Atlantis 2.0: Times 54 From: prank@WOLFENET.COM (Merry Prankster) Date: Tue, 07 May 1996 00:00:00 +0000 Subject: Atlantis 2.0: Times 54 Atlantis 2.0 Times June, 5 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ admin20@prankster.com for questions, problems, http://www.prankster.com for info. Atlantis 2.0 is currently running in an as-is state, as my priorities lie elsewhere. However, I would still like to hear about bugs, so I can mention them here to keep an even playing field. And, if any severely effect the game, I might even fix them. Atlantis 3.0 is just around the corner; with luck we'll be accepting players by the end of the week. Stay tuned. Geoff ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I AM REALLY ANGRY. THE CHURCH OF THE PURPLE SNOWFLAKE KILLED THE BIRDS. They were more peacefully than you can imagine. God damn this faction and all its allies who kill such units. I will repeat it again and again until the world ends or they send me explanation. Sorry to other for that. I speak many times with this alliance called NAA and all time they were speaking about peace and harmony. DO NOT TRUST NAA. THEY ARE LIERS. Many players said that they are good. Are they really? They have not sent a line with explanation. So they only murderers. And I hate them. If only someone clean the Atlantis world from such factions. Kash'd D'g, the local corespondent of Atlantis Times, Crieff ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... train, work, tax, buy ... GOD! I hate being on an island with no one else around. All these great troops and no one to stomp on! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I do solemnly swear, on the grave on my sainted granny, to embark on a true quest (those are rare these days) to remove the blight of PolyChromatic Pirates that has infested this fair land of Atlantis. Anyone wanna help? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Winter Its just a pause before the true storms errupt in spring. Every spring is the same as the large boring alliances that are the PCP, IUN etc rumble into life. Every faction is in their way to a goal that they themselves have not defined. Another hex, another town, another city or another continent they still are not happy. No diplomacy, no trade just conquest and war. How about joining in the game properly guys and giving the rest of us a break?? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rhions son stared at wall with new address report hadn't arrives from last month,orders for last month had gone no where as uni system lay in ruins on floor.but hopefully if get great god geoff to send copy of last month report to new address things could get back to normal.now where was great god geoff response to his mail prayer.allies please be patient the church darkness is experiencing difficulites with new system.till then bear with me please. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ RUMOURS ** RUMOURS ** RUMOURS TRUE or FALSE? (1) A man outside Jaca has build a real-size copy of Atlantis City out of nothing but used matches. (2) In a village between Nairn and Tolsta, a cochroach gave birth to a horse. (3) PCP was seen recruiting new members from a frog pond. (4) In Arcila, some evil swords has started an uproar against their owners. (5) Some Reservoir Dogs units has been seen making obscene gestures at their own shadows. (6) A homosexual preacher in Komarken has had an affair with one of the arch-angels. Who knows what happends in this strange world? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Moving through the snow is just sooooo slow!! Where did I leave my snow plough?? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The faction known as the GLOBAL TRADING COMPANY (945) is now under new management. All enquires to PHTCDAH@lux.latrobe.edu.au or to s_lengel@eduserv.its.unimelb.edu.au ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Apres plusieurs annees passees a produire des armes et des armures pour les guerriers des factions alliees, les troupes de Silver Claw sont enfin pretes a participer elles-memes a la bataille contre le PCP. Ca va mettre un peu d'animation... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sir ! Codpiece buffing is now complete ! Excellent. And what of the sequins ? Uum sorry we forgot the sequins. Fool ! Peasant ! Craven Idiot ! What sort of fool would I look like walking the streets of Atlantis City with tarnished sequins ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ They seek him here, they seek him there, those atlanteans' seek him every where but can they find him?????????? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The game has started again and everything goes on well. War is moving far away and everybody is happy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ That ain't the way I always thought it would be. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Death to the Dogs! The Martyrs of Monzon will be avenged! The Monzon Liberation Front will not rest until all of the regions around Monzon and Arlon are freed from the pestilence spread by the verminous Reservoir Dogs! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ************************************************************************* CREATURE INFORMATION compiled by The Picts(161) known subsiduary - The Monzon Movers please email any additional information / corrections / suggestions to pdxark@evol.gene.nott.ac.uk ************************************************************************* ================ Creature Information ============ Rightly or Wrongly I've been trying to group similar types of creatures together. If you notice anything that is inconsistant please let me know. New entries are marked with ** =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Seen but no good info giant snake Whales (Ocean) Ice Deviils (Tundra) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Sea Serpent Observed Group size : 1 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 Preferred region type : Ocean Tactics - no. Number of attacks per round - >2 Stealth - yes =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Giant Spiders obs - ? stealth = 2 Prefered region : Forest Observed Group size : 35-50 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 tactics = yes (this might have been altered) estimated combat : 3-5 (probably 5) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ** Tribe of Centaurs (8970), 13 centaurs Observed Group size : 13-19 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 Obs = 1 tactics = 2 Stealth = 1 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 300 com 3 Vs 18 fire devils Victory in 2 rounds 1 lost 300 Vs 12 6 lost in first round of attacks Fire Devils prefered region type - Mountain? (+forest) Observed Group size : 5-10 Number of attacks per round - Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 ste ? < 3 tac = no =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Polar Bears Observed Group size : 9 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 prefered region type - Tundra? stealth = yes, < 4 tactics : No =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Living Tree Observed Group size : 1 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 prefered region type - Forest ste: 2 multiple attacks - attacked in group with a Great Eagle =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Grizzly Bears Prefered Region type: forest (also seen in mountains) obs : ? tactics - no stealth no Observed Group size : 2 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 Battle indicates that may be the same as the bear strength spell. combat: 4 Hits per round: 3 Survivable hits: 3 * Similar to Lions? Observed Group size : 6? Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1? Stealth 1 Prefered terrain : plains * Similar to Lizards ? The latest report does not substantiate multiple attacks per round but is consistant with 3 survivable hits Prefered Region type : Swamp tactics - no Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 Size 0f group : 6-9 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Roc Prefered Region type : Mountain. Stealth = no Tactics > 2 Observation = yes killed 11 out of 12 com3 troops in 1 round :killed 8/157 in 1 round: Estimated number of attacks per round : 20. Survived 1 round with 146 troops attacking (with -2 to combat) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Green Giant (Forest) Black Giant (Swamp?) Brown Giant Grey Giant (Mountain) Observed Group size : 1 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 Prefered Region Type : Forest Tactics = no Stealth = no obs = 1 Same as Giant Strength Spell: Combat : 6 Survivable hits: 50 Hits per Round : 50 *Similar to ? Sphinx Prefered Region type (Jungle) Observed Group size : 1 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 tactics <3 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Water Devils Prefered Region Type : Forest? Observed Group size : 5 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 Best result in 1 round: 5/5 (against com 5) Average result : 2/5 (against com 5) Killed: 1 in 3 rounds by 100 city guards estimate: combat = 10 estimate: survivable hits : 10 estimate: number of attack/round : 1 =-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-==-=- Ice Worm Prefered Region Type : Tundra Tectics = yes <4 obs = ? Stealth = yes <4 combat strength = Ogre strength spell? = com 5 = 10 attacks/round = can take 10 hits *Similar to Yetis? -seen with 1 horse per 2 Yetis -perhaps from another battle? Prefered region type tundra. tac < 4 *Similar to Giant Slug? * Similar to Sand Worms? Prefered Region type : desert * Similar to Eagles Great Eagle Prefered Region Type : Forest Observed Group size : 1 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 1 Stealth = yes Tactics = 1 or 2 *Similar to Panthers? : Dubious - perhaps the same as the bear strength spell Prefered Region type : Swamp Stealth - yes Tactics - yes Obs= ? Observed Group size : 7 Number of Groups observed in 1 hex : 2 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Living Skeletons Prefered Region Type : (Tundra?) No Stealth No tactics Combat strength: 3 to 5 (probably 3). *Similar to Wildmen? *Similar to Wolves? Prefered region type : forest =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Town Guards Com = 2 Stealth = no obs = 2 tactics no attack per round : 1 survivable hits : 0 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- City Guards Com = 3 Stealth = no obs = 3 tactics no attack per round : 1 survivable hits : 0 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Man, is really sucks when your own allies do not like you!! It's hard to get someplace in the world when you want to travel with people who just plain do not want to be near to your persona. Oh, well. There is still that OTHER group of friends. Maybe they'll come and play with me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And the battles continue... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The football match Atlantis style was held near Palmi this last month. The event took all day. All the local people had a day off to celebrate and see this match. PCP suffered a lot of casulties due to the mistake in tactics. There has been rumors circulating, that PC has lost a numerous amount of their mages in the 2 football matches, that where held in the area between march and may. The results: PCP 778 SCIO 0 All spectators are welcome to see how the match continues this month. More to follow.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The drums of war were beating. The warriors were in place and it was now to late to turn back. May the gods be with them for if they fail we shall perish also. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well it is wintertime in the old Homestead nothing for us to do but watch the fire burn in the fireplace and make plans for spring. Maybe not is that not the sounds of troops preparing for battle? Yes, yes it is it looks like our patron is planning a winter campaign and from the looks of it it will be a large operation. I just got my orders! We will crush the insolent dogs under the heels of our boots. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Here we go again same old @#$% again marching down the avenue 1 more turn and we'll be through. HEHE it seems a large attack will take place and the troops will be ready. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I see you there, I think I will just help myself to some of those magic swords. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well another month and I'm just about wiped out, I'm writing this article so I may eat another turn. I am one of the poor souls caught up in the Jaca campaign. When will this ceaseless fighting end? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Roy woke with a start, wiped the sleep from his eyes and patted his rumbling stomach. "Ooof", he yawned, "feel like I've slept for months. I could eat a horse." And so saying he drew his bow, shot the nearest horse and roasted it for breakfast. Damn the profits! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ESKIL - The True Story Of A Misfit Kid - Chapter One. ----------------------------------------------------- Once upon a time, there was a boy named Eskil. He had once lived in a little house in a little forest, but he had been so cruel to so many, so Jesus had with divine power banned Eskil to another dimension. It was a very big and deserted dimension, where the only things growing were tornthistles and oilpumpkins. The only other creatures in this world was an order of evil sadistic sewladies, led by the purely evil Sana Mohlin. Eskil used to vary himself telling the sewladygang what he'd done do get there. Sometimes it was only a coincident, sometimes he had lost in a new bingo game, but most often, he said he was som frightening evil, and he was way happy about it. One day, when Eskil was carving anti-sewnails into a oilpumpking, he was struck by the thought of freedom. After striking back a bit harder, he decided to return to real world in order to terrorize it for another lifetime. The objects he had was a rubber duck which he had stolen, a candlestick which he really hated, a giant sewnail and a long cord with which he had strangled three sewladies, as they wanted to keep their sewnail. Eskil had read in 'Riders Digest' how to biuld a dimension portal out of just the objects he possessed. The only thing missing was a handful of sand. Unfortunatly, the ground in this dimension consisted of cork. Fortunatly, one of the sewladies, Friggit Birgebo, had a handful of sand in her pocket. Eskil got it in exchange for letting the sewladies return with him, in order to destroy someone innocent's life. When he had got his hand o'sand, Eskil bashed up the portal and went through it. Then he destroyed it before the evil sewladies had a chance to follow. Friggit had come halfway, so she caught fire, and burned to ashes. Eskil could barely keep himself from laughing. ---------------------------------- To B Continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ IDEA: How about a MESSAGE command in Atl3? You could use it to give a certain unit a short message. EXAMPLE: MESSAGE 2254 "This is for my scout!" Would send the message to the faction owning unit 2254. Of course, it could be used in the wrong way, but why not give it a try? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ testing 1, 2, 3... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ So who is beating up on the PCP. And how do you get on the players list? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Beware of green dragons while in the forests. It was upon us before we knew it and had shed the blood of many a seasoned warrior before we could respond. It second attack shattered the lines and on its last sweep it slew most of the fleeing remnant. Now our army's booty studs it armored hide. The 92 men who died will be avenged, a wiser general has already volunteered to lead the troops. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Desert monsoons seem an oddity, but still they only add an appropriately moody background to the upcoming battles. The riders are prepared and our scouts have made contact with the enemy. Beneath this stormy sky the fate of a few hundred men shall be decided. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The high seas in the south keeps us from making headway. At least it has not scattered the flotilla. A thousand men embarked upon this endeavor and we are glad to say that none has succumbed to scurvy; a tribute to our provisioners. Will the enemy suspect. None has mounted such a campaign before. With some luck the coasts will be lightly guarded. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ We're all gonna die!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The end is near... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is a ancient cave that no man has ever seen and in this cave, you can reach your life... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Count Varmeed Log. New Age 2.0 My mission to seek out new life new civilizations and to boldy go where no Count has gone before. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sir Cendre de Sang-Dragon, par un rituel secret connu de L'Ordre seul, effectue au plus profond d'une foret obscure, apres un mois d'incantations longues et elaborees, venait d'etre reincarner dans l'un de ses plus fideles serviteurs. Le preux Chevalier choisi avait sacrifie volontairement son ame afin que le Guide de L'Ordre reapparraisse dans le monde des vivants. Ce sacrifice ne serait jamais oublie, et son poids peserait pour toujours dans l'esprit de Cendre. Il allait pouvoir de nouveau diriger ses troupes et brandir la croix ! A l'avenir, ses ennemis saurait que meme sa destruction physique n'empecherait jamais sa vengeance. Tant qu'il serait soutenu par ses fideles, Chevaliers et Pretres, IL serait Immortel ... Il poursuivrait son but, de reincarnations en reincarnations, l'ame chargee de la douleur eprouvee pour les sacrifices des siens, mais fiere de leurs courage, loyaute et foi en son Nom... Il trouverait la foret de Jerusalem, et attraperait des Infideles a sacrifier a son Dieu... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi, back agin, but for how long? Until email access is resumed other than at some location miles away that I can only get a connection to every now and then is needed badly. Serves me right for not asking at the interview wether email (and email games) were an integral part of the day to day activities of the company. Oh well, it is great just to still be in the game. I thought I'd be out of it since I haven't sent in any orders for some time. Fortunately there seems to have been some delay since the last turn I was active....... Geoff indeed moves in mysterious ways For those who may have secretly rejoiced at the demise of The Old Ones..... We're back! We're bigger and better than ever before. (but watch out, we've been eating the beef over here (GB)) Excruciating joke: Overheard at a London Resteraunt: "I'm afraid the Beef Wellington is off, it thinks it's Napolean." (Hey its better than the poetry.....) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ARMAGEDONIC WEAPONS *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** ***************************************************************** No Armagedonic Weapons commitment. The mages that sign bellow accept the obligation that they will no use armagedonic weapons. All other mages will be killed. Name - --------------------------------------------- Que hace una piscina en mi salita Sin noticias de Gurb 34 docenas de churros Desesperadamente Tomo la forma de un ser llamado Marta Sanchez To point to this list please send your units name to jose@maguilab.icmm.csic.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Arcila magic items Co. - ---------------------- I sell 4 Globes of Strengh, 3 Potions of Healing and 6 wands of fire. Each one 400 sil. 300 sil if you buy more than one item. Gurus de Shita ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The guy which is angry because of the Birds killed, etc, etc... should: 1] STOP complaining in the Times, please. 2] Leave its email address so I can contact him, as anyone who wants to be contacted because they did have problem dealing with the NAA. I'm not a NAA guy, but I'm interested with anything I can learn from them. Especially if they did any treachery. So, take some courage and don't stay anonymous, we could help you. 3] STOP complaining in the Times, really. Thanks. Waiting for the next Times to contact anyone concerned... