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From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Elstree[Temple of Aditi] A Most Peculiar Child
Date: 31 Jul 92 16:37:44 GMT
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
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Delmara woke up the morning after the riots and went to unbar the door.  She
was glad she didn't have any of that fancy stained-glass that some of the
greater temples did.  The noise had died down outside, and she could see a few
members of the Guard about, so she opened the door wide.  Some temples also
gave sanctuary in times of crisis.  Not this near Low City you didn't.  And
that wasn't in Aditi's jurisdiction anyway.  Which might explain why her temple
was so small and ill-frequented.

She went to get breakfast for Elstree.  There was milk this morning, thank the
Lady--whatever else happened in Generica, milk delivery went on as usual.  And
she still had eggs left over, so she didn't need to visit the Bazaar.  She took
the leavings of last night's dinner, and mixed up an omelet.

Elstree emerged from her room, awakened by the smell of the omelets cooking.
She sat at the little table, quiet as always.  The chld was Delmara's best-kept
secret.  In the eight weeks since Aprili had arrived on her doorstep to
deliver her, since the dream in which Aditi had told her what name to call her,
Elstree had grown to the size of a child of eight years.  She had first talked
a month ago, but not to say much--just "'Mara."  Not "Mama"--Elstree never said
that.  Now, she could even say "Delmara", and had said some surprisingly
complex things.  Mostly she stayed quiet, as now.

As if to belie the thought, Elstree spoke up as Delmara dished her half of the
omelet onto her cracked plate.  "Bad things going to happen tonight, Delmara,"
she said in her shrill eight-year-old voice.

"What kind of bad things?" Delmara asked, trying to keep her voice neutral and
disinterested.

"Bad things.  Worse than last night.  Evil things."  She stopped, and Delmara
was about to ask another question, when Elstree's eyes widened, and she said,
"He's here.  Oh, Sweet Lady, he's here."

"Who is?" Delmara asked, but the child had lapsed into silence again.  They ate
the rest of the meal in silence, their minds on their respective problems.

ADMIN: Nightstalker, email me if you want to get the Temple of Aditi involved
in the Invasion thread.  Elstree is a very special child indeed, at least for
the goddess Aditi, and for Alfvaen.  Since Alfvaen's in the invasion thread
now, we could get Elstree involved too...after all, once he finds out that
there's a Temple of Aditi in Generica, that'll be the first place he'll go.
We could have fun...

--
---Alfvaen(a.k.a. Aaron V. Humphrey, Page of Newts)
Canadian Network For Space Research, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
"Don't you point that raygun at me--I might just explode..."  Thomas Dolby
Current Album--Yello:One Second
Current Read--M.J. Engh:Wheel of The Winds
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1992 19:20:36 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Winged Death

   Never could Gragbach remember such an act of thievery, especially by humans!
   Just two weeks before an group of bandits grew so bold as to invade his
lair. What an unhonorable name they called him..."Bolt!".  Just thinking
about it enraged the mighty blue dragon.  He had woken up in time to get
the especially greedy and slow, but the rest had gotten away before
they felt the mighty blue's wrath.
     He had to find his ring.
     It wasn't a great artifact by any means but it was powerful enough that
it shouldn't fall into the wrong hands, especially if those hands are
on a human body.
     It was the ring that the others of his kind feared.  He only hoped that
the person who had it didn't know how to use it.  He knew that they would
figure it out eventually...humans were such curious pests.
     'How I hate humans! I will cook them and eat them slow. They will not
escape.'

