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From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [KQ] Maleiu[TGMOAB 5.x]: A Hunter Is Not Finished So Easily
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Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada
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Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 05:13:20 GMT

Maleiu's mind noticed only gradually that there was a way up.  It had been sunk
into such a morass of self-hatred and pity that it had almost forgotten any
other state.

Then there was a sensation that was definitely different.  It had to do with
pain, and separation, and loss--but not his own.  Another's.

His own feelings paled in comparison.  And in that sense of proportion came the
return of memory.

He was Maleiu.  He was a hunter.  He had killed an opponent dishonorably, but
he owed a greater debt.  He was fighting the minions of an opponent that toyed
with men's minds, and he was getting more and more tired of it.

He was bleeding badly from the leg.  He lifted his arms, and noticed how weak
he was.  But even with his weakened arms he managed to rip off a strip of his
shirt--something he'd never gotten used to wearing in the first place.  He
lifted up his leg with an effort--it was stuck by a huge clot of blood to the
floor, and in separating it he started blood flowing anew.  But he quickly got
the strip under his leg, and then set about tying a tourniquet with it.  Soon
the blood flow slowed.  He bound it with another couple of strips.

He vaguely caught someone--'Raelf?--calling for retreat.  Have we won or lost?
Maleiu wondered.  If that sense of loss was truly Great Mother's, then perhaps
we have won.

'Raelf seemed to be forming some kind of magical gateway.  Suddenly Maleiu was
filled with a great repulsion for magic.  Who knows where, what mind-twisting
place that gateway would lead to?  The chamber seemed to have undergone some
kind of upheaval while he had been dead to the world, and cracks had appeared
everywhere.  He got unsteadily to his feet, nearly collapsing from the rush
of blood to the rest of his body.  The doors to the chamber had been similarly
destroyed, and he hobbled in that direction.

Looking back, he saw that most of the others seemed to be heading for 'Raelf
and his gateway.  But Captain and Azzar seemed to coming his way.  He was glad
of that--as much as it would pain him to admit it, he would probably need their
support to get out of here without collapsing.

Speaking of collapsing--the upheaval whose effects he had noticed was still
going on.  He saw more cracks appear, and then a shower of rubble that buried
the place where he had been, and the corpse of A'aa.  Rest easily, warrior, he
thought.  He hoped his soul was freed of its servitude to Great Mother.  He
spat at the thought of such evil.

Then Captain and Azzar reached the doorway, and, Maleiu leaning on Captain's
shoulder, they made their way out of the chamber.

--
---Alfvaen(Looking for "October's Baby")
"Lucille was secretly thrilled when Norman sucked her toaster."
   ---B. Kliban
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From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Blade]Chip finds meshtak
Date: 19 Nov 92 02:32:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <Nov.18.20.42.17.1992.6462@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes...
> 
>  After about a couple hours, Chip (and who ever is with him) finally found
>Meshtaks resting Place.  Chip entered the hut (badly scarring a young girl)
>checked on Meshtak (still unconsious) and then went back outside and stood 
>guard.  He tried to pinpoint the reast of his companions



..Arcadio turned up shortly afterward; his acrobatic talents, while formidable,
had not been quite enough to allow him to keep the pace that Chip set across
the rooftops.  "I must say," he says as he finally catches up to Chip, "It's
turning out to be an interesting day, after all...how fares our feline friend?"
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Ga]  The Sound of Silence
Date: 20 Nov 92 19:10:34 GMT
Organization: Harris Controls
Originator: mba@sp1



They continue on the road to Erranvale. Everyone is obviously shaken by what
has taken place, Garriot most of all.  The sound of him cursing himself
under his breath drifts to the back of the solemn procession.  Several of
the others look contemplative or confused.

No one speaks for a while.  No sound but the birds overhead and the
hoofbeats of the horses.

Marran'helarr, the small winged cat who seems to have attached herself to
Khisanth, takes off and flies ahead.  The sun sinks lower in the sky.

