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From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.)
Subject: [KQ] Colin [Inn]: Good Morning?
Organization: University of Houston Administrative Computing
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 20:23:56 GMT
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Malieu...
> There were few others around in the Inn, and none that he recognized yet...
> When he finished his meal, he went out back to do some stretches and exercises,
> until he felt limber and ready for another day of heavy exertion.  Then he sat
> in the Inn and waited for the rest of the layabouts to emerge...

  Colin opened his eyes and groaned.  It had been a long day and night, and
he wouldn't mind sleeping a week.  Nevertheless, there was work to do.  He
levered himself out of bed and washed his face in the basin.  Then he stood
before the mirror and examined himself critically.  As always, there were 
several cuts and bruises he had no recollection of obtaining.  None appeared
infected, however.  That was good.
  A mouthful from the pitcher, and a good gargle, followed by a more relaxed
drink of the cool water contained therein.  He began to gather and examine
his gear.  All appeared to be in good shape.  His blades, in particular, bore
no evidence of the previous night's work.  Not that that was any surprise...
  The half-elf began to dress.  As usual, the activity loosened up his muscles,
easing the tightness and relieving the various aches and pains associated with
his strenuous lifestyle.
  After dressing he knelt to pray to Meilikki, patron Goddess of Rangers, 
thanking her for her help the previous day, and asking for her continued
beneficience.
  Settling his gear into place, Colin headed downstairs.  At a table he
saw Malieu, already finishing his breakfast (and evoking a growl from the
ranger's stomach), the big man apparently no worse for wear from the night's
work.
  Colin called a greeting and moved to join him...
_____________________________________________________________________________

semper fi,

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Texas A&M University '89 and '91
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From: rhr9081@hertz.njit.edu (Ray Rich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: ADMIN: New Villan's Book?
Date: 31 Jul 92 02:39:17 GMT
Organization: New Jersey Institute of Technology, Newark, N.J.

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
>bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
>Keywords: 

	Yes.  I like playing both a PC (Valgar) and a Villain (Deimos) who
aren't fighting each other every minute.  I'm trying to give them both time
to grow as characters before they meet again.  This way, it'll seem like
Deimos is a 3-d personality himself, rather than a cardboard cut-out made
to simply oppose a PC.  Personally, I'd like to see more cuts to the
villain's end of the action, especially with the invasion and Great Mother,
seeing as she/it's the power behind Generica so to speak.

					IMHO only,
						Ray
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From: hutch@hutch (Stephen Hutchison)
Subject: Re: [D&F] Delena buys a house, frees a bear, and tries strange and wonderful food (sorry for the long subject)
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 92 05:40:17 GMT

In article <geRUy=u00VpI4=6IxN@andrew.cmu.edu> John Charles Fiala <jf2z+@andrew.cmu.edu> writes:

+NOTE: And here's the map, with the furniture place inserted.
+
+
+     \ _____________________________________________/\   / /
+      \ (19)                |    (8)    |           \/  / /
+       \                    |_________(3)       ______\/ /      NORTH
+       |                          !!           / _______/
+       |                          !!          / /       \         A
+  ~  ~ |      *                   (1)        / /         |        |
+       (23)                   (32)!!        / /          |        |
+        \        _The_Ceruputhon__!!_River_/ /           |       /|\
+ ~  ~    \      /  _______________((________/            /\
+         |     / /                !! (18)(27)            \/
+         |    / /================(11)======(5)===========+
+   ~  ~  |(20) / (21)             !! (4)      (7)        +(6)
+          \ / /(28)               !!               (31)  /\
+ The Great   /      (33)      (37)!!                     \/
+ Blue Sea    \  (9)               !!                     |
+   ~  ~  ~     \                  (2)                     \
+                |      Low City   !!                       |
+                |      (26)       !!(35)                   |
+     ~  ~  ~    |             (36)!!                       |
+                |    (34)  (29)   {}                       |
+                |                 !!(16)                   |
+    ~  ~  ~     (22) (12)         !!                       |
+                 \ (15)           !!                       |
+                  |_____________/\++/\_____________________/\
+
+
+(37) Ardrey's Furniture Shoppe :)
+
+(note that I have fixed the error in the current map, where the location
+of (33), the merchant's hill, is marked by a second (3))

