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From: s9100433@win4.vut.EDU.AU (Duncan M Jurisic)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] Helen and the Attack
Date: 29 Jul 92 23:55:07 GMT
Organization: Victoria University Of Technology, Melbourne, Australia

<ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:

>     Outside from the streets came many screams and shouts.  It sounded as
>if the entire city was being invaded (and indeed it was).
>     "Sir Firecat, I must leave this city immediately.  If I am detained
>any longer, then I fear that I will never be able to catch up with Luthor
>before my time runs out.  Hurry, we must leave now!" she pleaded with him.
>     She began to gather up her things and throw them together.
>
Reaching out to assist Helen with her things, Firecat the Gnome smiles...
	I'll be glad to help you out, my friend.,"
 
     "Anyone else who wants to flee this city is welcome to come.  For those
>who think that I'm a coward, please don't think of me too unkindly, but I
>have too much to lose," she said while packing.
As they finish packing, Firecat removes a string from about his neck...
On the end of the string is a whistle of some kind.
Firecat puts the whistle to his lips and blows into it...
Not many of the patrons can hear it, but after the gnome stopd blowing,
a distant howl of a wolf comes from the direction of the forest.
The howling continues to get closer, and after a time, there is a scratching 
at the door.
Firecat walks to the door and opens them to admit a large shaggy wolf.
There are some furtive looks from some of the patrons, but Firecat smiles and
says,
	"Don't worry good friends, Shadow will not hurt anyone, unless I am
	"In danger, or unless I ask her to."
He scratches the wolf's ears and turn to Helen....

	"Shall we be leaving?"

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From: hutch@hutch (Stephen Hutchison)
Subject: Destiny and Death II
Reply-To: hutch@hutch.intel.com
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 92 16:02:21 GMT

Death and Destiny were still at their game.

The game board spun between them, a sphere of infinite extent which turned
in the seven directions.  Destiny pushed the miniature white tower down
two spaces and wrote a note in the Book.  Not his best move.

Death smiled.  She always smiled.  It's hard to do otherwise when there
isn't any flesh to cover the teeth.  She moved the freshly painted blue
Dragon miniature from its cave and pulled a card from underneath.  She
placed the card face down before her.

"Now what are you up to," Destiny muttered, and rolled a 5-sided die.
It came up seven.  He carefully pulled a stick from the bottom of the
pile, without causing the rest of them to collapse, and moved the pawn
from the horse into the penalty box.

"Atari" he said, and Death (still smiling) turned over the card.  Void.

"Oh NO," said Destiny, dismayed, as the stones all changed from white
to black, leaving only two pawns on the playing surface.  He thought for
an instant, then played the suicide king over her card.

"You won't catch me in a fools mate this time," he said, promoting her
pawn to a general.  Both cards were discarded and the stones returned
to their prior colors.

Death casually reached for the roulette spinner.  A 00-green.

Destiny smiled, this time.  "Baltic Avenue.  I own it.  You owe me a
forfiet.  No freebies left either."

Death grimly removed a small copper from the board, and crumbled it
before Destiny's gleeful eyes.

Death would have frowned.  Bony sockets won't contort, however, and
it would have been showy and inconvenient to enflesh herself just for
the effect.  She considered the playing surface.  Then dropped a ball
onto the start of a chute, watching it roll back and forth across the
cheap plastic railings, down the convoluted path, and triggering at the
end, a cage which dropped over the tiny blue plastic figure of a mouse.
*IN GENERICA, a secret was inadvertently passed to one of Death's devotees...*

Destiny was gleeful.  He drew a card from the stock, and completed a
book of Falling Towers.  "GIN!" he cried, playing the falling towers
on her blue dragon space.

Death nodded.  The game was becoming interesting.  A small sacrifice for
a later gain was appropriate.  She moved a bishop diagonally from the
sand to the gate, and Destiny, predictably, took it, placing one of his
pieces out of her immediate reach.

