HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: hutch@ibeam.intel.com (Steve Hutchison)
Subject: Re: Lucas discloses some important information...
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 18:54:36 GMT

[admin:  This seems to have gotten lost in the noise.]

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

At the old Dragon Questors' table, Lancos and Kadrys were trading puns.
'Raelf stopped in mid-swig.  He had momentarily glanced over at the table
where Father Lucas sat in mid-humiliating-protracted-conversational-pause 
with Saphhire - the blue-skinned woman seemed dazed or paralyzed with
horror or maybe just stunned - and the blond man had felt a brief sense of
sympathy for Luke, clearly not a comfortable conversationalist, and then
the priest had looked up, and their eyes met for a split second.

'Raelf felt a momentary discomfort and wondered why he had a sudden
aversion for the fellow.

Mary returned to work, bemused by the image of the Black Drag On Inn.
Serene had come down, briefly, to help with the late afternoon crowd,
pushing aside Mary's concerned admonition with a promise to stop as soon
as the crowd passed.

Then, at the next table, Serene discovered that her old friend Krupp
couldn't hold his liquor any more.  Father Lucas, stirred from his profound
disappointment with the universe to mere apathy, turned his chair around
and in a deadpan voice, asked Krupp precisely the WRONG question:

  "Excuse me, sir," Lucas asked matter-of-factly. "But are you aware of the
fact that you are dead...?"
 
Ar'Elya, for the first time, noticed the little priest.  He nudged 'Raelf
in the side and pointed.  <<Rafe!  Ick!  You know what that guy is?>>

<<What, the Hobbit ghost?>>

<<No, the one talking.  Read the archetypes.>>

<<Oh.  Geez.  You better not talk to it, Ray.>>

<<I know.  He'll destroy that ghost if he talks to it.>>

A moment's hesitation: 'Raelf started to get up, but then the Hobbit ghost
stood up and approached Kadrys.  Lucas looked even more depressed, and
'Raelf sighed in relief.  He signed a brief sentence towards Luke, knowing
that he'd understand it if he cared enough to think about it:

"Thanks for not draining the little guy.  Have a drink on me?"

Then he returned his attention to the Hobbit.
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] the killing of a thread...
Date: 26 Jan 93 01:23:10 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet (Master Hawk) writes:
>   The following characters are back in circulation:
>   Moria Runecaster
>   Ixyanophor (or however you spell it...:-)

THe spelling has been, and is:
Ixnaphior.
Ixy is his nickname (since Ixnay just doesn't work well in conversation :-)
However, back to the un-thread.

'Dark. that's what it is.' IXy thought to himself. Then his intelligence 
turned on again. 'Your eyes are closed, dummy.' he thought. His eyes open
to reveal the pleasant surroundings of the inn. Moria is there too, but not 
looking in very good condition. Ixy takes various herbs from his belongings
and starts treating her wounds.

-- 
--Matthew Charlap
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This is STILL a test of the .signature 
If this were a real .sig file, something else would be here, not just a name.
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade] Gortok arrives at the Dragons-Inn
Summary: Gortok and Tyrone search for Meshtak
Keywords: Blade Sir tyrone Gortok
Date: 25 Jan 93 16:15:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <1993Jan25.123017.10325@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>, mreinker@nyx.cs.du.edu (matthew Reinker) writes...
> 
>	Tyrone was swearing. "He's possesed, he must be. He's completely
>insane. The mad fool. He'll get himself and everyone else killed."  Tyrone
>grabbed Gortok by the arm.  "We have to stop him, he knows not what he does."
>	"Yup," muttered Gortok. "This is bad." He pulled out the
>instruction manual for his axe.  If he was going to be in a fight, he was
>going to be prepared.



