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Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Wednesday, 30 Sep 1992 11:18:38 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's table . . .
 <jpesonen.56@viikki.Helsinki.FI>

           Hearing the Thri-keen mention trouble,Farnham turned his attention
away from the shrouded one and looked toward the door. It was at that moment
that a mage announcing himself to be Kirkal Uaiz approached the table wildly
proclaiming his solidarity in the fight of the dark one. " Oh shit. Now
the fun begins!" Farnham said, more to himself than to his companions.
Reaching under his robe he lightly rests his hands upon a small vial and
sits back to see whats coming next.




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Whats life without=Farnham the illusionist
a little fun?=Eric Grabowski
WORK!!=IO20776@maine
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From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [R]Mingling on board ship-NEW CHARACTER!!!
Summary: NEW CHARACTER, thanks for the intro!
Date: 1 Oct 92 07:46:36 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

>There were patrons of every kind
>in the eating hall, and Shade and Radan quickly made it throught the meal line
>to get food and sat down at a largish table with other patrons sitting at it. 
>A few friendly comments were exchanged, but the conversation was light hearted. 
>Fairly soon the others of the group started to file in and took seats with
>Shade and Radan.  Killian and Jenever came in and sat next to the two.  Karl
>hobbled in and quickly started to eathis meal.  Tillie and Ornigan looked quite
>a bit better than they did when the group first met them, and they seemed like
>they had bathed resently.  THey took seats near the group, and started talking
>about recent news of Generica.

A lonely figure stands up from a large table in the middle of the mess hall 
and walks to Shade.
	"Pardon me, but are you originally from Eidru? You seem extremely 
familiar, but I can't seem to figure out, where I have seen you."
	Shade looks at this stranger. Quite small (150 cm.), light build, 
white hair, blue eyed young male stands there looking confidently straight 
in Shades eyes.
	"No, never heard of that place." Shade replies and thinks, 'Had I 
seen you before, would I remember it surely'.
	"Don't let him disturb you", says an older man from the other table, 
"He was found in the sea, hanging on a piece of driftwood. Claims that this 
ain't the world where he originates. Loonie, I bet..."
	"You scum take that back!", shouts the young man, "I'm not a loonie, 
I'm Merol Of Kirilin, and I'm not from this world. I come from Kethira, from 
the island of Harn. I was washed out of the ship that was taking me from 
Aleath to Golotha and I found myself from this..this..Place without real 
gods. Oh, Peoni, wouldn't you help me?!".
	He drops to his knees and starts to sob.

ADMIN: This MEROL OF KIRILIN is a new character. Young, about 18, white 
hair, medium skin, 150 cm tall, about 50 kg weight and very lightly build. 
His history came before, and he is afraid and desperate. He has only the 
clothes, which he is wearing: a torn shirt, loose brown coat(too big) and 
a bit too small trousers. He performs varios duties on board just to "pay" 
for his trip from nowwhere to somewhere,and is able to leave ship at any 
harbour (actually he is more than WILLING to leave!).
    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
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From: dnichols@engr.latech.edu (Dennis Nichols)
Subject: [G] the fight
Organization: Louisiana Tech University
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 19:28:01 GMT

The Traveler jumps from his mount and seems to disappear as the two lizardmen 
nearest him drop with blood spurting out of various wounds. He turns up
near Glysten's side. He stands there with his Bastard Sword ready for any 
approaching lizardmen. Two more lizardmen approach him one with a blow gun 
the other with a net and knife. One of the lizardmen suddenly seems to grow
a knife out of his neck and appears stunned by the new growth. The other 
lizardman appears confused and backs off. The Traveler replaces the bastard 
sword and readies his crossbow with one on the deadly bolt notched and ready.