     He was scanning the southern most reaches of his territory when he saw
a group of men.  He couldn't tell if there were the same ones that had raided
his lair...all humans looked alike to him.  Even the ones who called
themselves by other names...like "Elf" or "Orc".  They were all the same.
A disease on this planet that grew despite the efforts of his kind to get
rid of them.  The only thing good about them was that they were such good
eating.
     He chanted a spell of his type of magic and found that the ring was
indeed with this group of humans.  He Must attack now before they could
slip through that portal to the Realms.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
     Murell was taking some of the equipment out of the wagon to make it
lighter.  They had to lift it through the portal and the lighter the better.
     "Brycur, where are you putting all the ... *DRAGON!*" the last he
screamed so loud as to make the party fall flat on the ground without
thinking.
     Looking up, they could see the approaching embodiment of Death that
was called "Dragon".  A huge blue one with a wingspan of a hundred yards.
It swooped down and tried to catch Salamander in its claws.  By the time
it got to him, Sal had jumped off.  Unfortunately for the horse, it WAS
grabbed and quickly torn apart by the dragon's fierce talons.
     The dragon circled and prepared for another pass.
     "He'll breath this time.  Scatter!" barked Lathan whose knowledge of
Dragons came from the War of the Lance.
     The Dragon circled and took a deep breath on the way back.  When he was
close to the humans, he let loose his most deadly weapon.
     The ground before the Portal was struck with a bolt of lightening,
sending powerful shockwaves through the air and temporatily deafening all
who were near the point of contact.  All that was touched by the lightening
was instantly vaporized.

ADMIN: Post your reactions... (hee hee hee, I feel evil)
       Thanks for the idea Lathan!  Also for the beginning of this post.

     Love and Peace and BIG Dragons,
             -The Dreamer-
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 19:21:35 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Growing Party

ADMIN: Erik has just released Bakr from a misfired spell that made
       Bakr think that he was a plant.


  Slowly Bakr got aware that he was not a plant.  He stood up and stopped
looking insane, starting to look stupid instead.  "What was that?  I must have
totally screwed up that spell..."
  "It's the instability from the Realms.  You'll get used to it after a
while, but a spell will misfire here or there, unless you tell me or
Erik that you're going to cast first," said Luthor helping Bakr to his
feet.
  Bakr was startled by the sight of the Dragon in the clearing.
  The dragon looked peaceful, and the men behaved normally.  (Shortly he
thought that the monster had control over them but soon he noticed that it was
rather the other way around.)
  Bakr stepped forth from behind his rock and approached the portal.
Murell pointed in his direction and said, "Bakr, did you shoot that arrow at
the dragon?"

  "Arrow?  Er, no.  I can't shoot arrows.  I was, well, uh, hiding.  Luthor
told me that you five would do the fighting, and I'm no match for a dragon,
so..."  He looked embarrassed.

  "The arrow?  That was me."  Another stranger came from behind a rock.  He
wore a leather armor, a green hat, and green-brown trousers, and he had a bow
and a quiver on him as well as a short sword.  "I am Mat Hozolo, ranger from
Vascondy, and I wanted to enter the portal when I saw you and that dragon
fighting.  I thought you could need a little bit of help, so I distracted
him.  Can I join you?  It doesn't matter where we go..."

  "Well met Mat, we are missing a friend and could use all the help we can
get right now," said Murell.
  Murell introduced himself, Sal, Brycur, Luthor, Bakr, and Erik to Mat.


Bakr raised a finger.  "Excuse me, but what happened to Lathan?  Where is
the cart?  I didn't see what happened..."

  Erik jumped in.  "Can we postpone that?  Let's try to heal the wounded and
then leave..."
--------

  Kachin watched them from behind the rocks.  He had refused to accompany Mat
on the grounds that one of the adventurers knew him, and he had no beard to
shave.  So he had given Mat the bow and arrows, and they had changed their
hats and armors.  "Please, take that dragon with you!" he murmured.

  And he thought of the dragon's lair, where he had been with the other
bandits.  Gold...jewels...artifacts...if they only took this dragon, he was
RICH!  RICH!  RICH!  This moron Mat and his ridiculous reward for killing
a dangerous man!  He, Kachin, would be the winner in this deal!

Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage.
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio)
Subject: [inv] Scorpion (waster) joins the Dark Alliance
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 19:01:13 GMT



It was not long ago when he had Kron trapped in the sewers under 
Generica.  He was assured victory and promotion in the eyes
of Great Mother.  Then it happened. Overconfidence and the stupidy
of the Tunnel Crocodiles created an opportunity for Kron to 
escape his bonds.  He ran at Scorpion dodging his energy blasts.
Kron turned to look at the T-crocs behind him and then 
Scorpion was gone.
(that was a summary in my own words)
Scorpion felt a tingling, then saw a whirl of colors in front of 
him.  He closed his eyes, accepting his death but, nothing happened.
When he opened his eyes he was underground but not in the sewers.
A voice boomed out from seemingly nowhere.  "Scorpion, of
the wasters, I have saved you from death.  I have watched you.
You are power hungry,  but Great Mother has kept you under
her control.  Is this correct?"
"Y..e...s...", he mumbled out meekly, dropping to his knees.
"Stand and gain the power of the Darkness.  You will now
become what you dreamed to.
Scorpions mind raced.  "Power, Power!", his mind told him over 
and over.  Scorpion rised to his feet, his knees shaking.
A green beam struck him.  His body was racked by immense pain.
His bones felt like they were breaking, his muscles tore, and his
skin peeled from his body.  The pain didn't let up.
"Aargh!" he yelled.
He looked at his body, expecting to see a stripped skeleton, but
saw something that shocked him.  His skin became a sand color.
One of is hands was a large pincher, the other stayed the same.
He had a large tail behind him.  On the end was a large sword
like point dripping with a black ooze.  
"Aargh!" he yelled again, not only from the pain, but also from 
seeing his new form.
It was him, but it wasn't.  He could move the tail, but he never
had a tail before.  It was all too strange.  He summoned up a bolt
in his hand and threw it into the darkness.  Nothing happened.
The pain continued.
"I can stop the pain, Scorpion, but first you must do something
for me and my Dark Alliance!"
"Anything" replied the powerful new scorpion...

Lathan 
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu






Keywords: 

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From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (WHY??)
Subject: Re: new player "the dreammer #2"
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 16:15:49 GMT

In <1992Jul23.170254.5757@iscsvax.uni.edu> vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu writes:

>ADMIN: I am posting this for Morgan as he currently lacks Usenet access,
>	if you wish to reply to him via e-mail use the address below, if
>	you "r"eply and it gets to me, I'll forward to him.

>		mabr@sweden.hp.com

>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

>	He leans over the bar, gestures for the bartender to come over, then
>	asks in a soft voice :
>	-Where in the name of the Old Ones am I ?


>He casually looks over and says to the stranger in Black,
>"Good morrow friend, My name is Radan, I am also a stranger, here let me buy
>you a drink to quench your thirst.  You look as if you haven't had much rest
>friend.  I am a stranger in this land and I understand from your question you
>are, too.  Sit with my friends and I here, and we'll discuss your apparent
>misfortune.  The name of this town is Generica, and the Inn is the Dragons Inn
>I belive,  I am at your service."

>Rhys, and Killian take looks at this stranger, and ponder what Radan is really
>up to.  Radan quietly takes his place on a barstool, "Come friend sit here, and
>maybe we can discern what has happened to you, that you do not know where you
>are."

Rhys looks at the stranger again, *Old Ones???* he thinks to himself.
	*What could these Old Ones be?*

"Good sir," he asks,"have you been ensorcelled or bewitched that you do
not know where you are.  You seem very confused.  Perhaps there is here a 
story that needs telling?"

Rhys ---- When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back
	  Three from the circle, three from the track"
From: s9100433@win4.vut.EDU.AU (Duncan M Jurisic)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] Helen the Grey Enters
Date: 21 Jul 92 04:30:43 GMT
Organization: Victoria University Of Technology, Melbourne, Australia

ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu writes:



>     Helen walked up to the gnome from behind and began to massage his
>shoulders without warning.  The gnome responded by relaxing and leaning
>back a bit.
>     "I might have an idea or two that could use your talents," she wispered
>in his right ear.