Oh drat.  Here I was lobbying for Merchant's Hill to be north of the
river, hilltop at *, with a nice natural barrier to the scum of Low City
and a lot more room for the Shunned Center, etc.  - would be more like
the actual construction of medieval and feudal cities with the different
social classes being kept in different parts of town.
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [K] Karl [Inn] Continues to prepare for road trip
Date: 30 Jul 92 23:39:45 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide

Posted on behalf of Dennis Brennan (djb6@midway.uchicago.edu)
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Karl sipped his tea thoughtfully, ignoring the ruckus outside the inn.
Skeletons?  Some kind of nasty critters were allegedly roaming about
outside...
A loud clatter behind Karl's back (which was immprudently turned to
the door) startled him from his repose.  It sounded almost as if some
fool were trying to ride a horse in through the Inn's front door!?  Karl
tkurned his head and spied a centaur (and a number of angry patrons
trying to repel it).

"Karl?" inquired the centaur.

"Helios.  It must be.  I have never met ye, but I believe we had a mutual
friend in common?  Aron of Sanakin?  Your reputation precedes you.  A
friend of a friend is my friend.  Will you not join me at our table?  Here,
I will ask the mopboy to clear a place so you may sit...er..stand...uh...
be over here.

Where was I?  ...Ah, yes.  Arranging our little outing to the South.
But as Karl turned again to face his listeners he notices that they were
absent, having rushed into the fray outside.

Ah, well.  What is an old one-legged man to do?  Certainly it is far from
my place to be rushing about swinging a sword around like a youngster."
HE quietly fingered Drax's crystal, a small pendant which bore an image
of Karl's late wife as he reflected that his swashbuckling days were
over.  Sighing, he waited for the return of the others.

Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [inn] clay figures and a flaky server
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 03:01:48 GMT

ADMIN: Hello there, its the person with the clay figures again.
It appears the server I am on is not happy at the moment so I
would appreciate it if anybody who has reacted directly to me            
email me to tell me what they've done.

cam@gu.uwa.edu.au

-- 
---------------------------------------------------------------
Cameron Neylon  cam@gu.uwa.edu.au

I can't think of anything witty enough that people
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: RE:new player "the dreammer #2"
Date: 23 Jul 92 17:02:54 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

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

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	Dragon's Inn late evening.

	The door to the inn opens, a dark shape fills the entrance. The shape
	pulls back the hood of it's black cloak, calmly looks around the inn.
	The grey eyes fasten on the bar, he shrugs and carefully makes his way
	there. Strapped to his back is a bastard sword with the crossguard co-
	vered with runes. The lights of the tavern reflect in a gemstone car-
	ried in the right earlobe.
	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 ?

--
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)

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

A man dressed in black pants & mocosins, with a white tunic is sitting at a
barstool.  Shoulder length brown hair and dark brown beard cover his head and
face, a smile seems to creep across his face whenever he isn't drinking his
ale.  Nothing odd, strange or threatening is noticable.
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."


******************************************************************************
Radan Tsran
a.k.a. Timothy Vaughan
Nothing suspicious, just developing a thread...


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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 12:40:16 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Firecat and Helen Leave

Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 12:06:34 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Firecat and Helen Beat a Hasty Retreat

>      "Sir Firecat, I must leave this city immediately.  If I am detained
> any longer, then I fear that I will never be able to catch up with Luthor
> before my time runs out.  Hurry, we must leave now!" she pleaded with him.
>

     Firecat sets his glass down and assists Helen with her things...
Checking his weaponry....ie the battleaxe strapped across his back and various
daggers hidden among his clothing...he says certainly good lady, "I would be   d
glad to travel with you...."
     His acceptance made Helen smile.  She would have help catching up with

Luthor after all.  With her things packed, she left the inn with Firecat right
behind her.  She put her things on her horse which was tied outside the inn.
Seeing no horse for Firecat, she said, "I don't think that this horse could
carry both of us swiftly Sir Firecat.  Don't you have a mount?"
     Firecat took the whistle from around his neck.  From around the corner
of the inn came a beautiful (and rather LARGE) grey wolf.  It came to Firecat
and sniffed the air, noticing Helen's scent which was new to him.  Firecat
walked over to its side and mounted.
     "I'm ready when you are," he said from the back of the wolf.
     Helen turned her horse toward the South and made her way through the
city.  Firecat was close behind and his wolf would turn to growl at anyone
who came close to them.  Within an hour, they were out of the city through
the South gate.  They then turned South East toward the portal to the
Realms and hopefully to an encounter with Luthor.