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ma could only but scratch his head as he contemplated the words of the ambassador. "Gong, what do you make of this matter?" Gong stopped his exercises in the yard. He turned to the Great Ma, his features unnaturally serene. "Well master. I must admit I have been giving the matter some thought." "Oh, really Gong? Why am I not suprised?" Ma reclined back on his garden bench. The Red Guard had been apt in moving the bulk of the garden from Cremona City. Gong made his way through the garden to Ma. "Guiding Ma, through your hand you have led the CCCP to greater glory and ascension on two continents. But even you must recognise the value in an alliance." Ma nodded. "True. There is however no need to take their words seriously unless they demonstrate their 'intentions'. Very well Gong. Freshen up, then invite the ambassador to the next session of council. We would talk to him of these things. Notify the others of the change to the agenda." - - - - - - - - - - Subir sat quietly in his room at the Tarra Blue Inn. He had just finished his early day meal, and was now staring vacantly out a window. He let out a sigh. The otherWorldly creator had seen to it that ambassadors were sent to all the gateway cities in this plane. It was his plan that Subir and other Church representatives would be in a position to open new dialogs with peoples throughout Atlantis. Only through words can there come understanding. Only through understanding can there come peace. Denbigh had said that once, in one of his sermons in the old days, back when the Church was based in Atlantis City. But Subir was bored. For there really wasn't much of anything to do as an ambassador. Much of the time one sat around waiting for something to happen, and when it did -- Subir shuddered when he thought of the horrible fate suffered by the Jaca ambassador during an uprising of the City Guard. Many of the first ambassadors had married in their respective cities, and had families. More recently however, a moratorium had been placed on such activities. Denbigh feared that some factions might find an increased presence in their city, even a small child, to be a threat to their security. So Subir remained a bachelor. There was something happening in Tarraspan. The new CCCP government was establishing itself and working out its routine in this backwoods swamp. Subir had visited with a member of their alliance several days before. Now all he could do was wait. Waiting was boring. There was a knock at the door, and Subir looked up. Glad for the distraction, the ambassador moved to the door and opened it. Standing there he found Chaim Li Gong, of The Celestial Mandate, the man who had been in attendance during Subir's audience with Master Ma. Gong bowed deeply. "I welcome you Gong, scribe of the Great Cao Cao Ma," said Subir, bowing in return. "How may I be of service on this fine day?" The question seemed awkward, but he wasn't entirely sure what else to say. He had expected a Bandwidth to carry a message from Ma, not the Master's personal scribe. He did his best to hide the honor he felt, replacing his suprised countenance with a humble gaze. "Ambassador Subir, your presence is requested at the next meeting of the council of the CCCP. If you would be kind enough to follow me, I will lead you to the place." With a fluid motion, the grace of which only those adept in the arts of war can attain, Gong motions towards the street. Subir nodded, more to hide the happy expression on his face than in acknowledgement, and moved in the direction indicated. He knew little of the CCCP, but from what he knew of the customs of the Celestial Mandate, any show of pride might give rise to suspicion. Denbigh might never forgive him if the negotiations failed due to a cultural misunderstanding. Gong leads Subir through the streets of Tarraspan, towards the city's busy merchant district. They entered the "Plaza de los Libertades." Subir had been here before, but he found that whenever he entered the Plaza, his gaze was immediately drawn to one of the buildings adjoining it. Although a simple building, with few wordly decorations, the building posessed a scale and design which filled the ambassador with a sense of serenity. It was apparent that this is where the two were going, as Gong motioned Subir to enter through a guarded entrance. The guards parted on Gong's signal, allowing he and his guest to pass. From there they traveled through a maze of internal corridors and rooms, to what would appeared to be a waiting chamber. It is a small room, with wooden benches lining its sides, and two exits. "Please ... rest ambassador ... and await your call to the chamber." Said Gong, bowing. He turned and walked to the door opposite that through which they had entered. Gong knocks on this door, and then moves to the chamber beyond, bowing as he enters. Subir looked around the room for a moment, examining the craftwork of the bench he was sitting on to keep himself occupied. His wait was short however, as Gong soon reappeared. "Ambassador, the council will see you now." Gong turned and lead Subir through the door into the meeting chamber. The meeting chamber is dark and filled with smoke, obscuring its contents. Subir has the sense that there are others in the room, although he is uncertain as to how many. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you notice people circle the room siting on piles of satin cushions. Tapestry's and other works of art hang from the walls. A speaker's dias in the centre of the circle dominates the room. Subir strains to make out the detail on one of the tapestries, but finds that the lighting is insufficient to the task. Subir is led to the middle of the circle by Gong, who then blends into the murk. Standing there in the darkness, Subir wonders if he hasn't been put on display. His anxiety disappates as Cao Cao Ma moves forward and greets him warmly. "Welcome ambassador, to the council of the CCCP. Please pardon the state of the surrounds, one of your standing would certainly be used to better. The Cremona Chambers are splendid, however the simplicity of these does have its charms. Can I offer you some refreshments?" Subir began to formulate a response to the effect that someone of his standing was unworthy of the honor of standing in this place, but then something in Ma's countenance suggested that such humility would be excessive in this setting. Instead, he says, "Yes, thank you," in response to the offer of refreshments. Ma motions with his hand, and servants appear carring trays containing many delicacies. Upon them you notice floater tails from the Scandamia swamps, pegasus rump from the Carbost plains, and Yeti eyes from the tundra of Arcila. Subir selects the juice of the Octivia Tree, and the servants depart. "Allow me to introduce you to the other members of the council." Said Ma, "All in this chamber speak as equals - including our guests." "To my left sits the Director of Directaria i Praesidium, Master diplomat, Dean of the SDI Academy, Admiral and trader, - Aelin Grey". Aelin Grey steps forward into the light. He is dressed in the elegent clothing of a noble. As his face comes into focus, Subir tries not to recoil in horror. This man's aspect is horribly scarred and mutilated. Grey stares back at the ambassador. "Sir, I see you notice the burden I carry for past sins. My courage and ability was once tested and it was found wanting. I have since strengthened my resolve." Ma continues, "Beside Aelin sits I-Jyl Tammuz, of Clan Tammuz, commander of the elite Fifth Column, brother to the father of our nation, the legendary general Kaj-ma Tammuz." I-Jyl Tammuz steps forward and nods. His dress resembles that of one of the nomadic clans which populate the plains and deserts of Atlantis. Interestingly, all skin bare to sight is covered in symbols which are unknown to Subir. Around his left bicep is tied a strip of black cloth, contrasting oddly with his dress. "To his left is Yosemity, leader of Bastards Incorporated, commander of our northern armies." Yosemity steps forward, and slaps Subir's shoulders in greeting. He has two wands slung low from his belt, from where you assume they could be quickly drawn. "Friend", he exclaims, "together we