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From: rigler@galileo.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: [KQ] Thk [FACTORY] Magic Brownies...
Organization: IFA
Date: Sun, 6 Sep 1992 21:38:32 GMT

JOYSTIX FACTORY LEVEL 2:
-----------------------

Using his portable hole, Kron frees Thk from the cauldron of boiling 
chemicals.  The two warriors exchange a few pleasantries as the 
former contents of the cauldron spread outwards across the floor in a 
greasy slick.  'Toons and humanoids alike dodge aside from its path. 
All around the room, eyes begin to water and skin begins to itch.

'Raelf strains against his bonds and calls out. "KRON!  Make like Clinton
and don't inhale, dude.  That concoction is heinous.  Definitely most 
unhealthy for the system."

Beside 'Raelf, also bound with cartoon rope, the mind flayer Quruuminias
smiles briefly.  It is his concoction, after all.  Now if he can just
break free...

Kron looks down.  He is standing in a patch of the reddish-black goo.
The stains on his skin are starting to itch, but he realizes feels great.
No, not just 'great.'  Splendid!  Spectacular!!  Supercalafragilistic Man!!!
Psychofunkidipililipohippopotimus...

The grizzled warrior expands his chest and bellows, "I'M YOUNG AGAIN!!!"

"Oh-oh!" 'Raelf says. "Thk do something..."

Kron curtsies.  "I AM AS HAPPY AS A LITTLE GIRL!!!"  He reaches down and 
fumbles with the hilt of his sheathed sword...

The lizardman sheaths his swords and raises his hands.  "Sizirith.  T'chopf 
ith Thana'or.  Chazazillirith nif chkopf!"

There is a flash of steam as the lizardman's shamanistic spell gates the 
entire water content (67%) of the black goo back to the Plane of Water.  
What remains is a flakey, dessicated crust, not unlike burnt brownies.

"COME THK, LET US FENCE, YOU OLD FORKTONGUE!!!" 

Thk looks up to see the weaving point of Kron's sword.  Kron's pupils are
dilated and the lizardman fancies he sees tiny whirlpools therein.  He
gestures upwards, and says "Fpok'hc fin thirillizazach.  Ro'anath thi F-
-poch'T.  Th'irizis!" 

Kron looks up in time to see a 20x20x20' cube of water materialize near 
the ceiling above the point where he and Thk are standing.  * SPLASH !!! *  
The water is crystal pure, and it flushes the remnants of the drug away
from skin, eyes, throats and gill slits.  As the two clean and sputtering
warriors help eachother to their feet, Thk remarks:

"The mute human who ssslew Creft isss named Blink."

But Kron ignores him.  "THE HILLLSSS ARE ALIIIIIVE, WITH THE SOUND OF 
MUUUUUSSSSSIC!!!"

Thk kneels and uses his dagger to break off several chunks of the dessicated
psycho-brownies, which he places carefully into a pouch.  These will prove 
useful to his tribes should the Genericans ever decide to break the peace 
treaty.  The lizard king grins at the thought of having his spies introduce 
this substance into the water supplies of the human settlements up and down 
the frontier.


    \========C\                Rigler...
              \\ 
  <===========C ]==|[///////////////////]|==========|[////////////]D>
              //  
    /========C/                 ...Thk

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From: tim@mik.uky.edu (timothy c huesman)
Subject: [Inn] Prill (Cathal's table) Serene
Keywords: Prill, Serene, Doc Pan, stew, Cathal
Summary: Prill will eat stew, Serene
Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1992 03:03:01 GMT

> Serene quietly leans to Prill, "Do you care for stew as well, or would
> you care for a special dish.  We have many varieties of seeds as well
> as a selection of insects."  The barmaid blushes, "I don't mean to be
> insulting, but we do have many patrons of many species whose dietary
> needs we can fulfill."

   Prill cocks her head to the side and eyes Serene silently, her wide-
 set eyes well-suited for staring.  She whispers melodiously, warm, light
 overtones setting the bones of the head atingle.  One can't help but
 smile as such is the intent...to smile as Prill cannot.  
   "Thank you, the stew will be delightful I'm sure.  In this form I have
 the advantage of not having to eat more than my weight daily.  I assure
 you that in this form I have desires similar to most humans and do well
 to eat a meal suited for endurance activity as might a marathon runner.
 Still, the Doctor has shown me ways to improve my diet...he is quite the
 scholar.  Give him a few weeks to study the flora of this world and he'll
 soon be encouraging everyone to eat weeds and sewer-rushes."  Her voice
 trills lightly at the last word, easily interpreted as a conspiratorial
 wink.
 