        -- Traveling with friends is such fun --
From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: enter a new character
Date: 5 Oct 92 16:51:26 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:


>In article <Oct.5.11.29.25.1992.5484@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes...
>> 
>>  Aramus, if anyone looked, stood at 6' and was dressed in some of the more
>>'colorful' clothing anyone had ever seen a human wear.  He had on a blue blouse
>>and over that, a bright pink vest of some sort of leather.  Knee high black 
>>riding boots covered the tips of his purple breeches.  He seemed to have two
>>rapiers hanging from his belt as well as several throwing daggers.  He also
>>had on a three cornered hat with a wide brim and a white plume.
>..coming back into the Inn, Arcadio stopped short upon seeing someone as
>garihsly-attired as he was.  With a wide smile upon his face, the foppish
>jester/swashbuckler headed for the table, loudly crying, "Brother!  It's nice
>to see someone else in this place with a flair for fashion!  Let me buy you a 
>drink..."
   "Ah, a fellow gentleman.  No sir, let me buy one for you, already bought a
round for the house.  Excuse me, but under what school did you learn to fight
with? "  Aramus seemed quite happy to see a, if not exactly famialar, than at
least one of his style.
******************************************************************************
Fencers do it in the     *    Don Shaffer
   FLESHE'               *    dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu
******************************************************************************

   ps. If anyone understands my .sig, I salute you for knowing such a wondrous
       sport.

   pps. plug-join fencing.  A real man's sport (especially epee')
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From: hutch@hutch (Stephen Hutchison)
Subject: ADMIN Re: [DQ] Dragon Quest Week 10: Valgar Walking
Organization: Intel Corp., Hillsboro, Oregon
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 92 08:03:01 GMT

[ADMIN]

So do you ever have one of those days?  I had a news crash in the middle
of the first time I tried to post this thing.  So if you see it twice,
please don't think you're running in two timelines.

Hutch ('Raelf)
From: scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Someone New
Date: 4 Oct 92 14:42:33 GMT
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

Suddenly, some patrons notice a diminuitive figure tumble through the door.

Struggling to disentangle himself from his cloak and stand up, you see a
three and a half foot tall gnome wearing a tall pointed blue hat and an
overly long blue cloak.  Several daggers are visible protruding from various
locations on the gnome's body.  "Hey, is there another entrance to this
Inn?  That door doesn't seem to get used enough, it was rather stiff.  Otherwise
I wouldn't have fallen through it like that."

The gnome scans the room, looking for a friendly table.  Seeing all the tables
and chairs are too large for him, he says, "Fine!  Silly humans never did build
anything for short people.  Same goes for those dratted elves, only think of
music, nature, and tall people!"  As he says this, he glares at one of the
elven patrons, who continues to ignore him.

Resigning himself to a tall table, he starts to make his way to an empty
table.  Then all of a sudden, he's jerked to a stop when the tail of his
cloak catches on the floor.  Glancing quickly around to see if anyone noticed,
now looking relieved to see that most everyone is ignoring him.  Taking his
cloak in hand, he starts pulling at the cloak, trying to get it free.
After struggling for a minute with no success, he says, "No, I don't need
any help.  I've got something to take care of this."

The gnome pulls off his hat, and holds it in one hand.  With his other hand he
reaches into a pocket somewhere inside his cloak and pulls out a ball of
twine.  Looking at it for a second, he shakes his head and drops it into his
hat.  Reaching back into his cloak he pulls out a small flask.  After careful
examination he shakes his head again and drops it into his hat.  After a
long series of various bags, pouches, flasks, and trinkets all being pulled
out of the cloak and dropped into the hat, he pulls out a wand.  With a
happy smile, he says, "Yes, here it is."  Aiming the wand at the cloak
he utters an indecipherable word and FWOOSH an arc of flame erupts from
the wand, burning off the tail of the cloak, and igniting the rest.  With
a cry of surprise, and fear (since he's now wearing a burning cloak) he
jerks off the cloak and starts stamping out the fire on his cloak.  Once
it's out, he puts what's left of his cloak back on.  (It now seems to be
about the right length.)

Looking around the inn again, he notices that quite a few people have started
to watch the spectacle.  Putting his best 'I meant to do that!' tone in his
voice he says, "Well, now that I've got your attention, has anyone seen my
laboratory?"

