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From: brunner@telebit.com (Eric Brunner)
Subject: SB 370 Guidelines
Organization: Telebit Corporation; Sunnyvale, CA, USA
Distribution: na
Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 18:35:55 GMT

While this is a California law, it is relevent to the rest of the US, so
after a second's hesitation, I went for the "na" distribution. This is
one page of S.B 370, the guidelines section, also known as section a.
Line length and style all as they appear in the original, when I do the
formulas (section b), I'll have to take some ascii-liberties. Errors
are mine, and are copywrited.

SEC 4720 (a) (3)

In implementing this guideline, the courts shall further
adhere to the following principles:
(A) A parent's first and principal obligation is to support his or her
minor children according to the parent's circumstances and station
in life.
(B) Both parents are mutually responsible for the support of their
children.
(C) This guideline takes into account each parent's actual income
and level of responsibility for the children.
(D) Each parent should pay for the support of the children
according to his or her ability.
(E) This guideline seeks to place the interests of children as the
states's top priority.
(F) Children should share in the standard of living of both
parents. Child support may therefore appropriately improve the
standard of living of the custodial household to improve the lives of
the children.
(G) Child support orders in cases in which both parents have high
levels of custody of the chidren should reflect the increased costs of
raising the children in two homes and should minimize significant
disparities in the children's living standards in the two homes.
(H) The financial needs of the children should be met through
private financial resources as much as possible.
(I) It is presumed that a parent having primary physical custody
of the children contributes a significant portion of available resources
for the support of the children.
(J) This guideline seeks to encourage fair and efficient
settlements of conflicts between parents and seeks to minimize the
need for litigation.
(K) This guideline is intended to be presumptively correct in all
cases, and only under extraordinary circumstatces should child
support orders fall below the child support mandated by the
guideline formula.
(L) Child support orders must ensure that children actually
receive fair, timely, and sufficient support reflecting the state's high
standard of living and high costs of raising children compared to
other states.

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From: pockling@fraser.sfu.ca (richard pocklington)
Subject: what is this group
Summary: hmmmmm
Organization: Simon Fraser University, Burnaby, B.C., Canada
Distribution: hmm
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 21:27:49 GMT

an someone who knows post a bit about this group
I need the FAQ but can't get at it myself
thanks 
      pockling@SFU.ca
From: bfish@sequent.com (Brett Fishburne)
Subject: [KQ] Captain [Warehouse] Out of the darkness and into the light
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Sequent Computer Systems Inc.
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 16:41:57 GMT

Characters: Kron Questors

When Azzar dropped her pack to free her bow, Captain fished around inside it
looking for the grappling hook.  Unfortunately, Captain remembered, the hook
and rope had burned up in the building which once held Rhoan trapped.  Captain
straightened back up from his search as Azzar's arrow found its way home.

-----

The octopoid leviathan [hereafter referred to as "Sam" for my simplicity] was
rather curious as to why this moving meat had entered its area.  Sam was used
to having dead animals delivered to him which really didn't supply much of
a challenge.  In fact, he had become so complacent with his extensive and
frequent feedings (while the masters of this complex weren't big on feeding
most of their guard animals -- keeps the edge on -- they had lost too many
soldiers trying to move dead cows into position when they did not keep Sam
well fed) that he really didn't find these pieces of moving meat any
particular threat.  After grasping a couple of them in his tenticles and 
finding out that they had an awful sting, he tried to eat one and see if it
was as juicy as his normal meal.  Just as he brought the wriggling piece of
meat into position for a nice, good chomp, something hit him in one of his
eyes!  Fully unused to significant pain, Sam flailed his limbs about himself
at once forgetful of the moving meat and extremely concerned about the pain
in his eye.  His arms first extended fully and then drew themselves up under
the octopus as he scuttled into the sleeping corner of his room.

