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From: Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.havens-rest
Subject: Re: [Holt & Smith] Discussion
Date: 25 Jan 93 22:05:19 GMT
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31974p@d1.dartmouth.edu (Nile Barrabas) writes:

>   "Sir," Holt began "I had no idea that you were Admiral Smith. I
> served under you in the Orinth liberation before I came here." He
> returned the disk. "As for your ship, we can deliver you to her
> imeadiatly. Unfortunatly, very little is operative. Intersystem
> thrusters are about all that's left. Even life support and grav systems
> are down. If you will follow me to the bridge, We'll take you there
> now."


  John walked with Captain Holt through the corodors to the bridge.
Holt turned to Smith and asked "Admiral, off the record, what is you
cargo?"
  "Grain. Please call me John, I'm retired. If you must use a title, I
prefer my merchant status as Captain of the Daughters Dream."
  "Only grain Ad- John?" Holt caught himself 
  "I was transporting it to the colony on Mortica. Some Corporate
entites don't want them to be self suficent so they burned the fields
and blockaded the planet."
  "How could they get away with it? The Empire-"
  "The Empire is almoset compleatly owned by the corporations now."
John sighed. "We fell into debut during the war so bad it's going to
take us 50 years to get out."
  By this time they had reached the bridge. "Please keep my rank secret
for now," John said "I'd rather not have to deal with ships protocol."
  Holt turned to navagation "Take us out to the Daughters Dream Ensign.
One quarter thrust."
  The Ironsides turned and headed for John's ship. The Daughter's Dream
was only a short distance away and it was only 10 minutes before they
docked. John and Captain Holt met one last time at the airlock. John
was in a suit due to life support being out on his ship.
  "Goodbye for now" said Smith. "Happen to know where I can get DD
repaired?"
  "Try looking for machanics at the Haven's Rest. Youll be able to find
just about anything you want there, for a price. They also have some
pretty good ethanol concoctions.

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* Arthur, king of the Britons    * King of the who?                  *
* King of the Brittons!          * Who are the Brittons anyway?      *
* I am, you are, we all are the  *                                   *
* Brittons and I am your king!   * Well, I didn't vote for you.      *
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Robert T. Warfield@dartmouth.edu
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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] Getting back on the road
Date: 26 Jan 93 19:11:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41


..the old bard stopped to take a long pull on his tankard of ale.  The 
audience around the fireplace maintained a respectful silence for a few moments,
until the small child sitting nearest the storyteller asked, "Mister Cantus?
What happened to Garriot and his friends then?  Did they make it to Hawksholme?"
   The bard chuckled and said, "A story tells itself in its own time, child.
Have patience, and I will tell all.  Yes, indeed, Garriot and his friends did
make it to Hawksholme, but not before..."

     The morning sun was bright, but the chill of autumn was in the air. 
Garriot's attention was focused on the blue-grey  line of the mountains in 
the distance as he rode.  Kyleen, noting his interest, commented in Elvish,
"It's likely to be a lot colder in the mountains."  Garriot, absently, replied
in the same language, "I know those mountains.  I've been there before..." His
voice trailed off and he let his breath out in a long sigh of frustration.
"Sometimes, I feel like I'm not real, like an actor playing a part.  I don't
know who "Garriot" really is, Kyleen.  How do I know I'll like him if and
when I do find out?"
     Kyleen started to reply, but just then...

(ADMIN: Sorry about using Kyleen, but I had to talk to somebody. :) Anybody
else want to take it from here?)
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] the killing of a thread...
Date: 28 Jan 93 23:57:49 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet (Master Hawk) writes:
>moments later a cool breeze blew through the room, bringing her attention
>to her tattered clothes.  She turned to Ixy, suddenly a little
>self-conscious, "I -um- think I should change."

"OK. I seem to be in pretty good shape." Indeed, Ixy was virtually unharmed.
The projections he placed in the attacker's minds saved him a quite certain
death. "I'll see you in a while. I'll be in the only lit corner, as usual."
As Moria leaves to get new apparel, Ixy returns to his standard corner, now
dark again. "Oh, well," he mutters, "what color this time. Hmm... purple 
seems nice- no, carnation!" and a creamy purple-red light illuminates the 
area. "not bad. Not bad at all." He sits down and orders some hot water and
a pair of mugs. when they arrive, he starts mixing some herbs. He takes a 
sip from one mug. "Yeucch, vile stuff. But it will do the trick. Maybe a 
little cinnamon..." and he continues trying to mask the bad flavor. 
eventually it is halfway decent. "I hope Moria can stomach this. She needs
it more than I do..."
-- 
--Matthew Charlap
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This is STILL a test of the .signature 
If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here, not just a name.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet (Master Hawk)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Redlin awakens
Date: 24 Jan 93 17:03:07 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