Marra returns, alighting on Zebron's unoccupied shoulder.  She seems to be
carrying on some conversation with Dusk.  She then returns to Khisanth's
shoulder.  The forest seems to get thicker.

Khisanth's voice is the first to break the silence.  "Marra says that there
is a town about two miles from here.  We are nearly at the edge of the
forest."  The sun is very low in the sky.

An hour later, they reach the edge of the forest at the top of a hill.
Down the hill, a small town sits on the bank of a small river.  It is
almost dusk.

The melancholy crew rides down the hill, and enters the town.  Alaric
arranges lodging for the night, and stabling for the horses.

After a meal halfheartedly eaten, everyone retires in silence to their
rooms.

Khisanth/Alaric

"I could be bounded in a nutshell and yet count myself king of infinite space"

-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +      Any opinions presented are mine alone.
  Good judgment comes from experience.  Experience comes from bad judgment.
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [TW] Amachiak: Briefing to all involved
Date: 19 Nov 92 07:28:19 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

[ADMIN:  I'm going to take extreme narrator's liberty here.  I apologize
in advance to anyone who get offended by the fact that the characters of
the TW thread are now all assumed to be together in the stable.  Indigo has
put his tank on the metagolem's arm platform.  Ixyaniphor has mounted and
has allowed his horse to see his surface thoughts.  And Moria has mounted
and has extended an invitation to Amachaik to ride whenever he gets tired.]

In article <silk.722128703@mcl>, silk@mcl.ucsb.edu (ken mencher) writes:
> In <jpesonen.117@viikki.Helsinki.FI> jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
>>	"Now I've told everything I know so far. Let's get moving!"
>>Amachiak jumps on the back of Chik-Cha and starts towards the door.
>>	"If anyone has any questions, I can answer them on the way."
> 
> Kotaro shakes his head.  "I've heard of sketchy briefings before, but this
> is ridiculous.  He turns to Moria.  "Tell me, how did I get into this?  I
> mean, it's not like I'm going to back out, but...."

   Moria looks down from the back of Nightraven and smiles a small
sarcastic smile, "I believe that you volunteered, Kotaro.  That is how all
of us got into this."
 
> Shaking his head again, he revs his hover cycle, and follows Amachiak,
> trying hard not to run the little guy over.

   Moria watches Kotaro's strange beast move off down the street, thinking
to herself that some people can never be understood.  She looks over at the
small metagolem, who was started off down the street.  The strange
three-legged gait of the construct keeping Indigo's tank surpisingly still.

##Let's go, Nightraven.  We have alot of distance to cover.##

   Her incredibly black steed started off after the others, its hooves
making no sound as it travelled across the cobbled streets behind the
others in the group.  
   She glanced up at the midday sun, judging that the party could make at
least 10 miles if Amachiak would accept a ride.  As she brought her eyes
down, she thought she saw a fiery explosion on the other side of the inn,
but discounted it as unlikely.

-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista]/[L]/[blade] Newcomer Makes A Mess
Summary: NEW almost villain CHARACTER enters the scene
Date: 23 Nov 92 12:09:40 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


Magical crakcling fills an alley nearby the Plaza.
Then darkness envelopes the alley. If the dark of the night can be overcome 
with darkness, then this would be the thing.
Crackling continued and suddenly stopped.
There was a shadow within the shadows. Something so dark, that it hurt your 
eyes, when you watched it. Something so sinister, you avoided it. Something 
so black, your eyes didn't register it, if you didn't look directly into it.

It stood up, and stepped out of the shadow.

**Place unknown, I see. Minor distortion, flow essentialled. Gate closed, 
proper. **

It started to walk towards the plaza, carefully, without a sound.

**Dark disciples used. Strong force accounted. Interrested.**

It came into the end of the alley. It looked the battle in the middle of the 
plaza.
Air trying to crush some feeble man, Fire being battled down by a woman, 
Water battled against wolf, Firecat and an inferior Imp and Earth was pushed 
back from the side of an Inn by a magical force.
The last one was interresting. No-one seemed to be controlling the force.

