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From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] the trail...
Date: 23 Nov 92 23:46:15 GMT

Kotaro zoomed along the trail, hovering inches over the ground.  As he
dodged trees, he wondered about things, until he almost hit a tree.  At
this point, he slowed down, taking a bit more time.  He wondered about his
companions.  He had never seen such a group.  A dark-skinned lady wasn't
unusual, but for her to have *black* skin, with shocking white hair was.
(well, not the hair...he'd had stranger colors in his time.)  And those
ears...weird stuff...and her comments 'bout honor...he had his own honor,
but it wasn't anything remotely like what he'd seen.  He followed the Code,
well...mostly...

Then there's that guy in the fish bowl.  He'd seen muties before, but this
guy was weird.  Oh well...as long as he was going to be stuck here, he
might as well do something.  

But, working for some short guy on a *squirrel* for crying out loud!  Oh
well, it was the first job he could get...he just hoped it wasn't like the
last one...

kotaro toka
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Friday, 20 Nov 1992 12:17:03 EST
From: JILL <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R] Dreaming, dream,dream, dreaming...

  Jenever lost sight of Killian once again as the battle raged anew.  Hours
passed, or so it seemed, and by the time the last man fell, she had been pushed
back to the stern.
  It seemed that there were no others left on board anywhere, but she was sure
that could not be right.  As she made her way back to the spot where she had
last seen Killian she encountered nothing until she found the great cat's
motionless form lying on the bloodstained deck.  "Kitty cat!" she cried as she
ran. Jen dropped to the ground, and hauled the warm mass of fur into her lap.
"Killian!" and the first tears flowed down her battle-worn face.

  *   JILLIAN MAREE THOMAS  *
*  34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU *
*  "I'M JUST A GIRL WHO CAIN'T *
  *    SAY NO" -OKLAHOMA    *
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista][L] Redlin:  One down....
Date: 23 Nov 92 17:40:43 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY


   Redlin felt his feet leave the ground as the air elemental enveloped
him.  The fast rush of air over his face threatened to suffocate him as it
drew the air out of his lungs.  He was caught in a storm of flying rocks
that would have killed a normal man in seconds, and he was afraid that he
was not much better.  The flying dust blinded him and his motion quickly
left him dizzy and disoriented.
   He was beginning to fear that the wild ride would never stop when he
felt something wrench at his hands.  Instinctively he clutched them tighter
feeling the familiar grip of his jimvata, his blooded-blade.  All at once
he knew what to do.  From deep inside his soul he drew forth the name of
his blade.  The soul which answered him knew by experience the force of
Redlin's will, but resisted anyway...  

<- A black landscape, flat and featureless.  Redlin stands alone, this
sight as familiar to him as the sky itself.  
   "Adami, can you choose no other colors to torture me with?  This black
has no originality!"  His scathing and sarcastic voice rang out through the
land.
   The sibulant whisper which answered him contained no hint of anger.  It
was, in fact, totally devoid of emotion.  "You have left me so few
amusements, Redlin, since you stole my soul from my body to give this
perversion life."
   "At least I keep you fed, you vampire.  Aid me now or you will not even
have that comfort."  Redlin's impatience colored his words strongly.
   "I cannot refuse, Redlin Aaron Hawkwind, but prey that my time never
comes."
   "Then feed, you netherspawn.  I command it.  Relish the taste of so
strong a life as the elemental which holds my body, and in so doing, free
me from its grasp!"
   The landscape fades to white as Adami releases his tenuous hold on
Redlin's thoughts.  ->

   His hands burned.  Somehow he knew that through the fog of non-feeling
that was his pain editor.  Somehow he felt the fire crawl up his arms and
across his body.  Somehow he felt himself fall to the ground, and his eyes
opened after the shock had subsided.  
   He saw himself in the center of the writhing mass of air that was the
elemental.  He saw his body and his sword fully covered in the black fire
that was the physical manifestation of Adami's power.  He saw the elemental
shrink down to nothing more than a gust of wind along his sword's edge, and
then vanish.

