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From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Meshtak, deflects Blades attack
Date: 2 Oct 92 13:32:28 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>Blade suddenly understands. It is not the child he is after, but this cat-man
>that now stands before him. Blade continues his rush toward the draga (which
>is not very fast at all, Blade being very slow) Meshtak seems more alert now,
>adrenalin burning away the alcohol very quickly and restoring him to sobriety.
>Trawm is sitting to the side, healing and enjoying what he thinks will be a
>very good fight.
>	However just as Blade closes in on Meshtak, Meshtak takes his whip
>and unrolls it under Blade. Blade pays it little attention, until it shifts
>into the shape of a bo staff, and suddenly Blade is wedged on the end of the
>staff, the other end stuck in the ground. Meshtak grabs the staff quickly,
>and using Blade's momentum, flips the dark creature over his head. Blade comes
>down on his back, and struggles to right himself.
>	Meshtak takes a moment to shoot a couple of arrows into Blade, but they
>don't penetrate the creature's powerful exoskeleton. So Meshtak rushes over to
>Arcadio. "You a wizard?" he asks desperately. "Never mind, it doesn't matter.
>Can you help me lure this guy to the docks? I can't pull too many tricks
>like that before getting skewered."
       Leaping from building to building, Chip finally caught up to the action
just in time to see Meshtak do his trick and to over hear him talking to the 
wizard.
>	Meanwhile, Blade is mad. He looks up and attacks the first thing he
>sees...which happens to be Chip. "Kill Meshtak!" he snarls, lumbering at Chip
>and looking menacing.
>	Meanwhile, the sound of galloping horses is heard...a small contingent
>of the guard, sent to check things out.
       The buzzing sound from Chip increased to almost the intensity of a swarm
of Locusts.  With a cry of SSchi'eh Chip leapt in to the attack, His gythka
almost blindingly bright.  Chip waits for blade to charge and the jumps over,
behind him then stikes hard with both gythka doing, almost nothing except leave
some pitiful looking dents.  Seeing how that's almost useless, he decides to 
try to lure him over to the edge of the dock...
ADMIN since i'm going to be awy from the computer for ahwile, feel free to 
use chip as much as you want to, as long as you don't kill him and you keep
him in character (If someone mentions who sent blade, Chip is going to me a 
bit perturbed{look at his deity) and is most likey going to want to destroy
her for using the same title)
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If it doesn't bite you         *Chip'Chirip'cherebaklamapacth
   eat it                       * Champion of the Great Queen Mother
If it does bite you, kill it    *                SSchi'eh
  then eat it                   * AKA Don Shaffer
        Thri-kreen saying       *     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
         rough translation      *
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From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: Amberle tunes up
Reply-To: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1992 23:38:42 GMT




     Amberle looked at her companion across the table he was still
muttering and being a jerk so she looked around to amuse herself.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as long as one didn't mind all
the unusual attention brought about by the auspicious entrance and
of course that fact that Miscrir can really be a big jerk at times.

     "Oh well might as well tune up." she muttered through a sigh
and began to shuffle a set of cards that she produced mysteriously
from seemingly no where. 

     With out any plan Amberle began to throw the cards down on the
table and let them lay on their own.  A few cards emerged from the
pile and she looked at them.  

     The first card was the closest to her and was the card she had
chosen to represent herself.  Smiling she looked at the card and
down into the picture.  Slowly the picture changed and soon showed
a yet smaller version of Amberle.  She looked at the picture a
minute, adjusted her hair a little, and moved on to the next cards.

     The next card lay directly infront of Miscrir.  'Ruin' she
thought.  Well that certainly does fit the big lug.  Slowly the
picture too changed and became a little view of the bar room and
then focused on Miscrir in general.  Smiling she returned the card
to the pile in the middle.

     "Nothing out of the ordinary well seems to be just right"

     She turned to the next card that lay infront of an empty chair
at the table.  It seemed to be fluctuating between two images.  A
king of... well hard to tell but the other one is Death for sure.

