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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 11 Nov 92 06:20:14 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:

[Watch, as Jak attempts to iron out a sticky combat situation]

[Khisanth has just cast strange magics at the ambushers, leaving her weak,
nauseous, and seeing double.  Khisanth thinks she sees:

>>Kyleen has started tending to Garriot's wound, and Khisanth runs toward her 
>>stunned mate to pull him out of the way.
>> 
>>Zebron has since joined the fray, as have Brent, Mardan, Philippe, and Simon 
>>After tending to her mate, Khisanth steps off into the woods, and those
>>close by hear retching sounds.

[but really sees a lone figure aiding Garriot, and the others joining battle.
What really happens is as follows:]

Zebron looks at Kyleen, and sees the elf in a new light.  Her eyes have glazed
over in a battle lust, showing a ferocity the drow has not seen in a long time.
Kyleen draws her bow and takes a bead on the first brigand.

Zebron leaps off his new steed, Onyx, and rushes to the fallen Garriot.  The
dark elf knew that his friend had been poisoned, and forced a vial of some 
sickly brown liquid down his ally's throat.  The drow had no access to spells
of healing, but had more than enough experience with poisoned blades that he
was prepared.

One of the bandits lunged at Zebron, and the drow felt fire course through his
arm.  However, the poison is quickly burnt out of his system, thanks to a 
mage the dark elf met on another world that sold him a charm against toxins.
The drow stood and turned to see two of his foes facing him, standing mouths 
agape in disbelief that the elf had not been affected by the deadly serum.

Realizing that, quick as he was, the elf could probably not draw both swords 
without opening himself up to attack, the drow simply raised his arms in mock
surrender, using the movement to spread his cloak, allowing Garriot to recover.

>Garriot staggers to his feet, draws his sword, and leaps into the battle. 
>Despite his wound, it is clear that he is an extremely skilled fighter,
>and two of the would-be assassins are forced to fall back before his
>onslaught.
>They are so intent on avoiding his blows that they fail to see Brent behind 
>them...

Not that their sightless eyes could, as the both of them fell forwards, arrows
protruding from their backs.  The assembly of friends looked up to see that
all of the foes that Khisanth had not taken care of had fallen to Kyleen's 
arrows.

Zebron looked at the corpses, as Dusk, now that the battle was over, flew in
lazy circles as he descended to Zebron's shoulder.  The drow looked at the
arrows, and how they all hit vital areas.  Any one was a kill...and each
corpse had four or five arrows in it.  The dark elf looked up at Kyleen and
smiled weakly, not knowing what to make of this new development.

-jak
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Moria:  Mounts and free breakfast.
Date: 11 Nov 92 21:05:22 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.11.16.56.14.1992.3508@dorm.rutgers.edu>,
           jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
>>##Wake up Kotaro.  It's almost time to go.##
> 
> ##Only because you asked _so_ nicely, Lady Runecaster.##

##Those of us who are great must make such sacrifices!!##
 
> Indigo opened his eyes, and surfaced.  He turned to the armored individual
> seated across from his tank, and called out to him, rousing him from his nap.
> 
> The merman then floated out of his tank, taking with him his net full of shells
> and his trident.  Indigo concentrated, and the entire tank shrank, slowly, to
> the size of a tiny cube, which the merman placed in one of the shells in his 
> net.  Slinging the net over one shoulder, and holding his trident, Indigo
> swims through the air to Moria's and Ixnaphior's new table.

   Moria looks at Indigo with a slight frown, "I told you that you didn't
have to do that, Indigo.  I can easily contrive transportation for your
tank so that you don't have to use so much energy to keep up with us.  I
think that Ixy here is going to come along for the fun, also.  Our little
band of intrepid adventurers gets larger and larger as time passes.  If
this continues, our little warrior friend will have an entire army of Big
Ones to regain his queen."  She chuckles a bit here, and shakes her head.
"Oh well..."

   "So, is everyone ready for breakfast?  I am buying!  Oh, and Indigo, get
back in that tank.  Save your energy for a time when stealth is important,
now, we needs must move quickly and the mounts that I will provide are
relatively tireless.  That is, unless someone else has a mount of their
own?  Obviously there would be no need to concern myself with a mount for
that person, otherwise, you ride.  I will get the mounts while you eat if
there are no objections."

   She looks around the table...
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Max - Calm down, it's gonna be okay (gasp)
Date: 6 Nov 92 01:16:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <tkelly.720960895@unix2.tcd.ie>, tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir) writes...
> 
>   Before anybody else could do anything, the CyberWarrior had blasted a
>hole in the side of the bubble. It shrivelled to nothing, he landed on
>his feet, and put the weapon away.
>  
>   "All I want, before this lunacy continues," he said evenly with
>suppressed anger, "is to know what the Bannen is going on."
> 
>   He waited for an answer.




