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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods....
Date: 12 Nov 92 02:12:06 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

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

>..however, a weak groan indicated that one of the assassins still lived.
>Garriot, ignoring the still-bleeding arrow wound in his shoulder, strode
>purposefully over to the wounded assassin and grabbed him by the tunic.

>"Why were you trying to kill us?," he demands harshly, "Who sent you? Answer
>me!"  A hand on his shoulder causes him to look up; Mardan is standing over
>him.

>"Easy, Garriot," he says, "I think he's under some sort of spell.  Look," he
>points to the blank expression on the man's face.

>Garriot nods slowly, the rage fading from his countenance.  "I think you're
>right," he says.  "Can anyone besides Kyleen dispel charms? I don't think
>she's up to it right now..."

"Let me have a look at him," says Zebron, as he strides over to the limp
figure.  The drow examines the man, and sees that once brought out of the 
charm, he would be in no condition to try to flee or do harm.  Not that he
would have the chance, the drow thinks, seeing that all the party would be
surrounding him.

"Well, while Khisanth wields magic that takes quite a toll, this is a simple
spell for me..." Zebron says, and soon he beings to mumble.  The dark elf
then snaps his fingers, and the light returns to the man's eyes.

"Alright, he'll now be able to talk to you," Zebron says, then leans in closer
to Garriot and whispers something about not being able to verify the answers.

"And I'd hurry.  Without healing he'll soon perish."

The dark elf then walks amongst the wounded, pulling out arrows for Kyleen to
reuse, picking out valuables and coins, and solemnly slicing the heads off of
the slain as he sings to himself.

Zebron notices Alaric looking at him strangely, but only shrugs and says, 
"Force of habit."

The drow then walks closer to the ranger, saying, "When I was young I ran
across some treatises on necromancy.  Severing the heads makes the corpses 
harder to animate.  Just a precaution, you understand."

"Alaric," Zebron continues, "is this normal for Khisanth?  Dusk is very worried
and it's starting to get to me, as well."

-jak
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria: Horses???  Oops!
Date: 9 Nov 92 08:56:03 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <jpesonen.103@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> 	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? "

   "Horses?  I cannot speak for this strange knight here, but Indigo would
have little use for a horse, and I travel on foot unless the need it great. 
If you can delay our leaving until I have had some food and rest then I
will be able to provide transportation for all of us.  I cannot vouch for
comfort, however!"  She smiles weakly at this, the strain of her fatigue
becoming more apparent as time wears on.  "If you do not wish to wait,
however, I am sure that I can convince Littlefair to trade part of my room
payment for a few steeds, but that does not aid us in carrying Indigo."
   Her head seems to gain weight as time wears on, until she sits at the
table cradling her head between her hands with her eyes closed.  After a
moment she shakes her head and looks up.  "Excuse me, I seem to be having
trouble keeping my eyes open." 
-----
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: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Subject: Re: [R] Artifice and the Klein Bottle:
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 21:49:32 GMT

Underwater between the sinking and burning _Cote_D'Azur_ and the beleagered
_Arcas_, Artifice noted the presence of a number of hysterically thrashing
human forms.  He coldly speculated as to the effect of shark attacks on
the desperate swimmers.  One of these forms, that of Shade, did catch his
attention for more than an instant before he swam under the _Arcas_ to
board from the other side.

Deactivating his invisibility, Artifice assumed Karl's form again, intending
to seek out his quarry.  Drying himself virtually instantaneously, he descended
to the passenger-decks and located Amaan's cabin.  Finding the door
strangely unbolted, he entered.

Resting on a high stool, illuminated as if by a pale inner light, was a
most extraordinary vessel.  It was transparent, but its refraction distorted
the image of objects within.  Artifice clearly spied Amaan, and prepared
to destroy the vessel and kill him.

\STANDBY:  RE-ASSESS POSITION OF TARGET

Artifice's sensory input clearly indicated that Amaan was inside the bottle...

\STANDBY... but the geometry...

\PROCESSING... Two Moebius bands-joined... inside the bottle...

...Artifice was inside the bottle, and Amaan was outside... Amaan was inside...

the bottle... inside... outside... the bottle... 

\PROCESSING-PLEASE STANDBY

Helplessly confused, trapped in a logical loop, Artifice froze in position
next to the Klien bottle.  His body, his limbs did not move, but his
pupils dilated with impossible speed- assessing and re-assessing the
subject.

\PLEASE STANDBY....




-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Werewolf? (new character)
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 21:20:11 GMT

(This is posted for my brother, mattre@audrey.linfield.edu (Matt Reinker)
 His school does not yet have newsgroup access.)

