Atlantis 2.0: Times 23 From: Geoff Dunbar <atlantis@rahul.net> Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 00:00:00 +0000 Atlantis 2.0 Times January, Year 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Game Master Notes: atlantis@rahul.net for information, problems. I have set up an "official" Atlantis WWW page. Nothing too fancy, but it's got all the Atlantis information that I know of on it. Anyone who has an Atlantis 2.0 home page, and wants to be listed, let me know. Atlantis 2.0 is now closed. People wishing to play will have to wait for the next incarnation of Atlantis. Tentative plans are for a low-cost commercial game to open in September or October. If all goes well, you'll be receiving this (and your reports) from a new address. Please continue to send your orders and times articles to the old address. Restarts are still allowed. Bug Fixes This Turn: 1) Certain Magic Items would disappear after combat (ack!!) 2) There was a bug dealing with LEAVE and BUILD. Additions This Turn: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Matrim surveyed his forces with an anxious eye. He itched to be part of the battle that he knew was taking place in Sledmere, but his duty was here. His honor was carried by those troops he had trained and sent. ... Abercrombe waited anxiously. If Melvin had been there, Abercrombe would never have let him see it, but Melvin was off leading the troops into battle. From the rear, Abercrombe hoped. He wished he were more confident that Melvin would follow his advice. ... The Robinsons made good use of the gift of horses they had received. They travelled as quickly and as far as they could, but the elders all wore anxious frowns. Somewhere to the north, a great battle raged, and their sponsor was in the middle of it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By order of His Majesty, Karl I of Prettstern, the Kingdom of Prettstern is reversing the old Free Companions' policy of denying passage through controlled areas. The borders are open. However, several restrictions apply: 1. All units ending a month in the Kingdom of Prettstern are obliged to pay a Foreigner Tax of 1 silver per man to a Prettstern unit in the area. Merchants who are trading with the Kingdom, Mages sponsored by the Crown, and factions recognized as Citizens of the Kingdom are exempted from this tax. Factions whose taxes fall into arrears may be subject to collections. 2. The possession of bows and crossbows in the Kingdom by anyone other than Royal military units or merchants manufacturing them for sale to the Crown is strictly forbidden. 3. Taxing and entertaining are reserved actions and should not be performed by non-Prettstern units. Merchants of all kinds and manufacturers of magical items are welcome in the Kingdom of Prettstern. With the liberation of Prettstern and Bocholt, we have much silver we are willing to pay out relatively frivolously. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Unrest in Palmi Armed crowds fanatized by a so called Legate Rayelin attacked town guard in Palmi last month. Brave guardians fought to the last man, but they was eight times overnumbered. In the town now rules chaos, disorder, sexual harrassment and free love. Honest citizens are puzzled about what will be the next. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Boudiccea's reading the Times. "Hmm a lots of rumors, a lots of cry for war and cry for peace. Funny stuff", she thinks. "And every week new immigrants arrive - Atlantis City seems to be hopelessly overcrowded. I am glad that I have made my way out just in time" and she looks around and smiles. The praires gras is green and the sky is wide ... peace around her. Thats exactly as she had dreamed of. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well it seems The Southern Empire (TSE) is finally showing its true colors. Last week one of its members House Kurovsky wrote: >The fields of Sledgemere, once so beautiful and calm, was filled with the >sound of battle. SCIO had finally come to face the challenge. Well thats true, sort of, all was quite in Sledmere, but in the adjacent town Ellsemere The Southern Empire attacked and killed all the town guards. No members of SCIO took part in the battle, in fact, one member of the Southern Empire (Damage Inc, 494) was on the side of the town guards. >Should the SCIO win this war, all would be lost, and all citizents not >within SCIO will be eliminated. This shall not be, if there is anything I >can do to prevent it. Blatantly false propaganda. SCIO has made no statments about killing all non-allied factions. On the other hand The Southern Empire admits to dealing with thieves and kills town guards. SCIO has no choice now but to defend itself, so if you are in Sledmere... well you've probably already seen all the battles as SCIO attacks the cowardly Southern Empire. >So if you are a faction in Sledgemere, Ellesmere or Menter without an ALLY, >that wants to fight SCIO. Contact us in TSE and you will become a member, >and join in the fight against SCIO for domination of the Sledgemere area. Well, well, look who wants to dominate. They are off to a good start they have taken one town already. Luckly SCIO is here to stop them. Southern Empire's core members are House Shadowlancers (476), mf@nrg.dtu.dk House Kurovsky (480), PF@nrg.dtu.dk The Emperor (488), JL@nrg.dtu.dk House Istiff (489), SBA@nrg.dtu.dk House Marcus (621), MD@nrg.dtu.dk House Salling (645), MAS@nrg.dtu.dk Mostly Harmless (659), SBA@nrg.dtu.dk House of C (661), MCB@nrg.dtu.dk House Emperia (667), sba@nrg.dtu.dk Be very careful if your not one of the core members or you could "accidently" end up on the wrong side of the battle just like poor Damage Inc did. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Prophesy... A storm is brewing over Sledmere. Dark clouds have blotted out the sun. Those who have forsaken the Great Geoff and turned Sledmere into a city of the decadent shall be purified by fire and steel and the rains shall wash their stain fron the city. The sun shall rise over a new Sledmere. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The treemen are coming, the treemen are coming. By winter's end, our defense force will be in place. Each territory supported bya 10squad of treemen and our first wand of fire. The construction of that boat is going to be slow though. Now I want another ally. A MAGIC/TRADE or MAGIC/WAR ally to join us. Anyone interested in learning magic from a pure magic faction and can somehow make it to (6,15), please contact the Hand of Darkness. ***** The Hand of Darkness, and our allies the Dire Didgett of Darkness, the Melniboneans, and the Ruffians now claim the desert in (6,15), the swamp in (7,13) and the forests in (5,13) and (6,14). All factions entering this region are requested to state their business. Otherwise funny things might happen. Hand of Darkness g8512580@mcmaster.ca Dire Didgett of Darkness richard@majinga.demon.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BEWARE ORGANICS! THE BLIGHT IS! SUBMIT OR DIE! PITY IS UNHEARD OF! This friendly message has been brought to you by those organics that have been absorbed so far. Have a nice day.... :-) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ For the edification of all who are currently attempting to contest with me for my claimed areas in the Abernethy region. I posted the following to the _Times_ almost 8 turns ago. I am posting again as a reminder that I will enforce my claim. Also note that I am now restricting transit of all unallied factions due to the many intrusions and incursions. Several units of The Harper faction have already died for their gall in attempting to GUARD Orrebygd (5,16). If you wish entry or to transit my lands you may contact me at: csc2bds@cabell.vcu.edu <Subject: AT2-ABERNETHY LANDS> Gustavus Adolphus P.S. To: Happy Rufus Re: Thief in (5,16) I too have suffered at the cowards' hand. I'll be correcting my OBS deficiency immediately. Contact me if you can cover the town to the south. We may be able to trap him since I (or allies) have all other provinces covered. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< - >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gustavus' Grenadiers (142) claims the following areas in the Abernethy region: 5,13 6,13 8,13 5,14 7,14 8,14 7,15 5,16 6,16 7,16 9,17 All of the intervening and surrounding provinces are claimed by my allies or other associated factions. A courtesy message explaining your units and intentions when entering these areas will save us all much annoyance. I do not plan to restrict transit at this time but a "NO TAXATION" policy for non-allies is in effect and will be enforced. Pillagers will be dealt with in kind. Tradesmen wishing to exploit the resources of these areas need to contact me to arrange terms. Gustavus Adolphus ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Land Claim Office ===================== The aim of the Land Claim office is to produce a list of usefull and dangerous land for the unsuspecting explorer, it is free and no claim will be enforced by the claims office. The decision to use it is entirely yours and you may claim as much land as you wish, although no claim of the whole world (or a large part of it) will be published. Claim Faction/Unit Contact 0,22 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 1,18 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 1,19 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 1,20 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 2,18 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 2,19 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 2,20 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 3,18 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 3,19 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 3,20 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 5,8 A.B.R. (15) atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk 5,10 A.B.R. (15) atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk 5,13 The Inner Eye Alliance mlyon@interramp.com 6,9 Lance Lunchnick and the Litigators (277) leete@slack.med.upenn.edu 6,13 The Inner Eye Alliance mlyon@interramp.com 6,14 Hand of Darkness g8512580@mcmail.cis.mcmaster.ca 6,15 Hand of Darkness g8512580@mcmail.cis.mcmaster.ca 6,18 The church Of ENVY (346) smygelfh@kuai.se 7,9 Lance Lunchnick and the Litigators (277) leete@slack.med.upenn.edu 7,10 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 7,11 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 8,10 Lance Lunchnick and the Litigators (277) leete@slack.med.upenn.edu 8,12 