/- Pain edit:  off -\

\- Acknolwedged -/

   "One down.  Too many to go."  He moved off toward the large earth that
no one had bothered to engage yet, his body newly healed and refreshed.
-----
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: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: -=ADMIN=- [TW] request/[ST] apologies
Date: 18 Nov 92 08:31:08 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

ADMIN Post

   I would like to request that members of the TW thread refrain from
joining the fight against the elementals in the [Mista][L] thread.  I would
also like to suggest that all characters involved be placed in the stables,
out of sight of the front of the Inn, thus using a large time jump to fix
alot of smaller time twists.  We should continue from there.

   Apologies to the members of the ST thread for Redlin's impulsive attack,
but I felt that we (ST'ers) should become involved, if only to show off
what each other can do and perhaps get to know each other better (comrades
in arms are usually more friendly than complete strangers)

   Apologies to the entire newsgroup for subjecting you to this ADMIN
post....   :-)
-----
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: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Karl: R 'n R on the _Arcas_
Date: 24 Nov 92 00:45:33 GMT
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: City of Generica, office of the Quartermaster

"Bloody hell," thought Karl as he rubbed his woozy head.  He continued
to grip the wheel of the _Arcas_, mistakenly believing that his diligence
at his selected post was critical in order to stay the course of the
boat.  Actually, the hitherto swinging boom had finally been secured by
a member of the crew.  Nevertheless, despite his exhaustion, Karl 
maintained his position until the pilot finally showed up to relieve him.

Supporting his weary self by gripping the deck-rail with both raw, sore
hands, Karl staggered back toward the stern of the ship where he had
previously been relaxing.  Karl was rather stunned at the extent of the
damage done to the _Arcas_.  The quivering forms of sailors, pirates
and passengers lay sprawled about the deck in varying states of agony.
Much of the woodwork on the side of the ship which the _Cote_D'Azur_
had attempted to broadside was splintered and ruined.  One of the _Arcas's_
sails lay in tatters across the port side of the bow, and healers attempted
to administer to the wounds of the injured.  In short, it was a scene
to which Karl had grown accustomed over the last thirty years.  

Had Karl been a diligent emissary, he would have immediately proceeded to
Amaan's cabin to make sure of the welfare of the man whom he had been
ordered to escort.  But at this time Karl was more aware of his fatigue
than his duty, and proceeded immediately to a chair in the sun, where
he immediately fell asleep.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

As it happened, another was evaluating the status of Amaan at that moment.
Artifice continued to inspect the Klein (sp?) bottle with the kind of
frustration which only an endless iteration loop can give an artificial
intelligence.  Amaan was inside, and outside, and inside...

Finally, it stopped.  Something blew, or perhaps it was an automated
safety trip....

STANDBY...PROCESSING VISUAL INPUT...
STANDBY...PROCESSING VISUAL INPUT...
STA^C
C: <delete *.*
ARE YOU SURE (y/n): Y
PROCESSING:
AUTOEXEC.BAT: ADDRESS ERROR IN -4096
>restart
GOODBYE>
 
Artifice's visual organs registered that white line on a background reducing
to a point that you see on old black & white TV sets turning off.

His head drooped to his chest.

A man who, strangely, exactly resembled Karl of Generica slumped to the
floor in a state equivalent to a coma.  This man had no name.



-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [Ga] Familiar Magics
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1992 12:34:39 GMT


In article <Nov.14.16.22.16.1992.14130@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes:
|> 
|> To Khisanth, he says, "I must warn you, sometimes I can't tell exactly who
|> is the familiar for whom," as he looks at Dusk, trying to figure out what the
|> bird is up to.
|> 
|> -jak

Khisanth smiles at the remark, and gives a playful tug (not too hard!) on Marra's
tail, who playfully swats one of Khisanth's earrings.

She looks over at the group, feeling the confusion, sadness, and anger emanating 
from the group.  Sadness? Not quite the reaction she would have expected...

She looks at Zebron, who tells her that the 'assassins' were charmed farmers,
leaving wives and children behind as they died.  She looks over at the bodies,
and she feels sadness.  Confusion.  Wariness.  Who would do that?

|> "We are losing precious time," [Zebron] called to the others, "there will be 
|> plenty of hours to mourn when we are through.  Now is the time to ride."