Arcadio, somewhat perturbed at this easy disruption of his bubble (one
of his best spells), nonetheless managed to make a smooth recovery.  
"Aaah, that's better," he said, "Now, to recapitulate the events of the
past few days:  some entity or entities, probably from another dimension
and certainly of great malevolence, have recently been unleashing all sorts
of nasty types on our fair Generica.  The first that I know of was an
antisocial chap by the name of Blade, who wreaked havoc, committed mayhem, 
and generally acted in a very unfriendly manner.  He has, for the moment,
been dealt with--I think.  More recently, someone has been bouncing about
hither and yon transforming our stalwart city guardsmen into large, menacing
creatures of the sort you just encountered--against their will, no less.
Naturally, as heroic seekers after fame and glory, we could do no less than
to attempt restoration of these poor unfortunates and bring the malefactor
to justice.  Which brings us to where we are now.  Umm...what _was_ that 
spell you used to disrupt my bubble, by the by?"
From: rrb3919@venus.tamu.edu (BARRON, RANDY R)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] ShadowHawk's annoyed.
Date: 7 Nov 92 23:33:00 GMT
Organization: Texas A&M University, Academic Computing Services
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1992Nov7.203934.23103@oswego.Oswego.EDU>, 
	mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall) writes...
>Suddenly ShadowHawk becomes as insubstantial as night itself, and without
>word or warning he simply walks through the guards who are in his way. As 
>he does his voice deep, yet quiet can be heard by the rest of the group :
>"These guards may or may not be hear as a result of the creature's 
>manipulation, but I will not waste the time to find that out, I continue
>the hunt and no mundane interference such as guards will stop me."

	Seeing the most recent arrival take off, Ell decides to 
follow him to make sure he isn't overpowered by the foes he is 
hunting.  Flying several meters over his head, the sparrow once
more becomes the eagle as he struggles to stay with the swiftly 
moving form og the black newcomer.  Concentrating on keeping up
with ShadowHawk, Ell doesn't notice a golden light start to 
surround him until, with a puff of displaced hair, both the hawk
and the glow disappear...

	[ADMIN]  Unfortunately, due to the fact that I found a friend
who's running a new game at Ell's level, he had to leave (I don't like 
the history of the few characters I keep being ruined by being in two
places at once.)  I'm truly sorry for leaving like this, but as soon
as I find a suitable (lower-powered) character, I shall be back on the 
Pub.  You might try skeedaddling while the guards are distracted by
ShadowHawk's leaving....

	MASKE 				Good day, all...
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mreinker@nyx.cs.du.edu (Matt Reinker)
Subject: [Blade}] Gortok hears a scream
X-Disclaimer: Nyx is a public access Unix system run by the University
	of Denver for the Denver community.  The University has neither
	control over nor responsibility for the opinions of users.
Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix at U. of Denver Math/CS dept.
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 92 17:52:53 GMT
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Redlin:  Hello Kirkil
Date: 10 Nov 92 08:45:12 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <jpesonen.110@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> Kirkil is upset. Again someone has got him out of guard. This is a strange 
> place...
> 	"Well, off coursee. The spelle was me, so comme heer, you stiffed 
> one. You are to bee on this adeventure, but we otheres must heer, two!"
> The strange fellow from the center table moves his earthly being into 
> Kirkils table, as Kirkil is waiting Zacharias and Mel to answer his humble 
> question...

   The strange fellow stands up and walks over to Kirkil's table, fiddling
with the strange little box on his wrist.  "Hi.  Name's Redlin.  What's the
scoop?"
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to opposed its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal/[L] Admin
Date: 6 Nov 92 18:31:08 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

[ADMIN] - sorry, world, I got the stories named non-aplhabetically...
they should obviously go

Wandering
Over the Cliff
Miracles
Naming

Silly me

 - and thanks to Luthor and Nightstalker.
--
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: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: [blade] Sir Tyrone vs. Coyote (Round Two)
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 01:58:59 GMT

     Sir Tyrone swung his sword in an overhead arc, the mighty blade seeking
     to cleave Coyote's skull....

     Coyote dived out of the way to the right, his silver claws gouging tracks
     through the armor on Tyrone's chest but doing no damage.  He lept again,
     hoping to tear out the Wererabbit's throat....

     Tyrone's powerful legs propelled him over the leaping Werewolf.  Turning 
     quickly, he slashed at Coyote's back....

     Coyote ducked underneath the glowing sword and jumped out of the blade's 
     reach.

		 
The two were too evenly matched.  Circling warily, they each scrutinized the
other, looking for an opening.

