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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 12:22:47 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Dragon Aftermath


>        With what seemed a great sigh, Bolt dropped to the ground in
>front of Salamander.

     Murell became conscious in time to see the dragon land in the clearing.
How he and the others had survived this fight was beyond his comprehension.
It seemed that not everyone came out unscathed though.  His back had deep
wounds from where the dragon's claw had hit.  Luthor, Lathan, and Bakr were
nowhere to be seen.  Brycur STILL looked pissed off, and Salamander seemed
dazed.
     He tried to sit up, but thought better of it.  He would need some help.
     "Brycur, if you're not too busy, could you give me a hand?" he asked
with a raspy voice.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Through the portal walked a man in a black robe.  His right hand held
a walking staff that he used for support.  His left arm was supporting the
wounded Luthor who looked barely conscious.  He slowly lowered Luthor to
the ground and pulled the hood from his head revealing his face.  He was
a human who appeared to be in his early to mid twenties.  He had blond hair
that reached down to the middle of his back.  He stood about 5' 6" tall
which could be an indication of some elven blood in his genes.
     "I can not stay here long for this realm is too stable for my liking
and we have a long way to go.  Tend to the wounded and then we will be off,"
he said turning back to Luthor.
     "What is your name?" Murell asked.
     "My name you will never know," he said with a wink, "but you can call me
Erik, well met Murell."
     'He knows who I am.  If he tells Luthor, I am a dead man,' he thought.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

     Inside Luthor's cloak, Lathan continued to float in greyness, but a while
ago, he saw something that made him nervous.  There was a small opening
through the grey and from it came a stream of blood.  It was still there,
floating a few meters from him, held together by its surface tension.
     Was he really in hell?  Was this foreshadowing of what would become of
him?  He did not know.

     Love and Peace and Strange Happenstances,
                  -The Dreamer-
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From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (Gavin Williams)
Subject: ADMIN:  Apologies from Rhys/ Thread mixup
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 10:39:09 GMT


Sorry about that, 

Rhys was already involved in the [K] quest.
In brief, he thought that it was just a quickie while Karl organised
his party.

So it is with apologies that Rhys has to withdraw from the INV thread,
due to a prior committment to the [K] thread.


Sorry for any confusion caused, and please ignore any Rhys [inv postings]

Rhys -- Terminal case of foot in mouth [or terminal] disease.

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From: cam@mullet.gu.uwa.edu.au (Cameron Neylon)
Subject: [inn] New character
Summary: New character enters dragons-inn
Organization: University Computer Club --- Perth, Western Australia
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 01:44:24 GMT

A fairly non-descript, if relatvely tall stranger arrives at the door
to the inn, and looks around for a table. Finding an empty one ( presumably
in a corner :) ), he goes to it and sits down.

He is carrying a fairly large backpack, with what appears to be a shield
tied on to the back of it, as well as a long staff, and a few blades. The
shield is made up of two sections, a central circle, about 1'6" across and 
a lrger circle around it, about 2'6" total diameter. It is also obviously
too thin and flimsy to acwtually be used as a shield.

He asks for a pitcher of water, and proceeds to remove a series of strange
objects from the pack. A large piece of canvas with which he covers the table
a round polished rock, and a large piece of sheepskin iin which are wrapped,
a series of figurines. Finally he pulls out a muslin cloth and carefully,
almost reverently starts to work with it, once the water arrives.

Cameron Neylon

cam@gu.uwa.edu.au - and no I don't have any hoopy .sig yet

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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1992 12:52:06 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] Helen the Grey Enters
 <s9100433.711693043@win4>

>The gnome grins and his ears begin to twitch...
>        "Just what exactly did you have in mind?"
>His eyes glitter at the thought of adventure...
>Patting her hands to let her know he appreciates the massage, the gnome sips
>his ale once again...