   The sun inched its way into the room where Redlin lay sleeping.  His
eyelids twitched as the sun inched across his face.  After a moment, the
bright light intruded into his consciousness.  Slowly he opened one eye,
turning a baleful look upon the uncaring sun and rolled over onto his other
side muttering something about alarm clocks.  
   His respite from the sun's rays was not to last, however.  In a few
short minutes the sun reflected off a large mirror on the other side of the
room, with a predictable result.  Muttering and cursing quietly, Redlin
brought himself to his feet.
   Shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs revealed that he had a
headache, a perfect way to start the day.  Pulling a few small pills from
one of the small boxes on his belt, he contemplated his irrational desire
to help people in trouble, deciding that something had to give.
   He felt slightly more energetic, and decided that breakfast was
definately in order.  After pulling on his sword and Raffleur, he opened
his door and went downstairs.
   When he reached the floor, he noticed that the pretty elven girl was up
and about and made his was over toward her while she sat and talked to the
barkeep.  When he reached her a few seconds later, he gently tapped on her
shoulder and waited 'til she turned around.  "I am glad to see that you are
up and about.  I had feared for your health even with my ring to aid your
healing, to be honest.  Speaking of which..."

--Master Hawk--(24-JAN-1993 17:01)--
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 10:53:12 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: [Kevin]
Distribution: world

This ADMIN is for everyone outside the inn.
1. E'Karam LOOKS like a Mind Flayer, NOT a Halfling.
2. E'Karam ACTS like a Halfling, NOT a Mind Flayer.

3. I can not e-mail Kevin's writer, so I'm gonna have some problems being
   in this thread IF it is a new thread.
4. Because of #3, is there anyone out there who is involved in the [Kevin]
   story who is willing to organize us AND can e-mail Kevin?  Any volunteers?

With that settled, let the chaos resume.

     Love and Peace and Chaos,
          -The Dreamer-
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet (Master Hawk)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] the killing of a thread...
Date: 26 Jan 93 16:55:16 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <Jan.25.20.23.10.1993.11072@ruhets.rutgers.edu>, zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes:
> THe spelling has been, and is:
> Ixnaphior.
   Sorry...I didn't have my notes with me... :-(
> Ixy is his nickname (since Ixnay just doesn't work well in conversation :-)
> However, back to the un-thread.


> 'Dark. that's what it is.' IXy thought to himself. Then his intelligence 
> turned on again. 'Your eyes are closed, dummy.' he thought. His eyes open
> to reveal the pleasant surroundings of the inn. Moria is there too, but not 
> looking in very good condition. Ixy takes various herbs from his belongings
> and starts treating her wounds.

   When Ixyaphior started to tend Moria's burns and cuts, she started
violently and drew in a slow hissing breath.  Very quickly, the herbs
dulled the pain and she let out that breath shakily.  After a few moments,
she waved Ixy away and started to get to her feet.  
   She stood up and looked around, trying to re-orient herself.  A few
moments later a cool breeze blew through the room, bringing her attention
to her tattered clothes.  She turned to Ixy, suddenly a little
self-conscious, "I -um- think I should change."

--Master Hawk--(26-JAN-1993 10:55)--
From: justinf@cco.caltech.edu (Justin Fang)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [D/D/K/M/E] A coat and a horse...
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 27 Jan 1993 23:02:58 GMT
Organization: chaotic
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: macintosh10.cco.caltech.edu

Meran watched as Dramic was led away by the sergeant. Well, Dramic was on
his own, there was nothing he could do for him. Then Kevin, who had
apparently been standing deep in thought, turned to him and said,
>"Excuse me.  By some chance do you or one of these fine gentlemen have a
>coat I could borrow?"

"Yes, I do," Meran replied. He held out his hands and concentrated
momentarily.
Mentally, he separated a small portion of his life energy and formed it
into a coat, which he handed to Kevin.

Kevin looked dubiously at the coat, which had just appeared out of thin
air. He took it and put it on. Well, it felt real. Was warm too. "How did
you do that?"

"Umm, sort of difficult to explain," Meran said. Explaining precisely what
he was would have taken a while, to say the least. He decided to just pass
it off as as a form of magic. "It's, well, magic. Anyway, we're going to
help someone in trouble," he added, thinking Kevin might want to know what
was going on. He turned to the others. "I'll go get my horse. Back in a
little while." He walked off towards the Inn's stables.

Magic, Kevin thought. Well, if it was or not his hypothesis looked as if it
was going to be extremely weird...

Quicksilver considered. Maintaining the Meran form, the hawk form, and the
coat he'd just given to Kevin was taking up almost all of its life energy.
Fortunately the coat did not reqire much attention... Reabsorbing the hawk
and dropping a few psionic powers should free up enough for a horse,
though. No-one was in the stables right now. Good. The hawk flew down into
the stable (it'd surveyed most of the city anyway), landed on Meran's
shoulder, and vanished, reconverted into life energy. The ability to do
certain of Meran's powers also vanished.

