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From: kss@mathcs.emory.edu (Kevin Smith)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] Galland reappears
Date: 7 Oct 92 17:53:14 GMT
Reply-To: kss@mathcs.emory.edu
Organization: Emory University, Dept of Math and CS


	As things calm again, those in the party once again notice Galland,
right in fact where she was before.  She is paying no attention to the former 
lizardmen, but with a look of deep concern dismounts and strides toward the
fallen Glysten.  Ralf jumps from her shoulder and, chattering, runs ahead to
stare earnestly at our injured leader.  He sniffs at the shoulder wound, jumps
back and cries out more loudly, running back toward Galland.

	She, meanwhile, has passed close to Roger and Traveller, and received
some unflattering looks and comments from their direction.  She pauses briefly
to look at them coolly.  "Gentlemen, I think you will find me of much more
use to our quest unseen in such a little tussle as this.  We seem to have
plenty of capabality for tearing things apart."  She glances meaningfully
around the carnage.  "We might well have need for other talents as well,
hmm?"  She strides on toward Glysten.

	Galland kneels over Glysten, where Traveller is already standing
guard.  She closes her eyes and begins to croon softly, wordlessly, pain
rising on her face.  As she continues, the young woman is gradually replaced
by an elderly gentleman with a trim beard and lightly peppered black hair,
wearing a dark grey cloak.  The slim hands do not change, however, nor does
the heavy black ring on the small finger of his right hand.  He clasps his
hands lightly together and bows forward as if burdened, until the dark ring
comes to rest on the wound in Glysten's shoulder.  Ralf chatters vociferously
the while.

	Further word must await response from Glysten.

Galland (or is it?  really!)

---
Kevin Smith
Emory University, Atlanta, GA 
Internet:  kss@mathcs.emory.edu		BITNET: kss@emory.bitnet
UUCP: {rutgers,gatech}!emory!kss
From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: [blade] At the Inn:  You did WHAT?
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 22:48:05 GMT



     "You GAVE Blade to Trawn?  Art thou insane?  All someone need do is scuff
one of those runes, and all those within that Inn are doomed!"  Needless to say,
Sir Tyrone is a little upset. 
     "Mayhap thou does not understand exactly how powerful Blade is.  Look
here."  Grasping his Great Sword by its bright green hilt, the Wererabbit 
freed the glowing orange blade.  "This sword is the greatest creation of the
Rabbit-Smiths of Lagopolis.  The legends tell of it slaying entire packs of 
wolves and of locating enough roots and vegetables to feed a clan for years.
And though I have not yet matched the prowess of those legends, I have slain
a Dragon or three, and I did help lead the army that stormed the Lich-King's 
Fortress, and it was this very sword that destroyed that evil undead mage.  
But don't let me bore you with my small endeavors, clearly the weilders of 
The Great Sword of Rabbitkind in the past accomplished far greater deeds than
I.  I do not boast when I tell you this, I am simply attempting to show that 
this is a weapon of great power.  But look at this."  And Tyrone pointed to the
single notch rent in the orange blade.  "THIS occured when I struck Blade.
This sword which stole the life of the Red Dragon Pyreflame, that smashed the
Lich-King's phylactery, that the legends say was used by the great Rabbit Hero
FarLeaper to slay the dire wolf Bunnybane, THIS sword managed only to place
the tiniest of cracks in Blade's skin.  And at the cost of the first damage to
the sword in a hundred lifetimes.  And a creature so fearsome, so single-minded 
in its thirst for blood, and so very indestructable is what you have released 
upon the world.  May Mielikki the Lady of Forests and Protector of Rabbits 
have mercy on us all."  And with a sigh, he thrust the sword back into its 
scabbard.
     Yup, Wererabbit or not, Sir Tyrone still TALKS like a Paladin....

Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)
* Sir Tyrone the Longwinded *
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Another slim, dark stranger...
Date: 13 Oct 92 14:32:22 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

[Drow female enters bar, covers sigils, orders drink]

>   Quickly she downs the drink and hands the glass back to him.  She then
>turns with the exaggerated air of one who is nearly drunk and moves to an
>unoccupied corner of the room, sets her back to the wall, draws her knees
>up to her chin, and begins to cry.

Indigo, from his tank against the wall (between three corners), spins around to
face the dark elven female.  He once again resurfaces, his long fish tail
supporting his torso.  He uses his arms to rest at the edge of his tank, and
pauses momentarily to run his fingers through his hair, getting it out of his
purple eyes.