-----

With amazing swiftness, the ocotopus dropped his remaining captives and
withdrew.  Rhoan, Kron, Azzar, Colin, and Captain [ADMIN: Am I missing
anybody -- if so, add your names as appropriate in your mind as you read]
looked at each other in amazement.  The very thought that one arrow could
hold such a creature at bay even for a moment was overwhelming.  Kron was the
first to act:  He sprinted for the door previously blocked by the octopus
and threw it open.  The rest of the group got themselves into position behind
Kron (Colin and Rhoan both had a hard time doing so due to thier recent close
encounter with the floor) and all were in position when the door was opened.
A bright light streamed out of the doorway and impaled the group where they
stood.  It was only after their eyes had adjusted to the light which seemed
to be coming from a whirling chandelier fully twenty feet up in the air, that
the group began to make its way into the room once more wary of traps which
might impede their progress.  With a boom, Captain closed the door seperating
the group from the octopus.

It was clear that this room would be no better than the previous rooms the
group had faced.  There were arrow slits in the walls from about ten feet
on up and there were two unusually large slits which made Kron particularly
uneasy.


-- Captain
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From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia
Organization: University of Western Australia
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1992 15:24:09 GMT

Somewhere, elsewhere, where nothing is, something is happening:

Still so dark, no feelings, no motion anymore.

No memories.

But wait...

Aha!  I see, so clever!  This is a cunning trap...

The rest is easy.


And somewhere, elsewhere, it stops.
-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au       :\  =>  :) 
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.
From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: The Jolly Roger & [W]
Date: 16 Aug 92 20:57:15 GMT
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

The door to the inn opens, and a man that would be strange in any place but
the Dragon's Inn enters.  He's a little above average human height, well-built
but not bulky.  He's wearing black and grey baggy breeches, a black
tunic with an odd collar, and a black longcoat well-worn from much use.  His
clothes are of a foreign style, though.  As he enters, he removes a pair of round
spectacles with black glass lenses.  He glances around the commons with a pair
of eyes that do draw a few glances.  His irises are green, but his pupils are in
the shape of a skull and crossbones.  If anybody knew his name, they would
understand why he's called the Jolly Roger.  As he looks, Roger sees a woman 
with an apron and tray talking to a man seated at a table.

"Hmm, looks like the waitress is a little busy, guess I'll scope the joint,"
he thinks to himself.
 
Roger saunters over to the bulletin board and peruses it, seeing Moriarty
Investigations' handbill and a call for future Clerics of Xyvv.

"Moriarty Investigations, huh?  Magic and muscle for hire?  Well, I guess some
things stay the same wherever you go.  They might not CALL it shadowrunning,
but it might as well be."  He once again looks around the commons, and heads
towards the table where Serene and William are talking.

Serene glances up as the man comes over, and shakes her head.  Roger, getting
her point, keeps quiet and waits, standing off to the side, politely waiting to
interrupt the conversation while discretely listening.



-- 
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| Brian Shea          |   "The mind does boggle.  |
| taz@athena.mit.edu  |      The mind expands."   |
| (:-|) Have a day.   |    -Red Hot Chili Peppers | 
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From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] Timelord & Rollik get mugged.
Date: 13 Aug 92 07:33:34 GMT


>	The chase lasted for some time, as the fleet-footed gnome 
>darted down alleys and streets unfamiliar to the pursuing pair.  Finally,
>though, he made a wrong turn, and was cornered in a dead end alley.
>	"We have you know," said Timlord, panting.
>	"Do not be so sure," said a voice behind them.
>	Turning, Rollik and Timelord saw behind them a tall human, an
>ogre, and several smaller humans.  The tall human spoke.
>	"Since you have followed G'ndor to this hideaway of ours," he
>said in a raspy voice, "you have a choice - death, or death."  He smiled
>hideously.
	 
"My name is not G'ndor" said Rollik haughtily. "And let's not be THAT
harsh on the poor chap. He's just a common thief".

There was a confused silence. G'ndor skittered around the pair to his
master. The tall human, obviously the leader, realized he had better
do something to reassert his authority, so he pointed a threatening
finger at the swashbuckler and was about to say something when
Rollik stepped up and shook the hand warmly.

