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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: News from the south, for all+[ST]/[TW]
Summary: Little hints for all...
Date: 9 Nov 92 13:55:50 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


An exhausted man stumbles into the Inn. His clothes are ditry and ragged, 
but it can be clearly seen, that they are of excellent make. He goes 
straight to the Inns bulletin board, looks the notes through and walks to 
the bar.
	"Keeper, give me a beer."
He looks around and notices a small man on a platinum table. The bartender 
comes with the beer. The man pays for it and says,
	"So the little folk have seen it again before us big ones, eh? I 
noticed their note on the board, and I can verify that they are telling the 
truth. The lizardmen are attacking from the marsh and making the living of 
the ordinary people one living nightmare. The Spec is almost in war with 
them!"
	Littlefair is getting interrested.
	"I've come to deliver a warning to the merchants, wayfarers and 
royal family. The south is not a safe place to be in, and there have been 
rumours, that the lizardmen have a new religious leader. They are preparing 
to take over the areas around the southern marches.
	"Those are the rumours we hear in the Spec. Well, must be going. I 
have a message to the royal family. Godspeed, Keeper!"
The man is out before littlefair can say a word.

	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: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria:  Ixy!  What happened? Amachiak wakes up!
Summary: Why is she shouting like that? Oh, it's morning already...
Date: 11 Nov 92 08:47:05 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


>   "My goodness, Ixy!  What happened to you?  Are you alright?"

Amachiak is awakened by this sudden shout from the "downstairs". He jumps up 
immediately and peeks over hte side of the beam.
*A ragged man. Familiar looking.
*Pain, so he was in Moria's table before and after the shock.
*Chik-cha is chirping wild, something about dark mind, void.
Amachiak puts his clothes on and jumps on the back of his steed. The 
squirrel jums down to the table, on which Moria was feasting, and from there 
to the floor. Two more jumps, and they are at Morias side.
	"What has happened here, if I may ask? You awaken me in the middle 
of my dreams...oh well, it's morning anyway. So what is going on? Who is 
this person? Can he help us? Moria, why aren't you talkin to me?"
Amachiak continues this raving while Moria is tending Ixy's scratches and 
bruises. He is very upset. How can this person be more important than his 
Queen?!?

    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
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From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
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Subject: [L][PRU][TW] Moria:  After the binding.
Date: 5 Nov 92 14:33:49 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <92310.090849ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
> 
>      "She will be okay in a few moments.  The energy expended in that battle
> was a little much for her."  Even Luthor's magic sight was blinded by the
> forces that she and the demon used.
>      Luthor held her gently, waiting for her awakening.

   Luthor did not have to wait long.  In just a few minutes he felt her
body shudder and her eyelids begin to twitch.
   "Ooooohhhh..."  Involuntarily she moaned and reached up to cover her
eyes as she opened them.  As she waited for her eyes to readjust to the
light, she stared at Luthor's face.  "You, sir, have a talent for dramatic
entrances.  I certainly hope that you don't have anymore planned in the
near future."
   Moria pushed herself to a sitting position, groaning at the stiffness of
her body, to survey the room.  
   The extent of the damage shocked her.  She had not thought that the
demon's escape from the chest would have caused that much damage.  She
turned a full circle, her eyes wide in disbelief, stopping her revolution
only long enough to stop and retrieve her daggers from the pile of ash that
was the demon.  In a choaked voice she brokenly said, "Is anyone hurt?"
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Revenge and apologies
Date: 13 Nov 92 02:47:26 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
>   "As you wish.  The others should be here soon if you wish to come along. 
>I'm afraid that I have to apologize to Kotaro.  I was not very polite to
>him last night.  I was not at my best after getting rid of that demon of
>Luthor's."

"A demon? Boy, and you were worried about me! Last time I checked my memory,
demons were much higher up on the danger list than a group of five soldiers,
only one of them competant." he thinks a moment, and that smile forms again, 
"looks like I missed the REAL fun last night!" he chuckles a bit at that.
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From: lzurawsk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu (Hal Jordan)
Subject: [1] Greysdale makes (another) friend
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sun, 8 Nov 1992 14:21:26 GMT

       Greysdale shook the mongrelman's hand, aware for the first time how nice
       it was to have gloves on, and the two men (?) left the alley and the 
       carnage behind them.
       Motley, as luck would have it, also had no clue where the inn was, but
       together they managed to find someone who was brave or nearsighted
       enough to give them directions.
       They then proceeded to the bar, where a large, snarling, furry mass
       careened into Greysdale, knocking him to the ground on top of Motley.