--

  tim                 mik.uky.edu          Tim  Huesman
From: slg7m@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Azzar [Warehouse] What the ?@## are toons?
Date: 8 Sep 92 17:08:37 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

In article <1992Sep7.193123.14723@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>, aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey) writes:
> Suddenly Marcel's face went slack, and intelligence seemed to return.  His
> opponent took advantage of his distraction to disarm him, and was shifting his
> grip on his Zweihander for the killing blow.  Azzar, Maleiu, and Rhoan all had
> the same thought.  Maleiu threw his spear, which the skull-faced man knocked
> aside easily, and Azzar's arrow missed by a hair as he stepped aside.  But
> Rhoan's battle axe struck its mark.  The skull-face stumbled as it bit into his
> leg.

Azzar stood dazed, bow hanging limply from her hands as the creatures in the
room finally registered. She'd never seen anything like them in all her
travels.  Little blue gnomes?!? were trying to pull her away from the fighting,
but she ignored them.

  Then Maleiu grabbed her and held her in a firm embrace.  She didn't struggle
as she was still somewhat dazed by the mayhem, yet it brought her to her
senses.

> He stepped back.  "My apologies, Lady.  I was...disoriented.  The
> air in this place is not wholesome."

"Maleiu, don't worry.  No harm was done," Azzar replied.

> Then all those in the room turned as the trapdoor opened again.
From: z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Killian's back
Date: 8 Sep 92 13:49:23 CST
Organization: Stephen F. Austin State University

Once the fight was over and the wounds healed, Killian looked at the shocked
faces of his companions.
	"Forgive my actions.  The wound did anger me, but I have a particular
distaste for slavers.  I had been captured by a group far east of here that
wanted to sell me to a freak show.  All I was to them was an animal.  Granted,
when I fight, I do not play games, they die or I do, and I do everything I can
to make sure they do."
	"In the meantime, let me find a bath or a river to clean up at.  I
cannot stand being this filthy.  It is good to have found your company again."

Killian - King of Bards and Bard of Kings
z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
From: mccall@Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The door opens ...
Date: 11 Sep 92 03:12:05 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.EDU (D. Todd Mccall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

Mardan looks up, unsteadily, from his ale (which he has hardly touched). When
he looks at Kyleen a glimmer of recognition lights his eyes. He slowly rises 
from his chair and walks slowly(as if unsure of his steps) across the room to
her table. He walks to a position on the side of the table opposite her chair.
Holding his helmet at his side he stands at attention  and begins to speak to
Kyleen.

   "M'lady Jenna, I was not expecting you to be the agent here or I would not
deliver this report with my uniform in such disreputable shape, but I was 
told that the report should be delivered as soon as I found the local agent..."

At this point the bluriness clears from his eyes, and he realizes that he is 
not talking to lady Jenna, "My apologies ,milady I thought you were someone
else..", at this point his carefully(barely) maintained balance collapses
and so does he. In slow motion he hits the table and then the floor, landing 
face up on the inn floor.
From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] Enter Aglarond...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:12:12 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu



[ADMIN: proxy-posted for: 
        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    The  man dusted off his boots and tried to pick the grass out the  knees 
 of his pants.  After deciding that that was futile, he quickly put his hood 
 up and pulled his cloak together around his white chemise.
 
     He  promptly walked into the Dragons Inn.  When no one greeted  him  or 
 welcomed him in, he started looking for a dark and deserted corner.
     
    "Of course," he said, realizing that this place would have all 18 of its 
 corners filled to capacity.
 