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

     Love and Peace and Paleness,
            -The Dreamer-
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From: Rannou@info.polymtl.ca (Patrick Rannou)
Subject: Re: [DQ] [L] Sunstorm to Helen [inn]
Organization: Ecole Polytechnique de Montreal, Canada
	<1992Jul19.074512.10647@intelhf.hf.intel.com>
	<92202.201738ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 06:34:15 GMT

In article <92202.201738ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu writes:


[first riddle]
   >+ "A Book, a Rook, a Crook and a Nook,
   >+  A Cave, a Grave, a Grief and a Thief,
   >+  One contains a Secret, Steals it, Binds it,
   >+  And the Other contains only a Promise of Fear."
   >
Helen:	"One of you said that you didn't know what a rook was.  A rook is a
   castle.  Maybe this first part refers to a secret that a thief stole and
   wrote in a book.  Then he hid this book in the nook of a castle," she
   said to a rather odd looking dwarf (SunStorm).
	"As for the rest of it, I haven't a clue.  I don't know enough about
   you to guess," she said walking over to the 'dwarf'.
	"Oh, excuse me.  I am not sure of the customs of this land...I am
   called Helen the Grey.  I am looking for a man called 'Luthor' and one
   called 'Murell'.  Have any of you heard of these men?" she asked no one
   in particular.

SunStorm: *Luthor*? As in: The ShadowMage L-u-t-h-o-r ? As in: That damn
mage who REDUCED me? I don`t know where he is, and the farthest I be from
him, the happier I'll be! Thanks for the clue, but if I where you I'd get
another clue: When you meet him, don't be too tall...

--
/---------------------------\
| Patrick "Paradak" Rannou. |
| Rannou@info.polymtl.ca    |
\---------------------------/

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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Rhoan: [Low Town] Some info, heading back to inn
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 20:03:41 GMT

In article <1992Jul30.083025.57657@cc.usu.edu> slskq@cc.usu.edu writes:
>>"Wait!" Mezlark yells.  "You have helped me out a great deal today.  I would
>>have lost everything.  If there is anything I can do for you, let me know."
>>
>>Rhoan asks, "What can you tell us of your ex-neighbor there?"
>
>	"Not much, I'm afraid," replies Mezlark, "except that I am not sad
>he come in for something or other.  The second time was down in the Shunned
>Center.  I was checking up on some merchandise I have in a warehouse down
>there.  

ADMIN: WHOA! TIME OUT! Rhoan, unless this merchant is a LOT more than what he
       seems to be, he is NOT gonna have a warehouse down in the Shunned Cen-
       ter. The Centre is not a place people should even go, much less have
       a storehouse in! Even the Kron heroes are gonna have a very bad time
       getting through it, so unless this merchant is a god in disguise or
       something, or is a servent of GM, he would be D-E-A-D meat as soon as
       he set foot inside its boundaries...
       And c'mon, he just happens to live right by Waster HQ? ;)
       The suspension of disbelief has just snapped its thread...

-- Clint
          "Yes, I DO own the place! And I am your mother! and someone did die
       and make me god! So there! Nyaaah!" :)
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Fire Extinguisher Time!
Date: 31 Jul 92 00:40:49 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


     For those of you who are getting a little annoyed at the [inv], relax.
If you don't want to get involved in that thread, Trawm, the Half-Troll who
runs the Spitting Cobra would be more than happy to have you as guests :-).
     Please don't flame Mark.  He asked if anyone minded the [inv] idea about
a week ago and I didn't see any negative responses.
     Take it from a hippie wanna-be, things will go a bit more smoothly with
a little:

     Love and Peace and Consideration,
              -The Dreamer-

PS. Whoever is in charge of the "Death and Destiny" posts, keep them coming!
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Subject: [new character] "Where am I?"
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.freenet.edu  (Postmaster Zenith)
Organization: Zenith's posting service
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 92 15:51:49 GMT


ADMIN: I am posting this for Morgan as he currently lacks Usenet access,
	if you wish to reply to him via e-mail use the address below, if
	you "r"eply and it gets to me, I'll forward to him.

		mabr@sweden.hp.com

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Dragon's Inn late evening.