	Gortok entered the city with a dry throat and a bad attitude.  The
attitude was normal, but he could do something about the throat.  He
grabbed the arm of a passing merchent.
	"where can I get a drink around here?"
	The merchent look him in the eyes.  "You're a dwarf," he said.
	Gortok rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.  
	"You're right, I'm a dwarf, what's your point."
	"I'm five eight and you're the same size I am."
	Gortok sighed.  It truly was a problem to be a six foot dwarf,
people always staring and the local dwarfs ignore you.  A curse on that
damn wizard.
	"I had a bad incident with a wizard and some magic steroid
crunchies, I'm tired and I'm thirsty and I need a drink, where can I go?"
	"For you, the Dragons-inn," said the merchent.  "Then again...
there's always the spitting cobra..."
	Gortok left the merchent and headed in the direction the silly
human had pointed out for the Dragons-inn.  He had thought about cutting his
head off, but decided the locals wouldn't approve.  Gortok's axe was new
and he was eager to try it out.  Huge wasn't an appropriate way to describe
the axe, God Damn that's big was better.  The blade was tempered silver and
magically sharp.  Perfect for a certain wizard...
	Something down an alley caught Gortoks eye, between a butcher shop
and a lanternmaker of some sort.  Four corpses lay strewn about.  The
dwarf studied the remains.
	"Either this place has a problem with giant wolves around here, or
there's a werewolf on the loose," he said to himself. He looked at the
silver bladed on his axe and smiled a rare smile.  "This should be fun."

Gortok- The UnDwarf
[ADMIN]- Anybody that meets gortok, he's big, strong, and extremely ugly. 
But he'll cover your back.  Just don't mentioned magic steroid crunchies.

---
The Technomancer
---
The tightrope we walk
leads straight to the gallows,
and when the hangman calls your name.  
Heros and Villians hang the same.          - T-Ride

-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Malthus visits the Inn
Date: 9 Nov 92 14:12:09 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Ragged stranger is going out of the door when a richly clad and heavily 
scented man wobbles in. He has a small lace handkerchief in his hand and he 
is waving it in front of his, quite large, nose.
	"Barkeep! Could you arrange me a table for my extravaganzia superior 
beeing. This sssmell iss somezing unbearabel for my cultivateed noze!"
Littlefair winces. That damn perfumerist again, complaining about the smell 
around here! 
He take a bottle of fine sherry and De La Noeuze's own glass from the shell 
and arranges the table by the window for him. Monsieur Malthus De La Noeuze 
sits on the stool after wiping it "clean from ze dirt", as he puts it, with 
his handkerchief.
	"Anyone asked about my whereabouts lately, Monsieur Littlefeer?" he 
asks with a distinct accent.
	"Not that I can remember, no. How's the business, Monsieur?" asks 
littlefair courtesiously, though he cannot stand this perfumerist.
	"AAhh, well, thenk you for asking. I have been selling well, after 
my advert went into public. Especially The Mercant Hill has been interrested 
in my new selection." He lowers his voice and leans towards Littlefair."Also 
a few of the Mages' quild have been in my very boutique. Those selfcentered 
egoists!" he giggles to himself.
	"I see, I see", answers Littlefair and disappears to the counter. 
	"Well, well, whats new in the Inn", says Malthus and pours himself 
some sherry. "Sherry De Nationalite, best vintage of the Dragon century."
He sniffs gently the brown liquor, exhales, and takes a sip.
	"Wonderfull bouquet!"
He slowly relaxes and leans back agaist the chair. Then he slowly exhales 
again and starts looking around.

	Malthus De La Noeuze, Master Perfumerist Exceptionell

    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: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [R] Ornigan[Arcas]: Aganazzar's Scorcher
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1992 14:46:56 GMT

Ornigan finished reading the spell from the scroll, and remembered at the last
minute to direct his hands at the pirate ship.  He was only just in time, as
jets of flame shot forth from them, traveling straighter than arrows towards
the Cote d'Azur.  In fact, the edges of them caught the railing of the Arcas
and set it to smoldering.  "Move closer," Thraemis said, "so you're not as much
of a danger to our own ship."

Ornigan did, walking forward slowly, not daring to look down.  Once he stumbled
and sprayed fire over the Arcas again.  Thraemis muttered a spell and caused
the burning deck to die down.  But finally Ornigan was at the railing himself,
and the pirate ship was his only target.

The Cote d'Azur was well and truly aflame now.  The dark figure he recalled
from Rameshan--Shade, was it?  Was on board, and some form of combat was going
on between him and the pirate's mage.  They seemed to be matching summoned
creatures against each other.  Interesting, Ornigan thought.  I didn't think
that this Shade fellow was a mage...

Then the pirate mage was felled, and Shade dove off into the ocean.  "I hope
he knows what he's doing," Ornigan muttered.  His arms were getting stiff from
holding them up, but he couldn't just let them drop.

