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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [streets] Kloote's past gets him
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 00:37:04 GMT

  Finally, the jailer was off duty, his wife had no work for him, and he could
go to a pub.  He was a bit bored, and he thought the Dragons Inn, with lots of
adventurers in it, would be more appropriate than Nesters Inn.  Perhaps he'd
meet the conjurer there who had played that trick on him...

[ADMIN  for those who didn't read the story then:
	Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist, was robbed in the streets, so
	he made a picture of the robber, went to the jail, and conjured him
	there, using the picture.  Kloote got his money back, the mugger was
	incarcerated, but when the jailer gave him the picture Kloote had
	made, the mugger tore it up and disappeared.]
---

  Lifilis Kloote left the Tower of Leviathan and crossed the Ceruputhon River.
He had a friend in a high position now; the Wyeriun seemed to be a very
important person in Generica.  Kloote's conjuring ability had opened a door
for him here too, and soon he would be on top again.  And this time he would
stay there.  The alcohol would not again make him do things he'd regret
afterwards.  He had control over himself now.  One glass per meal, not more.

  He decided to take a look at the city.  If he'd settle in Generica, he'd
have to find a place to live.  Of the streets leading in four directions from
the Plaza of Glittering Steel, he knew three, so he'd walk along the fourth,
the Southern one.  So when he reached the Plaza, he turned right into the
Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes.  But soon he found that he didn't like this part
of the city.  The houses south of the shops on the right side clearly showed
the poverty of their inhabitants.  On the left side: temples.
Bah!  Who needed temples?  He stopped and turned around.  He'd look North of
Dragons Lane, perhaps in the vicinity of Glorshanned Keep.

  But when he reached the Plaza again, a hand was placed on his shoulder from
behind.  He angrily turned around and found himself in the company of a bulky
half-ogre in scale mail and a female gnome, both with a grim air.
  "So there yar, Kloote!  We search whole city fah you," the half-ogre's voice
boomed over the plaza.
  Kloote's anger turned into embarrassment, then into quick action.
  "Not here.  Follow me!"

  As he guided them in the direction of Dragons Inn, he cursed quietly.  He
definitely did not need those two.


--
thomas kettenring, 3 dan, kaiserslautern, germany
...and then the dragon ate the princess and the knight, and he lived happily
ever after.   -- Grandma Addams telling Wednesday a story (paraphrased)
From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KN]  Free at last (?)
Date: 15 Nov 92 23:49:03 GMT
Organization: Computervision



	[RECAP:  Some folks have been kidnapped and kept in a dark room
	for some time.  The dark elf finally managed to burn through his
	ropes.  In order to cast a light spell, he needed a lens, but the
	only ones he had were the natural ones in his eyes.  So upon
	casting, he temporarliy blinded himself.]

		As the light spell commenced, the elf heard a door open,
	felt hands grip his arms tightly, smelt something passed under
	his nose.  Something sickennnningly sweeaeet and ssssssissspish...
	spishly...

		And, again, all went dark.

		He woke up with his head lying on a table.  There were
	lots of laughing voices around.  And the elf could smell ale.

		His head sprung up quickly.  Blearily but surely, things
	came into focus.  He knew where he was.  A fishtank had been added,
	but this was definitely the Dargon's Inn.  Obviously, he'd been
	rescued.  Groggily, he made his way to the bar.  He reached into
	his pouch (all right, he had his stuff back, too) and pulled out
	some cash.  To the crowd, he said, "Whoever rescued me, I'm buying
	your next drink."

		Actually, it came out, "Hoover reshkamee, implyinger
	neck stink."

		Littlefair suggested he take a room for the night.  The
	elf agreed, but he had this nagging feeling he really ought to be
	looking for someone.  But who?  And why?

		As his head hit the pillow, he wondered what happened to
	the others who'd been in that dark room, but of course, they must
	have been rescued, too.  A happy ending for allzzzzzzzzzzz...

