jr.) writes:

>>Garriot bows his head and awaits Mathew's decision.

>Mathew looked dumbly at the sword and then back at the man.  This was not
>justice.  Mathew look to the rest of the group to see if there was any
>dissent.  His mouth opened an closed a couple of times, but no words came out.
>"Now what do I do? I just falsly accused these fine people of murder," he
>thought.  He looked back to the man again he stammered.

"That's right lad," said the moon elf in a slow, steady tone, "Life isn't all
a question of black and white."

Zebron smiled slightly at his little joke.

"You came looking for the people who committed an evil crime and instead found
weary travellers who have been tricked and duped into an act they truly 
regret while on a noble mission.  You want to take an action, but know not 
what the honorable thing to do is."

Zebron, the 'moon elf' rose from the table and extended his arm in friendhip
towards the lad.  "I'm sure I speak for the rest of my friends when I say
that if you still thirst for justice, you are more than welcome to join us."

"But we really must be going.  Any delay we have is too long."

Zebron heads at a steady pace towards the stables, hoping to leave the town
before the local law arrives.

Dusk caws twice, then flaps his wings to fly from the table and perch on 
Zebron's shoulders.

-jak
jcp@trident.usacs.rutgers.edu
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