    The dark figure, who just now was out in the middle of the room, thought 
 to  himself <It doesn't seem like anyone in here is what I'm  looking  for.  
 Better try another lowlier place.>
 
    The  stranger  found, after traveling down many side  streets  and  back 
 alleys,  his  way to a shabby little place known as the  Drift  Inn.   Upon 
 traversing  the  threshold of the godsforsaken place,  he  was  immediately 
 greeted  by a drunkard whose only wish was for enough money to pay for  the 
 last  drink that would knock him into unconciousnous.  The  dark-toned  man 
 quickly  backhanded  the  inebriated fellow to the  ground,  where-upon  he 
 proceeded to kick the man into his dreams.
 
    A short and quite stout man made his way over to the cloaked figure.
 
    "Are yee lookin' fer a place to sleep?" said the man who was most likely 
 the  owner  of  the  establishment.  "Only two coppers  a  night,  my  fine 
 friend," a phrase he quickly added after noticing the man on the floor.
 
    "Yes.  I believe that this is the place."  He then handed the coppers to 
 the owner.
 
    "What name shall I register you under?"
 
    "Master Aglarond Duinmaren Rhunen III"


It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of Safu
that the thoughts aquire speed
the lips aquire stains
the stains become a warning.
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.    - Mentat Piter De Vries

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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [L] Moving Right Along...
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1992 01:56:40 GMT

>  "Luthor, what's wrong?" asked Brycur, his hand instinctively dropping to
>his sword.

>  "Near the stream, I saw a tribe of Lizardmen.  It looks like they attacked
>some people near the stream and captured them....the strange thing is that
>one of the captives looks just like Rachel, my wife."  His voice became
>distant with those last words.

>  "It looks like we have some people to save."  Bakr would finally get the
>chance to prove himself...or would he just fail again like before?

>Brycur withdrew the ancient sword from its scabbard again and with a muttered
>"here we go again" he prepared to ride into battle again with his faithful
>companions.

  "How many lizardmen are there?" asked Sal.
  "A real lot, maybe a hundred."  It looked like Luthor was far away in his
thoughts, staring at some point at the ground.
  Brycur shook his head.  "We can't fight hundred lizardmen!"
  "Do you think the people were in imminent danger?" Bakr intercepted.
  That question was more difficult, and Luthor looked up.  "I don't know."
  "Perhaps the lizards want to eat them, but then why didn't they kill them
yet?" Brycur suggested.
  "Maybe they like FRESH meat," Luthor said weakly.  The thought of a
Lizardman eating a Golden Elf shook him deeply.

  The four travelers were ordering their thoughts for a moment, then Bakr
said, "If there is enough time, we should be able to find a way to free
them.  As soon as it's dark, or at least... what's the word?  Half-dark?"
  "Dusky?"
  "Thanks, Brycur.  As soon as it's dusky, I can pose as a lizardman."
  "Why not now?"
  "Either they will recognize that I am not one of their tribe, or one may
want to talk to me in Lizardspeak.  Later they perhaps won't notice.
Lizardmen can't see in the dark like elves, or can they?
Of course Luthor could go there too with his cloak, or you, Salamander.
You once mentioned that you use disguise spells too."
  "Fine, so you are lizardmen.  And what do you do then?  You can't walk
away with the prisoners."
  Bakr looked to the ground.  "I don't know.  I thought one of you could have
an idea.  Luthor?  Sal?"

  "I think that we should untie them and then run like Hell.  Sal, could you
create a 'diversion' or something?  Something small...how about a fireball?"
Luthor suggested.
   "No problem."  Sal got out his wand and smiled evilly.

Written by
	    Bakr
	    and
            -The Dreamer-
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 15 Sep 92 19:45:17 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.


Our Story So Far: Garriot, an individual with no memory but a sense of
forboding, has come to the Dragon's Inn to find his past.  Or, at least, 
someone to help him with this task.  Both Kyleen and Kisanth have expressed
interest individually, and now the three are just starting the standard
introduction stuff.  They happen to be at a table close to Zebron Twilight,
the self-professed "Silver Sword of Eilisraee," who has just returned to the
inn after a quest for the fabled "Tuition Monies," a task imposed upon him by
the elders of the infamous Rutgers University, in the land of the new Jersey.
Unfortunately, the elf seems not to notice them.  Fortunately, Dusk, the drow's
raven companion, does.

mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes:

>[Admin: Zebron's the dark elf, not me :) Though Zebron, having some magickal
>abilities, might be able to help, too...Zebron? ]