"M'lady," the merman addresses the drow, "take it from one who knows, salt 
water is fit for a fish, not a maiden, unless the maiden be half fish herself.
So dry your eyes, and tell us," gesturing to the motley assortment of
patrons in the inn, "why one like yourself would have reason to cry."

"And as one being who lives under the surface to another, if you're looking for
help in any situation, I do believe you've come to the right establishment."

[ADMIN: Ok, ok.  Another corner.  How many are we up to? 24? 25? And, yes, 
being the creator of Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee, I just _had_
to respond to this drow.  Good thing Indigo's around.]

-jak
From: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: Mystfo Finds Valor (The Better Part)
Reply-To: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 14:58:41 GMT

	Josh was totally prepared to die, when suddenly a figure
came out of the bar, and... actually pushed Gnosh?
	Josh stood with his mouth hanging open, immitating all those
around him.
	`Wow.  Either that guy is really tough...'
	Gnosh started pounding on the man.
	`Or the dumbest...no, nobody could be that dumb.  He must be
drunk out of his mind!'
	Then, Josh noticed the people around him running off to surround
the man.
	`Great!  I can get away!  But wait, that guy looks like he needs
help... Maybe I should stay and help him out...  But I'd get my face
beat in...  Hey!  What's more important:  my life, or my principles!'
	`Right.'
	Josh turned and ran.

--
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)
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Enter a new character(How Hackneyed can you get?)
Date: 12 Oct 92 15:20:39 GMT
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin


    The inn door opened with a creak.
  Rowan looked at it and muttered something about getting the hinges
oiled.His mumbled degenerated into a silence as he saw a figure enter.
  The stranger wore an armor that the barman,or indeed anyone in the
inn,had seen before.He stood fully five feet eleven,and his hair was
long,blaack with grey streaks running through it.He was equipped in a
strange manner also.He had no visible sword,or normal weapon.Instead ,
he had two strange objects,obviously designed to be gripped and pointed
at someone.
   Rowan,however,was not one to let these things phase him.He
immediately got a table for the stranger and indicated that the stranger
should sit.It was a table near the fire.The stranger looked at the fire
for a few moments without moving.He then turned to Rowan.
   "Ale ?",he said in an accent that some might have called American had
they heard it.
  "Indeed sir ",said Rowan and went off to the bar to get him one.

  The stranger turned to view his surroundings.Definitely odd,he
decided.Must get the cyclotron going.
   
   Rowan returned,ale in tow,and gave it to the man.
  The stranger took out a small lump of gold from a pocket.
 "Is this enough?",he asked.
   Rowan gazed at it.
  "Oh yes,sir,plenty!Would you care for a room?This would certainly
cover the cost of it for a month!"
   "Yeah,okay."
  Rowan was about to leave,when he turned and asked the stranger,
   "I'm sorry,sir,what name should I write in the book?"
   The stranger looked at him.This barman looked harmless enough.
   "Max ",he said eventually,and took a LONG pull from his ale.


--
>>>[Mithranidir]<<<  >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<<

 "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: Revision of the FAQ.
Date: 7 Oct 1992 16:05:23 +0800
Organization: The University of Westrn Australia
NNTP-Posting-Host: uniwa.uwa.edu.au


Out of guilt I feel it is time to do a decent revision of the
FAQ, and make it legit in nes.answers.

I would request any interested to have a look over the FAQ
(which I have modified slightly, especially the apdi rules)
and send any suggestions.

Thnaks. =>
-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au       :\  =>  :) 
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.
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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak sees the merman
Date: 10 Oct 92 14:30:34 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) writes:

>Meshtak walks in and sees Indigo, and hears the last of Indigo's speech.
>"Excuse me." he says, approaching Indigo. "I'm one of the guys that fought
>that knife-covered thing...he was after me, for some reason, and showed he
>was willing to off anyone that got in his way. We figured that if we sunk him
>he would be too heavy to come back...anyway, he must've come from the sea
>anyway...seeing as how he was covered with seaweed and salt water...and his 
>trail of destruction back-tracked to the docks. We just returned him to where
>he came from."

The merman did not look happy with this explanation.

"So, even though the creature came out of the sea once to attack you, you
figured that if you returned him to the sea, it couldn't repeat that feat.
What type of logic is that?

"Well, since that sort of logic was good enough for you landlings, I took it
upon myself to show you the error of your ways.  It came from the sea, and you
sent it back, correct?

"So, as I see it, it came from the land, so I sent it back."

-jak
From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Artifice comes calling...
Date: 13 Oct 92 21:50:06 GMT
Reply-To: djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

Beads of perspiration formed on Amaan's brow, despite the noticably chillier
climate of the seas north of Rameshan.  Intently he studied a tome written
in the elegant hand of his former mentor- perusing the spell formulae which
would once again bind Dariel in a magical prison.  But the spellcraft re-
quired the taking of a human life...