Khisanth is startled by the tone of voice, but realizes that he is right.  She
manages to stand up, albeit a bit unsteadily, and mounts her horse.  Alaric draws
his horse up beside hers, making sure she can handle the ride.

A few minutes of wooziness, then a sip of blue wine.  The queasiness subsides,
and the group gets moving again.
-- 
=============================================================================
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: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Chip' alone?
Date: 17 Nov 92 01:52:44 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


     It wasn't until about a half hour later that Chip noticed that no one was
following him.  Chip stopped for a moment and started concentrating.  He saw
from the vantage point of a unseen cockroach the location of his current prey.
(the two guards) He also saw, thanks to flea, Sir Tyrone fighting the third 
guardsmen.  That was the easy part.  Trying to find the locations of the others
was slightly more difficult as he never tried to follow them like he did with
the prey.  He quickly did a section by section search.  He eventually found 
all of them except for that shadowed being who's method of escape was slightly 
unothodox.
     Chip' was now in a slight dilemma.  He could either round up the others
including the wounded Meshtak.  Or he could go after teh guards before they did
further damage.  After giving his version of a sigh, Chip' went off in search
of Meshtak who seemed to be in some slight ( :) ) trouble.  After all, Chip' 
was respocible for their safety, and if Chip hadn't taken off like he did
instead of sticking around to defend his fellow pack which WAS what he was
supposed to do, maybe they wouldn't have been seperated to begin with.
     Chip' finally made off in Meshtak direction.
****************************************************************************
Don Shaffer
dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Kirkil: Welcome Shrouded One. Notice to Others, too!!
Summary: Contains a bit of info to all involved in the end!!
Date: 17 Nov 92 07:18:54 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1ds2ufINN281@flop.ENGR.ORST.EDU> foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) writes:

>ADMIN:  Sorry about that.  I've been writing FWF stories for rec.sport.pro-
>       wrestling and between that and homework, haven't had enough of a
>       chance to keep up with this group.
ADMIN: Apology accepted. Shoul have mentioned about it though...

>Abruptly, life returns to the eyes of the Shrouded One, as a call through
>the planes to where she was projecting her mind to speak to some powers
>beyond the sphere of Generica arrived, and her faculties return.

>"My apologies, I probably should have left the inn to do this, but the
>Silver Eagle is rarely quite so available that I had the chance to choose
>my time.  What goes on here?"

Kirkils hear jumps again. Too many surprises at the same time.
	"Zoo, you havee cometh back from far." Small leathery flapping is 
heard and Xrxs lands on his shoulder.
	"Meeny friendes have to our quest fore that litele Timlyn requested. 
I have that tente surveilled, it harmlessly seem. There newe ekwipment this 
mourning cometh, on winged lizard-no-tail hade. I suggest, we the tente 
first experiment for informatione, eh?"

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage Of Cerdrylann

ADMIN: First come first... I think it would be best, if we could begin to 
write to each other about our intentions. In that way we can avoid those 
stupidly overlapping and difficult "time distortions" which have been 
plaguing the TW thread lately...Also I'd like to know what you are about to 
do, because I'll be guiding you through this adventure (at first at 
least...!) while taking a part into it with Kirkil. So, collect each others 
email addresses, or wait my personal posting. I try to post something to you 
all in a few days...
GET TO KNOW EACH OTHERS CHARACTERS!!! This won't be a holiday trip !!!

    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: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista][L] Redlin is suicidal today!
Date: 18 Nov 92 08:17:33 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

[ Lots of stuff about Elementals attacking the Inn absent ]

   At Luthor's yell, Redlin looked up from his conversation with Kirkil and
the Shrouded One, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.  He turns back
to the group at the table after a moment.  "It would do no good to examine
the tent if there is no city to save afterword.  In other words, I believe
that we should get involved here."
   With the conclusion of this statement, Redlin stood up quickly and ran
towards the door, avoiding and injuring large groups of the Rabble who
stood gawking at the door where Luthor and FireCat (Who he does not know)
had been standing just moments before.
   It took him less than 3 seconds to reach the door and see for himself
just what was being fought.  He emerged from the inn just in time to
witness the horriffic collision between two of the elementals and the
transformation of Firecat.