"Well well, armed men on the streets of Generica at this hour! you
 fair gentlemen can only be officers of the city watch" Rollik
 bowed low with a cultured flourish, and his hat flopped over his
 eyes. "'Tis a pleasure to meet this fine city's unsung champions
 of law enforcement!"

an amused sneer oozed over the massive ogres face as the bandit
party broke into chuckles. The ogre spoke in a deep, rumbling
speech impediment. 

"Dis one's funny, boss. I say we snuff 'im quick instead".

Rollik looked insulted.

"Why, I wouldn't even think of taking some of it from such a
kind fellow as yourself, especially when I have some of my own
right here". He quickly whipped out a small silver box from
a pocket.

Some of the more intelligent thugs understood him. All of them
watched as he opened the box, took a pinch of fine powder between
his thumb and forefinger, and raised it to his nose. Two short
breaths followed, then the swashbuckler blasted a gentlemanly
spray of nasal mucus over the gnome, who grated his teeth at
his comrades' howls of laughter.

a small tingle of a thought formed in the leader's brain. It 
slowly grew, gaining in size and attention, flourishing and
developing until it finally spilled over into his conscious
mind.
     He had not seen the other warrior for several seconds.

He was just making the connection between this and Rollik's
foolish behaviour when one of the bandits behind him collapsed
in a gurgle. Rollik's hand was already at his rapier's hilt.

"Have at thee, foul brigands!"

With a hiss of steel, the battle was joined.


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Steven Cavanagh                 |        So many women-
(Cav)                           |
                                |                      -So little charisma.
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From: cgirard@neumann.une.edu.au (The Blade of Malchrntyne)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [T&R] In the streets
Date: 13 Aug 92 04:00:36 GMT


	Timelord and Rollik at at the table, remeniscing and drinking ale
as the rain pounded outside.  When the rain finally stopped, around an
hour later, they rose, placed a few coins on the table, and moved towards
the door.
	"Farethewell, my friends!" called out Rollik as they left.  "We
go in search of adventure and fine maidens!"
	The two stepped out into the night.  It was cool, but not 
uncomfortably so.  They walked for a while, down side streets and alleys,
finally arriving at a small square to the north of the inn.  It was lit
sporadically, leaving ample shadows for concealment.
	"This be the sort of place that miscreants would dwell," said
Rollik, casting an appraising eye over the square.
	Timelord nodded.  
	"Most definately," he agreed, and pointing to the other side of
the square added, "and there's a prime example."
	As they watched, a well-dressed nobleman walking along the
street was suddenly jumped by a gnome-like figure.  Quickly the gnome
rapped the nobleman across the head, grabbed his purse, and darted down
a nearby alley.
	"Son of a mangey dog!" cried Rollik, brandishing his rapier. "After
him!"
	And with that, he dashed off down after the fleeing gnome.
	"Wait!" cried Timelord, but seeing that his words had no effect,
followed.
	The chase lasted for some time, as the fleet-footed gnome 
darted down alleys and streets unfamiliar to the pursuing pair.  Finally,
though, he made a wrong turn, and was cornered in a dead end alley.
	"We have you know," said Timlord, panting.
	"Do not be so sure," said a voice behind them.
	Turning, Rollik and Timelord saw behind them a tall human, an
ogre, and several smaller humans.  The tall human spoke.
	"Since you two have followed G'ndor to this hideaway of ours," he
said in a raspy voice, "you have a choice - death, or death."  He smiled
hideously.
	 


 The Blade of Malchrntyne (CJ)| There comes a time when the jewels cease to
 Drummond College A100        | sparkle, and the gold loses its lustre, and
 x 3069                       | the throne room becomes a prison - and all
 There can be only one.       | that remains is a father's love for his child


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From: pope@physics.su.OZ.AU (The Nightstalker)
Subject: [inv]  The End??
Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 04:03:37 GMT


ADMIN:  This thread seems to be not going, and I don't at this stage
want to have to run most of it on my own.  Thus, I posit this to end
the attack on the Dragon's Inn, and then the villans of the Dark Alliance
will be in the background.  I invite anyone who runs any of the villans to
do something with them.