	[ADMIN:  Nope, this isn't the end.  But I needed a way to 
	interact with others.  Anyone curious, e-mail me.]
From: ...sage@basement.library.generica.nexus
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: The Review (please read)
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 17 Nov 1992 04:31:18 GMT
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
Distribution: world
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au
Keywords: archives

I've been thinking about the Review and what sort of purpose it can
perform and have come up with the following:

I will endeavour to include all newcomers entrances, or those back
after a sustained absence (a month or so), plus whatever else catches
my eye, but I make no guarantees.

I will post a recap of the thread I am currently in, which at the 
moment is [KQ].

I will continue to post any review submissions from other threads that
make it to me by the time I post the review.

As an additional feature, if someone is looking for a thread to join,
or wants someone to rescue their character or, ... whatever ..., please
let me know as well. This can be included and will hopefully be read by
all, rather than having the possibility of your article being not read by
someone due to lack of time.

Yes, I know its egotistical to assume that most, if not all, will glance
through the review, but it does serve as a yardstick to the current happenings
of the Inn.

As always, I will endeavour to not repeat stuff verbatim, but just give
summaries and overviews to keep y'awl informed of the local gossip.

Maybe, at a future date, this can be incorporated into the Examiner under
the 'weekly happenings in Generica/Nexus' column :-)

					I remain the Inn's servant
							 	...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: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [blade] Max meets trouble (and 'Chip)
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1992 10:20:18 GMT

   The CyberWarrior was running at a far more leisurely pace than he 
had been before, to conserve the precious energy that he had collected
He was looking for any of the rest of this new group that he'd
apparently joined in the last half-day or so. A strange and motley crew
indeed, with all kinds of folk iin it. But who was he to judge, he a
CyberWarrior from another Realm. Ah, Telrir.
    This brought back a flood of memories of his homeworld.
   The smell of spring, the chill of winter, the feel of a grav-pad
flying through the air, with you controlling it. The College and the 
Academy where the CyberWarriors learned the ways of war, and also the
ways of peace and understanding.
    His friends, Tarn, Komi, Zack, all of them now dead. Ah the good old
days.
 
   He found that he could not help remembering the Final War with the
terrible Horde, driven by an unknown force. He had witnessed the
destruction they had caused to fair Telrir. He had escaped barely
through a chance of fate, to this world, never to return home.
 Max had wondered if he was the only one to have lived through the
holocaust, or if any Horde-servants had followed him through.
   He turned a corner.

   Wham!!!

  The CyberWarrior was up against the wall, where he had been thrown by
a huge humanoid, at least 9 feet tall.
   
  "Me Tragg. You give money NOW!!!"
 Max's first instincts took over.
 [PowerUp]

 /Acknowledged\
  
  Max's pistols came out of their holsters in one very quick fluid
motion. He pointed them at the ogre.

  "Back off, Bannen-face or I'll blow your head off!!"

  "Huh! Huh! Don't scare me wizard!!"

   The ogre lunged rather haphazrdly at Max, who dodged easily.
 The ogre turned around, as Max was behind him.
  
    "C'mere ya little runt"

   A fist came swinging through the air at the CyberWarrior's head.
  He ducked, and ran under. He was behind the Ogre again.
    
    "I'm gonna plaster ya!!!"

   Max decided he did not really want to learn the meaning of that last
phrase, and shot the ogre once in it's left leg.

   "AAAAHH!!!"
 
  There was a severely smoking patch on the ogre's leg. It collapsed in
an instant, screaming about it's leg.

  "Me leg!! Me leg!! Ya Bastard!!"

  Max turned to leave.

   "Hold it riiiight there, friend ", said a small figure, about 3'3"
 in height and the same in width.

   "Who are you, little man ?" asked Max incredulously.

   "Shuddup! I got a message for you and your friends ..."

   It was at that exact moment that 'Chip appeared behind the halfling.
 
