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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Blade flails, Meshtak ditches
Date: 1 Oct 92 18:47:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Oct.1.11.12.49.1992.5999@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes...
> 
>>	However, in this case, Mother gave Blade something extra...a mental 
>>psionic tracker that allows him to know where in general Meshtak is at any 
>>given time. With this tracker, he needs not use his eyes. And Blade senses
>>Meshtak taking off. He moves to follow.
>>	As Meshtak runs, Thrawm appears beside him, also running. "Hey! I got
>>this great pit in my bar where you can hide!" offers the half-troll. Meshtak
>>growls, transforms his shift-sword into a blade, and chops the troll in half,
>>not slowing down for the action. Trawm sits and grumbles as his body heals. "It
>>was only an offer..." mutters the half-troll.
>  Seeing the child in danger, Chip' quickly jumped in front of the running 
>Meshtak and grabbed the boy.  "Me takez him" he said, "Youze hold him off for 
>secondz"  He quickly took the boy from Meshtak and leapt to the top of the 
>tallest and thickest building he could see.  He then leapt back down in front 
>of the building in case Blade tried to climb or get back in.  His gythka 
>were glowing a bright red and blue.  And if anyone could have heard him over 
>the sound of fighting, they would have heard a buzzing noise much like that of
>a cicada coming from him...



..as Meshtak continues to attempt to lure Blade away from the Inn and the boy,
there is a flsh ahead of him and off to one side, and Arcadio appears, still
clutching his flask.  In the moments before Blade rounds the corner, he quickly
says, "Oil of Slipperiness.  Get him down to the docks, and we'll give him a 
surprise, yes?"
From: mozart@altair.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Sudden loud disturbance!
Keywords: cragin, return, ouch
Date: 28 Sep 92 14:21:46 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH


Suddenly, from above the tavern, there is a terrible, loud crashing sound,
and a high, shrieking wail.  Then, abruptly, a roughly man-sized section
of the ceiling splits open, and a black figure hurtles down out of the hole
thus created, narrowly missing someone walking toward the bar.  With a sick-
ening thud, it lands on the wooden floor and lies silent.

The room falls silent for a moment, and dust settles slowly.  A few patrons
approach inquisitively, and note that daylight is filtering down through
the hole, and that each level above has been similarly pierced, including
the roof.

Though his face is battered and his body torn, a few recognize the figure as
Cragin, the ghostly minstrel who appeared a while ago at Rowan's table; he is
very solid now, and bleeding from several nasty gashes about his body.  He
lies amidst the shards of his shattered lute, and does not move.




Cragin von Pfeffenhausen
Minstrel for Dragon Clan
Sting@Dartmouth.EDU / mozart@coos.dartmouth.edu / (603) 643-5716
  all requests granted!
 
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From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [DB]Mission Complete?
Date: 28 Sep 92 17:54:25 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa


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[DB]	Teela slips past the Dragon Inn...then she stops...

	"Maybe I should take a look and see...well hear...what's going on here"

	...turns around and enters the inn.

	---

	Dalan brings out his cloak and leaves the building. As he walks down 
	the hill he sees two of the City Guards alertly watching the street...

	"It's good to know they are out here keeping an eye on things...", he
	thinks while quickly making his way towards Moriarty Investigations.

	---

	Trace slowly moves down towards the harbour area...

	"Good thing that Kiln and Shaun do the report...I hate to meet that
	 Drow, he gives me the creeps...well I guess he's ok for his kind but
	 how far can you trust him...?"

	He reaches the docks and moves into the Net & Trident, a fairly large
	establishment along the quayside...

	-Hello Trace, a bald man calls from a table close by the bar, how're
	 you doing...come on over...have a seat and a drink.

	Trace smiles a little moves over and gracefully accepts the offer...

	---

	After a long walk, and frequently having to ask locals, Dalan finally
	finds the place where Moriarty Inv. Inc is housed. He moves up to the
	door and knocks...

	---

	Draoi looks at the brothers...

	-So where are the rest of the team..., he softly asks.
	-They dispersed to get alibies for tonight, Kiln answers.
	-Okey, you may retire for the night...oh, and dont forget to set the
	 traps..., he gives them a wicked smile.

	Once the the brothers have left he moves up to the window and looks
	out...

	"The Shunned Center...I wonder...will we get our answers...so much at
	 stake and so few to trust..."

	His dark eyes reflect the moonlight as he looks over the old ruins...

	"I need to get in touch with the Alley Creepers, they are experts at
	 retrieving...lost items..."

	---
--
HP   : Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman			mabr@sweden.hp.com
SCA  : Morgan deGrey
APD-I: Shade
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	What is life, but a sequence of fragments of time put
	together in a random fashion, to create eternity...