     Seeing this type of high cards representing people brought
back memories of her mother and what she always said ...
"Don't worry about Death that just meant a big change its The Tower
you need to worry about that person has Ruin following him like a
plague..."  So right you are Mother how right you will never know.

     Turning to examine the next empty chair she noticed that some
one was coming over.  Smiling, she thought "and what card will he
be, Death perhaps?"

     ...and so the group begins to form...
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: How to run or guide a thread???
Summary: I have a plot, but I need some advice
Date: 6 Oct 92 12:36:24 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


ADMIN: Please help. I have a plot, my old RM campaign, which could be easily 
converted into a a.p.d-i thread, but I don't know how to conduct it. As 
being a novece (3rd week on a.p.d-i) I need some assistance. This plot could 
be introduced to a single party, but it could easily enhance other threads 
(as one aspect of it is world conquest...Can be left out...).
I'm going to make some direct inquiries on willing participants, but I like 
to know, is it possible to have an almost GM-run thread, and if it is, then 
how it could be most easily set into motion (and run)

Thank you in advance,
	Jozma	:-)
	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage of Cerdrylann
	Merol of Kirilin

 
    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: mccall@Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] So much for THAT idea...
Date: 30 Sep 92 16:47:08 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY


     Mardan does not shall respond well to questioning, in fact its quite
obvious he's used to being the one *doing* the questioning. In addition, he
really has no answers to Brent's questions(he's been in this world less than
a full day, and spent about 1/3 of that sleeping) At any rate he stands
back toward one side of the room where he can watch (1) Brent, in case he 
tries something, (2) the door in case of further attacks, and (3) the
window for the same reason. 

    To those who havent really seen Mardan before, its quite evident from the
uniform and stance that he has extensive  military training, and is probably
quite good with the long sword that he's holding.


ADMIN : To those with any mental sensitivity(Psi powers or the like) you 
can  sense a mental field  emanating from Mardan, as if he's mentally watching
the edges of the room(a ward of sorts if you like).

-Mardan, Bashar XVI Corps,Elite Investigator.

AKA


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From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Merol's plight, and a new set of friends...
Date: 1 Oct 92 20:03:34 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

>	"You scum take that back!", shouts the young man, "I'm not a loonie, 
>I'm Merol Of Kirilin, and I'm not from this world. I come from Kethira, from 
>the island of Harn. I was washed out of the ship that was taking me from 
>Aleath to Golotha and I found myself from this..this..Place without real 
>gods. Oh, Peoni, wouldn't you help me?!".
>	He drops to his knees and starts to sob.
>
Radan noticed this young man's plight, as did Shade, before Shade could console
the man, Radan said, "Here, come eat with us, and I will have a talk with the
captain.  We'll see about getting you a room and something for you to wear.  I
think I have some extras in my room and if the captain doesn't mind I will have
you stay in my room.  Does this sound ok?  Merol?  Please get up off the floor
so that you don't mess yourself up more than you already are."  Radan went over
and comforted the destraught man, "come and sit with us, I will go get you some
thing to eat, ok?"  Seeing that Merol was a bit quieter than he used to be,
Radan went to the dining line and picked out fresh fruit, some bread, and berry
sweet wine for the stranger.  He went back to Merol, and set the plate down on
the table, "Here friend, we will guide you to a place where you will be able to
find what you seek, Home."

Radan's words seemed to sooth him, and Merol began to eat the food offered,
meanwhile, Radan went to the captain to plea for Merol's case, and to pay for
his journey to Generica, and a room...

Radan Tsran
a.k.a. Timothy

ADMIN: Merol, Welcome to the introduction into the campaign.
I will forward this to Shade, and let you two get a dialog going...
                                                              
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From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 17 - a day off?
Date: 1 Oct 92 20:45:44 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH


  When Serene took a short break and Mary Littlefair covered for her,
she walked over to where Luthor was sitting.  He was writing in
something that looked like a journal.  For a moment, he looked up and
saw her approaching.  A bright smile spread across his face.  He put
the journal and pen inside his BLACK cloak and stood.