       This information passed in the span of a heartbeat through the mind
       of the undead warrior in response to the "How the hell did I get 
       myself into THIS little ball of fun?" query he had posed to his mem-
       ory.

       Having expended sufficient thought towards exposition, Greysdale 
       decided to take action.
       Action, in this case, being to sieze the creature currently attempting
       to rend open his chest and heave it far enough away that it would need
       a compass and star charts to find its way back. Unfortunately he forgot
       to explain this to the creature, and it clung rather comically by its
       teeth as claws to his sleeve.

       Finally getting a good look a the beastie, Greysdale concluded that it
       was a wererat (or a ratwere, whatever they were calling themselves 
       these days) and, applying his extensive knowledge of rodent anatomy
       selected its head as an organ that was probably fairly signifigant to
       the monster, and crunched said extremity with his free hand.

       Hearing a snarl to his side, he glanced to spot a warrior engaged with
       another wererat and a larger, more lupine specimine.
       "Finish this" he whispered as he flung the limp handful in Motley's
       general direction, and advanced with sword in hand. 

					      lzurawsk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria: Ixy! What happened? Amachiak wakes up!
Date: 11 Nov 92 16:42:30 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:
>   "Amachiak," she said in a polite voice, "Ixy here may be able to aid us. 
>Perhaps if you were to go to my table and get my plate, he will regain his
>strength and decide to join us in our quest."  
>   Finally loosing her patience, and her good mood, she grabbed him by the
>front of his cloak, pulling him around to face her.  
>   "Who did this to you?  Tell me, and they die...most painfully.  Don't
>tell me, and when I have time, I'll take this city apart looking for
>them...and they still die...most painfully."
[insert story from previous post here]
"Don't go out looking for them. They are just pawns following orders. If I had
been more alert, as I said, then this would not have happened. Once I got the
upper hand, I could have killed one or two of them, but I do not believe in
killing except in self-defence WHILE your life is threatened. Once I was free
I was no longer in such a dire situation, so I left them alone. A couple are
wounded, but that's all. Revenge is not something I desire- I've learned it
only makes things worse.
  Now then. Did I hear you mention something about a quest? While I am peaceful
in nature, I have skills for wilderness survival and can fight well when needed
to fight. I just don't take lives unneccessarily."
Amachiak comes back with Moria's plate of food at this point, and Ixy pours a
couple classes of wine out. "It's a little expensive, but I felt I deserved it
after what I went through." again that rougish smile briefly appears on his
face.

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From: cobra@garfield.catt.ncsu.edu (Brian Dunphy)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Elkion] Xytal's Book
Keywords: Glexai's Sword
Date: 10 Nov 92 20:17:52 GMT
Organization: Computer and Technologies Theme Program, NCSU, Raleigh


Xytal puases for a moment, then shakes his head from side to side, as
one does when trying to clear ones mind.

	Pardon me, I must have been zoning.  A temporary condition.
	Please forgive me.  What were you saying?

After waiting another moment of waiting, Xytal nods and continues.

	Oh.  Elkion, I am afraid I am not aware of what you just
	'read'.  The words that I see written on this page do not
	agree with those that you just recited.  Apparently someone
	has added some magics to allow you to read something other
	than what the book normally reads.  I have never heard of 
	the sword that you mentioned, nor the calendar that it
	mentioned.

	If someone saw fit to reveal this information to you 
	through this book, then by all means you may borrow this
	book to allow that information to be revealed.

While saying this Xytal picks the book up, turns it towards Elkion,
and replaces it on the table, in front of Elkion.

	It does sound like the information you have found could be
	relevent to the conversation at hand.

Xytal glances over at Glexai, and then back to Elkion, waiting on
his reply.