...Amaan remembered Karl.  He smiled, recalling his plotting with the 
Shaheran to stage a phony assassination of himself.  True, whichever agent
of the Shaheran shot the drugged dart at Karl had chosen a singularly
inopportune moment, but it was now so convenient that Karl had come.  
It was only fair, Amaan mused, that Karl's lifeforce should reimprison
that entity which he had unwittingly released.  He rose from his stool
and gripped a long, curved dagger...

Suddenly, to Amaan's alarm, something interposed itself between Amaan and the
chest containing Karl's helpless body.  It was... drat and dreck!  Dariel!
With a splintering of wooden planks he had somehow burst through the floor
of Amaan's cabin from below.  How would he defend himself?  There had to
be some way of distractng Dariel long enough to loose some spell.

And thre was- a distraction not even Amaan could have forseen.  The door
was battered open and Karl stepped into the cabin.  But this was impossible!
Karl was still in the trunk!  For an instant, all three hesitated to
absorb this development.

Amaan looked at the Karl in the doorway in disbelief.

Dariel looked at Amaan.

From the doorway, Artifice looked at Dariel and Amaan.  One was prey, the
other an unknown entity.  His original agenda was to drive Amaan out in
the open where a melee would be visible, then to slay him.  But now
a third variable was involved in the equation...

From within the trunk, Karl heard the explosion of splintering wood
followed shortly afterward by the sound of a door being beaten down.
Perhaps this was a rescue attempt?  He prayed that his benefactors
would get to him before Amaan did...


-- 
Dennis Brennan
djb6@midway.uchicago.edu
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From: sl7sg@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK]  A game of chance, while we wait...
Date: 12 Oct 92 20:40:22 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

>     William, who has just returned to the Inn, wanders over to Jonny's table
> and sits down.
>     "I am still interested in your offer, although I would prefer if we were to
> leave soon.  Now, what is this sabacc?  Is it a game of chance, or what?
> I enjoy playing games of chance..."
> 
> -- 
> Tom Scudder                    tomscud@ruf.rice.edu
> 
> 

	Jonny looks up, "well, the way I see it, we can leave as soon as
everybody gathers together.  For now, you would like to play a game of sabacc? 
Ok, lesse"
	He reaches inside his jacket, pulling out a blank deck of cards.  
Cursing quietly he slams them on the table.  The card's surface flickers, 
turning to static.  Cursing again, he slams them harder on the table.  They 
immediately come into focus, with images like a regular deck of cards.
	"Damn things, never shoulda bought'em used.  Ok, the primary thing to
this game is speed.  You never want to keep a hand for too long, because the
card faces change every so often.  To begin with..."
	He shuffles and deals the cards, all the while explaining the game.

		Jonny Steele, Cyber-Gunslinger extraordinair
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [blade] Meshtak talks to the drow woman
Date: 15 Oct 92 13:29:10 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

>   "As I appear to be the only person her able to see the danger, I must,
>by honor, do something about it."  
>   She stands and looks around, "Has anyone in this _fine_ establishment a
>dagger or knife forged from pure adamantine, or one quenched in the blood
>of a silver dragon?  Either of these items will greatly increase the power
>of any bindings that I can create..."
    "Ah lovely lady, i would be an honor to comply with your request."said
Aramus.  "I'm afraid i don't have an adamantine dagger on me at the moment,
but will an adamantine stilleto do just as well?"  He took a stilleto out of
his pocket and, it WAS made made out of Adamantine.  "Just please give it 
back when your done pleease, it's a family keepsake."  He offered the stilleto
to the drow lady.
    "Family Keepsake, not from OUR family", said Magebane from his table.
    "Well, I never said it was from our family, however, the family i did get
it from wasn't to happy after they found out about...well, never mind"  
Aramus blushed a deep scarlet.
*******************************************************************************
Don't you just love  * Aramus & Magebane-brothers in arms&magic
  militant wizards   * AKA Don Shaffer
                     *     dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
******************************************************************************
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From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 15 Oct 92 22:28:19 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes: 
>   She looks at Ixy, sitting across from her, and says "My apologies for my
>lack of manners.  I thank you for having the thoughtfulness to cast your
>light dimming spell, unfortunately, I have nothing to give in return, not
>even a name."  A sad look passes over her face for a moment.
>   Soon however, the sad look passes as she turns her attention back to
>Indigo.  "I see by my magic that you are skilled in your arts and that you
>truly meant no harm by ....This...", gesturing at the image in the table,
>"Your rune structure is very basic...I assume that is not your strongest
>disipline?  No matter.  I will not overwhelm you with the intricasies of
>greater rune magic and the importance of the proper binding between the
>fount and all its branches, but I will say this:  The rune structure that
>you have built here is inherently dangerous.  No, do not interupt.  Yes,
>your structure will hold this bladed thing, but it is not safe.  This
>structure is one that I learned very early in my training to SUMMON and
>TORMENT some very unusual creatures from some very unusual places.  IT WILL
>NOT HOLD THEM!  It is amazing that nothing has stepped into one of the rune
>gates connecting the planes or any of the others that this runal structure
>creates!  Believe me when I say that your "Blade" is not all that bad in
>comparison to some of the horrors that I have seen...."
 