ADMIN:
This is Firgun, not that he's mentioned his name yet.  He's a little absent
minded, and usually has a lot of luck, both good and bad.  Usually only enough
good luck to keep him alive though any situation, and enough bad luck to make
the rest of his life, and the lives of people near him, interesting. ;)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Blade: arrives at the Inn while Meshtak gets drunk
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 18:07:02 GMT

Meshtak is celebrating his return from the strange city called 'Newyark' and
is happily drinking a cup of Black Demon ale (tm) at the bar, when suddenly,
he notices some commotion at the door.
	Blade is there, gleaming like polished obsidian, his entire form
comprised of sharp angles and blades. However, the inn seems to be sensitive
to the violence that Blade embodies, for try as he might, he cannot enter! It
is as if an unseen hand holds him from taking that final step into the Inn.
Whatever magic makes the inn a haven for the most powerful from their even
more powerful enemies, prevents Blade from crossing the threshold and engaging
Meshtak.
	The huge creature tries with all his strength, but finally pulls back, 
his red eyes gleaming in frustration and fury at Meshtak sitting at the bar. He
sits back to wait...for even Meshtak could not stay inside the pub forever, and
when he came out, Blade would be waiting.
	Meshtak gives Blade an uninterested, bleary-eyed glance, and turns back
to his spirits.

Meshtak the Draga
-- 
"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                
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN: BLADE
Date: 3 Oct 92 03:13:32 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

ADMIN:
	Look, I hate to be blunt about this, but while the Blade thread is
interesting, it is a thread.  As such, I suggest using a [BLADE] or similar
thread reference, in order to separate this from the normal happenings of the
inn, as well as to make collecting the storyline easier down the road.  In
other words, the use of such a reference will make the thread easier to both
read and avoid, for those who wish to do either.

ASIDE:
	Hey, I _like_ the Blade storyline (although I do have some problems
with the characterization of the thri-kreen, but that's another story), so
I'm not suggesting it should be stopped.  Far from it.  I just want this 
storyline to be elevated to the status of thread.

-jak
(Zebron Twilight and Dusk in the [Ga] thread)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Subject: Mystfo Gets Some Cash
Reply-To: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 19:09:03 GMT

--
Life is like a REALLY BIIIG rutabaga./-----\   Shawn, the very,very,very,VERY
I think.                        |    | * * |   eclectic. And God of The Funky
At least, it tastes like one.  -+-   | \_/ |   Hat. And the weirdo wannabe.
Especially with yogurt on top.  |    \_____/   SRI4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Except for strawberry.          | (3:16 of the NT)
Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 5 Oct 1992 09:30:34 EDT
From: <IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Farnham watches the kid

                Seeing Chip drop down to confront blade, Farnham prepared

to follow. Suddenly he noticed a flurry of insectile activity around blade

and various other combatants join the fray. "Better stay here and watch the

kid " Farnham grumbled to himself turning to examine the kid unfortunatly

named Meshtak. His wide , fear-laden eyes spoke louder than words."Dontcha

worry kid, that freak wont be doing to much more damage." His reasurances

seem to calm the child a bit and Farnham turned back to watch the battle.

Seeing blade reach the dock, an idea struck. Waving his hands and muttering

he caused a very lifelike image of Meshtack to appear some five yards off

the end of the dock. "Let him chase that for a while" Farnham chuckled.

[ADMIN:] Since Ive been gone all weekend and missed most of the action
I decided to keep Farnham at a distance so as not to disrupt the flow of things


IO20776@maine (Eric Grabowski)
From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Ixy gets more bored
Date: 6 Oct 92 18:03:50 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

sl7sg@cc.usu.edu writes:
>	Finding it rather boorish waiting for somebody to recognize him, Jonny
>Steele plucks his feather from his hat and runs it through his fingers.  The
>light in the single lit corner catches his eye.  Noticing its lone occupant 
>posting a message for adventure, he stands and walks to the corner.
>	"Ho, my names Jonny Steele, I see your looking for adventure?"