"I still don't know how you plan to keep that queen.  She's running out
of eyes."  Destiny mused, as she placed a chute in front of his Knight,
causing it to slide precipitously back on the board.

Destiny eyed the board dubiously.

"Well, now," he said, "How about something really different."
He reached for a ship in a bottle ...

[ADMIN]  I kind of like this venue.  Thanks, Ray.
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 13:57:07 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Bakr uprooted

     Murell was walking around the clearing, gathering up what was left of the
groups supplies, which wasn't much considering the strength of the lightening
blast.  He eventually came upon a bush that looked exactly like Bakr.
     "Bakr, what in the Realms are you doing?" he asked, but Bakr didn't
reply.
     "BAKR!  The dragon is under Salamander's control...it's ok...will you
get up!" he said, but still there was no reply.
     "Luthor, I think Bakr's lost it." he said returning to the others.
     "Why, what's wrong with him?" Luthor asked.
     "Well, he's over by the portal looking like a dead bug or something.
He is all balled up and not moving," he said pointing toward Bakr's position.
     The two walked over to Bakr and Luthor smiled slightly. "He's caught
in misfired spell.  Erik!  Come have a look at this," he called out.
     Erik walked over and looked at Bakr.  "Your friend here thinks he's a
bush," he said and they all had a good laugh.
     After they were finished, Erik began undoing the misfired spell.
     "THIS SPELL COULD BREAK" he said just above a wisper.

ADMIN: There you go Bakr...

     Love and Peace and Plant Life,
            -The Dreamer-
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Mark Diantonio)
Subject: Vote YES 
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1992 20:19:56 GMT


Please send a Yes vote to news.groups for rec.games.frp.guides.  I have
never done anyone here a wrong so don't do one to me.  I'll return
the favor when possible.  Gee, I sound like a real polition.  
"Read my lips, no new postings (on this atleast!)"

Keywords: Yes

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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 12:13:20 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Helen And Firecat And Death


Firecat:
>        "How long have you got? Can anyone else help you?"
>Helen sees that this gnome shows genuine concern for her wellbeing.

     "I have only a few weeks.  It is of great importance that I find him
as soon as possible.  For sake of speed, I would need only one or two
people.  Do you know anyone who is available?" she says wiping a tear from
her eye with a small white handkerchief.
     "The problem is this, I stole some jewelery from his villa a few months
ago.  He went to a mighty priest and had him cast a curse upon the person
who took the items.  If I don't return them to him soon, I will perish for
sure...you *must* help me, please."  She finished with a small smile of hope
upon her lips.

     Love and Peace and Hope,
          -The Dreamer-
From: tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder)
Subject: Re: Karl [Inn] Still looking for traveling companions
Organization: Rice University
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 04:55:22 GMT

>It is this inn which Karl, former quartermaster of Glorshanned keep and
>current Envoy ofrepresenting Generica, enters.  He has been gone for a long
>time, and few of the faces are familiar.  Nevertheless, he is sure that this
>is the best of all places to recruit others to accompany him on this
>mission.  He posts a message on the Board, and reads it aloud as he
>tacks it on.
>
>"Brave Adventurers and Adventuresses of Generica:
>I, Karl son of Karol, blah blah blah (Karl as a diplomat, one of these
>days he's going to have to get used to the formal garbage)
>..Have been directed to travel to the city of Pashar, in the land of
>Rameshan, and escort ... blah blah blah... one of their court mages
>up here. "
>
>"Folks, I just got this job, and I'm an old guy, and I could really use a
>hand getting down there and back.  Oh... Melwis promises to pay
>handsomely for any and all volunteers."