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 8,16 The Harpers g77008@it3.eskom.co.za 8,21 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au 9,8 Picts pdxark@evol.gene.nottingham.ac.uk 9,11 multiple factions vjg@cbnea.att.com 9,12 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 9,15 The Harpers g77008@it3.eskom.co.za 9,20 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au 10,7 Picts pdxark@evol.gene.nottingham.ac.uk 10,8 Picts pdxark@evol.gene.nottingham.ac.uk 10,9 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 10,11 Lance Lunchnick and the Litigators (277) 10,19 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au 10,20 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au leete@slack.med.upenn.edu 11,6 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 11,8 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 11,9 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 11,11 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 11,12 Renaissance (30) vjg@cbnea.att.com 11,18 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au 11,20 Praestbygd Realm makind@fisheries.nsw.gov.au 12,9 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 12,10 The Mauve Marauders (59) euaahg@eua.ericsson.se 13,10 The Mauve Marauders (59) euaahg@eua.ericsson.se 14,6 Nyx Alliance damian.penney@ncl.ac.uk 15,7 Pain Killers Alliance d91frera@und.ida.liu.se 15,8 The Inner Eye Alliance mlyon@interramp.com 15,9 Pain Killers Alliance d91frera@und.ida.liu.se 16,8 The Inner Eye Alliance mlyon@interramp.com 16,10 Pain Killers Alliance d91frera@und.ida.liu.se 17,10 Pain Killers Alliance d91frera@und.ida.liu.se 42,34 M3 The Minnesota managing and magic cooperation [452] LEHMANN@reze-1.rz.rwth-aachen.de 46,2 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 46,55 Drakull Soldiers and allies u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 46,56 Los chicos de Edu & The Prophet Followers ecasas@mest.unizar.es & moustafa@mest.unizar.es 47,1 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 48,0 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 48,1 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 48,3 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 48,4 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 48,5 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 49,0 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 49,3 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 49,5 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 49,6 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 50,0 Industry(88) alb@cwa.com 50,1 Industry(88) alb@cwa.com 50,3 Axion Imperium jts@telerama.lm.com 50,6 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 51,5 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 51,6 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 52,4 The Wanderes (112) ??? 52,5 Great Muuf and his family (117) maxera@fzu.cz 55,0 Holy Order of the Sacred Purple Kumquat (379) shook@ibg.colorado.edu 55,1 Holy Order of the Sacred Purple Kumquat (379) shook@ibg.colorado.edu 55,5 Holy Order of the Sacred Purple Kumquat (379) shook@ibg.colorado.edu 56,3 Acme Labs (297) tajones@beagle.colorado.edu 57,2 Acme Labs (297) tajones@beagle.colorado.edu 77,54 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 77,55 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 78,54 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 78,55 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 79,51 Surwegian Cartel pigboy@glob.com or pigboy@esd.sgi.com 79,52 Surwegian Cartel pigboy@glob.com or pigboy@esd.sgi.com 79,53 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 79,54 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 79,55 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 79,57 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 80,52 Surwegian Cartel pigboy@glob.com or pigboy@esd.sgi.com 80,54 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 80,56 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 80,57 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 81,51 Surwegian Cartel pigboy@glob.com or pigboy@esd.sgi.com 81,56 The DOMINION s0nw@exnet.com 94,21 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 94,22 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 95,20 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 95,21 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu 95,22 The Free Companions (109) yaj@cc.gatech.edu All claims should be sent to the office (claim@forsyth.demon.co.uk) with a means of contact, a summary will be included in the Times each month. If you wish your entry removed then also let me know. The Land Claims Office. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The A.B.R. (15) are setting up shop in the small town of Arlon (8,11). see below for our latest offers. The A.B.R. School ================= horse training to level 1 combat to level 2 and riding to level 2 cost as low as $4 per man The A.B.R. Production Line ========================== we are offering the services of a small band of armourers skilled in making chainmail and plate mail. contact our local rep. for prices. The A.B.R. Shop =============== For Sale longbows $100 each crossbows $100 each Wanted Iron - contact our rep. for prices. All prices are negotiable. Place your orders now to aviod dissapointment. atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk Discouts for large orders, all orders over $500 will require a deposit of 50% of the purchase price. Watch this space for future offers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Were you a town guard? Lost your job because some faction took control? Feeling pretty down about the whole mess? Come visit the Abernethy Center for Displaced Town Guards (ACDTG). ACDTG's kind and compassionate staff will: lick your wounds, stroke your ego, and put you back on your feet again. Confidentiality guaranteed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Massacre near Monzon: The Picts pledge their support against the unprovoked attack on the peaceful tradesmen in the plains SW of Monzon. Attackers: The Welcoming Hand & The Reservoir Dogs We also urge other factions in the surrounding areas to ally with themselves (if you have not done so already) to prevent any further advances. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-==-| | **MONZON MOVERS** + + ***** The Winter Edition ****** | | + + Why you WILL need the Monzon Movers: | | + + Unable to move with the winter freeze, your units are near starvation, and | | you need to get money to them fast. + + Our speciality. Give silver to one of our units and the closest unit | | to your destination will give them the money you need (less a small + + fee of course, although this is negotiable). | | ** Still going strong ** + + | | + + You have just produces goods which are too heavy to carry to your | | customer/nearest town: + + With several wagons in operation the Monzon Movers is the service | | for you. Armed escort available on request. + + Even more important now that horseless units are immobile in the | | wintery weather!! + + *** book well in advance to avoid disappointment **** | | *** ANNOUNCEMENT : all transport going east into Monzon is now fully + + booked for heavy goods. Booking accepted for transport of all goods | | Westward (towards Arlon and Anstruther). *** + + | | * watch this space for further MM enterprises* + + | | + + CALL NOW AT | | pdxark@evol.nott.ac.uk + + *** We promise to reply to your call as soon as possible.*** | =-=-=-=-===-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ernesto was puzzled, that little guy with the rash had walked straight off the cliff and into the crashing surf and rocks below. He had been so distraught at the loss of his dog that he couldn't face life. The Skomer sky began to brighten with dawn, Ernesto had not slept, his mind reeling with the image of a suicidal leap. He arrived early at the University, his responsibilities at the Institute would not wait, even during personal crisis. On his desk was a letter that, he feared, would explain everything and change his life. He opened it and began to read: Dearest Ernesto, I must thank you for your kindness. But my grief in the last several weeks has been too great. My sole companion, I fear, has been mistaken for a canine by your townsfolk and perhaps eaten. My inherited lands have been taken, and myself banished to this wasteland. My last 3 elves were killed by non-player creatures and now I am left even without the sword my father gave me as a child. Therefore, I'll throw myself off the cliff and into the sea. Thank you for the hospitality, I hope you didn't catch my rash. Yours truly, Mikey Ernesto refolded the letter, a single tear coursed down his cheek. "That is no way to live your life," he thought to himself, "I wonder how that little guy got into my office". ------------------------------------------------------------------------ !!! ELLESMERE HAS FALLEN - JOIN THE ELLESMERE LIBERATION ARMY !!! Today is a day of great mourning for the free people of Ellesmere. The town has fallen to the blood-hungry armies of the Southern Empire. More than two hundred innocent people were killed, including women and children. Corpses are know lying everywhere in the once-beautiful town. Free people in the area around Sledmere, don't listen to the sweet talking of the Southern Empire ! Their only goal is now clear: to get the surrounding cities and kill all those who oppose them. We must fight this Evil, lest we be destroyed. A new alliance is growing in the ashes of the fallen city. The Ellesmere Liberation Army will repulse the invaders, and free our homes. Let all the people who believe in peace and friendship in the area unite against the Southern Empire. May God help us to free our city, Ellesmere Liberation Army ------------------------------------------------------------------------ STILL SELLING PLTs FOR $450 EACH AND LESS FOR MASSIVE ORDERS I also teach armorer in Kashmar city. The working faction 181 andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CCC ANNOUNCEMENT: There is a stripped down version of the CCC report and map available for free download from the ftp site. It is not meant to be complete. Rather it will contain enough information to give new factions somewhat of a feel for the land, and to act as a teaser for them and everyone else to get you all to join the project. FTP to ftp.rahul.net and the file is found at pub/atlantis/submissions/CCC_Map.txt. tim.hruby@his.com The Welcoming Hand (192) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Each man landed in a