Also note, since Brian is absent, Lathan has been taken back to RavenLoft
by Grimsword (The Overlord).


The Nightstalker appears outside the inn.  Undead creatures lurch around
wildly striking at those unfortunate enough to be in their path.  With a
shout, The Nightstalker is transformed from his usual dark robes into a 
blindingly white glowing visage.  The undead collapse into mouldering and
dusty piles.              


ADMIN:  A little short, but well within his power.  There is still the dragon.
Any suggestions?? 
--
The Nightstalker.....




 THE PSYCHOLOGICAL PROGNOSIS: Love is a form of temporary insanity
 curable only by marriage.

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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [L] The Queen's Bodyguard
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 04:44:13 GMT

Bakr, disguised as a guard, has just lead Brycur in the room of the queen's
bodyguard.  Luthor is with them, made invisible by his cloak, and intends to
assassinate the bodyguard.
---------

>  "What is so important that you have to disturb me private?" he asked, in
>a voice that demanded obedience...

  "I caught this man insulting the queen.  The sergeant at the drawbridge told
me I should bring him to you."
  "Hrm."
  "He said the queen is mad."
  The bodyguard grinned broadly, looked at Brycur, and said "tsk, tsk, tsk."
  "You take him to the queen?"
  The bodyguard nodded.

  Bakr didn't like that.  The bodyguard was not very talkative, but he needed
more of the voice... it would fail.  The whole thing would fail miserably,
and he, Bakr, would be responsible.  His hands trembled.
  "What shall I do now?"
  The bodyguard thought for a couple of seconds, then he finally spoke .
  "You can accompany us to the queen.  It will be interesting to see what she
does with him."  He smirked.  "Perhaps you are even allowed to lend a hand,
since you caught him."
  "F..fine!"

  When Luthor was in position, he pulled out two things, a dagger and a
gold coin.  He prepared to attack and then dropped the coin.  This was his
signal.
  As Luthor thrust his dagger at the bodyguard's back, a ring on the guard's
left hand glowed brightly.  The guard turned quickly before the dagger could
hit and took the attack on the arm.  Luthor was stunned.  The guard must have
a magical warning to attacks.
  With his back to the doorway, the guard took out his sword and started
swinging in wide arcs in an attempt to hit his invisible attacker.  He shouted
"Private, go get help and sound the alarm, we have an assassin in the castle."

  Luthor was no match for this man, even while he was invisible.  The guard
eventually made contact with Luthor, giving him a nasty cut across the chest.

  Brycur grabbed Bakr's "halberd"; as it left his hands, it turned back into
Brycur's family sword, which had been disguised using Bakr's power of illusion.
He moved to attack.

  Of course the bodyguard knew now that the guard was not on his side, as he
had given his weapon to the prisoner and didn't make any attempts to get help.
On the contrary, the "guard" quickly closed the door.

  Across the room, a large war dog moved to help his master fight some
invisible foe.  Bakr murmured his spell on Scharidic to control the dog...
but the animal was more resistant to psychic spells than the mage had thought.
Apparently a highly trained war dog.  The spell failed, and Bakr unsheathed
his dagger, which today looked extremely dangerous - sharp and barbed.
And it felt that way, too.  The mage somehow managed to cut into the dog's
rear leg, it howled, turned around, and charged at Bakr.  Oh no!  This was the
end.  It was a real monster of a dog, and it was clearly a much better fighter
than Bakr.
 

Partly written by 
            -The Dreamer-
	    & Thomas Kettenring
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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [L] Kachin Gets Rich, Take Three
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 16:02:22 GMT


  In a cave hidden in the rocks, a bandit named Kachin lay in a five-yard deep
pit and cried.  It was so senseless, so stupid!  Such a simple trap!  Had it
been a sophisticated mechanism that killed him, he would have said nothing
(he thought.  Of course he would have complained in that case too, if he
could).  But a plain pit, without spikes or burning coals or snakes!

