[part 5] Atlantis 3.0: Times 23 From: Geoff Dunbar <gdunbar@prankster.com> Date: Mon, 18 Nov 1996 00:00:00 +0000 * Continuation 4 of a split message * "What is it you want, little man?" The small man inclined his head towards the sound and murmured something that Mongo couldn't quite hear. With increasing annoyance Mongo called again and again for the man to state his business. Each time the man murmured a response, each time a little louder, but never quite intelligible enough for Mongo to understand. Finally, the big barbarian had had enough. In his most commanding voice Mongo roared "You'd better speak up little man, or I'm going to come down there and pound you into sand!" This time Mongo heard the reply, "candygram" the small man said. With this, Mongo's heart leapt. "Ohboyohboyohboy" thought Mongo, "it must be another present from my secret admirer." For weeks somebody had been sending Mongo little gifts of food and sweets. The offerings were always anonymous and always delicious. With scarcely concealed glee Mongo ran down the stairs to the ground floor of the barracks, taking the last flight in one great leap. As Mongo shot past the open door of the duty officer's office he raised up such a wind that the lieutenant's papers were thrown into a flurry, causing the young officer to be startled out of his nap. With a shout he ran out into the hallway and pursued the giant guardsman toward the front door. "What in the h*ll has got into you, Mongo!", cried the lieutenant. "My secret admirer sent me another present!", came the distant reply. Mongo reached the great door and threw up the two massive wooden bars, each one normally requiring a half-dozen men to lever out of their sockets. With a great heave of his massive shoulders, Mongo threw open the heavy wooden door. Because he was giggling like a schoolgirl in anticipation it entirely escaped Mongo's feeble mind that the small man in shabby clothes and large hat had been replaced by a tall and powerfully built man, richly dressed in robes of green and gold and armor of black, lacquered leather. Coming up at last, the young lieutenant was plenty confused and plenty angry with Mongo. He shoved Mongo to one side and looked with surprise on the man in green. Mongo, oblivious to all but the thought of munching some goodies was excitedly babbling "Candygram for Mongo. Candygram for Mongo. What did my secret admirer send me this time?" The lieutenant's heart froze as, with a malevolent smile on his face, the tall green man said, "Oh, I think it's just a box of fireballs." Mongooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 17. Things aren't going as well as we'd hoped. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Bank of Helsicke (81): In view of the new wage problems in Helsicke, the bank is now permanently closing. Thank you to all my customers; it's been fun. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ah! so much to be done, and so litle time available. Garry looked around in the city. It was quite large -well to be honest it was the largest city he had ever seen. 'I need a place to build my strong- hold, somewhere more quite and peacefull. If I only knew who owned this place, I could buy some property and start organizing things.' Thoughts of organization, education and production filled his mind quite often theese days. What he realy needed -he decided, was someone to talk buisness with, someone who could teach him about this new world. Garry looked around once more, the flow of people walking towards the city market, was almost as overpowerring as if he was standing in the middle of a river. Garry let himself flow with the stream, and was carried through the main street, towards the center of the city. It was a hot and sunny day, and Garry was fealing quite thirsty. He saw a man standing nearby, he was a tall man wearing a black robe. "Hey! you over there..Where do I find a tavern?". The stranger turned slowly, looking Garry dead in the eyes. He smiled and answered: "Well since you ask me in such a polite, and respectful maner, I feel inclined to help you. Now tell me young boy, what kind of tavern are you looking for, do you want a peacefull inn, a gambling pit or a brothel? Believe me boy we have it all here in Helsicke." After a bit of conversation, Garry and what appeared to be Sarabian, walked over to a small inn of Sarabians choice. There they talked, and ate (at Garry's expense). Sarabian knew alot about the city, and the areas surrounding it. He even had a small map of the area showing that Heliscke lay at the eastern border of a huge mountain range. Towards the northeast lay vast plains regions. It was decided that the two indeed was to become partners, and plans for the future were formed. Garry would use his magic spell, to take him somewhere less populated. There he would prepare for Sarabians arrival. Sarabian would stay a while in Helsicke and gather his friends, in unision they would ride or sail towards their new stronghold. In a world full of dangers and adventures, one can only guess as to what will become of our friends Garry and Sarabian. Will Garry die horribly as he teleports into a dragons lair?, will Sarabian succeed in convincing his friends to follow him? Atlantis is a fascinating place, where success and failure depend on factors not controlled by mortals alone, and thus we must wait and see, -just like the goods, as destiny takes its toll. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ >From this day on, the land of Lom is ours! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Let me pass on some advise: when you see BALROGS kiss your units in the hex goodbye! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Diastrophism (83): News Flash! Famine in Helsicke. Economic collapse. The maximum population in Helsicke is 1900. The ideal number of workers is 1055. Price of labor was $16.1, entertainment $18. Estimated number of workers 1180. In other news, winter is starting in parts of the underworld. Being underground is no protection from the weather. Keep your coats handy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I fear that the monsoon will come early this year... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Giggles' mom is very upset that those bad boys ran away from her. Now she will have to go looking for them in that dusty ol' desert. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dunster News Report ****************************** The One and only News report: The War of the Plains that has seen so much War seems to be coming to a close. The State of Martial Law still exists any units found outside, without a pass, the City will be considered hostile and will be executed on the spot. If you want to move outside the city please contact this reporter for possible passes. That is all for now. I do sign these and I do use my email address. The Dark Legion (7) kgrindst@inlink.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The High Mage has issued the Ultimatum, join or die. We shall see what thier answer is this turn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Helsicke gate is 372 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The 70's alliance are really stupid. They don't even have observers out to catch spies. Shortly they will be killed from within. UNCLE: no spleens, just swords. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Wyrm has arrived! The Apocalypse is near! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Butch gazed eastward at the sunrise as it shimmered on the Atlantis Ocean. He thought about a life of margaritas, shrimp cocktail, and tanned beauties. "A pirate I will become!" he exclaimed. "You men begin harvesting the wood in the swamp," he said to the excited tribesmen. "I want you men to study shipbuilding," he said. "I will study the art of sailing," he thought to himself. "Captain of the S. S. Chopper, I will be!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Decisions, decisions... Should I kill the strange units in my hex or should I send them a letter first asking their business? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dwight hated paper work - it was like he was in university. Doah. Dwight hoped he had the time to write a proper times article next week. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jotel is liberated! The forces of GOD have freed the people of Jotel, who had been tortured by the evil forces of the Cityguards. The leaders of GOD has promised the townspeople that they will place their forces in the town to guard it from all kinds of foes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ......................Route found between Rantlu and Durness................... Plans to twin the cities of Rantlu and Durness were underway last night as the first (published) meeting between Rantlu and Durness residents took place. .............................................................................. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In those times, Falafel of Irie Kaya(73) spoke: 'Cha! I'm sick and tar'd of all dem creatures roaming Irie Lands. Especially dem undead ones... T'is high time we show dem rasclass evildoers what kind of wood we fuel our fire wid! MightyJajah shall guide our hands to do His Work and Jahlove and Justice will be restored to the Land. Get your bones shaking, skeletons! We-a-comin' for ya!' Creatures(2), you've been warned! (Especially dem undead ones...) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shadow's Clan (221): I was away for a week and when I returned to my computer I discovered that a unit did'nt move; I cant figure the reason. Do you have any idea about it? The order was right ad the report did'nt show any explanation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Q: What is white, fuzzy, lives in the forest, and hops in little circles? A: A one-legged rabbit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And now the future starts to assume its shape ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ahh yes.. plains swamps and forest plus a nice shaft full of stone and iron. All Mine!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The man of knowledge must not only love his enemies; he must also be able to hate his friends. --Friedrich the Hammer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ****************** NEWS FROM THE SAILORS BROTHERHOOD ******************* The Sailors Brotherhood has now SEVERAL MEMBERS in the following areas: GRAEVBYGD, HELSICKE, RANTLU, DURNESS, RIGGENTHORPE, ALFARO, DORNOCH Half of the members are in fact spokesmen of Alliances, so our international community really counts a lot of people now. * No discovery this turn * Message for our members: Some of our members haven't sent any news dor a long time. Please send me a note, we might have some intreresting stuff to exchange. LEGITIMATE YOUR DISCOVERIES by sharing them with the now official Sailors Brotherhood. DON'T SAIL IN THE DARK, join the brotherhood and you'll get cartographic information to help you decide where to go. Don't be the last sailor to join ! Contact cyrilb@microsoft.com. * Message split, to be continued * Up