	The door to the inn opens, a dark shape fills the entrance. The shape
	pulls back the hood of it's black cloak, calmly looks around the inn.
	The grey eyes fasten on the bar, he shrugs and carefully makes his way
	there. Strapped to his back is a bastard sword with the crossguard co-
	vered with runes. The lights of the tavern reflect in a gemstone car-
	ried in the right earlobe.
	He leans over the bar, gestures for the bartender to come over, then
	asks in a soft voice :
	-Where in the name of the Old Ones am I ?

--
Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman			mabr@sweden.hp.com
a.k.a Morgan deGrey (in the S.C.A)
a.k.a Morlacad "Shade" ShadowHawk (in L.R.P.G)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
| There are Fighters and Warriors. Fighters are many, Warriors few and	|
| WeaponMasters hardly any!					Morgan	|
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nothing stated here is an official statement by the Hewlett-Packard Corp.
or by the Society for Creative Anachronism.

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From: patchman@encore.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: [L] Brycur Attacks 
Keywords: Help!
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1992 16:57:39 GMT



Brycur final rounds the corner at the end of the wall and sees the dragon
battling with Lathan.  Lathan has been knocked off his horse and is sailing
toward the dragon.  He slices through the dragon's underside but continues 
now to fall down toward the ground.  Brycur does not see what happens to 
Lathan after that, nor does he notice that Luthor is in fact, not dead.  
He stalks out into the 'battlefield' to face the beast.

The Dragon slowly eases itself onto the ground, as the wound it has suffered
makes it to painful to flap his wings at the moment.  Brycur quickly raises
his sword over his head and runs at the dragon.

The creature does not appear to notice Brycur running at it as it is pre-
occupied with checking its wound.  Too late it hears Brycur approaching.
Brycur is able to put a large gash in the dragon's neck before it realizes
what is happening.  Brycur continues to run right past the dragon, slashing 
along its side as he goes by, inflicting a few wounds here and there but 
nothing major.  

The dragon turns to face Brycur, turning his back to the flaming wall which
Sal set up.  It draws in a deep breath, preparing to breath the bolt that
would destroy this puny pest.  Brycur closes his eyes and relaxes, there is
nothing he can do, nowhere to hide.  He prepares to greet death as if he
were preparing to meet an old friend.

ADMIN: alright, somebody do something now while I have its attention diverted,
	preferably before I get turned into charcoal!

-Brycur the (soon-to-be) London Broiled

-Pete
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From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (Gavin Williams)
Subject: Re: [K]for Karl, Radan and Killian & hopefully the Shade.
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 14:00:46 GMT


>>>Gesturing back to his table, Rhys says, "Let us discuss this now"

>>**********************************************************************

>     Edward walks over to the table and pulls up a chair.
>
>     Looking at the residents thereof, he says, "Hello.  I am Edward of Black
>Eagle Tower.  We are apparently to be companions on Karl's mission to Rameshan,
>and it may behoove us to know each other beforehand."

Rhys nods at Edward, "Greetings!  I am Rhys, son of Alwyne son of Glyn, a 
traveller from far off Llanarfon.  These two doughty fellows here are Radan
and Killian.  However, we have just met so  perhaps they can tell you more 
about themselves than I."

Turning to Karl, he asks him about the road.  "How long will this journey
take, and what sort of regions do we travel?"


>ADMIN:  help!  I don't know who all is involved in this thread!
ADMIN: Neither do I.  So many new @strangers@ have arrived lately.