*******************************************************************************

Elsewhere, Meshtak the Draga fled from a group of decieved Guardsmen, and took
a crossbow bolt in the shoulder whiles doing so.  The scabbard of the Great 
Sword of Rabbitkind that Meshtak was carrying seemed to glow faintly for a 
moment.

*******************************************************************************

     The Great Sword of Rabbitkind's aura intensified for a second, and Tyrone 
felt a sudden twinge in his shoulder.  "What the..."  
     Coyote lept as he saw the opening he'd been waiting for.  He tackled the
distracted Wererabbit and brought them down together into a heap.  The Great
Sword was knocked from Tyrone's hands, and fell to the street.  Pressing his 
advantage, the pseudo-Werewolf wrenched open Tyrone's breastplate and tried to
remove his heart....
     Tyrone kicked with his Lycanthroy-enhanced legs and sent Coyote flying.
Struggling to his feet, Tyrone felt the burning sensation in his chest that
spoke of wounds caused by silver.  The cuts were superficial, but the pain 
remained intense.  Reaching his sword, Tyrone was barely able to raise the 
weapon as Coyote recovered and lept again.
-- 
*******************************************************************************
Jon Gad                              *      "Wrath of God.  Ha.  Its the 
jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu            *       Wrath of GAD that you should
				     *       worry about..."   Me
From: dunning@chainsaw.ecn.purdue.edu (GALACTIC COMMANDER)
Subject: [Nightmare] The journey of a thousand steps.....
Organization: Purdue University Engineering Computer Network
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 02:31:16 GMT

/*  Sorry for taking so long in the response - personal stuff and all  */

Shendar was beginning to feel more comfortable with these stranges now that
names had been exchanged and the debt of honor paid.  In fact she was
beginning to feel the bile rise from her stomach as the past events began
to take shape.  First she was ripped from her holy cleansing, then thrust
into this strange location, after regaining herself she was attacked by
creatures without life - something abhored by her beliefs.  If she didn't
do something quick she would explode.

"AGGGHHHHH!  I can't take this anymore!  First I get ripped apart and
placed in these strange lands, then I get attacked by creatures with no
life.  I swear by the eternal flame that I will not stand by and float
through these lands.  I take again take charge of my life now!", she
yelled into the darkness surrounding her.

She raised both hands into the air and a pillar of flame began to swirl
about her body.  Louder and loader it roared until the noise was almost
deafening.  Finally the flames shot upward and formed the shape of a 
large humanoid.

"Show me the being that created these horrors."

The column parted and revealed a gaunt human with pale skin sitting on a
throne surrounded by several women.  He had a steel crown atop his head
and a dark cloak about his body.

"Now show me the direction to this man."

The column now revealed a large mountain range and pointed towards the
west where the mountains could barely be revealed.

"Now under the pact attend me with a mount that I may journey towards
these mountains and combat this man."

The flame spiraled downward and reformed itself into the shape of a horse.
A coal black stallion with red stockings appeared and could be mistaken
for any horse; except for the deep red eyes.

She then turned to her new friends and tried her best to inlist their aid
in her determination to stop this man.

"We have all seen what this man can do.  He commands the unlife to attack
innocent people in the streets.  You have saved my life and now I ask you
to risk it again.  Journey with me to these mountains and stop this man.
I beg of you to set aside any commitments you have as I am in need of
friends at my back."

Shendar Mistress of the Flame

--
-----------------------------\_/-----------------------------
   Elwood H Dunning III       |  CASE:  Proof that even the
                              |   smartest people can write
    GALACTIC COMMANDER        |   themselves out of a job.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Revenge and more good mornings
Date: 12 Nov 92 02:07:19 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
>   Moria had released him when he started talking, and at the conclusion of
>his little speech, she bowed her head in shame and started chewing on her
>lower lip, rather like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie
>jar.  She looked up after a moment and said, "I am sorry, Ixy.  It's just
>that you had me worried, and when I get worried, and there is a reason, I
>usually end up getting angry also.  If you wish, I will leave these men
>be." 

"DO not feel bad, Moria. I'm sure you meant well with the gesture. I'm sorry
if my words sounded harsh. I had no intension of hurting you.
"In fact, I am deeply touched that you would put yourself at risk against
unkown opponents to help me. It is always good to know that your friends
will help you should you need their aid." Ixy takes another bite of his food
and another sip of wine. "But that's enough talk of that incident. Let's call
it a closed matter."