**Unduly force. No chaotic influence. No pain.**

It began to move towards the Inn. It blended into the shadows so well, that 
even the most keen eyed Rabble couldn't see it.

**Wait. Violence deeming. Tune in, follow actions.** 

It stopped into an end of a road. There was a sort of insect warrior 
standing on the road. Behind it could be seen three figures. One held it's 
leg and was howling something rude. Other was clad into a strange costume 
and the fourth was just a tiny fellow.
It opened it's cloak. Out came a bottle, which it opened carefully.
	"Fly my smallest friends, Help the weak, help the weak. Crushing 
come the strong in deed, falling come the strong in need. Fly my friends, 
fly when freed."
By saying this It opened the bottle, and out came three small batlike 
beings. They were black, pitch black and they flew witout a sound. One flew 
towards the Plaza, while two flew towards the people on the road...

	Shadow Mage, The Deliverer

ADMIN: Farnham and Chip-Chiti, you will not get any help from this one 
fellow, nor will the people in the Plaza. He's a new dimensional villain and 
will fiend his way around the town...
I'd like to talk with the person writing Hendrix. Don't ask where It gets it'
s knowledge, It just gets...!!!


    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
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Tuesday, 17 Nov 1992 11:11:55 EST
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Blade] On the trail of Meshtak

          Token made the decision to follow Chip in search of Meshtak
Token soon caught up with Chip and informed him of his desire to help
find the ailing Meshtak. Night was setting in and Token was relying totally
on Chips ability to track Meshtak. Chip led him thru the darkened streets
of generica, occasionaly pausing as if to get a fix on his quarry.wispering
to the Thri-keen Token asked Chip if he had an Idea why the local militia
had attempted to capture them.
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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Kloote [inn]: Enter before Hell breaks loose
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 19:45:17 GMT

  Kloote and his two companions entered the Inn and moved to the bar, where
Kloote asked, "Can I have the back room for a couple of minutes?"
  Littlefair gestured a "why not?" and the three retired to the back room
(where once Rhoan Pathkeeper, William the Younger of Tell, and others had had
a contest throwing axes and the like).
  From the Rabble, someone shouted, "Do nothing I wouldn't do!" and the rest
of the Rabble laughed.  Listener groaned.  He had heard that too often
already, and always from the same guy...

  Shortly after that, Voop-ki the jailer - a small, elderly man - entered the
Inn.  As soon as he closed the door behind him, a noise could be heard outside.
Two persons rushed by him, and the noise turned out to be caused by several
elementals out in the Plaza.  There was a lot of commotion, and Voop-ki
barely managed to stay out of the way.  He climbed on a table to get a better
view of what was going on outside - those silly gawkers were blocking the
sight.

--
thomas kettenring, 3 dan, kaiserslautern, germany
...and then the dragon ate the princess and the knight, and he lived happily
ever after.   -- Grandma Addams telling Wednesday a story (paraphrased)
From: Robert.T.Warfield@dartmouth.edu (Robert T. Warfield)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [C&H] & [Sus] Calvin finds a Happy Halfling
Date: 17 Nov 92 22:10:56 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH
X-Posted-From: InterNews1.0b1@newshost.dartmouth.edu