  He had played on his flute for days now.  His supplies were gone, and he was
on the verge of death.  He had licked up the saliva that had come out of his
flute, he had used up every bit of fluid he could get hold of, including his
own urine and the blood of a rat that had made the mistake of looking over the
edge of the pit - he had thrown his dagger and surprisingly hit it - but now he
knew he was lost.  Nobody had heard him, his flute had become more and more
faint,  and now he was only able to lie around, cry, and lick up his own tears.

  His only hope was the return of the dragon.  Mat, send me that dragon!  I am
so thirsty!  I need a dragon!  I need a great blue dragon with lots of blood
in it!  Mat, pleeeaase, give back my dr

  The dead body of a bandit lay at the bottom of a pit in a cave in the rocks.

-- 
--------------thomas kettenring, 2 dan, kaiserslautern, germany---------------
Definition:  Idiot-proof  -  you are idiot-proof when you NEVER flame anybody.
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: ADMIN: Is anyone archiving this?
Reply-To: aaron@space.ualberta.ca
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 22:12:11 GMT

The subject line says it all...

I know that, at least, the Save Dougl stuff has been saved, since I have a copy
of it in my hot little virtual hands right now(thanks to ...sage), but I'm
wondering if earlier and later and in general other stuff has been saved as
well.  I don't supposed that anyone had the foresight to start saving with
article #1, unless they collect first articles to newsgroups(an interesting
idea, that)...

Just curious...I'd hate to think that all my great posts are doomed to
ephemerality...

--
---Alfvaen(a.k.a. Aaron V. Humphrey)
"So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts
 what's so amazing about really deep thoughts"  -- Tori Amos
Current Album--Squeeze:Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti
Current Read--Henry David Thoreau:Walden and Other Writings
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From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [W] Williams Story & JR
Date: 17 Aug 92 21:18:02 GMT
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Roger stands by the table as William speaks to Serene, becoming engrossed as
the tale unfolds.  He even forgets to speak to Serene as she leaves to get 
William another drink, spending the moments she is gone by inspecting the 
clay sculptures on the table, obviously crafted with great attention to 
detail and even greater skill.  He barely notices as Serene returns with the 
drink, only that William has started to continue his tale.  

William pauses to take a drink, and as he does so he notices Roger standing
by the table.  William starts, then says, "Yes . . .?"

Roger is startled as well when William addresses him, but he manages to
conceal his reaction and smoothly replies, "Sorry, but I was just listening
to your tale and admiring your sculptures.  Do you mind if I join you?"

William nods his head, looking a little hesitant, and Roger sits down across
the table from him.  "Could I perhaps get a Sam Adams?" Roger asks Serene.
Serene nods and leaves to get the drink.  Roger then turns to William.
"Handle's The Jolly Roger, Roger for short.  Nice ta meecha. Mind if I
hear the rest of the story?"

Serene returns to the table and hands the beer to Roger.  "Thanks, honey," 
he says, leaning back and making himself comfortable.  Roger grins
over the table at William, looking at ease, but giving the impression
that he's finally doing something that he's used to... talking biz.

"Well, the situation seems to have changed, but it's the same ol' same
'ol, just another suit lookin' for a runner to do a job.  Probably don'
even know he's sendin' out the message, either," Roger thinks to himself
as he takes a pull of his beer and waits for William's reaction.  

ADMIN: And a thread is developing... maybe.

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| Brian Shea          |   "The mind does boggle.  |
| taz@athena.mit.edu  |      The mind expands."   |
| (:-|) Have a day.   |    -Red Hot Chili Peppers | 
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| Brian Shea          |   "The mind does boggle.  |
| taz@athena.mit.edu  |      The mind expands."   |
| (:-|) Have a day.   |    -Red Hot Chili Peppers | 
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From: patchman@wpi.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: Re: [L] The Final Assault
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Thu, 20 Aug 1992 16:30:54 GMT

I just wanted to clarify that this post was written originally by -The Dreamer-
and was then editted by myself, Brycur.

To extract from The Dreamer a bit:

	-Love and Peace and No Copyright Infringements-
		        Brycur