  "
--
 Haggis: Haggis is a black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered not
only a delicacy, but fit for human consumtion.The minced heart, liver
and lungs of a sheep are mixed with oatmeal and boiled in the sheep's
stomach before ...Excuse me a minute... [Mithrandir/tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
organization: University of Maine System
Date: Sunday, 22 Nov 1992 17:27:51 EST
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] an aside with Farnham

               Approaching the magistrates biulding, Farnham thought about how
he might pull this off. Part of his illusionist schooling had been an extensive
 practice in acting, so he thought he could fool the magistrate. The question w
as, just what sort of information was he looking for? Obviously the creatures c
ontrolled by Hendrix would not reveal anything, and those that werent didnt kno
w anything anyways. "Well" Farnham thought maybe ill just have to get rough!
He entered the magistrates office and was immediatly taken aback by the glassy
eyed stare the secretary gave him. "Make it a bit more obvious!" Farnham though
t "Hendrix doesnt seem to want to hide the fact that hes got these people under
his contol, or maybe thats his point!"
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Moria:  Revenge and more good mornings
Date: 16 Nov 92 10:07:26 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Nov11.131333.3888@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:



>>  Now then. Did I hear you mention something about a quest? While I am peaceful
>>in nature, I have skills for wilderness survival and can fight well when needed
>>to fight. I just don't take lives unneccessarily."

>   "You'll have to talk to Amachiak, but I don't think that he will object
>too much.  After all, you are a 'great warrior of the Big Ones'!"  She
>smiled wryly at this, shaking her head.  "I am not much of a warrior
>myself, but my skills should be at least a little useful..."

>>Amachiak comes back with Moria's plate of food at this point, and Ixy pours a
>>couple classes of wine out. "It's a little expensive, but I felt I deserved it
>>after what I went through." again that rougish smile briefly appears on his
>>face.
ADMIN: Hey fellas! Amachiak is about 15cm tall, so he can't carry a plate 
alone. Well, it's done...

>   "At least it puts some color back in your face, my friend.  Finish your
>meal, and I will awaken Indigo and let him wake our other companion, some
>kind of warrior in lots of armor with a knack for moving quietly.  I think
>his name is Kotaro, but he didn't say too much about himself."
>   Moria took her plate from Amachiak, saying thank you, and giving him a
>very generous portion of the meal in return.  She accepted Ixy's offer of
>wine and soon finished off her breakfast.

>##Indigo.##

>##Wake up you lazy fish!  -{Image of smiling face}-  ##

>##That's it!!  Open your eyes and see the light!!##

>##Wake up Kotaro.  It's almost time to go.##

Amachiak winces a little bit. As if the shields done by Indigo and Chik-Cha 
wouldn't last anymore.
	"Are we leaving soon? Every moment lost takes my Queen further away."
Amachiak checks the saddlebags of his steed and puts some nuts into them.
	"Everybody in? The trip is about to begin!"

	Amachiak, the Leader of the Squiichar
    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: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Amachiak: Briefing to all involved
Summary: Amachiak's been around for a while
Date: 17 Nov 92 06:57:42 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Amachiak hears someone say something about finding him and getting on the 
way.
*Why, I've been sitting here on the table all the time. I've heard all, but 
no-one has noticed me after taht Ixy-thing burst into the Inn. Moria hasn't 
even been noticing me!*
	"Now, if everyone of us would be seated, I could tell, what we are 
against. I am Amachiak, the leader of Squiichar or the Royal Guard. I was 
first sent here with two of my men to deliver a serious message from our 
Court. The reason for this was the continuous attacking of those terrible 
marshmosters, real Swamp Creatures, who are wrecking our sweet Tantoln trees 
around the Great Marshes.
	"We had delivered our message, and had just left the Inn, when the 
Mystic Medallion here", he points the medallion hanging on his neck, "
delivered us the message of pain. Our beloved Queen had been kidnapped in 
the battles fought day before yesterday. I sent the two others, my 
lieutenants, back to secure the rest of the Royal family, and came back 
myself to gather a rescue party. Fro the Swamp Mosters are bigger than us, 
we need someone of the same size to help us to deal with them.
	"Now I've told everything I know so far. Let's get moving!"
Amachiak jumps on the back of Chik-Cha and starts towards the door.
	"If anyone has any questions, I can answer them on the way."
And he's gone out of the door...