"CAW!" the bird cries, giving Zebron something to focus on instead of aimlessly
looking over the common room.
"What now Dusk?"
"We just got here."
"No. I don't want to leave yet."
"Maybe you forgot.  You rode on my shoulder.  I was the one walking.  I need
to rest, relax, have some wine.....hmm....WAITRESS! red wine, here, please."
"Not the oath again.  Yes, I remember it."
"But they aren't _asking_ for my help, are they?  They seem to be fine without
me.  Besides, how can I help them.  This is Generica.  We're from Qurquin."
"What? Ol'ka-ne? And you know how to get to it?"
"Still, the answer is no."
The two, elf and bird, are staring each other down.  However, the outcome of 
this battle is never in doubt.
"Maybe.  _IF_ we're asked."
The bird crows.  It's obvious he would smile if he could.

-jak
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Khisanth greets Zebron and Garriot
Date: 15 Sep 92 12:33:52 GMT
Organization: Harris Controls
Originator: mba@sp1


"I'm afraid I have not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance, Kyleen"

After introductions have been made, Khisanth pushes her long red hair back from
her face, revealing delicate features which betray some non-human lineage, but
which, somehow, don't look elven either..

[Admin: Zebron's the dark elf, not me :) Though Zebron, having some magickal
abilities, might be able to help, too...Zebron? ]

Khisanth

-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +        #include <disclaimer.h>
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From: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu (Todd McCall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Mid-morning
Date: 15 Sep 92 20:16:24 GMT
Reply-To: mccall@oswego.Oswego.edu (Todd McCall)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY
Originator: mccall@gidney.oswego.edu



Mardan comes down the stairs (from the room he paid for last night with a gold
coin). His appearance is much neater that last night,with his current clothing
being grey military fatigues(with the red hawk insignia on the left chest),and
wearing a black beret. As he comes down the stairs, he spots Kyleen and walks
casually over to where she is sitting, "Good Morning, Kyleen", he then 
proceeds over to the bar, and gets a glass of light wine, he then proceeds to
an empty table, and pulls out a packet of cards(of some sort) and spreads
them on the table, in no discernable pattern. He sits concentrating on the
cards and occaisionally sipping at the glass of wine.


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Subject: Help
From: pickett@kenyon.edu
Date: 15 Sep 92 12:37:53 -0500
Reply-To: pickett@kenyon.edu
Distribution: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Organization: Kenyon College

Could someone please fill me in on how to get started on this.  I'm pretty
confused on what to do.  My address is:

			pickett@kenyon.edu

Thanks,

	John C.
From: andsol@owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Need Help For Siteless Poster
Date: 15 Sep 92 00:38:15 GMT
Organization: Rice University

No, not me.  :^)

Christopher Steiner seems to have local posting access only from his site.
He would like to find a volunteer to assist him in posting his articles
for him.  If you feel inclined to assist, email him at:

csteiner@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu 

Thanks in advance for your assistance.
-- 
Andrew Solberg          |"If I were your wife I'd poison your tea!" 
Undying University Mooch|              Anon. Outraged British Woman
andsol@owlnet.rice.edu  |"And if I were your husband I'd drink it!"
Phone:713-529-8627      |              Winston Churchill
From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [MH] Surprise at the Entrance
Date: 12 Sep 92 00:07:36 GMT
Organization: Computervision



		The dark elf watched the door split as Hubarak cleaved
	it in two.  Well, that was one way.  Now he understood why the
	Guild asked him to find someone who knew about _locks_.

		"Right, well let's-"  He froze in his tracks as he
	crossed the threshold.

		Hubarak looked at him a second.  "Art thou ill?  Has
	some magic rendered thee-"

		"I'm all right," answered the elf, "I'm just
	concentrating.  I felt something when I walked through the
	doorway."

		"What, pray tell?"

		"Just a sec."  He let his mind reach out.  There was
	something...yes, a repeated signal, broadcast away from the
	house.  "It's some sort of...enchantment?  But it's so small
	and simple.  There's no way it could entrance someone."

		"Well then, mayhap-DOWN!  Down, I say!"

		Instinctively, the elf ducked and took cover behind one
	side of the doorway, just as a large bird flew down and grabbed
	at Hubarak's arm.  The armor protected him enough to take a swing
	at it with his axe, just missing.