-- 
This is a test of the .signature 
If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here.
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] AMACHIAK: Kotaro's entrance...
Date: 9 Nov 92 09:58:53 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Nov8.215545.3792@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>In article <silk.721028484@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes:

>> "Allow me to join you in your quest.  I don't ask for money or gold or
>> magic, but the honor of serving a righteous cause."
>> 
>> "I vow to stay with you as long as I am able, this I swear, by my honor.
>   
>   Moria looked rather surprised to hear this new voice from behind her
>that she had not expected.  Her first reaction was too strengthen her
>personal shields and throw this person through the roof, but just as
>quickly, she realized that she barely had the strength to stand, let alone
>defend herself, and she did not wish to cause more damage to Littlefair's
>fine Inn.  By his second sentence she knew that he meant no harm and
>gestured him to a seat.
>   "I beleive that joining this quest is up to this valient little warrior,
>here..."

	Amachiak hears Moria's last words and turns abruptly from Indigo.
	"Why, of course he can join. At last, my quest for help seems to be 
successful, and I'm pleased."
	The small furry creature at the side of the small man starts 
chittering.
	"And Chick-Cha here is please too for your help and protection."
	Amachiak hugs the squirrel and chitters back to it.
	"The journey is long and difficult. The trip here took us five days 
and we came through the forrest and plain, staight from the marches. The 
road will make the trip a bit longer, but we should be able to make it in a 
few days, say four or five, depending on your steeds.
	"You have horses, I gather? "

	Amachiak, the leader of the Squiichar
    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: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Market square revisited...
Date: 9 Nov 92 13:44:01 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Another day is breaking. The market square is silent. 
Almost...

From a red and white striped tent comes a sound: a faint scratching sound, 
which is getting louder and louder. 

Scratch...  scratch...  scratch...

The rats and mice which are feasting on the garbage left yesterday on the 
square are darting aimlessly around.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

The sound seems to annoy them a lot. They begin to get away from the square, 
running faster and faster.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

Suddenly it stops. Silence, this time interrupted only by the first screams 
of the earliest seagulls. Nothing seems to be wrong.
Then another sound is heard. Faint, flapping sound, coming from the south. 
It gets louder too, but stays quite quiet. 
Three figures appear over the rooftops: large lizardlike creatures on wings. 
They have riders on their backs, each of which are clad in red and white 
gown.The creatures land, and at the same time five red and white monks come 
out of the tent. Three of them take hold of the winged tailless lizards 
while their riders step down from their steeds. Greetings are changed and 
the flying beasts are released from their burden: three large sacks, which 
are hurried into the tent.
One rider climbs on his steed and takes off with all three of them.
The sound disappears.
And no-one saw nothing. Except one small pair of keen eyes, which had been 
following the situation long before it even started.
The square is silent again.

The first rays of the sun are beginning to warm the tent and the surrounding 
houses, as the sun rises over the rooftops. The first vendors and peddlers 
are gathering on the square to claim their places.
It's the beginning of a normal day in the market square...

	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: ...sage@basement.library.generica.nexus
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: This Week in Review (Nov-1 - 6)
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 9 Nov 1992 00:57:52 GMT
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
Distribution: world
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au
Keywords: archives

ADMIN:
The only thread I'm writing myself is the one I'm in : [KQ]
If others want their threads included, please email the review to me
by Thursday pm (or Friday morning for Ozzies and Kiwis).
I am also not going to follow newcomers forever, so if in week (or 2), 
they haven't joined a thread and want others to know what they are doing,
please email me the details.
--- If the lack of submissions continues, this service will be discontinued.
There's no real point in reviewing just the newcomers and one thread ---


			  This Week in Review
				-=-=-=-=-
                   Dragon's Inn and Newcomers Review:
			     	-=-=-=-=-
The Zrilin are introduced by Tim Huesman, not the sort you'd
want moving into the neighbourhood.
				-=-=-=-=-
Jason and Kimberly enter the Inn accompanied by Jeremy and Jenna.
Kimberly doesn't seem too impressed with the surroundings.

Zacharia enters and orders some of Littlefair's finest wine.
Obviously a noble, and rich, the rabble take an interest in this
possible source of free beverages.

 
				-=-=-=-=-
			 submitted reviews to follow
				-=-=-=-=-
*********************************************************************
no other thread reviews submitted
*********************************************************************
[KQ] from ...sage's scribblings

Kron makes his choice to join Cheyenne, much to the chagrin of the
rest of the KQers. He steps off into space when -
- Iglyarch, Quruuminias, and ...sage appear on the other side of
the underground chamber.
Iglyarch presents ...sage as a sacrifice to the Great Mother and
teleports away, as does Quruuminias at the first chance he gets.
..sage is stunned by what he sees, but also notices that the 
Kron Questers are there as well, and in trouble.
He sends 'Raelf's butterfly to 'Raelf, Thk's Trident back to Thk
and knocks Kron back from his perch in mid-air while the Great
Mother slowly turns her attention towards him.
Thk heard ...sage speak directly to his mind while the Trident
appeared in front of him, saving him from being split in two by
Panarchus.
It now looks like pandemonium is about to break loose.
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