	Amachiak, the Leader of the Squiichar

 
    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
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Friday, 20 Nov 1992 10:53:34 EST
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Blade] A task worth taking (An interlude with Farnham)

               On his trip back into generica Farnham had come to an obvious
conclusion. He was being pursued by Hendrix and his minions and his presence
was only putting his companions in danger. He decided not to pursue them but
to instead investigate how Hendrix had meddled in the political affairs of
Generica. In his new altered form Farnham was not recognizable, even to the
most savvy of magic-users (Even though his body did radiate a small amount
of magic if anyone bothered to check), and that gave him the oppertunity
to weasel his way into group controlled by the Motherspawn.
                      Farnham made his way past the Dragons-inn and on
towards the Imperial quarter, were he soon was stopped by two guards whose
job it was to keep out the common riff-raff of the town.
  "My good gentlemen!" Farnham said in his best aristocratic tone "What are you
 doing?"
  "State your name and buissness." one of the guards replied in a lackluster
tone.
 "Corwynn of Lankshire my good man. And my buissness is my own thank-you!"
Farnham started to push past.
 "Corwynn of lankashire? The gaurd inquired hesitently not knowing wether to
stop this pompious fool or to leave him be lest he lose his rations for the
Week"
 "yes you imbecile! Lankashire! now get your rank paws off of me and let me in
to see the Magistrate before I see you hanged!"
The guards companion nudged him "Let him thru Billy,he aint worth the trouble"
The guard let go of Farnham.
 "Sorry sir. Magistrates house is third on the left."
"I know you dolt!" Farnham exclaimed in his most foppish manner as he stalked
off.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: ignacio@sirocco.cs.odu.edu (Anthony Ignacio)
Subject: Copyrights
Organization: Old Dominion University, Norfolk, Va
Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 20:16:43 GMT

I forgot to note in my posting that my character's background is based on the
Realm of Darwath in Barbara Hambly's Darwath Trilogy.  I am NOT planning on
publishing any of my writing so I just wanted to let those people who might be
planning on making some sort of book form out of the threads that Kelanen's
background is NOT original.  Copyrights will come into play.

Thanx for your time.  :)

* * *

Anthony Ignacio
ignacio@cs.odu.edu
Kelanen Aldorion
From: alaric@sti.com (The Renaissance Man)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [SAM] Get's the Ball rolling..
Date: 18 Nov 92 02:27:18 GMT
Organization: Software Transformation, Inc.

In article <Bxv7w9.3JM@knot.ccs.queensu.ca>, awilliam@qucis.queensu.ca (Andrew Williams) writes:
]   "Of course I have armour.. well.. not REAL armour.. I've got this..
]    eh..Why do I need armour.. oh my gawd.. you're really gonna do 
]    this shadow walking thing.. aren't you? Oh Gawd.."
] 
]   Taking a deep breath, and an even deeper swig of his ale, Sam stands up
]   and begins to prepare for his journey...

Alaric, just finishing his mead, watches the process with interest and
a certain amount of approval.

]   As the first wave of laughter died down, Sam's head reappeared 
]   at the door.. 
] 
]    "Common then.. let's get moving.. I'm feeling lucky tonight!!" 

"That's a good start," Alaric replies with s slight smile.  He gestures to
F'nordren, Urkrea, and the other members of the motley party.

"Do I take it you are ready?  If so, the first thing I will need from you
 is some information -- some landmarks by which I may know the location of
 Chalamar, with which I am not immediately familiar."


-- 
      "Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom."  --  Thomas Jefferson
    ......................................................................
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 20:23:57 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista][L] The Battle is Joined

> "Someone go get Trawm, he'd be interested in this.  Serene, you might want to
> call the Mists to keep the inn from burning."  Without another word, Luthor
> ran out of the front door to deal with the elementals.