The gnome grins and his ears begin to twitch...
	"Just what exactly did you have in mind?"
His eyes glitter at the thought of adventure...
Patting her hands to let her know he appreciates the massage, the gnome sips
his ale once again...

--
This is my .sig until further notice...
    Mail s9100433@win4.vut.edu.au with any comments, opinions, statements, or
 even facts....
Also known as: Fablox, Snowlock and Duncan .....in many different places...                                     
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: ADMIN: New Villan's Book?
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 17:19:21 GMT

In article <1992Jul29.140803.6377@ulowell.ulowell.edu> bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio) writes:
>
>Since thier is a rich PC life in Generica, how about making the 
>Villians , the local "baddies" if you will, a more interesting
>point.  Make the evil three dimensional and I guarantee better
>threads.  Not to mention this could give the people who are not
>on the current thread a chance to understand who people like
>Queen Shaba, Great Mother, Wasters, Dark Alliance are.  They
>are more than a just a name.
>Anyone else agree?
>
>Just my thoughts
>
>Lathan

      Well, people who have used these villians in their posts (like me :) )
go to great effort to describe them and give them character, and also adhere
to any character traits developed by others previously...

      But that does leave out newbies, somewhat...

      Hmm... anyone interested in doing a 'Villians' section (like Andrew's
character descriptions, only for bad guys instead... the descriptions would
be an amalgamation of all character traits so far displayed...) ?

This post brought to you by ADMIN:

:)

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From: Rannou@info.polymtl.ca (Patrick Rannou)
Subject: Re: [DQ] Helen Hears the Riddle
Organization: Ecole Polytechnique de Montreal, Canada
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 06:36:23 GMT

In article <IeOtfqO00VojQHWEFt@andrew.cmu.edu> John Charles Fiala <jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu> writes:


   Helen sez:
   >     "One of you said that you didn't know what a rook was.  A rook is a
   >castle.  Maybe this first part refers to a secret that a thief stole and
   >wrote in a book.  Then he hid this book in the nook of a castle," she
   >said to a rather odd looking dwarf (SunStorm).

   Delena, drinking a glass of water, butts in.  "Well, actually,
   a rook is a kind of bird, actually.  'A parliment of rooks' referrs
   to their odd tendancy to cover a field with rooks, all of which
   listen to one who 'talks' to them... after which they either all
   leave the field.. or fall upon the speaking rook, killing it before
   they leave.  An odd habit for birds to have, but they do it anyway."

SunStorm:
Now, is it a castle or a bird? Hmpf! Well, no matter... We'll manage...

--
/---------------------------\
| Patrick "Paradak" Rannou. |
| Rannou@info.polymtl.ca    |
\---------------------------/
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [K]TO ALL WHO IS APART OF RADANS GROUP(sorry for claiming ownership)
Date: 30 Jul 92 11:56:41 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

 To all INVOLOVED IN THE [K] THREAD!  I received this from Karl, Iam caught
in middle, Rhys is outside battling for his life, and Waiting for someone to do
something.  This Really isn't to insult anyone, just to give another
perspective.  I am in two different time warp threads, how ever,I really didn't
want to.   I Wanted to just stay with the [K] thread but the [Inv] thread just
wanted to happen.
Personally I cannot really interact that much, so I will will leave it at a
preveous message sent to Rhys.  Rhys, you know what I will do, But when the
time comes I am leaving with Karl, Killian, Helios, Jenever, Shade and Edward.