As Gortok flipped through his manual, a voice from the back corner of the Inn
(the one with decent lighting, not one of the nineteen dark ones) called out,
"Sir Tyrone!  I say, there!"  The decidedly odd individual known as Arcadio
abandoned his drink to stride across the room towards the wererabbit and his
new companion.  Halfway there, he reconsidered, and went back for his drink.
When he got to the two, he nodded in greeting, and said, "It's good to see 
someone familiar!  Everyone ran off in separate directions after that nastiness
with the guards.  When I couldn't find anyone, I came back here.  Have you any
news of what has transpired since?"  He finished his drink in one quick swallow,
and regared the knight with interest.
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From: pope@physics.su.OZ.AU (The Nightstalker)
Subject: [N]  The Nightstalker and the Lich
Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia
Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1993 01:53:50 GMT

ADMIN:  For those who remember the Mista/Luthor thread of last year,
you will recall that The Nightstalker was left to fight the Lich that
had kidnapped Mista.  Nothing to date has been posted about this
confrontation, until now.....

Luthor had left with Mista, the child was now for the moment safe, and
The Nightstalker sighed a sigh of relief in his mind.  The task at hand
was more than enough for his attention, without having to worry about 
the child.  It was still a puzzle that the devilkind wanted the child,
but no puzzle why he had used this undead as his instrument.  He generally
never did things himself directly.  The Lich was angry, and no doubt fearful
because it had failed, and failure brought punishment.  The Nightstalker
mused on this, and decided the Lich shoud be more afraid of him, because
undead normally were.  The creature was too powerful to destroy straight
off, using The Nightstalkers ability to harm the undead, he would need a
little softening up.

A large fireball disrupted The Nightstalkers thoughts, sending him flying
back into a stack of old crates, setting them blazing.  Soon the whole
building would be ablaze.  This, thought The Nightstalker, was not good.
The Lich became cocky, as evil often does, and appproached the blazing boxes,
expecting a char-grilled warrior-mage.  What he found was the form of a
salamander, who breathed a large flame back at the undead creature.  This
soon changed its demeanor once more to anger.  The Nightstalker, however,
was on a roll, now back in his human form.  Soon Dragon's Breath (the mages
blade), was whistling through the air, and removed one of the Lich's limbs.
An unholy cry was heard, long, loud and piercing.  It sent a shiver down
The Nightstalkers spine.

"In the name of The Only True God, I banish you to destruction", was The
Nightstalker's cry as his hand reached out and touched the undead.  Then,
it was gone, and in its place a pile of mouldering dust.

Now the builing was truly ablaze, and The Nightstalker was not in the mood
for a sauna.  His form melted into nothingness, leaving the scene of yet
another battle between good and evil to destroy and sign of it.

--
Mick Pope,                                          |      "On Christ the
Sir Frank Packer Dept of Theoretical Physics,   ----|----   solid rock I
School of Physics, University of Sydney,            |       stand, all other
Sydney, Australia, 2006.  (02) 692 3241             |       ground is sinking
                                                    |       sand." - C. Wesley
                                                    | 
And the comment for today is:  
          
"Everything that exceeds the consumer's requirements is held violently"
                                -Thomas Aquinas
From: ...sage@basement.library.generica.nexus
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: This Week in Review (Jan-16-22)
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 22 Jan 1993 05:49:24 GMT
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
Distribution: world
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Keywords: archives


ADMIN: note, that due to time lags, some things may not reach my site
until the week after you post them. To make sure a thread review or
other article you wish included is included, please email me.

ADMIN: could we maybe set up a listing of people in the Inn between 
	threads? I volunteer to keep it. Essentially people tell me 
	when they are in the Inn, and when they leave.

			  This Week in Review
				-=-=-=-=-
                   Dragon's Inn and Newcomers Review:
			     	-=-=-=-=-
Kevin drops in, literally, and Marcel goes home.
..sage comes back to the Inn, after chronicling [KQ] in Sanctuary.
Kadrys meets up with 'Raelf and ar'Elya in the Inn.
Meran Quicksilver enters and with E'Karam, helps Kevin heal.
Kevin, Meral and E'Karam leave with Dramic.
			     	-=-=-=-=-
			    Thread Catalogue
				-=-=-=-=-

[DB] title: Dark Blades
     contact: Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman <mabr@sweden.hp.com>
     notes: Dark Blades are a Low City-gang. They have killed/kidnapped Verden,
        third merchant of Generica and are framing Rameshan. They are also
        looking for an Artifact in the Shunned Center, AND carefully following
        the exploits of the Demon Spiders....