Ixnaphior looks up from his drawing, which has a landscape drawn in and a 
castle in ruins in the background. A few sketchy figures are drawn lightly in
the foreground. 
He looks up at Jonny. "Yes, I am looking for a little adventure. I'm 
vacationing her, but the only thing I'm getting is bored. A few 'aquaintences'
from home stopped by a little while ago, but they are gone for a while. So
now I'm just bored again. You got something interesting to do?"
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring)
Subject: [ART] Sigh.
Organization: FB Physik, Universitaet Kaiserslautern, Germany
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 11:53:19 GMT

I'm posting this for Christopher:

Date: Sat, 26 Sep 92 12:00:23 EDT
From: Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@oucsace.cs.ohiou.edu>

>   The door opens quickly and a man in a brown cloak the same color as  his 
>hair  and skin enters.  He turns and tries to slam the door before  a  good 
>sized yellow rodent jumps in and gives him a nasty look.
>
>   Artimian  sighs and opens the door again to admit a humming  bird.   The 
>bola  runs  up his back and settles into a backpack along  with  two  black 
>lizards with glowing eyes.
>
>   He  scans the crowd, particularly noticing the dark cloaked men  in  the 
>now  well lighted corner, all the other corners that are somehow  occupied, 
>and the bard telling some fishy tale.
>
>   "Interesting place," he says to gimself.  He wanders over to the bar and 
>sits down beside a pale man who still smells strongly of medium well  human 
>and  orders a pitcher of water.  He stares into the pitcher for  a  moment, 
>then quaffs the entire thing.
>
>   "Two nights left 'till the full moon," he mumbles.  His face contorts  a 
>little,  then  abruptly he smiles, sticks out his hand to  the  smouldering 
>figure beside him.
>
>   "Greetings, I'm Artimian-" 

   Miscrir shook his hand in mild confusion, then suddenly wasn't
there.  Or rather, just before Artimian arrived, some short person
enterd the room.  Miscrir and the short woman sat at a table that
just appeared for them.  Then Artimian entered the room.

   All this left him very confused as he stoped shaking hands with
someone who was never there.  He sighed, stood and walked over to the
table where they were sitting all along.

   "This place is going to take some getting used to," he thought a he
pulled up a chair.

   The bola bounded over to Miscrir to see if he also tasted like 
cooked human.  Artimian offered his hand again and said, "Greetings, I'm
Artimian-"

   "You already said that," Miscrir said.

   Artimian turned to the red haired maidenette and said, "Greetings.
Might I have the pleasure of your name?"

   One of the night lizards crawled and started playing with a card.  As
soon as he touched it, the image solidified.  It looked up at Amberle in
dissapointment.


"Bartender, I believe I'll have another pitcher of water..."
                                            (Artimian Yauntir of Elturel)
From: eros@rigel.cs.pdx.edu (In UNIX no one can hear you scream.)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: FAQ list?
Date: 5 Oct 92 21:53:06 GMT

Is there an FAQ or something that would explain this newsgroup?
Warning: I'm a member of R.S.A.I.G.O.U.P.W.H.N.B.T.D.W.T.T.T.W.M.- Rushed
	Students Against Idle Gossip Of Uninteresting People Who Have 
	Nothing Better To Do With Their Time Than Waste Mine.
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ADMIN : Archives and stuff
Date: 25 Sep 92 06:31:00 GMT
Organization: Economics, University of Adelaide
NNTP-Posting-Host: eco.economics.adelaide.edu.au


In article <Bv1qKA.5on@apollo.hp.com> John Francis writes:
...
>Please don't re-post anthologies of previous postings to the same group!

Agreed 100%  Please restrict the group's use to the charter.

>If there is sufficient demand for collected digests, why don't we form a
>new group (alt.pub.dragons-inn.digests? .story-so-far?) to put them in?

I dno't think this is necessary, 
but I won't object to a RFD in news.groups

>Another thing that could be useful would be a list of all the Message-IDs
>that make up a particular thread.  That way, archivers could recreate a
>thread from the original articles as and when needed.
>I'm working on putting a list like this together, but would appreciate
>any help others could give - sorting nearly 3000 articles into threads
>is a non-trivial effort!