Radan Tsran
a.k.a.:CONFUSED AND A LITTLE UPSET.timothy

>From:	IN%"djb6@midway.uchicago.EDU"  "Dennis Brennan" 29-JUL-1992 20:55:01.16
>To:	IN%"VAUGHAN8670@iscsvax.uni.edu"
>CC:	
>Subj:	RE: [K] Karl [Inn] addresses his hopeful traveling companions


>Invasion?  What invasion?!  Is this one of D'Antonio's little shenanigans?
>To be blunt, I don't have time to read everything posted to the Inn ..
***Stuff deleted*****
>
>  Currently, we are waiting until Monday (real time) 
>before leaving for Rameshan.  
>bear in mind that we're leaving.  If the Inn has been attacked, do what 
>you must but don't be too confused if Karl doesn't help  Space-time riftsm,
>you see.  The inn Karl's in isn't being attacked.

>Dennis Brennan
From: johnf@apollo.hp.com (John Francis)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Inn] Felix accepts Delena's invitation
Date: 22 Jul 92 01:54:51 GMT
Organization: Hewlett-Packard Corporation, Chelmsford, MA

John Charles Fiala <jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu> writes:
>
>Delena smiles, and walks over to Felix.
>
>"So, care to tour the city with me?  I usually look about cities I move 
>into, and I could use some company, quite likely."

"Certainly!" replies Felix. "I could do with some exercise, and it's getting
pretty quiet in here of late.  I've heard tell of a couple of places in this
town that might be worth a visit - what sort of place did you have in mind?
If you're just sight-seeing the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes warrants a look,
though you would be advised to be keep your wits about you as you stroll along.
Then there are a couple of other taverns I've heard folks talk about, although
with your drinking habits maybe they wouldn't interest you.  Or you might care
to visit The Hanging Gardens of Thrimm - I've heard tell they are intriguing.
I'm not sure if they are open to the public, mind you - care to find out?"

With that he pushes his chair back, stretches, and gets to his feet.  He tosses
a few coins onto the table, checks that his sword is loose in its scabbard, and
strolls over to the door, pausing briefly by the fireplace to stare hard into
the inglenook.  At the door he pauses, and listens briefly.  Then he realises
what he is doing and laughs, shaking his head.  "Old habits die hard, I guess".






-- 
John Francis                                johnf@apollo.hp.com
The world can be divided into two classes :-
 those who divide people into two classes, and those who don't.
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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Two Dreamers?
Date: 23 Jul 92 16:54:05 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

>Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman                     mabr@sweden.hp.com
>a.k.a Morgan deGrey (in the S.C.A)
>a.k.a Morlacad "Shade" ShadowHawk (in L.R.P.G)

     I am "The Dreamer"...accept no imitations ;-).  Seriously though,
don't get the two of us confused.

     Love and Peace and Stolen Nicknames,
               -The Dreamer-
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: ADMIN: Invasion from Temple of Xyvv? 
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 16:33:10 GMT


Elysian looked up at the massive temple he had constructed.  The building
towered over 3 stories into the air, not to mention the tower that was
built to the side.  The tower stood, like a massive tree, scraping the
clouds.  
This is where it would all begin. None of the inhabitants of Generica 
realized the elaborate system of tunnels under the temple.  Or the 
powers that were living just under thier peaceful city.  Black Robed
Wizards and Clerics came from all worlds to come to for this.  It would
happen very soon.  While people of the town slept easily thinking that
the temple was just another group of pious monks, the black robes were
establishing thier plans.  First they lured away several of the best
adventurers by having Great Mother capture a friend of the town.  Now
they had the rest of the great warriors chasing a lost dragon and 
a ruthless Queen in the Realms.  Only a few were left to face them.
With the portal open to Valkeeer, The Dark Contintent, and many other
lands the invasion of Generica could begin with little help from the 
very dangerous coastal guardians. All that remained was for him to come
and give the signal...

ADMIN : I am checking to see if anyone wants to help me with this universal
thread.  It could be very fun having everyone fighting to save the city they
loved.  The wasters and any other villians could help out so we could
get everyone involved.  How about it.  It would be a good follow up to
the mobs and there would be no one overseer other than Nightstalker,
of course.  I will wait for your responses before I continue. 
Keywords: 

Organization: Senior, Math/Computer Science, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA