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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Blade: tries to ally himself with Trawm
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 22:36:20 GMT

Blade, stalled at the entrance of the Dragon's Inn, strains his antiquated
mind for something to do. The command to kill Meshtak has been so deeply 
ingrained in his mind, that for a moment he can't think of anything else.
	Then, his mind is distracted by an extremely brave creature, who 
approaches and starts to talk to Blade. Blade absent-mindedly flays the
creature to death between his arms. Or so Blade thinks...for after the deed
is done, Trawm immediately regenerates himself! Blade's eyes gleam red for a
moment, as he regards this creature.
	Finally his small mind comes to a decision. He points into the inn. 
"You...get Meshtak...bring him here...I kill him...yes?" Blade stares at the
half-troll hopefully.



-- 
"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
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Monday, 28 Sep 1992 01:20:40 EDT
From: Mike Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Who, me?

[ADMIN: A quick thanks to Aaron Humphrey for trying (in vain) to boost
 my ego {basic :-)!} by using 2 of the gangs I suggested in his recent
 posts!]

>"Sure, Brent, I have a few acquaintances you can speak to. There is a
>soldier in the coomon room,Ixnaphior, but he just knows OF me, he could
>only vouch for me if you accepted rumors and hearsay as testimony."
"No, the guard does not, despite what some might say about Kron's ordeal.
 Perhaps I'll talk to him later anyways."

>"There are a few people in the room behind you, as well. The woman named
>Khisanth probably knows me better than anyone in there, and I'm sure you
>could ask her some questions."
Khisanth? Considering the report that she had been around the Inn almost
before the building itself [ADMIN: Well, Belinda WAS about the 3rd poster
ever to a.p.d-i.], no doubt she knew quite a bit about quite a few people.

>"Like the one you have wanted to ask me all night. The one about Jaq Spayde."
Brent's expression was blank until after a moment of thought, where it
turned to a knowing smile. To his knowledge, only the victims themselves,
"select" members of the Guard, equally "select" members of the Thieves'
Guild, and of course Jaq himself knew anything of worth about the
mysterious Jaq Spayde. It didn't take a lot of logic to disconnect Zebron
with either of the first two sources.

    A thief then, as any connections to Jaq could only be considered
ludicrous right now. At least not until he gained some proof, since he
knew Zebron's bringing the subject up first would wield more useful
information than actually going through the question and answer process.
Still, the entire exchange had been a generally pleasing sign.

Brent: "Me? Not as much --it's my employers that are more interested in
him. And although I somehow doubt anyone in there knows more about Jaq than
you, it would be best to question them as well. So, lead on..."

Zebron nodded, opened the door, and prepared to make the introductions.

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Michael Sander 344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu
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From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: Re: Ok, now Blade is pissed
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 00:48:21 GMT

dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:

>	All this added up to one thing. Blade was really pissed off. He no
>longer cared about just killing Meshtak...he wanted to kill 'em all. Blade 
>lurched to the side, in hopes of smashing whoever was standing there. He was
>effectively blinded by the insects, and disoriented by the many 
>simultaneous attacks. No one was there; Blade smashed through the wall of a 
>building. He lurched the other way and hit another wall, also breaking it.
>By this time the members of the guard rode up on their horses, and watched,
>their mouths open and staring. Sergeant Korbic led the group, and seemed 
>undecided as to what action to order his men to take. (With four men beside
>himself, Korbic seemed slightly understaffed for this particular mission.)
>	Meshtak stood just out of reach of the thrashing creature. As Blade
>moved to smash into one building, Meshtak dove past him on the other side, and
>stood between Blade and the dock.
>	"Make peace with your gods, vile demon!" snarled the Draga. "I am 
>Meshtak, the one you seek!" (I've always wanted to use that in a story.)
>	Blade snarled, and charged...


     With a groan, Sir Tyrone picked himself up off the ground and staggered 
over to his sword.  With a mighty heave, he pulled the blade from the pavement.
Still dazed from his last attempt to stop Blade, the Wererabbit realized he 
couldn't possibly get to the Motherspawn before it reached the defiant Draga.
     Resolving to make the attempt regardless, Tyrone readied himself for 
another mighty leap when, with pinpoint accuracy, a pair of crosbow bolts 
imbedded themselves in his back.  He slumped to the ground without a sound.
     Gorge Verminbane, leader of the Generican Rabbithunters Guild stepped
forward with a triumphant yell.  Quickly reloading his double-barreled crossbow,he advanced towards the biggest damn rabbit he'd ever seen.
     And Blade continued his relentless charge towards Meshtak....


Sir Tyrone the Wererabbit
Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)
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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [Ga] High Stakes
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 12:05:13 GMT



Khisanth watches as Zebron and Brent play a quick hand of cards.  She sees
two face-up Jacks of Spades....ah, he's playing with the rigged deck.....is he
trying to let this Brent know his other identity? Perhaps.

This will definitely be an interesting development, watching these two.

Brent gets up to leave, flipping up an ace...an ace?? she senses Zebron's
surprise....the deck is supposed to be all jacks of spades....ah, so Brent 
must be a thief-type......

Yes.  Definitely interesting.  But there are other, more pressing matters.

She turns her attention back to Garriot.

Khisanth
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From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Blade: arrives at the Inn while Meshtak gets drunk
Date: 29 Sep 92 21:49:55 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


>	Blade is there, gleaming like polished obsidian, his entire form
>comprised of sharp angles and blades. However, the inn seems to be sensitive
>to the violence that Blade embodies, for try as he might, he cannot enter! It
>is as if an unseen hand holds him from taking that final step into the Inn.
>Whatever magic makes the inn a haven for the most powerful from their even
>more powerful enemies, prevents Blade from crossing the threshold and engaging
>Meshtak.
>	The huge creature tries with all his strength, but finally pulls back, 
>his red eyes gleaming in frustration and fury at Meshtak sitting at the bar. He
>sits back to wait...for even Meshtak could not stay inside the pub forever, and
>when he came out, Blade would be waiting.
>	Meshtak gives Blade an uninterested, bleary-eyed glance, and turns back
>to his spirits.
   Seeing the strange and most probably supernatural creature, Chip' puts away
the now almost finished chatka.  He then takes one of his gytha and keeps it 
ready, just in case.  He also unhooks two chatka and places them on the table.
   "Troublez at door." He tells his companions.  
*******************************************************************************
  Don't play with your food          *     Chip'chirip
    -thri-kreen saying about         *     Champion of the great queen mother
      riding horses                  *     AKA Don. shaffer
     rough translation               *         dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
*******************************************************************************
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] finishing up
Date: 5 Oct 92 16:56:22 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


   seeing the threat apparently over, Chip' leaps back to the top of the 
building to get the child and bring him back down. He nods his head at his
companion (HI! :) ) grabs the child and sets him down on the ground.  The child
runs off to find hiss friends to tell them what happened.
   Chip' then went to Meshtak "whhaat waz zat thingzs.  Do yuous know?"
*******************************************************************************
Hang on, I've only got   * Chip'Chirip Champion...etc.
   4 hands               * Don shaffer
     -thrie-kreen saying * dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: History of Generica
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 00:54:13 GMT

ADMIN I've been thinking about doing something like this for awhile now, and
a recent mailing to moi expressing interest has galvanized me, so I put forth
the question...

      Are you (that is, APDI) interested in a History of Generica post? I'm
willing and able to do it if y'all think it would be cool. We've all contrib-
uted bits and pieces to it, all it would take is some consolidation... and as
new info comes up, we can put it in where it should be...

      Whaddaya think?
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's table . . .
Summary: Kirkil makes an abrupt income, again...
Date: 30 Sep 92 06:53:14 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

>For the last several decades
>I have been bringing about resistance to the excursions of the Dark One,
>Arcania Dorval."                                           ^^^^^^^^^^^^
  
  Hearing the Dark One mentioned Kirkil jumps into sudden alertness, as if 
thousand volts had just passed his nervous system. He apologises himself 
from the company of Jake, and wanders towards the table of the Shrouded One.

>"I walk the lands, bringing up the resistance to the Dark One's schemes, but
>my ways are subtle and indirect.  The Dark One does not act overtly, choosing
>to take the long view and let time destroy her enemies rather than her own
>mystical might.  She has many daemonic servants (ADMIN:  the "a" in "daemon" is
>a necessity to correctly identify them) that watch and manipulate the lands
>about her Empire of Thyaris, and her design, as I recognize it now, is to
>ensure that the alliances that have fought her in the past drift apart and
>become distant from one another, so that none will fight her with any cohesive
>effort when she decides to strike.

>"The Dark One's creatures are everywhere, and my Shroud," she gestures to her
>cloak, "enables me to hide from them when I wander the lands stirring up the
>peoples to resist her subtle encroachment.  But in this place, I know not of
>any of her minions that have shown themselves.  Thus, I may remove my Shroud
>and perhaps enjoy some real interaction with others.  The last time I was here,
>several moons ago, I could not place that much faith in others that I removed
>it, and as such I wound up setting off a chain reaction of others who hover in
>corners watching the others in the inn."

A darkhaired, pale and red eyed man in a dark cloak steps into conversation 
quite abruptly, almost frightening the group. He steps a little back and 
rises his hands.
  "Exqz me!! Ment not me to frigghten!! Freeend, not enema!! I'm Kirkil 
Uaiz, The Ultiimeit Archmage Of Cerdrylann.Mi most humbliest apologizes, 
but I help cunnut to heer you sell yoor tale, for I two am but a humble 
travliyer of plains and have confronted some evil presence in many of them. 
In some plaices IT was to reffee'd az The Dark One, other naimz incluedink 
Balizar, Baalzebub, Draaggashk, SSss'sToyiichhii, Satan and many otehres. My 
Interrestss Lie nie bara bannishment bat alzo desturuktion off thees 
monstre. I have maani things to solve with theese evill Manifetationz, 
amonog otehres my companions in my own world."

    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: ...sage
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: This Week in Review (Oct-3 - Oct-9)
Keywords: archives
Date: 7 Oct 92 04:30:02 GMT
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au

ADMIN:  I'm making a call for review submissions for this week.
	I have [M1] and [KQ] so far.
	I will not be reviewing the Blade story, nor continuing
	my own account of the Shrouded One's table (she did a 
	fine job herself last week).

	Please get your thread submissions to me by Thurs evening
	(or Friday morning for Ozzies and Kiwis)

							...sage
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
 Pete Calvert : Department of Commerce: Adelaide University, S.Aust.
  email : pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au & sage@maria.wustl.edu
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From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Ixy gets more bored
Date: 5 Oct 92 17:37:06 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

Over the past hour Ixnaphior has popped in and out of the bar quite a number
of times. "When I go on vacation next time, I think I'll take a trip to 
Isalaron. At least there I KNOW who's what. at least it isn't boring. Maybe
I'll leave a note for Zebron. Maybe I'll put something on the board." he 
continues mulling this over and sits at his 'favorite' table- the one in the
corner he lit up before. Seeing that the light had long since faded, he casts
another one. this time it is pink in color. He then takes out some paper.

on the first he writes:
 Adventurer looking for something to do while on vacation here.
 ask for Ixnaphior, or come see me in the lit corner.

he then walks over to the bulletin board and hangs it up.
returning to his corner, he begins to draw a picture.
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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: [Ga] Khisanth awakes
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 15:48:01 GMT



After several hours, Khisanth awakes, feeling somewhat refreshed.

Noticing her companions looking at her rather curiously, she says:

"Sometimes one needs a dreamless sleep...."

"So.  Where do we go from here?"

Khisanth
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From: 003129z@ace.acadiau.ca (DAVID NATHANIEL ZINCK)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: New Character?
Date: 6 Oct 92 13:16:24 GMT
Organization: Acadia University


	The cold wet week had forced all of the hearty adventurers and 
heroes to seek refuge in their favorite ale-hall.  The Inn is bustling with 
activity and everyone is laughing, drinking, and carousing in royal fashion. 
There is no tension, only a cheerful aura of relaxation and friendship.  
Suddenly the door opens and a damp draft blows through the Inn. "Shut the 
Bloody Door will you!" One rough voices calls out. 
	"Sorry" A furtive figure mutters as he carefully enters the Inn and 
shuts the door behind him.  Shaking his rain soaked cloak the man walks up 
to the bar. "Ale, my good man, for the Elchrist's sake ALE!" He sighed and 
say down.  The barkeep sighed and poured him a draft.
	"I know that you want to whine to the barkeep, Boy, but can you do 
it later?" The man behind the counter shakes his head at the rudeness of 
youth and walks down the counter to serve another, much happier customer.  
The stranger leans back and takes a good look at his surroundings for the 
first time. Seeing all of the laughter and happiness, as well as the sheer 
weight of steel carried by the patrons he knows he has come to the right 
place.  Tipping his head back he inhales the Mug and sets it back on the 
table with a resounding thud.
	"You'd better learn to drink slow boy, or you'll be feeling like 
Bane himself tapdanced on your head in the morning." The barkeep leaned over 
the counter and grabbed the mug. "Now,  you can tell me who you are, where 
your from, what you do for a living etc." He grinned.  Taking a deep breath 
the boy threw back his cloak and revealed his face.
	"I am Marke of Gateway, and I have traveled Further than imagination 
to get here.  I was a knight of great renown and skill, but now, I am a 
houseless wanderer seeking enlightment and the answer.  Banished from my 
home and companions I have long sought a place like this, a place that 
reminds me of my home.  I am adventurer, Addicted to walking the fine line 
of death and defeat for no reward, other than the satisfaction of my blade 
as it bites deep into foul flesh and the warmth in my heart when I see good 
deeds completed.  I SEEK ADVENTURE, and let no man deprive me of it!"
	"That's well and Good Lad, but aren't you a little young to be a 
knight, begging my pardon?" The barkeep smirked, sure he'd caught this 
fanciful boy in a lie.
	"ARGGGH!" The boy threw off his cloak and knocked his stool away, "
Old man, I am not a boy, I am far more experienced in the arts of war than 
you could ever know!" Enraged Marke spun around to the now silent Common 
Room, "Does anyone wish to challenge me in a test of arms to prove it?!"
	As he spoke a horde of Tavern-farers Jumped to their feet. "You." 
Marke said pointing to a hulking figure standing in the shadows. "Come out 
into the light where I can see you better and introduce yourself so I shall 
know who I defeat!" With those bold words the figure stepped into the 
light.....
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 15:57:05 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Status of Trawm

     Well, some of you have been thinking "That damn Dreamer has enough
characters as it is, and now he's running Trawm too...sheesh!"  Well, the
good news is that I do not consider Trawm a player character.  He is a
half-NPC.  This means that you all are free to use him as long as you keep
him in character.  I will also use him from time to time for comic relief.
To this end, I am listing Trawm's motivations.  If you think that you might
use him in the future, please save this post.

Trawm's Motivations:
1. To get people to come to his inn.
2. To get people to fight in his inn.
3. To get into fights in his inn.
4. To run the Dragon's Inn out of business.
5. To break Listener's instruments.
6. To be a general nice guy
   a) He leaves scraps out for Little Rat from time to time
   b) He hates the people who try to control the Low City
   c) He will help out people who are sick/injured/etc...

More notes on Trawm:  He doesn't mind being torn limb from limb and will buy a
beer for anyone who can do it (he considers them a good fighter=good friend).

Physical appearance:  Trawm is very deformed due to two hundred years of being
torn apart and pulling himself together.  He is not sensitive to his looks and
prizes his Troll Heritage.

Speech Pattern:  Trawm is either not educated OR he doesn't want people to
think that he is educated.  Because of this, his speech is crude:

"Hey, I ain't gonna clean up dat mess Sugob.  You is da laziest Orc I ever
seen."  ...and full of colorful Troll curses..."E'CHUTA!", "KAK-RUSP", "JOZ-KA"
"Peace-Loving Bard", etc...

What Trawm Does:  He is usually in his bar taking care of thing, but takes
one day or so per week to cruise the Low City or have a good time somewhere,
so you could meet him just about anywhere.  However, Trawm has not left
Generica for the past 150 years or so and has no desire to.

     Have fun with him :-)

     Love and Peace and Half-Things,
             -The Dreamer-
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Fizzle says enough!
Date: 30 Sep 92 18:34:40 GMT

Fizzle looks about him, hoping for a familiar face.  Seeing none, he turns
sadly, and walks toward the door.  As he approaches it, a portal opens up
before him.  He looks over his shoulder, and says, "If anyone remembers me,
let me know..." and with that, walks into the portal, disappearing, maybe
forever.

Fizzle, the Wonder Mage
silk@mcl.mcl.ucsb.edu
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] wet, weary, goes back to sleep
Date: 6 Oct 92 13:43:19 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:

>Blade suddenly finds himself back in the Generica harbor, sinking rapidly.
>He finds himself gaining so much momentum that when he hits the sand he sinks
>in it up to his waist. He struggles for a moment, and then thinks of all the
>abuse he encountered on the surface world. In his mind, he weighs his desire
>to serve the Great Mother and his weariness of trying to kill this elusive
>'Meshtak.' Finally, he just decides to sleep another decade or so.

"What's this!?"

Indigo swam quickly to where he was _sure_ he saw the glint of metal in the
murky depths, powerful arms pulling him forward as his long tail pushed him
through the water.

He nearly dropped his trident when he saw Blade.

"Okay, THIS takes the cake.  First they drop anchors, then ships, then sewage
and garbage, and now this..."

He circled the creature, careful not to get too close.  Concentrating, he
gently probed it's conciousness, hardly disturbing it.  He learned to avoid a 
direct questioning of who or what it was, and certainly of it's purpose, and 
found an intriguing memory of a location, of some people, and a plan.

"OHO!  'Dump it in the harbor,' eh?  'Won't be _our_ problem any more,' eh?
Well, someone's going to have to go up there and teach those legged freaks 
what's what.  You don't see _me_ sending my garbage and enemies up to dry
land, do you? No, sir."

Indigo looked around.

"I said, 'Someone's got to go up there and learn the patron's of the Dragon's
Inn a thing or three!'"

Indigo looked around.

There was still no one there to hear him.

"Damn, looks like it's going to be me.  Now I have to figure out how to get
there and how to breathe when I do."

-jak
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