Energy flowed outward from Meran's outstretched hands, coalesced into
matter, and took the form of... a horse. Quicksilver took a few steps,
trying out the horse form, with which it was not very familiar. She was
less than impressive. Oh well, good enough. 

Meran hitched up the mare to Denner's cart (leaving off the bit and bridle,
she could steer herself) and walked out of the stable. The horse and cart
followed.

[ADMIN: Some explanation here: Quicksilver is a single entity composed of
both matter and energy. The exact proportions of the two, as well as the
form of the matter and which part of the matter the energy is "attached"
to, can be varied, but the total amount is fixed. "Meran" is what it is
currently calling itself as a human.]

Justin Fang (justinf@cco.caltech.edu)
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From: smurphy@unix1.tcd.ie (Mithrandir(S))
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak prepares
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 14:17:28 GMT

In <1993Jan22.114909.24510@cheshire.oxy.edu> dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:
>     As ready as he was gonna be, Meshtak donned his cloak and
>accompanied Liera down to the bar. As they walked in, one of
>the rabble was finishing up a joke. "So she sez 'I'm a nymph, but
>I only go after dwarven rangers.' and I sez 'Pleased to meet you...
>my name is Stoutheart Shrubbrother!'" Much raucous laughter ensued.
>Liera looked at Meshtak and raised an eyebrow. The draga only shrugged.
>     

   Max, thouroughly tired of searching for the others, without much luck
apparently either, decided to head back to the inn.

    He saw Meshtak accompanying this woman, and laughing rauscously.

  [Identify]

  /Unknown.Human\

  "Meshtak, I wonder what the green cloak is for?"
  Max resolved to follow the Draga, who looked pretty beat up, just to
see what was going on. Besides, it wasn't good custom to interrupt
people too often.

--
  To those tryiong to get in touch with Mithrandir, do not email
to the Address in the header. It is borrowed, cause my newsfeed
has exploded.  
     Email:tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie  Thanks.
From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Kevin] Anyone got a coat?
Date: 27 Jan 1993 17:42:33 GMT
Organization: American Cyanamid Company
Distribution: world
Reply-To: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM
NNTP-Posting-Host: nmr1.pt.cyanamid.com

Well, no matter how he thought about it, this situation was beyond anything
in Kevin's experience.  It didn't make sense, none of it.  Being a scientist
(or at least studying to be one), Kevin concluded that he had insufficeint
information to propose a hypothesis on what happened to him, let alone how
to react.  He decided to go with the flow, gather more information, and hoped
that a reasonable theory would arise in the near future.

With that decided, he felt much better.  He had stopped floundering and was
back in control, sort of.  It was about this time that he determined he was
COLD.  Seems he was standing in the snow wearing only a lab-coat.  He turned
to the fellow who seemed to understand him and said

"Excuse me.  By some chance do you or one of these fine gentilmen have a
coat I could borrow?"

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ADMIN: Some people seem to be having trouble contacting me.  If the address
below doesn't work, try: fogelinc@pt.cyanamid.com.
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   Up the long ladder and down the short rope,
   To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
From: bus2@quads.uchicago.edu (cass roberts buscher)
Subject: inn
Reply-To: bus2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 02:22:09 GMT

    A fine dressed man, who otherwise looked nondescript wandered into the inn  and made his way over to Arin'kel.  His face was covered with a broad smile.    Arin'kel seemed to be ignoring him.
    "It has been indeed a long time Arin'kel, but I assume you are ready?"  His voice had a quality that would make people forget their duties and listen to it all day long.
    "Actually no," Arin'kel replied looking up from his drink.
    "Well you know the rules, no complaining and snivelling once I come around."    "You means to say I can't ask for help?"
    "Oh my dear, Arin'kel I would hope you do ask.  But I believe your luck has finally run out.  Even your own people have forsaken you this time."
    The man sat down across from Arin'kel and began tapping his fingers against the wooden table.  His face was still smiling, as if he was talking to a very   young child.
    Arin'kel took another swallow from his drink, and ignored his companion.
    "Of all people, I told my friends this, I expected you to be ready."
    Arin'kel looked around the bar.  His expression seemed to be asking for help.  But he wasn't sure that any of these strangers would be willing to give any kind of support.  Even if he had paid for a few drinks, it wasn't really his money.
    "I can get the game ready if you insist."  His companions voice was now beg-inning to sound somewhat annoyed.
    "But please don't be so spoiled, I'd like to think I have one friend on this side.  Or at least a facewho was happy to see me."
    Arin'kel finnished his drink and began to stand up, "I'm willing to try my luck once again."
    "Don't forget who made your luck, who was with you every time you screwed up, no offense."
    Arin'kel looked around the tavern again, he wondered if anyone was paying   attention.  It didn't matter, really, he could only stall for so long.  He sat back down.
    "Good, I'll ask first."
    Arin'kel shook his head, "Your rules, my honor."
From: ...sage@basement.library.generica.nexus
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ...sage (Inn), offers language lessons to Kevin
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 22 Jan 1993 03:10:09 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: if the fight ends by someone else then amend the following