  "Ah, Serene my lovely.  I am indeed happy to see that you have not
forgotten me after all of these months...er...um...well you know what I
mean,"  he said.  The difference in time streams made it difficult to
express what he meant.  

  Serene's grey eyes twinkled as she smiled.  "How could I forget such a
gentleman?  I have been wishing you safe times in the selfish hope of spending
a merry day or two with you."  The ponytail swung in an expression of
delight.

  "Well, when should we tour the city then?  I do admit that I have
been looking foreward to it and now that my business is done elsewhere,
I have a lot of free time." Then he remembered his meeting at dawn of
the next day.  "I have a meeting tomarrow, so why don't we do this
today?  We have enough time to see most of the sights before dark.  How
about it?"

  She looked eager.  "If you can assure Mary that you will remind me to
eat and drink plenty of water, I think she will be well pleased to see
me get out into the fresh air.  Let me help her finish up with the
breakfast crowd and then I will happily give you my day!"

  "Well then, that settles it.  I see that you are rather busy here, so
I will let you return to your work."  Luthor reached into his cloak and
pulled out a blue rose which he presented to Serene with a sweeping bow.

  She accepted the blossom with a faint blush and a graceful hand.  "I
thank you, Maker of Shadows."  Not many minutes later, the rose was plaited
into her free-falling hair as the Fog Dancer appeared wrapped in a soft
grey cloak at Luthor's side.  Her voice softer than her usual barmaid's
brass, she asked, "Are you ready?  The sights of the city beckon."
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
lfa@dartmouth.edu
From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [MC] Twine and Charn [Low City] Eye Spy
Date: 26 Sep 1992 22:20:51 GMT
Organization: Baylor College of Medicine
Originator: albert@chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu


	
	"Twine.  Report."
	"Twine," barked Charn.  "Where are you, scut-faced monkey-kin?"
	"Here lord, I was cleaning my blades."  A screen on the wall in
front of Charn shimmered, and Twine's face appeared.  He was standing in
a Low City alley.
	"I have been scrying the city, looking for the Magna Veritan."
	"But that _thing_ in the Shunned Center-"
	"Is no concern of mine.  It is mad, as is all her kind.  My
scry-scans report that its group mind is focused on something else, so
my probes should go unnoticed."
	"Have you found him, Lord?"
	Charn growled, "Not, as yet.  That thing is disrupting the
etherial flow.  However, I do have a question for you, slave."
	"Gulp.  Yes, Lord?"
	"I scried a monkey-girl speaking of the 'gut-man', who is killing
children of the city.  It is _not_ you."  
	"No Lord.  I kill for you alone."
	"That is good.  Killing whelps is beneath you.  They cannot fight
back, and as such, are beneath us, except as slaves, of course"
	"Of, of course, Lord."
	"What news do you have of the Magna Veritan?"
	"His name is Marcel Delacroix.  He is staying at the Dragon's Inn,
or at least he was last night.  One of the barmaids says she saw him leave
with a bunch of adventurer-types."
	"Who?"
	"Umm, the tatooed lady, Azzar.  The dark skinned warriors.  A
couple of rangers.  The lizard man, Thk.  At least I think so, some of the
Watch came in and said Thk was dead, though."
	"They are incompetant.  Thk lives.  Anyone else?"
	"Oh yes, Kron."
	"KRON?  Terrance E. Kron, formerly of the City Watch?"
	"Um, yes Lord.  I think so."
	"Balefires!!  They go to face the Great Mother.  My last chance of
ending this damnable exile, and he goes to face the Great Mother.  Twine!"
	"Yes, your greatness?"  Twine shuddered.  He had never seen the
Master that angry.  And his demon master could get quite angry....
	"[untranslatable], grumble.  Go to the Dragon's Inn.  If
Delacroix returns, deliver this message."  <<Squeal Burst transmit
sequence 54.A, passcode="Kadandra">>
	Twine stiffened, then relaxed.  "Message received, Lord."
	"Then go."  <<Disconnect>>
-- 
Rick Jones				Systems Support Center
albert@bcm.tmc.edu			Baylor College of Medicine
Voice: 713-798-7352			standard disclaimers apply
"No matter how hard you try, you can't bend a cracker." - Linus VanPelt
From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Subject: [G] Roger and Respect,Recognition, and Recovery
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 01:25:38 GMT