Luthor, less than a master in the art of combat, looked with his mage vision
at the battle scene.  He was looking for the lines of force which bound the
elementals into service, what he found was unexpected.  All of the lines
of control ran to the huge earth elemental.  If he was destroyed, the others
might flee to their home planes...or then again, they might run amuck in the
city killing Generica's finest.

As one of the small, newly created creatures rushed him, Luthor concentrated:
shifting, bending, twisting, and finally snapping the magic that bound the
earth elemental to its larger master.  It stopped, but only for a moment.
Then it resumed its charge toward Luthor who side-stepped it.

As it stopped and turned for another attack, Luthor surveyed the battle scene.
Firecat had just run outside in his feline form, and tangled with the Fire
elemental.  The small Earths were making their way to the front of the inn
as were the Water and Air.  The master Earth stayed behind to control the
others.

Luthor carefully positioned himself in the scene.  As the first Earth charged
him, he remained motionless, not daring to risk failure.  He could feel the
earth shake at the approach of this heavy creature.  He felt fear rise up
within himself, but pushed it back with confidence in his abilities.  He felt
the anger of the Earth...'why did you disturb me from my rest...why did you
bring me to the horrible surface...you must die!'

A moment before being crushed into road kill, Luthor melted into the shadows
of the lengthening day with the aid of his cloak.  Unable to stop, the first
Earth crashed into another who had been approaching from Luthor's rear.  The
two suprised Earths, full of inertia, created a ear spilitting crack as each
was reduced to rubble by the force of the other.

Back in the shadows, a glint of golden skin and a white flash of a smile :-)

     Love and Peace and An Object In Motion Tends To Stay In Motion...,
                          -The Dreamer-
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Max pauses to take a breather
Date: 17 Nov 92 10:55:09 GMT
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin


   Buildings flashing by,  mere blurs.
   A wail of confused guards, trailing into the distance.
   One corner, left.
   Two corners, right, left.

   The speed.
   Exilirating, amazing, it had been years since speed like this had
been seen in the city.
   Merchants in their stalls saw a form looking like a shining man,
whizz past, leaving a sort of trail of light.

   Max smiled to himself. He loved the run. Among the CyberWarriors, he
had been the second best at the run.


   /Power.Level.34%\

   "Bannen!"

   He stopped, quite suddenly, pulling a controlled skid of goodly
proportions. It took him a full 20 feet of ground to stop.

  [PowerDown]

  /Acknowledged\

  [BeginFullRecharge]

   /Acknowledged\

  Max removed the tattered remains of the robe he had bought only an
hour or so ago.
  His armor's solar plates extended, to provide more surface area to
absorb sunlight, or indeed any light.
  He looked rather like a metallic peacock in some respects.
  The people that were in the streets were staring at him iin frank
amazement.

   Max took an object off his belt, and placed it on the ground. The
obeject looked like a small box of metal, but it quickly unfolded into 
a small upended spider-like shape, an began to glow.

   Max turned and walked over to a merchant's stall.

  "I need anything you've got with carbon in it, coal, turf, things like
that."

  "Oh, indeed, y'lordship. I've a-got sumfink like that"

  The merchant sold Max a small ammount of turf, for a small ammount of
gold.

  Max placed a piece of the turf in the legs of the device.

 There was a shining bright light. People gasped.

  The turf was gone, the solar plume refolded itself.

  /Power.at.95%\

   The whole process had taken ten minutes.
  People were confused.

 'Got to find the others'

 Max turned and began to run back to scene of the crime, at a much more
normal pace.

  Later that day, there was a rumour that there was a new performance
act in town, called the Shining Man.


  
--
 Haggis: Haggis is a black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered not
only a delicacy, but fit for human consumtion.The minced heart, liver
and lungs of a sheep are mixed with oatmeal and boiled in the sheep's
stomach before ...Excuse me a minute... [Mithrandir/tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]