Finally the jet of flame cut off, all at once, not slowing to a trickle and
then stopping like Ornigan had half-expected.  In relief, he lowered his arms.
"That's some impressive spell," Thraemis said in admiration.

Ornigan nodded, spent.  "Unfortunately, that was my only copy.  And I don't
know how many others have any copies of Aganazzar's spells.  Oh, well.  It's a
bit dangerous to use, anyway.  You need some way to turn it off in the middle."
Ornigan was lost in thought.  Was there a way to do that?  It could probably be
improved, with a little effort.  Maybe he'd see if Generica had any good books
in the library that might be helpful.

Mistetoe came up to him.  "You okay?"  He nodded.  "Well, things seem to be
winding down.  The only problem left is Killian, and hopefully Jenever can snap
him out of that.  The pirates are all dead or captured.  Radan seems to be
going around healing everyone he can, pirate or crew."

Thraemis sighed.  "I don't know where we're going to put them all.  Our brig
is not designed for anything so extensive.  We might have to convert some
passenger cabins."  He smiled bitterly.  "We probably lost enough passengers to
make up for it.  On the other hand, we probably lost most of our sailors as
well.  If we want to make it into port, we'll have to take on a few trainees,
so to speak.  I don't suppose either of you have sailed before?"

--
---Alfvaen(Canadian SF Quasi-Activist)
"It's not my fault.  The orchestra has disappeared."
   ---Hector Berlioz
Current Album--Belinda Carlisle:Runaway Horses
Current Read--Alexandre Dumas:The Three Musketeers
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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [blade] Max in a tight spot.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 12:20:29 GMT

   Max watched extremely briefly as the Draga, Meshtak made what
appeared to be his escape move. The Thri-Kreen also leaped up into 
the nearest available landing space.
    Arcadio stood fascinated by the situation, while Max tensed to move.

  Farnham turned to the CyberWarrior, who was brandishing his pistols.

 "And you, put those ... things down, or we will deal with you most
harshly", declared the lieutenant quite imperiously.

 "Not on your life, Bannen-head ", said Max with a slightly twisted
smile on his face.

  The guards were all surprised at the blur of movement that had been
Max just a second ago.
   He first grabbed Arcadio by the waist.
 "I say, unhand- whoaahh!!"

  Max had swung the mage around with a free hand, and using his
cyberlimb ,thrown the mage up on to the roof beside Chip.
  Then he redrew his pistol and shot one at one guard and one at
another, incinerating both crossbows.

  Farnham shouted, "Kill him!!!"

 The already unnerved guards took a few badly aimed shots.

 One crossbow bolt caught the CyberWarrior directly in the chest, but
his armor took it easily. Such primitive weapons.

  He grabbed one of the guards he'd shot at, and swung him, with great
strength by the man's arm. Farnham watched then his mouth opened in
surprise as the guard flew at him, knocking him to the ground, and the
wind out of him.

  Max was enjoying himself a little, truth be told, but he was worried
about Power exertions.

  [PowerLevel]

  /Power.67%.Advise.escape\

  Max leaped upwards, out and over the already confused guards, and
landed running. On full steam, horses couldn't catch him. He was damned
if these guards would.

   He fled in the direction of Meshtak.



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

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria:  Fun and games?!?!
Date: 13 Nov 92 14:40:10 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Nov.12.21.47.26.1992.1544@ruhets.rutgers.edu>, zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
> 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.

   "Oh!  Fun was it?  Next time someone jumps down the stairs screaming for
help, I'll let you handle it.  Fun...Hah!  Good grief.."  Moria shakes her
head in mock dismay.  
   "I guess he really wasn't all that dangerous.  You see that 40 foot wide
space of new tables and blackened floor?  That was about the area that we
fought in.  Not too dangerous.  Not at all."  Her smile and words are
offset by the innocent doe-eyed look she gives Ixy.
   "So, are you going to come along?"
-----
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.
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Tuesday, 10 Nov 1992 12:27:45 EST
From: <BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Hazy: It takes two to tangle

After setting the sail on fire Hazy drifted back from the
mast of the pirate ship a short ways and began to reform
to a more human shape.  The whirling and sparking cloud
began to elongate and take on a dark gray hue, streaked
with a lighter grayish-blue.  Flashes of light came and
went in the depths of her form.  As she watched the flames
spread from the sail and worked on her transformation
suddenly Hazy was hit by a powerful blast of wind.  She
seemed to be fraying like a sweater, her substance streamed
out with the wind and thinned out to nothingness and bits
of gray puff, that also disappeared.