characters involved : ...sage, Littlefair, Listener, Kevin 

"Time to return" thought ...sage, finishing chronicling the adventures
of the Kron Questors in their battle to rescue Cheyenne from the 
Great Mother.

Opening a worm-hole to his mailbox in the Great Library, ...sage put
the newly finished scroll inside, then closed it and dusted down his
mottled green cloak.

..sage then visualized the entrance into the Dragon's Inn and stepped
through from Sanctuary into the Inn itself.

Mildly surprised that it worked he wandered to the bar and asked
Littlefair for a White Russian, then noticing the beginnings of a 
brawl, asked Listener to start up something relaxing.

As Listener's strains wafted through the disorder, those inclined to
violence suddenly felt very relaxed and the melee broke apart as fast
as it started.

..sage sighed, smiled, then realized that a young man by the bar was
speaking English. The mind readers would have little difficulty making
themselves understood and understanding him, but for the vast majority
of the Generica, the poor guy would have little hope of communicating.

"Kevin", he said after catching the young man's name. "If you want 
help with the local lingo - ask me."

ADMIN : ...sage picked up English on the [KQ] thread

He then went back to sipping his drink.

ADMIN : I'm *still* getting *nil* for the review and it won't
	continue if no other input is forthcoming.

				I remain the Inn's servant
						 	...sage

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From: mayscot@gus22.ecn.purdue.edu (Scot T. May)
Subject: Outside the Inn
Organization: Purdue University Engineering Computer Network
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 04:15:11 GMT


	A man on a horse road down from the high country
and halted on a hill overlooking a vast city.  The city 
stretched from horizon to horizon, and made him feel ill 
at ease.  So many building and close together like that...
how can they stand it, he thought.  
	Dust from the long ride covered the man's tan and 
grey clothing.  The man may have been dirty, but the brown
horse was perfectly groomed.
	The horse seemed to look at the city, too.  
	The man said "We've made it, Shane.  I'm sure we'll 
find what we're looking for."
	With that, the man and the horse entered Generica.


	The man, who called himself Vespel Torloni, found 
the inn recommended to him by his battle leader.  Its 
painted sign portrayed a rampant dragon.  Raucous laughter
came in bursts from the inn, but, inbetween those bursts, 
the sound of the sign slowly creaking back and forth could
be heard.  
	After Vespel left Shane with a groom, the Torloni 
entered the common room of the Dragon's Inn.


	Shane munched on the grain given to him by the groom.
As he ate, he remembered how large the city looked from the 
hill.  The size of the city meant much wealth and power, and
those were two things that mages could not resist.  
	"A mage," the horse thought.  "A mage powerful 
enough to help me."
 
------------------------------------------------------------


Scot May

mayscot@ecn.purdue.edu
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Subject: [TW] THREAD IS NOT DEAD, nor is [ST] for the matter
Summary: Have been too busy to enter the Net...
Keywords: Sorry, busy, sh*t happens
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.
Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1993 06:18:33 GMT


	I just read the a.p.d-i for the first time after my holiday, and I 
was shocked! TW thread killed by only two charcters!?
	But that is not true...
**************************************************************************
	Amachiak has been through a lot, but these time-space-continuum 
flaws are something. First the awful smelling Grammulg just vasnished into 
the thin air. Now everyone were having some collective nightmare about 
returning to the Inn.
	NO, he tought, this cannot be. My queen is The mos important thing 
in the world. We must save her.
	**TRRRrrrKnakKnak** came from ChikCha, who was nodding.
	The party must get on the road, and fast. There must be a way to get 
away from these time-space-warps, which seem to plague the whole world of 
Generica.
	"What is the reason for this?", asked the small man from his steed.
	But he couldn't get any answer, as Chik-Cha jumped from a branch to 
another.

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

ADMIN: BTW, I'm a bit disappointed, that you weren't able to continue. Or 
weren't willing to do it alone. I think, that using others' characters in a 
thread should be encouraged, so that the thread could be made to flow 
smoothly. Look for an example from Lynn&Asprin "Thieves World"! If there, 
why not in here.
	MAKE YOUR OWN TWISTS INTO A THREAD!!!

	Amachiak, the leader of the squiichar
	Jorma, the leader of various characters
    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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