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With additional text from: -The Dreamer-
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From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Maleiu[Inn]: Good Morning, Good Morning
Date: 31 Jul 92 16:24:19 GMT
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4

Maleiu awoke after a few hours of sleep, on the floor.  His muscles were
slightly stiff, after the previous day's workout--in particular, his neck
was sore from the treatment Thrugg had given it.  He stood up and did a few
stretches, as much as was possible in the cramped room, and some isometrics.
He'd have to go outside for more than that, but it would do for a start.  Some
food would not be amiss either.

He went downstairs, noting that the sun came in strongly through the eastern
windows.  Probably about two hours after dawn, then.  Serene smiled at him and
brought him his breakfast--he'd ordered the same thing for the past four days,
and she didn't even have to ask any more--fried ham and potatoes(one of the
better things the priests of Ilmater had brought to the Savannah), goat's milk,
pancakes with syrup, and scrambled eggs.  In prodigious quantities.  Serene
had marveled at his appetite the first day, but did no more than smile and
shake her head this time.

There were few others around in the Inn, and none that he recognized yet...
When he finished his meal, he went out back to do some stretches and exercises,
until he felt limber and ready for another day of heavy exertion.  Then he sat
in the Inn and waited for the rest of the layabouts to emerge...

--
---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: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 13:14:25 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Dragon Hit With Fireball

     The Great Blue Wyrm, thousands of years old and one of the largest of
his kind, soared through the skies, circling the puny humans below.  They
had taken to hide behind a wall of flames, but that would not last much
longer.  Then he would be able to swoop down and eat them one at a time.
     He could breathe on them and save some trouble, but that would be too
easy.  Besides, he might destroy his precious ring which would be a
waste.  He would have them soon enough.  After living a few thousand years,
you either become patient or go insane (ADMIN: Right Kadrys ;-)
     He looked at the wall again.  It slowly began to shrink, like it was
being sucked into a hole located at the wall's center.
     'That is an odd way for a spell to expire,' thought the dragon.
'Usually, walls of flame just flicker out.'
     He did not think on this long though.  He saw his chance and took it.
There were four humans behind the wall...three standing and one on the
ground (ADMIN: Sal, Brycur, and Luthor standing, Murell on the ground).
With their cover gone, they would be easy targets if he could get to them
before they ran to the forest beyond the clearing.
     He dove toward them, gaining an incredible velocity without using his
100 foot wings to slow his descent.  The roar of the wind rushing past him
gave him feeling of ecstacy.  Truly dragons were meant to rule the world
why else would they have been given so much raw power by the gods?
     One of the humans below did not move.  Either he was extremely foolish
and thought he could take the dragon bare-handed, or he was paralyzed with
fear.  The look on his face when he opened his eyes was both fear and
desperation.
     The Wyrm sensed danger, but it was too late.  He was struck by a wave
of fire so hot that it had to be magical.  For a moment, the dragon was
confused by this pain, but he quickly recovered and pulled up from his deadly
dive.  Near the ground, he managed to hit something soft...it must have been
the spell caster.  Regardless, he was now too angry to think about his ring
all he wanted was to get rid of these pests and he would use his deadly
breath to do it.

     Love and Peace and Shockwaves,
             -The Dreamer-
From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: [inv] Khisanth gets a mental blast!
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 21:21:04 GMT


I am posting this on behalf of Khisanth,

Khisanth was happy...her mate had returned from what seemed to be the veritable
gates of the abyss.  She smiled as Alaric embraced her (yet again).

The couple began to head to a room upstairs.


Suddenly, Khisanth gasps with pain, grabbing her head with one hand as she tries
to steady herself on the bannister with the other.  Alaric catches her as she
stumbles.
	"What is it?"  he asks worriedly.