 
 The three adventurers spent half the day searching for Happy
Halflings, but there were none to be found. It seemed as if all the
Halflings had left town. Calvin had all but given up hope of finding a
guide to his favorite cereal when they passed a tavern.
  The tavern was a seedy looking joint on the edge of town. The three
would have passed it by had they not heard a strange sound issuing from
it. That sound was a high pitched voice crying "wheeeeeeee!" as if the
body it belonged to was on a roller coaster.
  Inside the tavern was a strange sight indeed. The place was packed
wall to wall with fighters and  all the happy Halflings in town. Both
groups  were well on their way to getting drunk. There were bets being
made on a most strange competition in progress. The party watched as a
team of one fighter and one Happy Halfling walked up to a chalk line on
one side of the room. The fighter then proceeded to pick up the
Halfling and hurl him across the room. As the Halfling flew across the
room he yelled "Wheeeeeee!" as loud as he could. The fighters were
betting on how far they could throw. The Halflings were betting on
vocal ability and landings.
  The contest was finally decided when one Halfling was thrown so far
that he bounced off the far wall. The Halfling then did a triple
somersault and landed on his feet. Never once in his acrobatics was
there a break in his gleeful cry.
  Calvin shouldered his way through the crowd and approached the
Halfling "Hey, that was neat!" he said.
  "Thank you" replied the Halfling.
  "I bet you must have had three bowls of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs
to do that."
  "Actually, I had four bowls" the Halfling beamed proudly. He then did
a double take. "How did you know about Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs?"
  "Where I come from, it's quite common. After all, it's fortified with
nine essential vitamins and minerals. Unfortunately, I cannot get it
here. So I'm on a quest for them."
  "Ooohh! I love quests. Can I come too?"
  "Sure, we need a guide to your island anyway."




ADMIN: Sorry it's been so long since the last Calvin. I've been
suffering from a combination of a bad cold, a heave workload, and
writers block.

**********************************************************************
* Arthur, king of the Britons    * King of the who?                  *
* King of the Brittons!          * Who are the Brittons anyway?      *
* I am, you are, we all are the  *                                   *
* Brittons and I am your king!   * Well, I didn't vote for you.      *
**********************************************************************
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From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Marcel [TGMOAB 5.3] Ground Zero
Date: 18 Nov 1992 23:13:29 GMT
Organization: Baylor College of Medicine
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Originator: albert@chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu

> "MARCEL, PREPARE FOR EVAC!  BRING THE WOUNDED."  shouted 'Raelf.

	Marcel had been staring dumbfounded at the chaos surrounding the
Great Mother.  Her monstrous children, for the moment, had vanished into
whatever corners they oozed from.  Only Thk, on the other side of the room
remained in combat, dueling with Paranachus.

	[You heard the man, let's boogie.]

	Marcel shook his head to clear his thoughts.  He looked about, and
saw the injured Colin.  He dashed over to his side, and carefully put his
arm around the injured ranger, and lifted him to his feet.
	"Can you walk?"  asked Marcel.
	"No, leg's busted." 
	"Pas probleme.  Lean on me."  The two slowly backed away from the
Great Mother, towards 'Raelf.

	As Colin and Marcel limped closer to 'Raelf.....

> With the speed and strength of the truly desperate, Kron reverses his short
> sword and drives it will all his might through the skull of his one and only
> sister.

			CHAOS.

	...sage's shields save him.

	Thk's trident sparkles in his hands, and a shimmering blue-green
aura saves him.

	'Raelf's aetheric wards buckle, then shatter under the strain.
"Heinous," he whispers.  
	<<  engage mass/conv.  >>
    << WARNING: core breech.  intermix formula reaching criti- >>
	<< just do it >>

	'Raelf's form begins to flicker even faster. RockVoidFireAenigmaStorm.

	Marcel and Colin fell to the ground.  

	[Oooh, #$&^#cel.  We !@@er get the !@#) out of ~@@#@#%.]
	
	Marcel agonizingly got to his feet.  When the maelstrom erupted,
he had thrown Colin to the ground and fell on top of him.  His back was
blistered with sick green boils.  He wearily pulled Colin up, and the two
stumbled towards 'Raelf (?) who was unsteadily gesturing with his staff.
	"Dudes, the engines they canna take the strain.  We're leaving NOW!"
-- 
Rick Jones				Systems Support Center
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Voice: 713-798-7352			standard disclaimers apply
		Don't flame me because I'm beautiful.
From: foleye@xanth.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [ST] Kirkil: Welcome Shrouded One. Notice to Others, too!!
Date: 17 Nov 92 23:36:01 GMT
Organization: Oregon State University
NNTP-Posting-Host: xanth.cs.orst.edu