[TW] title: Twentlan Rescue Team
     contact : Jorma Pesonen     <jpesonen@viikki.helsinki.fi>
     notes: Leader of the Squiichar came to the Inn to gather a party
	to rescue the Queen of his people. Three people joined: Moria
	Runecaster, Indigo Merman and Kotaro Toka. They left town at morning.

[ST] title: Strange Tent
     contact : Jorma Pesonen     <jpesonen@viikki.helsinki.fi>
     notes: see in submitted reviews below 

[L&S] title: Luthor and Serene. 
     contact: asg102@psuvm.psu.edu, alden@coos.dartmouth.edu
     official characters: Luthor, Serene
     Primary Themes: Love, Family, Adventure, Enjoying Life,
		 	Good vs. Evil, Loss, and Revenge
     Secondary Themes: Meteorology, strained carrots, colorblindness.

[MI] title: Moriarty Investigations
     contact: Aaron Humphrey <aaron@space.ualberta.ca>
     involved: Dariel (Bernard Hsiung), the Mage Guild(common property),
		Jameson (Kelly J. Cooper), ...sage
     notes: moving towards story-telling mode

				-=-=-=-=-
			 submitted reviews to follow
				-=-=-=-=-
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no submitted reviews
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					compiled by ...sage
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  email : pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au & sage@maria.wustl.edu
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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 11:51:16 EST
From: The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: The Dreamer Diagnosed

    First of all, thanks to those of you who have expressed their concern
about my health.  After 3 days of a 102 fever and a bunch of really annoying
symptoms, I went to the doctor.  She told me (after a bunch of tests) that I
had the first signs of mono.
     For those of you who don't know what that is, it means that I am going
to feel rather ill and run down for the next few months.  This IS going to
interfere with my job and since I post while I am working (shh, don't tell
my boss), it may interfere with my participation in APDI.

     On a more positive note, it looks like Kadrys is going to be with us
for a few more years :-) !!!!!

     Love and Peace and Hope,
          -The Dreamer-
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From: bus2@quads.uchicago.edu (cass roberts buscher)
Subject: Inn (introduction)
Reply-To: bus2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 05:12:54 GMT

A huge, wide man who had been sitting relatively unnoticed inside the inn for some while finally began to look up from his drink.  Slowly he began to pull off
his numerous furs he had been wearing to reveal a much thinner man.  His dark skin was covered with various scars.  And the sleeveless(sp) shirt he wore was 
covered in numerous stains that had set permanently.  His long black hair was notted and tied into various braids.
	From inside one of the folds of the fur garments he wore he pulled out a sack.  He weighed occasionally in both hands.  Then he stood up and walked over to the bar.  He dropped the sack with a resounding thud and clanck.
	"Pay for all drinks from this tonight.  And let it be known that Aldo the Silk Merchant is generous with his money."
	He turned chuckling, about his own melodramatic speech, and walked back to the table he had been sitting at.  And he began to watch, who would take him up on his offer.

ADMIN:  This is not Aldo the Silk Merchant, but rather Arin'kel a wanderer who happened upon someone else'e money.  He chose to share his good fortune.  He is a tall lanky man, who is of some Gypsy like stock.  He will be very friendly to any who wish to join his drinking.  His body may appear old and hard, but his eyes reveal a youthful expression.
Cass.  bus2@midway.uchicago.edu
From: jdb9453@zeus.tamu.edu (BARRON, JOE D)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: [Ell/Blade]  Anyone home?
Date: 24 Jan 1993 17:52 CST
Organization: Texas A&M University, Academic Computing Services
Distribution: world
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News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41    


	Hi, folks, I'm back.  A day or two after you receive THIS 
post, I will be coming back to the Inn and hope that someone I know 
is still there.  I've finished with him adventuring for awhile and
he even has a couple of new toys to play with.

	If whoever's keeping the directory and the summary could 
put Ell back in the active list, I'd be greatly appreciative.