Rhys -- Also thinking of the money involved in the trip.
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Wednesday, 29 Jul 1992 14:33:21 EDT
From: Jill Maree Thomas <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Killian continues

     Jenever listened attentively to the tale of this "weretiger"; his
promised to be an interesting adventure.   After a few more drinks, she stood
and walked over to the table, dragging an additional bench with her.
     "I join in?" she queried, smiling sweetly to belay any opposition.

**********************************
*     Jillian/Jenever Emerye     *
*  34EP2A2@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu   *
*  "I'm just a girl who cain't   *
* say no..." -Gilbert & Sullivan *
**********************************
From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: ADMIN: Send posts about [inv] to Mark
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 17:39:08 GMT


I would appreciate it if all responses and follow ups corresponding to
the {inv} will be send to me via e-mail. I WILL POST your stories for you.
This way I can keep everything organized and running neatly.  Posting
randomly leads to choas and ultimately a slow thread! Once again
send me the response I will put it with the rest and post it when
we have everything reacted to.  Thanks in advance.

Mark 
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Keywords: 

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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: Who is in the inn?
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 20:29:08 GMT


Could I have a complete list of who is in the inn and thier mailing 
addresses.  I must have thier reactions to the current situation,
before I continue.  It will be a good chance for them to do something.
It is that something, I'm worried about.  I will post again soon.

ADMIN: Great Mother takes no orders, so don't take the previous note
the wrong way. OK.

Thanks
Mark DiAntonio
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Keywords: invasion 

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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: ADMIN: Calling all Villians
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 20:47:18 GMT


If anyone has some spare "Baddies" or has a good idea for a villian
or two, send them to me.  I could use them!

Sorry for the band width use!
Mark DiAntonio
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu 
Keywords: 

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From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (Gavin Williams)
Subject: Re: [inn] New character
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 17:17:49 GMT

>He asks for a pitcher of water, and proceeds to remove a series of strange
>objects from the pack. A large piece of canvas with which he covers the table
>a round polished rock, and a large piece of sheepskin iin which are wrapped,
>a series of figurines. Finally he pulls out a muslin cloth and carefully,
>almost reverently starts to work with it, once the water arrives.

Although keeping an eye on the man in black, Rhys is nevertheless fascinated 
by his actions.  He is unable to make up his mind as to whether the 
figurines are simple sculptures or religious items.   


Rhys -- Paranoid and curious,... or curiously paranoid

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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 19:45:12 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Luthor and the Dragon

     Luthor looked at Salamander.  He could see some sort of bond between
Sal and the Dragon, not through his regular eyes, but through his mind's
eye.  It was a pulsating blue line going from Salamander's head to the
dragons.
     Luthor took Erik's staff and used it to limp over to the mage.
     "Nice Dragon you have there Sal.  How many miles does he have on him?"
Luthor said trying to lighten the mood.
     "Luthor, where's Lathan?" Salamander asked.
     Luthor indicated his cloak and then saw Salamander's look of confusion.
"Don't worry, I don't understand it either and I've had this cloak for the
last fifty years.  Somehow, Lathan is trapped inside it.
     "About this dragon...can he take us to the Queen?  It would help us
greatly and the thought of travelling through the desert without horses,
food, or water doesn't appeal to me," he said.

      Love and Peace and Sore Feet,
              -The Dreamer-
From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Bakr's Illusion / Bandit's Action
Date: 27 Jul 92 23:29:46 GMT
Organization: Penn State University


ADMIN:  When we last saw Bakr, he ran away from the dragon and camouflaged
  as a bush behind some rocks.

  After Murell opened the doors of the portal to the Realms, a wave of
magic instability reached Bakr, and the Scharidian mage suddenly felt very
weird.  He didn't want to go away from here.  He digged in the ground with
his toes and tried to suck a bit of water with them.  He slowly turned his
fingers around to gather as much sunlight as possible, and he played with
the thought of growing berries.  The illusion that the mage was a shrubbery
had turned around and had bitten its maker, while to everybody else present
(which was nobody, at the moment) he looked like always.  He just had a
strange posture, not unlike a praying mantis...