As Roger stands watch on the right flank, the rest of the lizardmen
are either killed or incapacitated.  When the last foe falls, Roger
feels a wave of dizziness pass over him, and a hazy vision forms,
superimposed over the landscape.  He sees the men that 'visited' him
in the inn sitting at a table with a board and pieces set up.  He
sees them exchange words, but does not hear them.  The vision fades
as the man in black smugly smiles.

After a short pause, he surveys the scene.  He sees Glysten with Traveler
standing over him and Wanderer near by with Bran Pathseeker.  Thorr-kan
has disappeared into the woods on his steed, and Galland is nowhere to
be seen.  He hears an approaching horse, but relaxes as Kordane walks
his steed back to the battle site.

Roger relaxes and gathers Traveler's mount as well as Bone, his own horse.
As he leads the horses over to Traveler, he reflects on what he saw in 
the melee.  A look of realization passes over Roger's face, and he meets
Traveler's gaze.  Roger notes approvingly that Traveler does not shy away
from his skull and crossbone pupils.  If anyone is watching carefully,
they note the look of recognition pass between the two men, and Roger give
a slight nod as he moves to stand beside Traveler, slightly behind and to
the side of him, holding their steeds by the reins.

At this point, Traveler speaks.  Roger shows no reaction to the 
compliment, but does get a sour look at the mention of Galland's name.  
Roger then speaks to the group, "The brand of chaos is one sign of
who is behind this attack, and yet another is a vision that I received
at the end of the melee.  I saw the Elders seated at a table with
the game board Glysten mentioned between them.  They exchanged words,
and the White looked pleased.  I don't know the source of the vision,
but I think that the Black was behind the ambush.  What worries me, though,
is that as the vision ended the Black had a smile on his face... I
advise that we be on our toes and not be so stupid in the future."

After this, Roger looks around at the group and blandly states,
"This ain't gonna be no walk in the park, chummers."


Brian Shea
taz@athena.mit.edu
"Some people should die.  That's just unconcious knowledge."
		--Jane's Addiction
From: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Mystfo attempts to figure things out.
Date: 27 Sep 92 16:23:03 GMT
Reply-To: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology

<ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu writes>

>Luthor turned back to the strange human.
>"Feeling better pal?  You humans sure are a strange group," Luthor chuckled.
>
>"Oh, I just realized, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Luthor Anside,
>Last of the Children of the Blue Star.  I originally come from a place called
>Eveningstar in Cormyr, but I have travelled much in my 150 years of life."
>Luthor finished with a sweeping bow, elven style, and then looked at the human.
>"Now, who might you be?

Josh looked up at the golden elf with a dazed expression on his face.  "Well...
my name is Josh, but my working name has always been Mystfo.  I'm a stage
magician.  I do little tricks, you know, slight of hand, stuff like that, and
I'm really good at it, and I was doing it tonight, and POOF all of a sudden I'm
not there any more, and now I here, and I..I.. I.. I'm babling."

Josh paused and took a deep breath.  "I guess that all I can say is that the
last thing I knew, I was performing at the local American Legion."

"This is NOT the American Legion."

"Anyway, I'm here, and I don't even know where here is, and... I think I just
want to know what is going on.  Could you at least tell me what is going on?"