	*blatantly stolen from Dreamer*

	War, Hell, and Painful Returns..
	    Ellesariel Silverlock


			*What can I say, I liked it*
			*And the sincerest form of *
			*flattery and all that.... *
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: st1pn@rosie.uh.edu (Tan hat, gray coat, black Converse....)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Fizzle/Fleck]  The answer to the question
Date: 22 Jan 1993 11:34 CST
Organization: University of Houston
Distribution: world
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In article <silk.727566816@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes...
>Fizzle looks at the enlarged pixie.  "Hello there, little one.  Welcome to
>the Dragon's Inn.  I've not seen your kind in ages.  How come you've
>ventured into the mortal world?  I'd thought you'd left for good after the
>hunting down of pixies..."

At the mention of the word "pixies", Fleck realizes that the old man is
speaking to him.  He wrenches his attention from the fireplace or something
and starts to stand up.  Of course, he's double his normal size.  Which takes
some getting used to.

The table that Fleck and the wizardly type are at suddenly bumps upward.

>"Hmm...must be not too good on the ground..."  He mutters some more, and
>the pixie begins to float upwards on a disk of force.

Fleck, suddenly finding that he's gaining altitude even though he's sitting
down, stops rubbing his head and stares blankly at the ceiling as he gets 
closer to it.  Then he stops, and hey boy--he's at just the right level to
rest his elbows on the table.  Which is nice.  Score one for the ars magica.

>Fizzle waves down a barmaid and orders a glass of honeysuckle nectar and
>another mug of mulled apple cider.
> 
>The waitress brings over their order, and looks a bit strangely at the
>pixie, but shrugs, and moves on.  "So, why are you here?"

The pixie hesitates a few long moments, then proceeds to take off his heavy
coat, which is ingeniously designed so as not to lop off one's bug wings in
the process of removing it.  He bows his head shamefully, glances at some
kind of half-hearted barfight over a drinking contest.

Raising his gaze to Fizzle's, he says softly, "Revenge."

Which is bad for pixies to think about.  Fleck suppresses an involuntary
shudder at the thought, and rests his forehead in his hands.  His light-
colored hair falls down to obscure his expression.


>fizzle
mdc
--
"Why not nip into McDonalds just to use the     'quick, someone remind
 toilet?  It's a good symbolic gesture."         me to think.'
   --Deadline                                      --strake@dartmouth.edu
From: ...sage@basement.library.generica.nexus
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ...sage (inn) buys Luke a drink
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Date: 26 Jan 1993 02:17:29 GMT
Organization: the basement of the Great Library of Generica
Distribution: world
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Keywords: archives

..sage relaxed with his drink and took in the surroundings of the
Inn. Wood panelled floor with the occasional stone insets to help
give support to some of the Inn's larger customers.
Smokey rafters that would never be clean again, and the ever-
present Littlefair, wiping a glass behind the bar as he exchanged
pleasantries with another patron.

The Rabble had quietened down to a low buzz as they made bets on
anything and everything they could see, smell or spit on, and the
shadowy corners seemed to somehow be less menacing than usual.

The number of non-descript people with something non-non-descript
about them still seemed to be high, but that was to be expected.
An Inn like Littlefair's seemed to attract more than its fair
share of oddities. 

..sage grinned. As a blind albino drow, who was also a librarian
and an archmage, he was hardly a non-oddity himself.

His mind wandered to Father Lucas again, the man who had appeared
from the bulk of Great Mother, and who he had taken away from the
unholy grotto before it collapsed on top of them.

He could not delve past the apathy that encompassed this man's mind.
It was all-consuming and ...sage would give up probing each time, 
before he realized it, despite his determined resolve.

Catching Littlefair's eye, he motioned the barkeep over and ordered
a 'Melancholy Orange' for the morose priest, then watched with 
blank eyes as a serving girl dropped off the drink at Luke's table.



						 	...sage

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From: ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Request for Publishing Information
Date: 25 Jan 93 16:21:07 GMT
Organization: Penn State University

Sorry, this is not really in the APDI subject, but I need some help.
I got a really great idea for a book yesterday and I was wondering if
anyone out there knew anything about getting a book published.

Help Help Help :-)

No, this book is not based on anything on APDI...It's not even fiction.