				Xytal

cobra@catt.ncsu.edu               "A little nonsense now and then
Brian Patrick Dunphy               is cherished by the wisest men."
                                         Willy Wonka.
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From: tim@nx37.mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman)
Subject: [Inn]  +obadu the phu meets Indigo the merman 
Keywords: Indigo, +obadu, phu. demon-dust
Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences
X-Path: nx37.mik.uky.edu!tim
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 08:16:25 GMT

     +obadu who is a shaman enters the inn on this bright morning in
 Generica.  Since his transformation earlier in the bar of the inn,
 +obadu looks fully phu.  Today the image is complete as he is seen
 wearing the customary shade-hat favored by phu: a miniature 
 'umbrella' resting on the phu's bald, grey-skinned head via a woven
 cloth band.  He is not nearly so direct in his manner today as he
 was in the past.
     +obadu stops at the bar, negotiates with Littlefair as to how much 
 amber will pay for his order of, "Liquids of mix-ed vegetable."
 and sips idly.  On seeing Indigo the merman about to depart he 
 approaches with something in his other hand.  Halfway to his goal
 he halts, pulls out a feathered stick and waves it over a dustpile.
 "Nether-being..." Again he waves it.  "Ice demon and more."  
 Carefully +obadu who is a shaman gathers the precious dust and places
 it into a small cocoanut shell.  Plugging the shell and stashing it in
 his pouch, he returns his attentions to Indigo.
     "Water-dweller not like burn of dayshine."  The phu touches his 
 hat to signify that it is a common problem.  "These made for seaman
 when +obadu remember how +obadu canoe grow holes.  Remember +obadu."
     Saying this, the phu hands Indigo a dozen green peas, each having
 a seam of thread running through them.  +obadu demonstrates their
 use.  He takes one of the dozen peas and carefully removes the
 thread and separates the pea-halves.  Suddenly a dense fog engulfs
 the pair and all within a few feet of them.  They reappear as
 a breeze blows the heavy fog out the door to be burnt off by the morning
 rays.  The breeze ends as +obadu stops moving his stick in a circle.
     No change has been made except that all the fog touched are 
 soaked by an exceptionally heavy dew.  +obadu sits at an empty table
 and sips his drink.  Some become nervous at the relaxing phu.  Old
 sayings rise to mind including, "When the phu sits, 'ware it."
 
--

  Doc  Pan       tim@mik.uky.edu          Tim  Huesman
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Zach and Mel.  How about me?!?!
Date: 9 Nov 92 15:01:11 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <jpesonen.104@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> 	"As you seeme both goode togethere in termes comme, coulde yyou 
> possibilye consider helping me on a mattere of in protance? A tent off redde 
> and whitte, witch is people stealink, and money promising is under a 
> surveillance on us. We a lady a boy fecth promised, butte my friend heer 
> just went silent, responses no.
> 	"So would you care to consider joining an expeditione to the tente?"

   The strange fellow sitting in the center of the Inn with the blinking
and glowing sign over his head seemed to come alive as this was said.  "Did
someone say tent??  Wow!  I was wondering why that thing gave me the
creeps!  Hey, who said that???  I want in on this!!"
 
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
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From: lzurawsk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu (Hal Jordan)
Subject: Re: Mavrius botches another fine attack.
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 22:39:38 GMT
Keywords: Greysdale, Motley, a werewolf and two very dead wererats.

   Greysdale hit the ground for the second time in as many seconds like a sack
   of potatoes, only a lot harder and colder, which was probably a bad thing,
   he thought, for the person who happened to be under him. Of course, a sack
   of potatoes would have just sat there all potatoesque, which was what 
   Greysdale felt like doing, but felt THAT would be bad for all those involved
   with the possible exception of the slavering beast rapidly approaching from
   ahead.

   As he fumbled about the pile of limbs for his sword, Greysdale became in-
   creasingly aware that he wouldn't be able to untangle himself from his new-
   est ally without causing one of them grievous bodily harm, either by pulling
   free regardless of what had to be pulled through, or by going it slow and 
   letting the beast have free shots at him.

   Fortunately, they had Motley's ignorance on their side. Unaware that the
   wererat at his feet would be up and around in mere moments unless dispatched
   with magic or silver, he sought to help his fallen friend.
   A burst of green light enveloped the wolf, increasing to blinding intensity
   as the beast's howl soared to a crescendo of agony before stopping abruptly,
   the creature's charred bones exploding and showering the adventurers with
   sparks and fragments.