	[R] Shade
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Nothing stated here is an official statement by the Hewlett-Packard Corp.
Organization: Central Michigan University
Date: Tuesday, 29 Sep 1992 01:18:31 EDT
From: Mike Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga] So much for THAT idea...

Jon (jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu) writes:
>"You really should learn to hide your thoughts from someone who can read
>them, especially when you keep company with thieves," the dark elf states
>cryptically as he opens the door.

Brent was momentarily silent. Hopefully, he HAD been masking a good part of
his thought process, even if he WAS far from the only one who knew most of
the information. Since Brent felt Zebron had determined everything so far by
deduction --the same way he had-- he interrupted the comment as basically a
bluff. The thief reference was not only unuseful, but also almost an insult
to Brent's abilities. He might have to do something about that to gain
Zebron's respect and/or trust.
"Well, I've had more than my share of dealings with thieves, believe you me!",
Brent announced, finding the exchange almost humorous in a way.

Brent was briefly introduced to the party, including the sleeping Khisanth.

>Loooking at Khisanth lying on the bed, the drow turns to Kyleen and asks...
>"What did she do? Did she enter another's dreams again?"

Brent mentally recorded the piece of information. Surely either woman was
beautiful enough to enter a man's dreams, but THIS was another story!

After accepting a chair, he spoke: "Well, I'll wait a bit, although sleep
is starting to sound good to me, and it's not like I can't come back in
the morning. At the least, why don't you tell me what YOU know about
Zebron, as well as perhaps how this group came together, at least for my
own interests."

[ADMIN: I don't mean to have another (formal) recap presented, I just
 wanted to leave a window of interaction open for the others...]

=========================================================================
Michael Sander 344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu
AKA Lancos Erredan (and now Brent, it seems)
From: silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken $ mencher)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Kotaro looks for help/a job/a *real* stiff drink.
Date: 3 Oct 92 15:42:00 GMT

A set of windows facing the street suddenly explode inward, showering glass
across the room.  In their wake, a bulky figure in armor comes flying into
the inn.  Hauling itself to its feet, the figure says, "Wow...did you see
that thing outside??  Good thing it found a better target."

He (the voice was masculine) then looks around with a kind of lost look
(interesting in full Battle Armor) and then says in a strange voice, "What
in the world?"  He stares (or at least appears to) at The Shrouded One, and
a few other of the more fantastic creatures around.

He stops the barmaid, "Excuse me.   Where am I?"

The barmaid looks at him, and says, "The Dragon's Inn, of course!"

"Huh?  I think I need some help."  In a loud voice, he yells, "Can anyone
tell me how to get to Talon from here??  (If not, at least a job!!!)"

ADMIN:  Okay guys..someone want to get something going here?  You've got
one cyber-ninja for hire.  (all right, so he's ineffective...you can't have
everything.)

Kotaro Toka,
Cyber-Ninja (Ineffective)
From: ...sage
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN : collecting thread reviews
Date: 1 Oct 92 01:52:52 GMT
Reply-To: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Followup-To: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Commerce Dungeon, University of Adelaide
NNTP-Posting-Host: calvert.commerce.adelaide.edu.au

I'm asking for thread summaries for the week for the 
"this week in review" post
So far I have [KQ]
and I'll try and summarize the newcomers too.

Please send reviews to pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au or
			sage@maria.wustl.edu
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From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's table . . .
Date: 29 Sep 92 15:37:53 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

foleye@storm.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) writes:

>Characters involved:  Kryalla, Farnham, unnamed Thri-Kreen
  The name is Chip'Chirip (Chip for short)
>Seeing an illusionist and a thri-kreen sit at her table after she invited
>them, Kryalla glances at the former and hopes that there will not be a problem
>with him being an elf.  She'd just as soon not be in the middle of attempts
>by one guest to eat the other.

>She answers the thri-kreen's remarks:

>"No, in general we do not eat other people, though I have heard of a race of
>degenerate hobbits on a parched world demolished by magic that do so during
>my travels.  Please do not eat my illusionist friend, here, for I prefer not
>to have my guests fight one another."
   "Ugh, hafling, taste to mch ike hfunman for my taste.  If the elvas isdf 
wqiht yuo, hew  is safe.  He oes look qtuie tasty though." He stares at the 
elf with a unknowable expression on his face.
>And then, turning to Farnham the illusionist:

>"What brings me to the inn?  Well, that's an interesting story, my friend.  You
>and perhaps enjoy some real interaction with others.  The last time I was here,
<story of why The srouuded one is here>
>several moons ago, I could not place that much faith in others that I removed
>it, and as such I wound up setting off a chain reaction of others who hover in
>corners watching the others in the inn."
  "Whiel ime isa here, nno one shall hutt you" said Chip.  "I swea tis on teh 
sschi'eh, the great queen."  