A young man whose presence has gone mostly unremarked as he sat working on
finishing an intricately carved staff looks up at this.  He has pale blue eyes
and bright red hair, and he wears a sky-blue cloak over darker blue garments.
He wears a finely carved brass ring upon his left ring finger, and his shoulder
length hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

He rises and walks over to Karl and says, "I believe I will take you up on your
offer.  I have certain business in Rameshan which I shall have to attend to in
the near future anyway, and it would certainly be safer to travel in a company,
not to mention somewhat more profitable if this Melwis is as generous as you
say.  But I forget myself.  I am Edward, of Black Eagle Tower.  I am a
craftsman, a rune-carver by trade, although I have some degree of skill at
handling this," he indicates his staff, "and I am somewhat knowledgeable in
many fields of magic.  I would be honored to join you on your mission." 
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Matt Diantonio)
Subject: [kq- espec. Kron] Copper Dragon goes to sewers
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 15:02:10 GMT


ADMIN: Gillian was really a copper dragon bent on conversation with
some of the kron questors.  Thks hand was just the opportunity to
go and strike up a conversation.  With Verdigern and Thk always 
interrupting he grew rather impatient.  (You Know how copper dragons
are!) Noone was seriously injured by Gillians outburst.  It just
adds alittle more story to the battle at the inn.  A catalyst of sorts...
Don't take it the wrong way.  Gillian has gone back to the sewers of
Generica.  He might throw a monkey wrench into Thks plans once in awhile.
He really isn't evil just quick tempered.  He could be reckoned with.

Andrew - Gillian can be taken out of the Players book.  He is now an
NPC of sorts.
Keywords:
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 28 Jul 1992 16:13:55 EDT
From: Jill Maree Thomas <34EP2A2@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [K]Radan receives a note, THE MORE THE MERRIER! ON THIS QUEST.

Jenever's hair whipped mercilessly about her, as she stood in the doorway of
Dragon's Inn.  She couldn't read, and only had a vague idea about where she
was, but she felt good about this place.  She closed the door and sauntered
across the floor.  Jenever called for a drink, and found a place to sit near
a table with many men.  Her desires were simple:  drink, music, adventure, men,
and revenge.  She had plenty of gold, and cared little for it anyway; but she
was eager for companionship, preferably male, and this place promised all that
she desired.
     She felt many eyes upon her.  She was used to people staring, with
impossibly long silver hair, and her imposing height (at least for a woman),
not to mention her large chest and pretty face, she had come to enjoy the
attention.  It also never occurred to her that civilized people generally wore
more concealing clothing, that would also serve as protection against such as
cold, sunlight--and eager eyes.

     If there were handsome men to be had here, she might be content to follow
one of them anywhere; provided enough drink and a little smooth talk was
exchanged.  She perked up as she listened to the conversation at the table at
her sword hand.  This could be interesting...
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1992 14:20:46 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Murell Tackles Brycur

     Murell, after opening the portal doors, looked around in time to see the
dragon breathe on Luthor.  The man who had killed his father was dead, but
Murell did not feel happy.  He realized that he had begun to like Luthor
despite his previous wrong-doings and was saddened by his passing.
     The Dragon turned again and swooped back toward the portal doors.
Murell was not the target this time, but Brycur.
     "BRYCUR, MOVE MAN MOVE!" he shouted, but Brycur was frozen.
     Seeing no other option, Murell dashed over and tackled Brycur just before
the dragons claws hit.  They missed Brycur, but scraped across Murell's back
making it bleed profusely and causing intense pain.  Murell screamed in
agony...now he was really pissed!

     Love and Peace and Berserkers,
            -The Dreamer-
From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (Gavin Williams)
Subject: ADMIN: Some info on Rhys, TWIMC
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 16:10:23 GMT


ADMIN: Since Rhys is a relatively new character, and thus not well
known to the inhabitants of Generica, a few details follow.  Note: 
A description has been sent to Andrew, and hopefully it will be included
in the next character summaries list.


Rhys (son of Alwyne, son of Glyn)

Essentially, Rhys is patterned along the lines of the travelling 
warrior/monk, rather like a ronin except that he uses no weapons or armour.