   "Whoa!" cried Motley, staring in disbelief, "THAT wasn't 'Hold Person', guess   we had little wild surge huh?"


					     -But what about the other 'rat?

					     lzurawsk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu
From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ADMIN]  need info on posts
Date: 5 Nov 92 17:29:39 GMT
Organization: Computervision


	My server went weird for a while.  If anyone has made any posts
		to the [KN] thread, please send me a copy so I can send 
		in a new post that takes it into account.

	Michael, the Chaotic.
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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [ST] Zach and Mel.  How about me?!?!
Date: 10 Nov 92 07:21:24 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Nov9.090111.3798@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>>      "So would you care to consider joining an expeditione to the tente?"

>   The strange fellow sitting in the center of the Inn with the blinking
>and glowing sign over his head seemed to come alive as this was said.  "Did
>someone say tent??  Wow!  I was wondering why that thing gave me the
>creeps!  Hey, who said that???  I want in on this!!"

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...

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage of Cerdrylann

    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: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Amachiak comes around...
Date: 6 Nov 92 05:41:24 GMT

In <1992Nov4.100112.3692@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>> 	Amachiak gets up with the help of his steed and bows to Moria.
>> 	"I know your name, and some of your sorrow. Ask me not how, but I 
>> know. I cannot promise you nor anyone else riches othe than those found from 
>> the Gramasch's castle. But for the sake of our Queen, please help. You can 
>> convince more heroes to take part into this quest!"

>   When Moria arrives at the table, she is quiet and reserved.  She listens
>to Amachiak's story basically in silence.  With his closing remark she
>smiles a twisted, sarcastic smile. 
>   "Not all Big Ones are motivated by love of money, valiant warrior, just
>most of them.  I will aid thee and thy Queen, for thy need is great.  
>   "Thus do I declare that from this moment my skills and powers shall be
>devoted to the aid of your Queen and your people.
>   "Let the Hunt begin!"

Kotaro walks silently up behind Moria.  (Surprising in that armor)

"Lady, Small Warrior, I have heard of your quest.  I possess no magic, no
fancy spells, but I have a stout heart, and power enough to back it.  I
also possess technology beyond most people's ken...

"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.

kotaro toka
cyber-ninja
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Moria:  Revenge and more good mornings
Date: 11 Nov 92 13:13:32 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.11.11.42.30.1992.7573@ruhets.rutgers.edu>,
           zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
>"Don't go out looking for them. They are just pawns following orders. If I had
>been more alert, as I said, then this would not have happened. Once I got the
>upper hand, I could have killed one or two of them, but I do not believe in
>killing except in self-defence WHILE your life is threatened. Once I was free
>I was no longer in such a dire situation, so I left them alone. A couple are
>wounded, but that's all. Revenge is not something I desire- I've learned it
>only makes things worse.

   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."  Her mind completed the thought however, ##Unless it happens
again...##

>  Now then. Did I hear you mention something about a quest? While I am peaceful
>in nature, I have skills for wilderness survival and can fight well when needed
>to fight. I just don't take lives unneccessarily."

   "You'll have to talk to Amachiak, but I don't think that he will object
too much.  After all, you are a 'great warrior of the Big Ones'!"  She
smiled wryly at this, shaking her head.  "I am not much of a warrior
myself, but my skills should be at least a little useful..."

>Amachiak comes back with Moria's plate of food at this point, and Ixy pours a
>couple classes of wine out. "It's a little expensive, but I felt I deserved it
>after what I went through." again that rougish smile briefly appears on his
>face.

   "At least it puts some color back in your face, my friend.  Finish your
meal, and I will awaken Indigo and let him wake our other companion, some
kind of warrior in lots of armor with a knack for moving quietly.  I think
his name is Kotaro, but he didn't say too much about himself."
   Moria took her plate from Amachiak, saying thank you, and giving him a
very generous portion of the meal in return.  She accepted Ixy's offer of
wine and soon finished off her breakfast.

##Indigo.##

##Wake up you lazy fish!  -{Image of smiling face}-  ##

##That's it!!  Open your eyes and see the light!!##

##Wake up Kotaro.  It's almost time to go.##

-----
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.