*****************************************************************************
If it doesnt bite you first      *   Chip'Chirip'Cherebaklamapacth 
 eat it.                         *      Champion of the Great Mother 
If it does bite you first, kill  *          SSchi'eh.
 it, then eat it.                *   AKA Don. Shaffer
          -Thri-kreen saying     *       Dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
           rough translation     *
*****************************************************************************
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From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Subject: Re: Blade vs. the world (Trawm's Pissed)
Summary: Betcha someone else is even more pissed... : ) 
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 15:54:06 GMT

In article <92275.101041ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
>>(Notes for others fighting Blade: His exoskeleton makes him virtually
>>indestructible, and his skin is so knife covered that it pretty much makes
>>him impossible to touch without getting cut. The best way I can see to take
>>him out is to get him out to the shore and somehow sink him. He is really
>>heavy and would sink like a stone, plus when he hit the bottom he would most
>>go back to sleep rather than trying to get back out. So basically we need to
>>herd/lure him to the ocean. Anyone want to help?)
>
>     Hey, I heared dat.  Yinz guys better not get ridda him or I is gonna
>kick yer butts.  Dat guy gotta future in my bar an' I ain't gonna let ya
>sink him in da ocean.  Just help me get him in da pit an' he won't bother
>no one no more.
>
>     Beer and Violence and Regeneration,
>                  -Trawm-

      Hmph. Trawm, your 'pal' has a great future in Glorshanned Keep's DUN-
GEON! Such an abomination cannot be allowed to roam the streets of Generica,
killing our citizens unchecked. The Guard will handle this. I advise you and
any other meddlers not to interfere...

       Law & Order
       -Sgt. Thorpe-

(Hey, don't look at me! The Guard commandeered my news site!! They said some-
thing about 'municipal security'...)
 
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Mother awakens the Blade
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 23:01:44 GMT

Mother, despite the trauma and difficulties she is currently going through,
senses the return of an old enemy, an enemy she can now have her revenge on.
Meshtak the Draga had returned to Generica. Mother, too busy with her own
troubles (dealing with Father Lucas, etc.) to handle it personally, sends a
tiny portion of magical energy into the harbor, where deep down in the muck,
a being is awoken.

A bum on the dock, drinking a pint of Black Demon rum (tm), looks up from his
customary position in the garbage to see a creature climb up onto the dock. It
is large, almost seven feet tall, and its skin is a mass of points and spikes.
It has no recognizable face, only two glowing eyes and a mouth overflowing
with sharp, black teeth. It lurches along, a being with a purpose, and the bum,
gaping in shock and unable to move, watches it shamble by, and hears it 
muttering in a less than human voice. "Killll......killl Messhhtakkk...." It 
lurches in the direction of the Dragon's pub.

-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica
From: gdscott@phazer.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] A pause in the battle
Date: 5 Oct 92 23:35:28 GMT
Organization: Kansas State University
NNTP-Posting-Host: phazer.ksu.ksu.edu


	As the lizardmen fall one by one, two figures sitting alone in a field
look with interst at a crystal tabletop which shows the battle in progress.
	"HA HA", the man in white shouts, "My knight takes your pawns!"
	The man in black smiles a thin smile, "But," he says with a low monotone,
"My pawns have infected your knight, and your knights pawns shall feel that
infection soon." He grins fully, showing his pearl white teeth, and perhaps it is
a trick of the light, but those teeth, appear razor edged...
From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [C&H] & [Sus]  Calvin's breakfast.
Date: 29 Sep 92 18:53:05 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

Susie follows Calvin out with an evil grin on her face.  As soon as they
have cleared the inn, Susie casts 'create hole' on Calvin's pouch.  Calvin,
who is too busy to notice, does not.  Susie picks up the fallen money, and
dispels the hole as soon as she has been reimbersed her initial investment.
Only then does she yell sweetly to Calvin, "oh Calvin!"
As Calvin turns to look, Susie holds up Hobbes and says "look who you
almost left behind".

           Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
Whither goest thou, young rogue?  Can there yet remain some villainy thou
hast not committed? 
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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] aftermath...
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 01:55:12 GMT

Blade has disappeared, and both 'Meshtaks' are safe, due to the efforts of
a strange group of individuals.
Meshtak lets out a sigh of relief after Arcadio has disposed of Blade once and
for all (?) Arcadio, Sir Tyrone, Chip and others gather around the weary and
now-dead-sober draga, all asking him what that was all about.
"I'm not really sure." he answers. "Last time I was here, we raided a slave
ship and freed this boy...and I guess I might still have some enemies from 
that...but I don't really know who would have the power to do something like
that..." The draga stops to reflect for a moment, and then he looks back at 
them. "You know what, though? Just before that thing disappeared, I heard it
say "Great mother, great mother, Blade has failed." " He looks at the strange
group of heroes. "And I know one thing; whoever sent that thing at me isn't
going to be too happy with the rest of you for giving me a hand. We may all be
in serious trouble."