--
Life is like a REALLY BIIIG rutabaga./-----\   Shawn, the very,very,very,VERY
I think.                        |    | * * |   eclectic. And God of The Funky
At least, it tastes like one.  -+-   | \_/ |   Hat. And the weirdo wannabe.
Especially with yogurt on top.  |    \_____/   SRI4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Except for strawberry.          | (3:16 of the NT)  
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From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: A Rabbit's Tale [NEW CHARACTER]
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 10:57:24 GMT



     Quiet town, thought Sir Tyrone as he strolled through the streets of 
Generica.  Probably be a great place to rest for a while and leave off these
silly adventures.  Besides, I'm overdue for a vacation.  Not to mention that
goddamned curse....  No, I'm DEFINITELY not going on any follhardy quests.
I'll just settle down here for a while and relax.  With that decided, the
ex-knight continued down the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes.
     Nice statues, he thought to himself.  A little worn down, but still very
nice.  And that's a nice fountain, there by the nice bleeding and mangled 
corpses...
     Sir Tyrone stopped in his tracks.  
     He looked around at the peaceful arcade and then back at the shredded
bodies lying in the midst of a swath of destruction that cut a line across
his path.  Something's not right with this picture, Tyrone thought as he 
boldly stepped forth to examine the carnage.
     The closest body, that of a man dressed all in black who seemed vaugely
familar, seemed to have his chest ripped open.  A rune-etched sword lay
shattered by the man's side.  For some reason, the word 'Munchkin' flashed
through Tyrone's brain, but it didn't seem important, so he ignored it.
     With a sigh of one who realizes that frenzied hack&slash is iminent, 
Tyrone drew his sword.  Holding the glowing orange blade aloft, he invoked its
power.   
     Immediately, Tyrone began to change.  His hair's natural brown faded into
a pure white.  His eyes changed color from dark brown to pink.  White fur 
appeared all over his body.  He sprouted long ears and a bushy white tail.
     With a ferocius {squeak}, the Were-Rabbit bounded down the trail of the
demon Blade...


Jon Gad
jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] end of blade?
Date: 5 Oct 92 13:52:33 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


   Seeing the creature near the oil, chip throws the now almost blindingly 
bright chatka.  It flies through the air at a tremendous speed and hits the 
back of Blade knocking into the oil of slipperyness.  Blade slowly slipped down
and looked like he was sliding into ocean
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Fencers do it in the                      * Don Shaffer
   FLESHE' :)                             * dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
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PS. ADMIN to Zebron, any ideas on how to improve chip's characterization?
From: cmh@wpi.WPI.EDU (Chris Holcomb)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: New Character
Date: 3 Oct 92 18:04:40 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
NNTP-Posting-Host: wpi.wpi.edu


  It is dusk in Generica. Walking down the main road is an extremely tall
figure dressed in a hooded cloak. The cloak is of full length and the hood
is extremely over sized. Not a single part of this being is exposed. The 
people on the street stare in wonderment as to who, or what, it is.

  The cloaked figure walks into the Dragon's Inn and up to the bar. The 
people in the Inn silence and are curious as to what that thing is. The 
figure does not look around, but glares straight ahead.

  "Give me an ale," the figure said to the barkeep in a deep, husky voice,
and tossed a couple gold coins onto the bar from his pocket.
  
  As the barkeep was pouring the ale, a quizical look came across Brycur's
face. Luthor saw this and began to wonder why Brycur looks like he knows
this _thing_. 

  Brycur got up from his seat and walked cautiously over to the figure at 
the bar. As the barkeep set the ale down, Brycur spoke.

  "Hey stranger, do I know you? " 

  "Perhaps you do, Brycur."

  "How did you know my name?"

  "It is wise to remember one's past."

  "Sampson, is that you?"

  "I see you don't forgot to easily, either."

  "Come sit with my friends, we have room for you old friend."

  "Thank you, I think I will."

  Brycur walks over to the table where Luthor and Helen are sitting, where
they have been watching the whole situation develop. Brycur introduces
Sampson to Luthor and Helen and then takes his seat. Sampson then takes his
seat and begins to remove is hood. Anticipation races across Helens face as
she wonders what he is. When his hood is removed, Helen is startled to see
that Sampson is a minotaur.
  The atmosphere in the room is still somewhat tense. This relaxes when 
Sampson begins to drink his ale and Brycur and he begin to travel back into
the past with their stories.



       Life, Liberty, and Happiness of Pursuit....
                      Chris   (cmh@wpi.WPI.EDU)