This is important to his philosophy.  He dislikes using anything outside
himself, as he does not want to become dependant upon something he may 
one day find himself without.  Open handed combat is his speciality, 
along the lines of Karate (Shotokan karate if you must know :).
However, as this is a fantasy realm, he has one or two things added to
help an unarmed man survive in a region where fireballs and +5 Vorpal
blades abound.  In order to keep within the spirit of the character, 
the powers he has would be like those allegedly possessed by some eastern
mystics.  First of all, his Ki, or spirit, is meshed with his body, and
makes his open hand attacks more powerful.  Secondly, he can, by entering
the state of empty-mind, or Mushin, attune himself to his surroundings, 
allowing him sometimes faster reactions. (I have not decided yet whether
this mental state will be similar to a spellcaster's concentration; 
disruptable through actions or distractions *comments welcomed*).  He can
also project his astral self out of his body, (useful for reconnaissance).

He has yet to be known to *initiate* any combat, (i.e. strike the first
blow), but instead reacts to others' attacks.

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

	
	There are various Ways. Thers is the Way of salvation by the law of
	Buddha, the Way of Confucius, governing the Way of learning, the Way
	of healing as a doctor, as a poet teaching the Way of Waka, tea,
	archery, and many arts and skills. Each man practices as he feels
	inclined.
	
		'The Ground Book'
				'A Book of five Rings'
					Miyamoto Musashi

Rhys -- The beginning

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From: ablanch@physics.su.OZ.AU (Shonias)
Subject: Re: A Fairwell [Fenris Leaves and Shonias follows]
Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 07:46:19 GMT

In article <1992Jul23.022543.10373@cs.uow.edu.au> u9033130@cs.uow.edu.au (David Brian Macky) writes:
>
>He steps through the door that Traveler indicates and is gone.

Seeing Fenris disappear, Shonias finally accepts what she has known 
for some time. She must depart, for other matters call for attention.
She too farewells the Sage. "I hope we may meet again, sir."
She looks about and is not sure where Lathan is, so she leaves word 
for him that she is sorry that she cannot join him in his adventures,
and maybe sometime she will take him up on his offer for dinner...

She turns and disappears into the dusk.

ADMIN:Shonias is leaving, possibly for good, so please take her off
any lists she is still on.

Shonias


--
********************************
You think I'm a fool,
Or maybe some kind of lunatic.
You say I'm wasting my time,
But I know what to do with it...
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From: willimsa@unix1.tcd.ie (Gavin Williams)
Subject: Re: [K]TO ALL WHO IS APART OF RADANS GROUP
Organization: Trinity College, Dublin
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 10:44:39 GMT

In <1992Jul30.115641.5868@iscsvax.uni.edu> vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu writes:


> To all INVOLOVED IN THE [K] THREAD!  I received this from Karl, Iam caught
>in middle, Rhys is outside battling for his life, and Waiting for someone to do
>something.  This Really isn't to insult anyone, just to give another

Please see my posting on this.  All a big mistake.
  

  Rhys
From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
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Subject: [INV-[K]-] Radans message for the rest of the day...
Date: 29 Jul 92 18:25:01 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

Radan will be writing more tomorrow, it is now very late for the evening meal
and I won't be able to get back before tommorrow evening 4-10p.m. central.

Radan will heal anyone that needs it :before I go, this is happening WAY too
fast,  I need some time to regroup my thoughts on this and get with everyone on
this new thread..[INV]

Thank you for your time and consideration.
Radan Tsran
a.k.a. Timothy
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio)
Subject: ADMIN: New Villan's Book?
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 14:08:03 GMT


Since thier is a rich PC life in Generica, how about making the 
Villians , the local "baddies" if you will, a more interesting
point.  Make the evil three dimensional and I guarantee better
threads.  Not to mention this could give the people who are not
on the current thread a chance to understand who people like
Queen Shaba, Great Mother, Wasters, Dark Alliance are.  They
are more than a just a name.
Anyone else agree?