-------

ADMIN:  The dragon is sitting on the ground, about to breathe on Brycur.
  But it is also flying a circle, about to breathe on everybody.  So I
  try to resolve the first situation here and turn it into the second one.
  I hope I didn't take too much liberty with Brycur.

  The two bandits watching the fight between the Questors and the dragon were
stunned.  When Luthor caught Lathan in the cloak, Kachin whispered,
  "What was that?  Where did he go?"
  "Probably magic.  The other one let him disappear."
  "They're all still alive!  Incredible... though the scout doesn't look good."
  "The dragon is alive too.  Wait a minute, and it'll kill some of 'em."
  "And if it breathes on Brycur?  Look what happened to the cart!"
  "You could shoot arrows at the beast..."
  "HA!..." Kachin put his hand on the mouth and continued with a gentler voice
to avoid being heard by the fighters, "I mean, ha.  You want it to spot us?"
  "Shoot from behind!"
  "It will spot us anyway."
  "Not if you time it well.  Shoot when one of 'em prepares to hit it.  Then
we cover.  It'll be confused, and perhaps someone will seize the opportunity."
  "Look! Brycur is fighting with it!"
  "He hit it!"
  "Oh no!  It prepares to breathe!"

  Kachin quickly bent his bow and aimed at the monster's neck which was
already bleeding from Brycur's blow.  He shot but he missed.  The arrow passed
next to the reptile's nostrils.  The wyrm's head turned around, and it jumped
back a bit in order to keep an eye on Brycur as well as trying to spot the
archer.  Brycur took advantage of the situation and ran back to the safety of
the firewall, and Gragbach the Great Blue Wyrm ran after him.  He would kill
the archer later.

  Luthor turned the wall into a fireball, and the charred dragon was now
flying the last round, preparing to get rid of all those humans with another
lightning bolt.

  At this point, the dragon shouted something corse and foreign.  After three
heartbeats and a sigh, the dragon landed beside the clearing, apparently
under Salamander's control.  How he had managed that feat was beyond all
rational comprehension.

Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage.
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [K] minor changes in Addresses...
Date: 30 Jul 92 18:02:20 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

Some Minor changes on Adresses...


Hello!
**************************************
These are the people I have on as part of our [K] Thread:

Edward of Black Eagle Tower: "tomscud@owlnet.rice.edu"
Helios Darkmane: "Jpugsley@mihi.une.edu.au"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Karl: "djb6@midway.uchicago.edu"
Shade: "Mabr@sweden.hp.com"
Rhys: "willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Killian: "Z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu"
Jenever: "34ep2a2@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu"
Radan: "vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu"

Please respond if you are still going to be in the [K] Thread.

Radan Tsran

a.k.a. :a very confused Timothy
From: slybz@cc.usu.edu (Tanya Olsen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Azzar/Captain Return to the Dragon's Inn
Date: 30 Jul 92 13:16:36 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

Characters:  Azzar, Rhoan, and Captain

----

The trio heads back toward the Dragon's Inn, all three wondering what new
mishap will befall them since fate has decreed that they can not stay long with
those they wish to help.  At least, it seems that way!  But by some miracle,
nothing does.

It is late morning, only a couple hours since Azzar and Captain woke up in
Nestor's Inn.  The Plaza of Glittering Steel would be blinding if not so many
people were up and about going about their business.  Then there before them,
the Dragon's Inn.  Not even showing signs of the fire and mob of the night
before.  The trio look at each other:  Was it only yesterday that they left
this haven?  It feels like longer than that.

They head for the door.  Captain gallantly opens the door and ushers Azzar
inside.  Rhoan follows.  All three look battered and beaten, their clothes are
torn, they smell like smoke and their faces are smudged with soot.  Only a few
of the more observant regulars recognize them.

---

Lady Azzar of Bloodstone

---Captain
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