Khisanth manages to sit down on the stair, still wincing from the pain.
"Not..quite...sure.  Sense...something...evil.".  She tries to control the pain. 
Alaric orders a glass of a light blue wine and brings it to her.  She sips it,
and begins to gain control of the pain.  After a few minutes, she says.

	"I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel something very evil around. 
	 I haven't encountered such mental force for nearly half a century...I've
	 gotten careless."

Alaric looks a little confused at this, and Khisanth continues:

	"Mindshielding.  My mother, and her mother before her, were dreamthieves,
	 a type of what some people call "psionicists". My mother had in her 
	 veins not only the blood of a long line of dreamthieves, but also the 
	 blood of a dead race.  This you know.  I inherited some of my mother's
	 abilities, but also some odd traits from my grandfather.  These
	 included a different kind of mental ability.  I have not sufficient
	 skill to use these traits for much other than basic mental exercises.

	"They do, however, leave me very wide open to several forms of attack,
	 that most people need not fear.  Oh, I have been careless...."


She finishes off her wine, and says:
	"Whatever is out there, it is very evil, and very powerful.  I fear it
	 may strike here, but for what reason I know not.

	 "We must prepare."


Khisanth/Alaric
mba@ccd.harris.com

Another good fighting wine is the "Melbourne Old-and-Yellow", which is
particularly heavy, and should be used only for hand-to-hand combat.

	- Monty Python

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                           Mark DiAntonio
         Lathan Lancehand - Enforcer of Justice and town guard
                       bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu

Arthur: You may surrender, now.
Black Knight: Merely a flesh wound.
Arthur: You have NO ARMS!!
 - Monty Python's "Quest for the Holy Grail"


Keywords:
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 22:09:11 GMT
Organization: Victoria University Of Technology, Melbourne, Australia

ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu writes:

>     Helen looked him in the eyes and smiled, "I am looking for a man called
>Luthor.  I must find him as soon as possible because if I don't, I'll die,"
>she said looking suddenly pale and full of sorrow.

	The gnome's ever present smile drops from his face as he becomes
deadly serious [Sorry for the pun].
	"D-d-d-d-die??!!" He sputters.
	"In that case I must help you in any way I can...."
	"Let me see.....I seem to remember him being here at the time of the
	 riot....but that's when I got lost..."
	"I seem to have heard somewhere that he is on an adventure, but I cant
	 be absolutely sure where...."
The gnome then looks straight into Helen's eyes....

	"How long have you got? Can anyone else help you?"
Helen sees that this gnome shows genuine concern for her wellbeing.

....."
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Mother's getting kinda pissed off : )
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 18:14:59 GMT

     The preceding article was mostly translated from the Oozian language...

:)
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 14:56:27 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Lathan Gets A Note

     There was a circle of light in the weightless grey that surrounded
Lathan.  From it came a piece of paper that floated toward him.
     It read:

"Dear Lathan,
     You were falling toward the ground and I (Luthor) held my Cloak of
Shadows above me.  You went inside and are now inside my cloak's "space".
Do not be alarmed.  There is nothing in there that can hurt you (I hope).
I will not be able to get you out until I find something with a stronger
life force than yours.
     By the way, do you have any suggestions?  Finding something more
powerful than a cavalier as old and experienced as you is no easy task.
     We now have control of the dragon and intend to ride it to the
borders of Cormyr.  I wish we had your expertise here to help us handle
the dragon.  If you wish to communicate, either write on this paper or
yell it out.  I will be able to hear you, but no one else.

                                         All Here Bound In Truth,
                                              Luthor Anside,
                                              Shadow Maker.

PS.  If I could take your place, I would."

     Love and Peace and Dragon Riders,
             -The Dreamer-
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Hanging Gardens
Summary: Yes, this is an ADMIN post... sue me : ) 
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 03:14:31 GMT

ADMIN: Since my Bestiary was fritzed out (and I still haven't gotten any help-
       ful replies to that, yet. HALP!!!), I didn't get to post all my won-
       derful and exquisitely detailed beasties ;)
       BUT....
       Since Felix and friend seem to be heading for the Hanging Gardens of 
       Thrimm, I feel it my duty to inform them now that Thrimm may have 
       large packs of Orc Dogs roaming his grounds for tresspassers :)
       Have fun on your tour, guys! :)