     Love and Peace and Inspirations,
             -The Dreamer-
From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Liquor, liquor, everywhere...
Date: 26 Jan 93 21:35:34 GMT
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA.  USA

In article <C1H5v1.Fyp@ibeam.intel.com> hutch@ibeam.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) writes:
>

>---------------------

             Lucas watched the ghostly halfling as he wandered off to the tab-
le where the Vampire and 'kani were sitting, silently hoping there wouldn't be
much more fuss about the situation. The little man was dead, and while there
certainly were unusual circumstances surrounding that death, it was nothing to
get into a... oh no, thought Lucas, as he noticed the male 'kan signing to him.
 
>
>"Thanks for not draining the little guy.  Have a drink on me?"
>
              Lucas felt even more depressed. The 'kan had recognized him for
what he was, and wanted to at the very least further relations. Perhaps even
ask him for advice... Lucas shuddered at the thought. But he managed a wan 
smile, and signed back 'Whatever you wish...' 
              Then the 'kan turned away, which gave Lucas a great sense of re-
lief. He would not have to talk after all, at least not yet. Discussion was al-
ways such a trial... Lucas turned back to his own table just as Serene set down
a glass containing a dull orange drink in front of him. Lucas was moderately
surprised... had hadn't noticed the 'kan signal her. He looked up at Serene
questioningly, but she smiled and nodded, not towards the 'kan, but towards
the drow archmage sitting by himself in a different part of the Inn.
              Lucas' looked at the elf who had brought him back from that hel-
lish chamber beneath the city, and didn't really like what he saw. The elf's
sightless eyes and smooth face contained a mixture of pity, sympathy, and a
barely concealed hunger... and Lucas knew what that hunger concerned...
              Ignoring the drink, he sighed, got up, and shuffled across the
Inn to the archmage's table, where he stood and stared resignedly at the drow.

              "All right, sir," he said despondently. "Let's get this over
with..."
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Fizzle returns
Date: 20 Jan 93 21:53:36 GMT

In <11JAN199301091729@jane.uh.edu> st1pn@jane.uh.edu (Tan hat, gray coat, black Converse....) writes:

>In article <silk.726172301@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes...
>>In <29DEC199219223263@jane.uh.edu> st1pn@jane.uh.edu (R@) writes: 
>>"Now then, you said something??"

>"Erm, well, er," says Fleck.  He looks at the ceiling, then at the walls.
>Seeing that things are not quite getting Very Bad, he starts looking for
>something suitable for sitting on.  Keeping in mind that his bug wings call
>for something lacking a back rest.  This process of looking for something
>to sit on looks like it might take a while, as his little gray cells are
>already pressed for processor time, what with the many many Idle Thoughts
>that pixies ponder on.

>So he decides to sit on the floor next to the table.  Which works rather well,
>except for the fact that now he can only see the underside of the table....


Fizzle looks at the enlarged pixies.  "Hello there, little one.  Welcome to
the Dragon's Inn.  I've not seen your kind in ages.  How come you've
ventured into the mortal world?  I'd thought you'd left for good after the
hunting down of pixies..."

"Hmm...must be not too good on the ground..."  He mutters some more, and
the pixie begins to float upwards on a disk of force.

Fizzle waves down a barmaid and orders a glass of honeysuckle nectar and
another mug of mulled apple cider.

The waitress brings over ther order, and looks a bit strangely at the
pixie, but shrugs, and moves on.  "So, why are you here?"

fizzle
From: guido@rbg.informatik.th-darmstadt.de (Guido Roessling)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Gernodt] Still waiting
Date: 27 Jan 1993 16:24:41 GMT
Organization: TU Darmstadt
Distribution: world
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It was already growing late (or rather,it was starting to get early).Gernodt sat
at his table.The dwarf had left some minutes before,having promised to return in
the early evening. He was growing bored,and with him,this was dangerous....
Finally,he noticed a someone who had seemingly listened raptly to his tale and
was still regarding him intently. Gernodt grumbingly nodded at the stranger,
hoping for an answer. 'If no answer comes within the next hour,I'm going to
leave this rotten inn',he thought.


>> Come on,why doesn't anyone wish to participate ? What am I doing wrong ?
>> Thanks for your help (the text above is meant as a (rather massive) hint...)

So long,Guido
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