/- TacCom:  Eval -\

\- Elemental force.  Probability of victory with current forces..Nil. 
Controlling factor...Unknown -/

/- Stupid Computer!  I know that! -\

\- Request Unknown.  Please Restate. -/

   Redlin, none to happy about something, screamed in either towering anger
or overwhelming frustration.  He did feel better afterward, screaming is
very good therapy.  It was very unfortunate that 3 of the smaller earth
elementals were attracted to the strong vibrations that this lifeform was
eminating, much like a battle cry actually.

   Redlin was indeed feeling rather frustrated, and these three smaller
elementals seemed to be a perfect way of releasing his tension.  In a blur
of motion he charged the small group, weaponless.  It seemed that he was so
angry that he forgot all about the sword sheathed on his back.

   The coming together of these two groups had results that were as
surprising as they were unexpected.  Redlin moved in so quickly that the
elementals could not strike him, their slow and clumsy blows hit only air
as he dived in and landed a punch directly on the chest of one of the
elementals, driving his hand totally through the creature and reducing it
to mere earth again.  He ducked as the other two puched at his head,
executing a diving roll that took him out of their punching range for a
second.  He came to his feet with his sword drawn and held at ready.  his
right hand was covered in blood, but that did not lesson his grip.  
   
   Screaming his challenge, he launched himself at the two elementals in
front of him.  He did not, however, reach them.  The fire elemental,
deprived of a foe now that Firecat was attacking the water elemental,
decided to gang up on someone.  Redlin found himself engulfed in flames
before he was halfway through his leap.  The sheer concussive force of the
flame blast threw him through the air and slammed him into the side of a
small shed, collapsing it.
-----
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: ignacio@zephyr.cs.odu.edu (Anthony Ignacio)
Subject: test
Organization: Old Dominion University, Norfolk, Va
Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1992 00:00:23 GMT

Greets folx,

Sorry 'bout this but I have tried posting twice now with no results.  Jus send-
ing this out to see if it'll work THIS time.  With my luck, it probably will and
I'll get hell for posting a 'test'.  *chuckle*  Oh well... :)

Thanx for your patience.

Anthony Ignacio
ignacio@cs.odu.edu
From: heerdege@gandalf.rutgers.edu (Juergen Heerdegen)
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: Re: ROMPER STOMPER gets my vote
Date: 23 Nov 92 00:09:02 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

g_elliott@fennel.cc.uwa.oz.au writes:

>"The views above are mine and not my companies and if you dont like them you
>can F**K off and whinge to someone who really cares!....  Flame at own risk"

Flame at what risk, you stupid racist fuck.  Are you going to come all the way
from Australia to kick my half-white/half-asian ass?  

Whatever,
Juergen
From: rpc4@po.CWRU.Edu (Robert P. Cvetichan)
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: Re: White Power
Date: 18 Nov 1992 17:58:03 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: slc5.ins.cwru.edu


WHITE POWER, HUH?
I REALLY HOPE YOU DON'T TRY TO BE A SKINHEAD.
WHITE POWER "SKINS" AREN'T SKINS AT ALL.
GROW YOUR HAIR OUT.
AMERICAN SKINHEADS FOREVER!!!


AS ALWAYS

THIS IS PROTECTED BY THE RED, THE WHITE, AND THE BLUE, WITH A KEY, 
AT THE CROSSROADS, YOU SISSY.