In article <jpesonen.118@viikki.Helsinki.FI> jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) writes:
>Kirkils hear jumps again. Too many surprises at the same time.
>	"Zoo, you havee cometh back from far." Small leathery flapping is 
>heard and Xrxs lands on his shoulder.
>	"Meeny friendes have to our quest fore that litele Timlyn requested. 
>I have that tente surveilled, it harmlessly seem. There newe ekwipment this 
>mourning cometh, on winged lizard-no-tail hade. I suggest, we the tente 
>first experiment for informatione, eh?"
>

The Shrouded One peers up at him from beneath her hood with her ebon eyes.
"Indeed.  I counsel that we move quickly and make our observations as swift
as possible.  If they have watchers about, we must reach the tent and learn
what it is about ere those watchers can return and warn them of our coming."

She sits up in her chair, finishing the last of her MistWine, folding her
cloak over her.  She looks at the others expectantly, wondering when they're
going to get up and make their move.

+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	Kryalla Simuel the Shrouded One			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
+	foleye@xanth.cs.orst.edu			  +
+=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [MISTA][L] Madness takes a hand
Date: 20 Nov 92 23:50:29 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <1992Nov20.204045.1654@dct.ac.uk>, mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk writes:
> 	From the Inn's doorway and windows, all that the Rabble could see was
> a corpse that should have been dead, lift its body up and send a searing light
> flashing from its hands towards the large Fire elemental. Some of the more keen 
> eyed amongst the crowd gasped as the flash illuminating a stream of molten
> metal flowing from a gaping hole in the side of the Elf's left leg, which
> seemed to be leaning at an unnatural angle.
> 
> 								Mel.

   Redlin glimpes all of this out of the corner of his eye as he continued
his rush to attack the Fire.  He never made himself an easy target, leaping
over, under, and to either side of the fire blasts of his enemy.  He was
nearly in range to attack when he noticed that the bright flash was aiming
right for him.  In a move as much instinct as calculation, he dived into a
roll, his sword extended to his left.  The effect was pleasantly
satisfying.
   Just as the lightning bolt hit Fire, Redlin's black sword passed through
the creature's nearly insubstantial body, lingering inside its leg as
Redlin finished his roll.  The black fire tracing its way up and down the
length of the blade warred with the bright fire of the monster, finally
overwhelming it and growing stronger and darker.  
   Redlin came to his feet in time to see the elemental, no longer having
the power to hold its size, shrink a little, its fires dimming and its
flame weakening.  He was also just in time to find himself bodily lifted
into the air by the whirlwind that was Air and caught inside the beast's
cruel cyclone.
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.
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From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria:  Revierie and Lunch (short)
Date: 23 Nov 92 16:13:05 GMT
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY


   Moria glanced around at her companions as she rode her silent Night'
down the well travelled road.  She found Amachiak by the characteristic
feel of his mount, then promptly lost sight of him as he leaped to another
branch out of her sight.  For a moment she just stared after him as his
antics surfaced memories of her life.  Slowly, she brought herself back to
the present and continued her survey.
   Kotaro was nowhere around.  Presumably, he had not returned from his
errand in the city that caused him to fly off like that.  She did not
understand this man.  At times he seemed to be a person of honor, but other
times he struck her as a mercenary of the highest caliber.  An enigma to be
certain.
   Next she studied Ixy.  He was well recovered from his ordeal.  She still
was not certain that allowing those who had captured him to live was the
greatest of ideas, but she would respect his wishes...after all, they might
be following us right now.  She allowed herself a tight little smile at
this thought.  
   She did not even have to look at Indigo.  Her friend was upset with her
for forcing him to ride on the arms of her metagolem.  Perhaps he will
come to see the sense of it before long.  It would be a shame for him to do
something drastic.

   They stopped for lunch, Indigo in particular relieved at the
interruption.
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.