shall see many things. A drink? Or perhaps some varmit rabbit?" Subir feels compelled to quaff his drink, to avoid offending this man. He know recognizes the reason for Ma's manner. The serenity of the humble has no place in this Yosemity's company. Ma interupts, "There will be much time for that later, Yosemity, but first we have issues to discuss." He motions to the next, "Over there sits a man whose name and origins are unknown. His abilities have served us famously, and his skills as a trader and weaponsmitrh are unrivaled. The eastern fleet is under his stewardship." This man does not come forward to greet Subir, only nodding in acknowledgment. His countenance remains blurred to the ambassador, and he cannot make out his garb. Subir returns the nod. "A representative of Heraldic Heroes is the next in the Circle of Council. His horde of followers are a great asset of the alliance." From the darkness Subir can see fields of energy playing about the eyes of the Heraldic representative. "KMA sits there. The meaning of his family name is lost to the mists of time, however it is rumored that it relates to some ability that the family displays to others in victory celebrations, or taunts on the field of battle. The truth of that is unknown. All that is known is that they turned from mining the earth to more arcane matters many moons ago." "Next is the honoured leader of our many magi, the head of the Clan of the Black Sun. It is to his leadership and research that we owe our magical prowess." "Bruxner, the leader of a coven that is said to possess super-mundane abilities sits in that corner of the chamber." A very ordinary looking man steps forward and greets Subir with a nod. Subir smiles, seeing something in this man of his own people. He is struck by a twang of homesickness. Ma continues, "Buddy, of Yo Buddy!, commander of the expeditionary forces, sits to Bruxner's left." Buddy steps forward, his finely polished armour resplendent in the light. He removes his helm from his head and smiles broadly at you with a toothless grin. "See that scar?" he says, pointing at his arm. Subir looked closely at the scar. "I got that at the fall of Dunmanus. Knife wound. And that scar?" he motioned to another part of his anatomy, "Crossbow bolt. And that one? Giants...." "Yes, Yes Buddy", bursts in Ma, "We all know. Perhaps another time?" Buddy grins at you and Ma, and returns to his place. A minion tends to him, deftly wiping away the saliva. Subir tries to keep a straight face. Luckily he is saved by having his attention drawn further down the line. "Now me, no?" pipes up a deep voice. "I am Director Vasilov of da Bureau of Extra-Normal Development. Ve at the Bureau research many things for the war effort." Subir took note. The Departments of Natural and Extracylindrical Studies at Twin Cities University had been seeking more information on this Bureau, in hopes of opening up new avenues of scientific dialog. Wayfarer would be very pleased by this news! Vasilov continued, "Have you seen the mother country, comrade?" "I have not had that pleasure, Director", Subir replies. "Is a pity. She is beautiful", he responds, wiping away a tear. "Aye, she is that! The bonny hills and lochs, ar she has my heart," speaks someone else in the darkness. A cry goes up from the room, "MAY HER NAME LIVE FOREVER!!" "Please," says Ma, intoning for order, "Subir, may I introduce Rupert?" "Pleasure to meet you, Sir," says Subir as he greets the man who had spoken of lochs and hills. "The pleasure's all mine laddie," says Rupert, stepping into the light, "Its not often one hears words of friendship in these lands. Few want peace, and then only when forced by superior forces." Ma motions to the second last member. "Our next member came to us late, after being seperated from us for much time and suffering at the hands of others. They have finally escaped their bonds and joined us here in Tarraspan." This member appears to Subir to be drunk, and perhaps passed out. The ambassador thinks he can make out the man's mumbling something about a 'piano man.' Ma explains, "It was his experiences at the hands of his captors. We fear they have caused him to lose his way from the path. Gong and I are working with him to find his path, but progress is slow. His Chi is low and his meridians are out of alignment." Subir nods in understanding. "Our last member is the famed explorer, banker, C-in-C Ops, and commodor of the home guard, Sir Roger Harcourt-Tetley, RN ret, brother-in-law of Lady Euphemia d' Arson-Faere, Duchess of Berinthia, both of the League Cordeneyn en Atlantia." Sir Roger stands to attention and salutes you. The ambassador returns the salute uncertainly. At some point he's going to have to ask someone to translate this man's title. He could not recognize anything Ma said as areas thus far known to the Atlantical Geographic Society. The introductions completed, each member of council takes their seats as one. The Great Ma then spoke, "Subir, you have spoken to me of a wish to bring peace to the southern lands. Such talk is charming. However at this stage it is only such. What we propose is to take this beyond hyberbole and into the realm of actuality." "We would wish to establish permanent diplomatic relations and trade with your alliance. We would also like to negotiate a mutual defense pact, perhaps even linking to the Southern Atlantis Treaty Organization." "However, before these steps can be taken, we would know more of your alliance and its nature." The members of the council all looked at Subir, awaiting his response. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first faction has turned itself into the Jaca war crimes Tribunal. For its cooperation and only committing minor infractions, its punishment is mild. We still encourage factions to turn themselves in and cooperate fully. The War Crime Tribunal ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ********************************************************************* ******************* THE NEGENTROPS ******************** ********************************************************************* Information is our lord, Truth is our law ***************************************** bessiere@imag.fr **************** ********************************************************************* ******************* THE NEGENTROPS ******************** ********************************************************************* ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DREMMER (AP) - Tensions Growing Between IUN and AMI After defeating the Dominion over a year ago, the IUN showed great mercy on the surviving factions, and gave them ample time to portal their forces away to a distant land, where they could start anew. Yet to this day remnants of those Dominion troops, now known as the Atlantean Mages Incorporated and the State of Switzerland (AMI), still remain on IUN owned lands. Needless to say, IUN patience has grown thin, and a recent excursion by AMI troops into other IUN controlled territory has caused great concern among members of the Imperial Council. A spokesman stated, "The Council is shocked that AMI would be so bold and rash as to land such a force on our lands without first checking with us. And the fact that their troops still remain around Dremmer is inexcusable. We hope this issue can be resolved peacefully, as our two nations have been friendly now for some time. But hopes are not high in the Council chambers." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ahh....... it's good to belong. The IUN is my home and my family. Life is good!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Magic teaching progresses rapidly. Dozens of Fireball and Mindblast mages should do the trick. And once we have a few more mages with the Earthquake spell, no enemy ciites will remain standing!! AHHHHH ha ha ha !! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Je n'ai pas de tactique. Je fais de l'existence et du vide mes tactiques. Je n'ai pas de talent. Je fais de ma vivacite d'esprit mon talent. Je n'ai pas de forteresses. L'esprit immuable est ma forteresse. Je n'ai pas d'epee. De l'etat qui est au-dessus et au-dela, de la pensee, je fais mon epee. Je n'ai pas de strategie. La liberte de tuer et la liberte de rendre la vie - telle est ma strategie. Je n'ai pas d'objectif. L'occasion qui se presente est mon objectif. Je n'ai pas de miracle. La loi seule est mon miracle. NKL ODGE The Bin in the Beam ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- the Atlantical Geographic Society has Moved! http://www.nyu.edu/gsas/admin/beads/atlantis/ags/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [!NAA, !Prettstern, !Wondrous_Item] Andy, the nephew, had been living in the Kashmar embassy for a number of years. It had become quite boring, really, hanging out in this northern city. Little ever seemed to happen there. That is why, when he had heard of the contest being offered by King Karl in Prettstern, he was anxious to find an excuse to go. But he honestly couldn't think of any. Over breakfast, he continued to mull over the idea. It was his daughter Woodexchanga, that finally said it. "Dad," she began, "why don't you just ask Centre Denbigh if you can go?" "Go where?" asked young Jeff Kashmar Andyson. "To Prettstern, stupid," replied Theresamar, the older boy. Jeff stuck his tongue out. "Now stop that, both of you!" said Tribeswoman, as she interceded on her two children, "Eat your breakfast." "Well?" asked Woodexchanga, not letting up. Andy looked off into space for a moment. "But what would I give him. We have nothing here to offer him," he cast his gaze around their modest abode, and then turned to his daughter with a downcast expression. "Nothing wondrous." Woodexchanga considered this for a moment. "Who said you had to bring the item from here?" "Now, Woodexchanga, the notice says quite clearly that each contestant should come in person to Prettstern, and give their item to the King." "It does say that, sis," added Theresamar with an air of satisfaction. "So?" responded Woodexchanga, providing no acknowledgement to her brother. "When he get's to Prettstern, he can give the item to the King. But who said he had to carry it there himself." Andy and his wife both looked intrigued. "You mean have it delivered to Prettstern?" they asked in unison. "Exactly!" said Woodexchanga with a bright smile. Andy's wife looked enthusiastic. "I'm sure Centre Denbigh could have the item sent by special courier to arrive in Prettstern in time for your arrival!" "Jeff, get me some paper and a pen!" exclaimed Andy. "I'll get a pigeon ready," said Theresamar as he got up from the table. Andy mused, "But now, what do I ask him to send?" Woodexchanga grinned. "Oh, I have an idea for that..." [This fictoid brought to you be the Chuch of the Purple Snowflake (72) -- landt@acf4.nyu.edu ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Webmaster General -- GSAS Web Online Research Assistant -- FAS/Psychology President Emeritus -- Computer Advocacy at NYU E-mail: landt@acf4.nyu.edu In Real Life: T. M. Land URL http://found.cs.nyu.edu/beads/ In Atlantis 2.0: Faction 72 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Khepera ? Khepera is a bug! a angry and hungry bug!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Drakull Teaching and Trading will continue teaching and producing items for a long time if all continue as it is... so, ask more info if u are near my hexe (46,59) for the teaching. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The battlefield was littered with the corpses of the fallen enemy. Why did they think they had a chance against our mighty empire, our 4 fireball mages made short work of the advancing enemy hordes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *** Nature Takes Revenge! *** The weather was calm and cool in the breezy plains. My troops marched with confidence and pride. We hunted only to satisfy our hunger but there was some misunderstanding between us and MoM Nature... First there was a group of Lions that tried to make diner of us. That wasn't enough. A Giant rattlesnake gobbled my scouts like popcorn. Enough? Noooo, The other scouts were scooped by a Giant Eagle, soaring the skies in search of innocent peace-loving dwarfs. Any mage out there know some spell, potion or charm to keep the fangs of nature away from my soldier's behinds ? Bruised Bottom Battallion ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Want to have a fast car? Want to mine more iron than your neighbour? Feeling weak? Want to play with fire? Want to look farther? Want a portal to travel fast? Do you like potions? Come to the Guild, we are now blessing wagons and swords, creating Picks of Mining Gloves of Strength, Wands of Lightning, Potions of Healing and Portals. For all who need these services or want to receive Magic tuition, make us an offer we can't refuse. We are situated in Atlantis City. Send pigeons to adalen.via@sni.de ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ********************************************************************** Deld's Monster guide: REAL information on monsters. All numbers a approximates based on real battles. Water Devils and Fire devils: Hits 8 attacks 6 Attack level 3-5 Defence level 3 Wolves: Hits 1 (maybe 2) Attacks 1 Attack Level 3 Defence level 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yo, Pirates! Go away or I shall taunt you a second time! Fechez la vache! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO o o O THE JOKOMICALAUGHUNNY CHRONICLE O o o OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Poor Acrobatty. I think this chonicle is exhausting him... Good bye... for a moment.~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The game has restarted and so our studies has too... Well... still increasing the skills and still gaining more power and units... that sounds good to me... what about all the others?? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Okay, nice long break, a couple of allies disappeared, but nobody we really needed or depended upon. I don't suppose we'd be so lucky as to have had any ENEMIES drop out of the game? Nah. Thankfully, we can handle them ourselves. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The broken bones slowly mend themselves so they are whole again. The torn flesh wraps itself once more around the skeleton of its former body. From the blood-red sands of the western desert, legions of the undead rise. Their souls are once more trapped on the Atlantean plane. Their thirst for freedom from these earthly bonds gives them hunger for vengeance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, Tanis, our Mother, Oh, Melkart, our Leader, Oh, Eshmun, our Teacher, bless our deeds and lead us to the Victory ! I, Hannibal Barkas, offer you the immolation of all colours. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Magic school opening "soon" in Lintan! We will offer teaching in most foundations up to level 3 at affordable prices. Spells sold cheap too. Contact Mariam at m93mav@student.tdb.uu.se ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LINTAN LINTAN LINTAN A shop will soon open up in Lintan. You will be able to buy: $750 Plate armour $400 Chain armour $250 Wagons (enchanted if you wish) $150 Swords ( - " - ) $100 Longbows $100 Crossbows $500 Gloves of Strength $500 Helms of Observation $1000 Wands of Fire $1000 Picks of Mining $50 Potions of Healing Mariam's Enchanted Items Trading Company (711) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ One can always hope that all those repetitive messages and multiple copies are owned by players dropping out or fallen asleep... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hmm. Not much has changed in Atlantis during my long sleep. How odd. Time moves in mysterious ways. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ooo ooooo ooooo ooooooooooooo `88. .888' `888' 8' 888 `8 888b d'888 888 888 8 Y88. .P 888 888 888 8 `888' 888 888 888 8 Y 888 .o. 888 .o. 888 .o. o8o o888o Y8P o888o Y8P o888o Y8P 2 The Magic Items Traders are proud to announce the opening of his new shop in Atlantis City. We can offer the following magic items: - Helm of observation (+2 in observation)..................... 200 sil - Gloves of strength (+2 in combat +5 attacks per round)...... 200 sil - Potion of healing (survive one fatal blow in combat)........ 200 sil * - Wand of fire (-2 in enemy attack)........................... 200 sil - Pick of mining (+10 in mining).............................. 200 sil - Enchant wagon (no need horse)............................... 200 sil ** - Portal...................................................... 200 sil * Prize per 10 potion. ** You provide the wagon. Contact "Circulo interno" (843) at javier@nemesis.iic.uam.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ooo ooooo ooooo ooooooooooooo `88. .888' `888' 8' 888 `8 888b d'888 888 888 8 Y88. .P 888 888 888 8 `888' 888 888 888 8 Y 888 .o. 888 .o. 888 .o. o8o o888o Y8P o888o Y8P o888o Y8P 3 The Magic Items Traders are proud to announce the opening of his new shop in Atlantis City. We can offer the following magic items: - Helm of observation (+2 in observation)..................... 200 sil - Gloves of strength (+2 in combat +5 attacks per round)...... 200 sil - Potion of healing (survive one fatal blow in combat)........ 200 sil * - Wand of fire (-2 in enemy attack)........................... 200 sil - Pick of mining (+10 in mining).............................. 200 sil - Enchant wagon (no need horse)............................... 200 sil ** - Portal...................................................... 200 sil * Prize per 10 potion. ** You provide the wagon. Contact "Circulo interno" (843) at javier@nemesis.iic.uam.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ooo ooooo ooooo ooooooooooooo `88. .888' `888' 8' 888 `8 888b d'888 888 888 8 Y88. .P 888 888 888 8 `888' 888 888 888 8 Y 888 .o. 888 .o. 888 .o. o8o o888o Y8P o888o Y8P o888o Y8P 4 The Magic Items Traders are proud to announce the opening of his new shop in Atlantis City. We can offer the following magic items: - Helm of observation (+2 in observation)..................... 200 sil - Gloves of strength (+2 in combat +5 attacks per round)...... 200 sil - Potion of healing (survive one fatal blow in combat)........ 200 sil * - Wand of fire (-2 in enemy attack)........................... 200 sil - Pick of mining (+10 in mining).............................. 200 sil - Enchant wagon (no need horse)............................... 200 sil ** - Portal...................................................... 200 sil * Prize per 10 potion. ** You provide the wagon. Contact "Circulo interno" (843) at javier@nemesis.iic.uam.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE PRETTSTERN FREE PRESS HEADLINES * Abernethy falls to Prettstern! The flower of the army of Prettstern under the command of the Captain-General, Duke Bocholt, defeated an army of Reservoir Dogs and Abernethy citizen-levies under the command of General Gray of the Reservoir Dogs, one-time conqueror of Eskerfan. Despite Gray's tactical skill, Prettstern's superior numbers and training easily overcame the defending forces, which were slain to a man. Following the battle, the now-exiled Abernethy Council sued for peace, and negotiations regarding peace terms are reportedly underway. In the meantime, however, Bocholt has demanded the surrender of the neighboring town of Ettrick. * Colonial militia under the command of the Thane of Garth put an end to the tribe of wild men last month which had been terrorizing the Karothean jungles for the past year. Surprised by a dawn attack on their camp, the cannibals were swiftly cut down, avenging earlier raids on the amazon and colonial settlements near Grisbygd. * Following reports of death squads preying upon travellers in the swamps of Moffat, units of the Victorian Guard were deployed to the city of Dremmer in order to prevent further unrest. Field Marshal Chalus, commanding the operation, declared his intention to restore order to the region. BUSINESS * Market analysts predicted economic troubles in Kashmar resulting from the recent temporal disruption experienced through all of Atlantis. Duke Carlos Quintero's staff is reportedly in chaos. * The Praestbygd immigration crisis drew to an end as migrant workers in Lautaro finally withdrew peacefully back into the Praestbygd Realm. * The INC. merchant house is suspected to have overextended itself into financial difficulties, resulting in part from terrorist attacks on INC. offices in Dremmer and heavy market competition with the Working Faction in Karothea and Partry. HIGHEST DEMAND: magic items, unusual items, bows, swords MODERATE DEMAND: horses, buildings, herbs, armor SURPLUS: slaves, silver, land, mercenaries RUMORS * The Kingdom of Prettstern is in need of small war/trade or war/magic factions to take over governing various tracts of land that the Crown is unable to exploit. Trustworthy individuals who are able to arrange transportation to the Kingdom of Prettstern can easily secure a land grant. * Death sports are reported to be occuring in the swamps north of Victoria; highly trained assassins are said to be stalking passersby and each other for the sheer thrill of the hunt. * Tensions ran high in the County of Chendo as warriors of the powerful lizardmen tribes encamped within sight of the walls of Helvete in preparation for their biannual monsoon rituals. "They just don't look friendly," said one Helvetian resident. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ooo ooooo ooooo ooooooooooooo `88. .888' `888' 8' 888 `8 888b d'888 888 888 8 Y88. .P 888 888 888 8 `888' 888 888 888 8 Y 888 .o. 888 .o. 888 .o. o8o o888o Y8P o888o Y8P o888o Y8P 5 The Magic Items Traders are proud to announce the opening of his new shop in Atlantis City. We can offer the following magic items: - Helm of observation (+2 in observation)..................... 200 sil - Gloves of strength (+2 in combat +5 attacks per round)...... 200 sil - Potion of healing (survive one fatal blow in combat)........ 200 sil * - Wand of fire (-2 in enemy attack)........................... 200 sil - Pick of mining (+10 in mining).............................. 200 sil - Enchant wagon (no need horse)............................... 200 sil ** - Portal...................................................... 200 sil * Prize per 10 potion. ** You provide the wagon. Contact "Circulo interno" (843) at javier@nemesis.iic.uam.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rikard looked at the water soaked shipping charts. Completely unreadable. Fortunately he had one of the scribes in Arlon make copies. Now if he only knew where they were... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ooo ooooo ooooo ooooooooooooo `88. .888' `888' 8' 888 `8 888b d'888 888 888 8 Y88. .P 888 888 888 8 `888' 888 888 888 8 Y 888 .o. 888 .o. 888 .o. o8o o888o Y8P o888o Y8P o888o Y8P The Magic Items Traders are proud to announce the opening of his new shop in Atlantis City. We can offer the following magic items: - Helm of observation (+2 in observation)..................... 200 sil - Gloves of strength (+2 in combat +5 attacks per round)...... 200 sil - Potion of healing (survive one fatal blow in combat)........ 200 sil * - Wand of fire (-2 in enemy attack)........................... 200 sil - Pick of mining (+10 in mining).............................. 200 sil - Enchant wagon (no need horse)............................... 200 sil ** - Portal...................................................... 200 sil * Prize per 10 potion. ** You provide the wagon. Contact "Circulo interno" (843) at javier@nemesis.iic.uam.es ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ... found myself wandering around Atlantis and still think there's some place left in peace where I can settle and start growing. Let's hope those big alliances keep fighting themselves to death... A wandering creature ------------------------------------------------------------------------ So not everybody made it back, huh? It even looks like the *former* leader of SCIO is gone. I wonder if that alliance will crumble under its own weight?..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The PCP are evil. Kill the PCP! Don't do drugs! Just say NO! Those crackheads lie! Nancy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Order of the Patristics is going on a pilgrimage soon from the land of Morgel to wherever the Almighty Peter sends us. We plan to pray, fast, do penance, cast out demons and convert the helpless heathen living in those far away lands. May God be with us. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Our God is a very kind and simple guy. This is not a blasphemy. I had a dream last night. I was in a strange citadel named "MS" in a small town named "Redmond". I was praying, and I heard the voice of the One we call God. He happened to be working in that same citadel, in that same town. I had lunch with Geoff, and I told him about our lives in Atlantis. He's a very nice guy, believe me. He doesn't even understand why so many people here call him "God"! He told me there was not much he could do to avoid the plagues of Atlantis. He did a lot to avoid starvation by adding laws that allow everybody to help their starving allies. But against war, he can't do anything. He just hopes like me that one day, the people of Atlantis will become wiser and more peaceful. Grendel, Barde de Gondor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hmm, where did the past few months go... But wait, the calendar says it is the same month..... But wait, it can't be... I could swear at least a year had passed, but it hadn't... Am I loosing my mind? Did I ever have a mind in the first place... Hmm..........ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(thinks) Well, anyways... Whats with all this RAIN.... Somehow, I feel it should be hot.... But dry hot, not this dreaded moist hot.... Blah, time to figured out what my plans were... But wait, If last month was only yesterday why do I have to figure out what the heck I was doing... I dunno... life can be so confusing at times. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ershwin visably staggered at the news, almost falling. His face turned ashen. Could it truly have happened? Was his long standing ally and companion, The Grand Archibold really dead? And what part had Acme Labs played? Such a day had never occured in Atlantis before, when one so high and noble had been swallowed by the festering forces of evil. Ershwin's thoughts turned to the mocking High Priest Ralph, and his Unholy Order. Ershwin had already slain him once, but the evil had not been stopped. Ershwin now knew that to kill the High Priest, his head must be removed from his maggot ridden body, burnt, and the ashes purified by Sacred Chant. High Priest Ralph would not escpae death a second time... Ershwin would have his revenge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The PCP has lost big time in the Palmi/Rantlu war; we killed many of their mages last turn, and will kill the rest (total ~20+) this turn. Any alliances who have been friendly with the PCP in the past my want to reconsider their allegience at this point; known PCP sympathyzers (and we know who you are) will be killed right along with the PCP from here out. The PCP are doomed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Less noticed than his highly-touted intervention in Bosnia was Assistant Secretary of State Richard Holbrooke's help in February in defusing an imminent war between Greece and Turkey. The two nations had amassed troops and warships for full-scale battle over the isle of Imia, a 10-acre rock in the Aegean Sea, completely uninhabitable except for a few goats. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What ever happened to the reaper, did he just crumble and die like the dog he is. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I guess in a few turns we will be able to see how many people survived the cull. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And so another faction fades into the sunset, with a parting shot at the forces of darkness.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The private walked into the tent and shuffled his feet nervously. "What is it?" asked the general. "Sir", gulped the private, "The men are refusing to move on account of the storm." "Storm. What storm? The weatherman promised me clear whether this turn. Besides, how hard can it be to walk into a city, no matter how big this silly little storm is. I'll just have to show them myself." The general proceeded outside, called to his men, "Follow me", and marched off. He was never heard from again. "Mmmm", said the private, two leaders in two turns. The high command is going to start getting curious what we are doing with them soon. Another government worker during office hours. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Up