I have a list of people who have been archiving both EVERYTHING and
some who have archived particular threads.
One major problem though, article numbers is NOT a good way of refering
to articles, as the propogation of news postings means that some sites
will receive articles before others, and article numbers will then not
match. If you manage to find two separate news servers that agree on
all article numbers I would be *very* surprised.

If you believe a thread is worth saving, then archive it separately,
and squirrel it away somewhere. I have done so with the Dougl thread
(which I think was the first coordinated thread) and am doing so with
the [KQ] thread. The aim of this is to eventually novelize them, and
include them in "Tales from the Dragon's Inn" if that project ever
gets off the ground.

One more point: be careful if you send me a message by replying to 
an article I post. If the sender is pcalvert@economics. etc, then
fine, but I'm posting some stuff from a different
news reader and replying to this will send a message to 
..sage@[whatever.server.you.are.on]
So sue me for figuring out how to change the sender field :)

First "this week in review" revival post following shortly from my
'other' newsreader.
						...sage

email:  pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au,  sage@maria.wustl.edu, 
	pjcalver@teaching.cs.adelaide.edu.au
From: mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell)
Subject: [Ga] Khisanth puzzles over the message.
Originator: mba@sp1
Organization: Harris Controls
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 13:05:08 GMT


After being introduced to Kraska, Khisanth watches as he talks to Kyleen and
Zebron in what seems to be Elvish.  She notes a look of understanding on
Garriot's face,.  *ah, so he speaks it as well.*  

Khisanth herself manages to pick up a few words of the flowing, musical tongue.
*One of these days I'll have Alaric teach me Elvish.....*

She picks up something about "writing on the door".  She looks at the door
intently, trying to see what everyone else sees.  After a while, she knocks at
Zebron's mind...

	"Excuse me...can i borrow your eyes a moment?"

She looks at the door again, this time through Zebron's eyes.  There, she sees
the message to Kyleen written in a flowing blue script.

	"Ah.  heat-vision.  Thank you."

She withdraws from Zebron's mind, and tries to remember if her Imrryrian
ancestors had heat-vision.  Humans don't, she knew, so any hope of heat-vision
would have to have come from her grandfather.....


Zebron suggests that they sleep, and Khisanth needs no second telling to do so.

Khisanth
-- 
=============================================================================
Belinda Asbell        +  System Administrator, Harris Controls Division
mba@ccd.harris.com    +        #include <disclaimer.h>
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Blade vs. the world...round 1!
Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 22:35:02 GMT

Ok, now Blade is getting frustrated. Not only is Meshtak safe in the Dragon's
Inn, but it seems like everyone who sees him is attacking him. Right now,
Blade is being attacked by some creature in armor, and Blade is just too slow
to deal with him. His exo-skeleton is powerful enough to deflect whatever the
creature is throwing at him, but when the projectiles hit the blades covering
Blade, they break the tips off, and Blade finds he is leaving little slivers
off himself in front of the door of the inn.
	Just then, Trawm comes out of the inn. Blade does his best to ignore
the cyber-ninja, his eyes glowing in anticipation. Then following Trawm comes...a little boy? Blade stares at the lad. Surely, this was not who the Great
Mother sent him after!
	Mechatack takes one look at Blade, and screams in his high
pre-pubescent voice. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" He starts to run, but accidently
steps on a sliver of Blade, and plops on the ground, his foot bleeding. He 
gapes at Blade, his lower lip quivering. "Pleaz don' hurt me, mister...I ain't
no one...jes' Mechatack, a page from the City Keep..."
	Blade regards the young lad. So this is Meshtak, and he even
admits it. Oh, well, thinks Blade. At least it will be an easy kill. He
lurchs toward the quivering lad.
	Suddenly, a battle axe slams into the side of Blade's head. It only
slightly chips Blade's exoskeleton, but it also causes a ringing sensation
in Blade's ears. Blade turns to see what it is.
	Meshtak stands behind Blade, his axe in his hand. His bloodshot eyes
blaze, and he sways drunkenly, pointing at Blade with his free hand. "Hey!"
the Draga bellows. "Leave tha kid alone!"

Meshtak the Draga
(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?) 

-- 
"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