She was annoyed.  It was very distracting being blown around
like that.  The easiest way to handle a strong wind was to
just dissolve into it and then reform.  As the particles that
were Hazy sailed away on the gust they formed a thought that
the wind upon which they rode could be useful if tamed,--like
a wild horse.  Those particles began to swirl their own
complex patterns, a push here, a spin there and now a surge in
concert!!  Hazy rode the wind out a ways over the water and
then brought it racing back at the Cote d'Azur.  Her target
was not the blowhard that had created the gust, instead it
was the still working square sail on the second mast.  She
intended to go splat up against it to try and shift the
slowly sinking and burning pirate ship away from the Arcas.

Suddenly the big square sail on the aft mast bellied out with
a snap and the Cote d'Azur creaked and shifted away from the
Arcas.  The people on deck fought to keep their balance, grabbing
at whatever was in reach.

What was left of the gust of wind, and Hazy with it, sifted down
the flat of the sail and then were caught up in the less powerful
wake of the breeze and drifted underneath the sail, across the
deck and out over the water.  Hazy had spent a lot of her energy
and needed to do some recharging.  Off to the East were some huge,
gleeming white mountains of cumulus clouds.  Their convection currents
and the energy of the approaching front that they signified sounded
awfully good to Hazy.  In a particulate sort of sense, she dog-paddled
off in that direction.

Besides, all that smoke was really beginning to make her itch.  She
hoped her companions would be alright and resolved to return as
soon as she had recharged.

Hazy
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Familiar Magics
Date: 13 Nov 92 13:33:22 GMT
Organization: Harris Controls
Originator: mba@sp1


After further conversations with the cat, she says to Zebron and Alaric.

"Her name, as best as i can manage, is 'Marran'helarr'." 

Her eyes unfocus for a minute, then she continues.

"She suggests that she be called 'Marra'."

Marra the cat looks over at Dusk, and a knowing look seems to pass between the
two.


-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +      Any opinions presented are mine alone.
  Good judgment comes from experience.  Experience comes from bad judgment.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Redlin:  Impatient
Date: 11 Nov 92 08:58:09 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <jpesonen.114@viikki.Helsinki.FI>, jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
> ..."
> Kirkil seems to be babbling something unidentifiable, and Redlin is thinking 
> himself, while seating, that this wasn't such a good idea after all...

   (Oh, well), thought Redlin to himself.  (At least I get to have some
fun, even if my traveling companions are a little strange.  I wonder what
language he is speaking...and why aren't my translation algorithms
compensating??)
   He reaches over to his wrist again and starts messing with it,
occassionally tapping his ear.  Eventually he just shrugs and sits down.  
   "So.  When do we leave?"

-----
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.
From: kjc@aramis.rutgers.edu (Kelly J. Cooper)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: some descriptions
Keywords: in which we describe just whom our character has encountered
Date: 5 Nov 92 22:48:10 GMT
Organization: LCSR @ Rutgers University



The Juggling Troupe
-------------------

Drummer - seven foot plus leader of a raggedy troupe of jugglers and
	  entertainers.  When not playing the fool, he is a quiet man.

Frick and Frack - Drummer's pair of clowns, with whom he's done the
		  most work.  No one has ever known Drummer to be
without them, in all the years he's been traveling this circuit.  The
rest of his group changes with the season, if there's anyone at all.


Flame Brands
------------

Symbol: upper right arm branded in flame shape as big as a
	medium-sized hand.  The whole symbol is made up of three
	licks of flames over-lapping. 

Initiation: have to be able to stand being branded.

The gang: 

They aren't real bright, but they've got a lot of experience staying
out of jail.  For the most part, they look and act like rejects from
high school gym -- too strong to be controlled, too anti-social to be
accepted.  The branding is a long and painful process, because the
brand is actually done with three separate irons, each one part of the
flame shape.  And the brand-er usually takes his time to enjoy the
pain of the brand-ee.

Members:

Fiero - a hit-n-run kind of thief and bruiser type for the Brands;
	he's cunning but not too bright.  In his late teens, he's
fairly strong.  His hair is dark brown, almost black, and his eyes are
bright blue.  If not for the persistent sneer, his face might be
handsome. 

Markli - a follower, Markli usually runs interference for Fiero.  Also
	 in his late teens, he's medium sized, thickset and a bit
slow.  He has brown hair and vague features.

Chone - a bit of a loner, Chone usually does his own thing unless
	ordered to do something.  He'll do it, but he'll whine to
everyone else about it.  He can often be found in the company of
Markli, since he likes feeling smarter than someone.  He has light
brown hair and sharp, weasel-like features.  He's tall, and is often
taken for older than he is, but he's only about 15.

Dern -	the leader of the Flame Brands, Dern is a bruiser with just
	enough brains to stay ahead of his gang.  He's currently
laying low because he's nervous about what he's heard going on with
other gang leaders disappearing.