Meshtak the Draga (thinkin' this has the makings of a wonderful thread...)
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 28 Sep 1992 08:49:02 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Farnham speaks with the shrouded one

           After calling for another beer Farnham looks around and spots
a lone shrouded figure sitting in one of the many corners of the inn. Sensing
a touch of mystery about the stranger he rises and approaches the table.

"May I join you?" he asks.

"Whatever your pleasure." reply's the stranger in a slightly feminine
voice. Not really too surprised by the revalation of gender, Farnham sits
and pauses over his beer.

"What brings you to the inn, if you don't mind me askin'?"
Organization: Penn State University
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 10:10:41 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Blade vs. the world (Trawm's Pissed)

>(Notes for others fighting Blade: His exoskeleton makes him virtually
>indestructible, and his skin is so knife covered that it pretty much makes
>him impossible to touch without getting cut. The best way I can see to take
>him out is to get him out to the shore and somehow sink him. He is really
>heavy and would sink like a stone, plus when he hit the bottom he would most
>go back to sleep rather than trying to get back out. So basically we need to
>herd/lure him to the ocean. Anyone want to help?)

     Hey, I heared dat.  Yinz guys better not get ridda him or I is gonna
kick yer butts.  Dat guy gotta future in my bar an' I ain't gonna let ya
sink him in da ocean.  Just help me get him in da pit an' he won't bother
no one no more.

     Beer and Violence and Regeneration,
                  -Trawm-
From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] Roger Travels, Talks, and Trashes...
Date: 4 Oct 92 22:19:42 GMT
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

The Jolly Roger looks around at his seven companions as they ride
south.  There is a little talking, people seem to be absorbed in
their own thoughts.  Roger looks back on the days events, himself,
musing on how things are going...

...Roger eventually gets up and goes to his room, leaving his 
companions.  Back at his room, he checks the supplies that he has
bought for just such an eventuality.  Finding everything in order,
he packs his supplies into a pair of saddlebags and heads to the 
stable.  At the stable, he grooms and readies his horse, Bones.
Tossing the saddlebags over the horse, he apologizes to the horse.
"Sorry, Bones, but I don't know when and how fast we will need to
leave.  You'll hav' ta deal with it.  As we all will..."

Roger wakes the next morning at the crack of dawn, rested and 
ready.  He opens the door as Glysten walks down the hall, falling
into step behind him.  Not a word is exchanged.  Now that Roger has
accepted the situation, it is business as usual.  And Roger's business
is running the shadows... and he is good at it to boot.

Roger's musing is cut short as the twang of a crossbow penetrates his
awareness.  Before he even contemplates, instincts take over and he is 
off his horse and flanking the source of the attack.  He feels the 
familiar surge as adrenaline enters the blood and his cyberwear kicks
into full force.  With a sense of detachment he notes the twelve 
enemies, lizardmen with typical weapons.  He also notices the man
known as the Traveller moving with speed matching his own, if not
greater.  He pauses for a split second to note this, and the fact that
Galland is no longer readily there.  Further evaluating the enemy,
he realizes hand-to-hand combat would be most efficient of resources.

In the split second that it takes Roger not so much to think these
things as to FEEL them, two lizardmen concentrate their attention on 
him, seeing him tumble from his horse and come out of the roll running
towards their right flank.

Roger moves towards the lizardmen not so much with raw speed, but with
a liquid grace that seems to almost anticipate the lizardmen's every
motion.  And with a lethal whisper, three eight inch long blades slide
from the knuckles of each of Roger's fists.  And then Roger is past
the two lizardmen, who are now doubled over trying to keep their internal
organs internal.

Roger pauses a moment to sheathe his titanium claws and wipe away the blood
that collects upon his knuckles.  And then looks around to once again
evaluate the situation and choose his next victims...


--Only two things in life are certain: death and taxes.--


--
| Brian Shea          |   "The mind does boggle.  |
| taz@athena.mit.edu  |      The mind expands."   |
| (:-|) Have a day.   |    -Red Hot Chili Peppers |
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Subject: BOTTOM
From: kgassner@vax1.umkc.edu
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 04:05:28 GMT
Organization: University of Missouri - Kansas City


All of a sudden, a new figure appears out of thin air in the middle
of the inn. He's a human, about 6'10" tall. His black hair and full
beard are about to become grey. He has the built and the weather-
beaten face of a fighter. He's wearing a cloak with the hood on his
back.

As he appears he seems to be in the middle of stumbling, but he
immediately regains his balance and looks around the room.
For just a moment he seems to be surprised about what he sees, then this
expression gives way to a broad smile (He looks much more friendly with
that one).

He puts a large object he was carrying into his backpack and walks over
to the bar. With a deep and strong voice he adresses the bartender in
a strongly accented common:

"A beer, good man."


Bye
	Adigar