Just my thoughts

Lathan
bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Keywords: 

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From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: Re: [inv] Khisanth, Alaric prepare
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 17:13:24 GMT


Khisanth orders a bottle of the light blue wine brought up to room 0x2a, taking a
rather large swallow when it arrives.

Alaric gathers together several small leatherbound books from his pack, sets them
aside, and produces some oil and a stone.  He produces a large blade and begins
to hone it. The center length of the blade is engraved in a delicate, flowing
script.

Khisanth searches through her belongings, and from an old worn pack produces an
old, midnight blue tome.  This she sets on a desk, and begins gently turning
pages.  The writing is of a strange style, beautiful and yet harsh.  She stops at
one page, and begins intently studying it.  Occasionally her brow furrows in
puzzlement as she stumbles across archaic phrases.

Alaric comes to stand behind her, and looks at the book.  After a few minutes, he
says:
	"That's rather dangerous."

   "I know."
	
	"Can you do it?"
   
   "I know not, but there may not be a choice."


Khisanth takes another sip of the wine, sits down on the bed, and sinks into
meditation. 
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From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Brian Diantonio)
Subject: [inv] Dragon draws closer to the inn
Originator: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1992 13:41:33 GMT


The black dragon hidden into the night sky, flew faster towards its target.
He did not know what type of resistance he might meet.  So he went
over his low-level spells in his head.  What fun this would be!

ADMIN: Thier are about 20 skeletons wandering through town, 10 might 
make to the inn.  The ogres are heading to the inn as well.
Keywords: 

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Organization: Penn State University
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 14:09:23 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
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Subject: [L] Lathan and the Eyes


ADMIN:  Fetch = Death Knight (from Krynn)

     I think these boots are Fly..no..jump...no...ahh Levitation boots.
Cool, I needed a pair of these.

     Lathan was still disturbed about this situation.
     "How come there are no devils or demons in hell?  I at least expected
a good battle.  I must have offended Paladine greatly to have been sent
to the Abyss.  What could I have done."
     Once again the pair of eyes stared at him.
     "Come and fight, Fetch.  I'll split your head!"
     Lathan wiped the blood from his forehead and realized what this Fetch was.
His wounds were not getting any better.
     "If this keeps up, I'll die twice", Lathan chuckled in a scared tone.

Lathan
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 19:10:13 EDT
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Subject: [L] Lathan Trapped in the Cloak

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     Lathan closed his eyes, before he impact with the ground.  He waited
and waited for that last moment, but it never happened.  He opened
his eyes and looked around.  He was in a world of grey.  Thread, mirrors,
and other items floated around him.  He reached up and took a rose out
of the greyness and pinned onto his armor.
     "I have died and gone to Kender Heaven" laughed Lathan. "I must
have been all that time in Ravenloft that did me in."
     Lathan continued to float around in the greyness, when he saw a pair
of eyes looking at him.
     "Hello?", inquired Lathan."Who are you."
     Nobody answered.

     Luthor, no longer worried about the insane Earth Elemental, looked
at his cloak and frowned.  He could hear Lathan's voice, but had no way
to answer him...especially with a LARGE dragon around.  Unfortunately,
Lathan would be imprisoned in the cloak until Luthor could find something
more powerful to take his place.
     Luthor put the cloak back on and focused all of his attention on the
dragon.  Bakr was no where to be seen, Lathan was trapped, and it looked
like Murell was injured and lying behind a wall of flames.  Luthor decided
to try to use the wall against the dragon if he could, and if not, then
he would try to at least escape through the portal.
     He ran toward the flaming wall as fast as his lightening scorched
legs could carry him.  When he arrived, Brycur was walking from behind the
wall with his sword drawn and looking mighty angry.

     Love and Peace and Entrapment,
             -The Dreamer-