"'Tis true, I'm afraid, Runecaster, that glyphs, wards, runes, indeed magics in
general, do not lie upon my chosen paths.  I have learned to respect them,
and those who master them, but never to controll them myselves," Indigo 
addresses the dark elven female, apparently tiring of the term "dark elven
female" and naming her according to her abilities, as is common in the naming
ceremony of his people.  He remembered a day long ago, when his father Marcus
named him Indigo, because of his purple, irisless eyes that the shamans said
could see straight into one's soul.
 
"However, I am gladdened by your desire to set things right, may you have 
good hunting and warm currents.  Godspeed."
 
A psychic message crosses the barrier between them, from the merman to the
drow.  _Anything_I_can_do_to_help,_merely_ask._ Hopefully, if she is scanning
and probing, she will also be accepting messages.
 
"I wonder if she knows of Eilistraee?" the merman thinks to himself, swimming 
in his nifty tank.  "And I still can't believe I have accidently made a gate
to other realities."
 
He makes sure his back is to the Runecaster.  A smile crosses his face.
 
"Coolness!"
 
-jak
From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Ga] Advertisements and Allies
Date: 11 Oct 92 21:47:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.10.17.33.44.1992.6130@dorm.rutgers.edu>, jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes...
>344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU (Mike Sander) writes:
> 
>>Jon (jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu) says:

>"But first, my friends, I must speak my mind," says Zebron, a cold, icy look
>in his eyes.
> 
>"By his schemes, Brent has attempted to show his loyalty to us.  By his
>actions, he has proven his skills.
> 
>"However, all that remained to be questioned was his honor, which he just
>defended.  As only one who is honorable would care to protect his honor, he has
>proven this as well," the dark elf continues, his tone softening and a grin
>spreading across his face.
> 
>"I, for one, would be honored to have Brent at my side, and will vouch for him
>in all matters."
> 
>Dusk agrees, cawing and flapping his wings.
> 
>"However, what of these two?"  queries the drow, turning to them and putting 
>on his best 'evil-dark-elf' look.



"What of them?" asks Garriot.  "Perhyaps they'd like to tell us themselves.
Gentlemen, why exactly do you wish to accompany us?



                                                    --Ben
From: tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BH] A volunteer...
Date: 7 Oct 92 23:26:50 GMT
Organization: Rice University

ADMIN:  I'm not sure if i set the distribution right for this one...
Also, I propose naming this thread BH, for BlackHawk.
Seeya.
In article <Bvrwsq.8ru@rice.edu>, tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder) writes:
|> In article <1992Oct7.142149.59516@cc.usu.edu>, sl7sg@cc.usu.edu writes:
|> |> 
|> |>      As Ixy examines the page, Jonny stands, addressing the guests
|> |> of the Dragons Inn, "I'm interested in finding several people who
|> |> would like to form an expidition to another, unknown world.  I need
|> |> somebody of the magical arts, along with anybody else who feels up
|> |> to it.  If you are interested, feel free to come speak with me."
|> |> 
|>      "Another world, eh?" says a young man who has been sitting at the bar,
|> quietly working on his third pint of ale.  "It sounds appealing, actually,
|> as I have been treated rather poorly by this one.  You may count William the
|> younger of Tell as your companion...  although I have some business which I
|> must attend to before we leave.  I shall meet you here tomorrow at this time,
|> or at whatever other time would be convenient."
|> -- 
|> Tom Scudder                    tomscud@ruf.rice.edu
|> "It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, a half pack of
|> cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
|> "Let's go."
|> -The Blues Brothers
|> 

-- 
Tom Scudder                    tomscud@ruf.rice.edu or tomscud@hadron.merit.edu
"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, a half pack of
cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."
"Let's go."
-The Blues Brothers