THE POPE.
From: mhs@fokus.gmd.de (M.Schmeil)
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: specials lps/cds
Date: 17 Nov 92 14:23:08 GMT
Organization: GMD-Fokus (Berlin)

as far as i know there are only two lps by the specials 
(specials and more specials) and one by specials aka.
and there's a single comp (unfortunatly missing some 
b-sides, but has some lp-tracks) but is worth it. i
recommend this one in favor to more specials which has 
some ok songs (heard them live), but in fucking versions
(slow, boring keybords, etc.). all of these 4 albums are
available on cd.
From: mcspikhp@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: Re:White power
Date: 23 Nov 92 21:38:45 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology

This is the first time i've actually read this news thingy, I was quite
surprised to seeing a skinhead section, being a skinhead myself, I was quite
horrified to see most of the news listed under white power. Why is this, as far
as i'm concerned the true skinhead culture is based on working class values, is
based fundamentally on black jamaican music with the later overtones of the
street music, OI! music of the late seventies and early eighties, so why all
the racist bollocks. I know fine that a lot of the crap that goes on is caused
by people with short hair, to my mind these people are not skinheads, possibly
in image, but not in the true spirit, so why even give it space. Possibly in
the realms of god knows where people with short hair are causing probs. where I
come from, and where I go and hang out, all us "short haired types" recieve and
enjoy the respect of everyone we come in contact with. This is because we are
not racists ! This is because we don't try to look the way we do, we just do.
It is those who are racist that come across the big image. Everyday skinhead
Goes about his business, looks cool, not hard, and lives the life, Reggae, OI!,
hardcore, but not racism.

Kenneth Parke
mcspikhp@uk.ac.dct
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 16 Nov 1992 12:50:59 EST
From: We all earn our time in Hell <IO20557@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: A.R.U.

Damn, I met this really fine chyck the other week, talking about bands,
shows and all that when she mentions her old boyfriend was a chapter head
in the ARU...I take it they're one of those lovely neo-nazi puke groups?
Anyway, I'd never heard of them and instead of killing her outright I
figured I'd get some info on who these people are, if my assumption was
wrong and all that before pummeling anyone...anyway whats the unbiased
news on them? As always...HOLD STRONG-STAY FREE!
-TC
ps- I posted on alt.hardcore w/no response but out of curiousity, does
anyone know whatever happened to Wendy O. Williams???
thanx
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Thursday, 19 Nov 1992 09:10:54 EST
From: <IO20903@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject:    RE: White Power

In reference to the other messages posted on this topic...

The messages posted do not consider the heart of the matter, I do not believe
that the potential mono-genisus of nationalism is hatred. It is possible for
people to desire to be surrounded by people of their own kind, it is called
belonging. You need to consider this, and some other facts:

Evolution exists, this is not disputed, and it is the driving factor for
human determanism. Ergo, races did not develop by chance, but by an adaptationa
l force which drove a particular group of organisms toward a better life in
their environment.

As a corrallary, these adaptations are not trivial, they offer a race particula
r
abilities which other races do not have. I.e. Eskimos can with stand
much colder temperatures than African desert nomads.

These differences also can fall into intelectual ability, athletic ability
 and a every conceivable area of the human endevor.

The people who desire to be with their own kind only want to belong, and explot
the particulr resources of their group. This is natural behavior, not
something to be chasitsed for.

What we need to consider from the statements of the like is how do they infinge
upon the rights of people. This is easily definable under US civil code.

For futher refernce se E.O. Wilson, Sociobiology, or title "How human addapt"
a smithsonian publication, and the former a Harvad professor.
From: 6anthony_m@spcvxb.spc.edu
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
Subject: RE: SKA BAND LIST
Date: 16 Nov 92 21:39:39 GMT
Organization: St. Peter's College, US

> 
> 3) I have the DEAD KENNEDYS album "Plastic Surgery Disasters". What are
>    their other albums ?

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, In God We Trust Inc., Nazi Punks Fuck 
Off!, frankenchrist, bedtime for democracy, give me convienience or give
me death, i may have forgotten one in there.  Not sure...


The Fiend  
"This society makes me sick, I'd like to give it a big kick!"
Newsgroups: alt.skinheads
From: cashaw@napier.uwaterloo.ca (Craig Shaw)
Subject: Re: Boots, Shoes etc...
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 19:24:42 GMT

In article <92317.174024BTRUB@auvm.american.edu>, <BTRUB@auvm.american.edu> writes:
> Hey, what about good ole' gazelles? I've got a pair and I think they're great,
> they seem to be holding up and are pretty comfortable.
Yah, I've got a pair too, I love 'em.