		The bird landed a few yards away, its wings spread out in
	challenge.  It might've been a falcon, or some other bird of prey.
	Hubarak held his axe before him in a guarding position.

		"If," he shouted so he would not have to turn his head,
	"thou hast a spell to counter this enchantment, 'twould be most
	appreciated!"

		The elf thought a moment.  He could try to scramble the
	signal, but he couldn't pinpoint where it originated from.  Maybe
	he could scare it off.  As the mighty wings swept the bird toward
	the fighter, the elf cast an illusion of a fearsome cat running 
	from under Hubarak's legs and jumping at the feathered beast.

		An animal's senses may help it to see through most
	illusions, but when any creature sees something about to run into
	it, it can't help but react.  The bird turned slightly to the side.
	Hubarak seized the opportunity, swinging the axe into the lower
	left wing.  The bird, confused and wounded but still able to fly,
	took to the air in retreat.

		The elf managed to find his tongue again.  "It was a
	summons.  Probably triggered when the door was opened."

		"Aye," replied Hubarak, "a trained pet, perhaps."  He
	lowered his axe as the flying shape receded.  "My thanks for your
	illusory feline's assistance."

		The elf stood up again, checking to see if he'd dropped
	anything from his pouch.  "No problem.  Don't mention it."

		"Then let us continue from where we were interrupted, and
	find your compatriot."  He gestured toward the house's interior.
	"After you."

	Michael, the Chaotic
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From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: Kloote [Inn]: Conversation about Missing Persons
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1992 20:46:56 GMT

  As he sits on 'Raelf's seat, Lifilis Kloote finds a small pile of gear
by the table.  It seems that someone left their junk here.  He attempts to
shove it away with the foot - , but as he touches it, he suddenly finds
that he doesn't care about it, it's not important, it's Somebody Else's
Problem.  So he waits for his meal, ignoring the mess at his table.

  Littlefair appears with the soup and cleans the table, finding a message
under a crumpled metal cup:  "I am called away, I will join you if I can,
when I can.  K."

  "This doesn't belong to you, does it?" he asks.
  "No.  I know nobody here who could send me messages."
  "Then it's for the party in search of the Dragon.  I'll take charge of
it.  Say -"
  Kloote looks up from his soup.
  "Didn't you mention you can bring back lost persons?  This would be an
opportunity."
  "Lost Persons.  Not Dragons."
  "Only humans?"
  "No!  I could recover that dragon too, but it's too risky!  I need to
know the looks of the being in question, and if that dragon is Not
Accurately Described to me, another one will be summoned.  You'll
understand that I don't want that.  I won't do it unless they have a Very
Good Image of the beast."

  The barkeeper frowns.  "Oh yes.  Then perhaps you'd like to recover
Kron's sister?  The party who searches for her wasn't here for quite a
time, though."
  "If they can describe her well enough... We'll see to that."  Kloote
turns to the soup again, and the innkeeper returns to the bar.

  When the conjurer has finished his meal, he stands up and retreats to
his room for the night.

--
Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist
aka Bakr ibn Ja'far ibn Musa al Mekneshi, apprentice mage
aka Thomas Kettenring
From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The pubsite drama continues...
Keywords: Continuation of Re: a stranger arrives, or some such.
Date: 9 Sep 92 00:37:35 GMT
Reply-To: scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat)
Organization: Instructional Computing Center, SUNY at Oswego, Oswego, NY

A knowing look momentarily crosses Kyleen's face.  She continues in Elven,
her accent more pronounced:

"I have a feeling that our paths were meant to cross.  If thou art pursued
unjustly, and needst help, it is my duty to assist thee.  Even should thou 
try to spare me your trouble, our paths would cross at some further point.
Better to be there from the beginning, so I am aware of what we are against.
Worry not for my sake, so long as I do what is necessary, I shall remain un-
scathed...I think. 
(Kyleen now switches to common, albeit accented)  But now rest is in order,
for both of us.  Have you the money to pay for lodging?  This is by far the
safest place I have come upon in my travels.  A credit, no doubt, to our
hosts and hostess".  Kyleen acknowledges those she recognizes.

        Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity
Oh if people only knew how DULL it was to live in sin!...
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