different place. There was no money for them and they were alone. It is a difficult time. There is no relief and the climb back up to financial independence is long and hard. Each man is free and each man has the opportunity to establish himself in a land where no man has yet been. The way will be hard, but each in his own way is prepared and determined to live and thrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gunnar Olafsson sighed gustily. Why was he getting mixed up in a war that he knew nothing about? Perhaps it was that huge old man with one eye and a raven on his shoulder. Or perhaps it was the fact that his poor Berserkers couldn't run on a stomach full of adrenalin anymore (even Berserkers need to eat!). He mounted his horse and it groaned and glared at him. Gunnar stared back hungrily. The horse turned its head with a snort and began to plod off towards their destination. Gunnar stared up at the winter clouds and realized something. Since when did a Viking need a reason to go to battle other than the promise of a full purse and a few wenchs? With that happy thought, he spurred his horse into a weary trot. Besides, he still had to show all those idiots back in the village that the world wasn't flat, and he couldn't do that without silver... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Juan smiled as he looked over the last statement of earnings. It appeared that the boat that he had so long looked for was now turning from fantasy to reality. Labourers were showing up by the score and their strong backs were even now straining to carry the long forgotten wood to the ship yards. It took money to hire this many men but in the end the investment would be worth it. Prag was not so happy. He had not heared that the boat was aboout to be built. He was far away to the north shut in by the winter. His fear was growing as reports of large forces of sword men and armourers came to him. He did not fear death he only wished he could die with true warriors and not this band of half trained rabble currently under his command. Farther south Zendall waited and fumed. His smouldering wrath was barely contained as intelligence reports rolled in. Winter was not his season of choice. It took too long to move the men he needed into position and the the days were too short for the training he demanded of his men. The Captain waited with Zendall. He heard the intelligence reports and was happy that his boat would soon be made. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Aelfstan sat staring into the mirror as he communicated with the fellow magus who was teaching him the discipline, corpus. Nodding on occasion as the teacher made some salient point, he seemed oblivious to the quill floating through the air, writing on some scroll-paper by itself. His study, as always was cluttered with various ecoutrements of his profession; from the several perilously high stacks of books to the cadaver standing at attention by the door, the swords lying on his workbench (waiting to be enchanted with runic inscriptions), the meals lying by the door waiting to be eaten (some from over a month ago), the various correspondence yet to be opened regarding the Order, to the goblin spy frozen in time. His entire being; body, mind, and soul was on the studies. *** Paladin sits cross-legged amongst the trees of the Great Forest; his sword given to Aelfstan for enchanting he was unarmed and thus felt naked though he wore a jerkin of lincoln green. How was he to continue his studies of this most physical of the disciplines if every few hours he was interrupted by this orc or that goblin. A pile of bodies suggested that the disturbances were not all that much of a nuisance. "Oh well, back to work," he mutters to himself as he communes with the various ethereal spirits that make there abode within the forest... At least ten whole minutes before he is attacked again, this time by two of those pesky orcs <SNAP, CRACKLE, POP> Two more dead orcs. Thus is life. *** A book in front of him, Galen teaches his class, one of which is his fellow member of the Order, Aidan. Some come to be taught the mysteries of ethereal magick, others to learn the powers of life; but all come to him to be taught and teach them he will. Even if he wishes he could be in his nice quiet study researching "The Sexo-Yogic Implications of Orc Religion and the Role of Cannibalism Within." Comparative Religion is his latest curiousity. Oh well, if he must, he must... *** [Blah, blah, blah] Aida tunes out his teacher for awhile in order to remain awake. He hates being taught by Galen, he is soooo boring. Of the members of the Hermetic Order; Aidan dislikes Galen most of all. After all; Aelfstan, when he has the time, does not mind a good party and Paladin loves a good drinking song, as long as battles are mentioned, but all Galen likes to do is study various curiousities of purely trivial interest. In other words he is too stuffy for the fun-loving sidhe magus. Oh well, one more session and he is done studying from him. "Yahoo". *** The guards work on the road-crews around Monzon earning money for the order. "Yeah great, hire us to be soldiers then get us diggin' ditches. I just love those mages!" one can be over-heard roaring after falling into one suspiciously large, claw shaped pot-hole. The rest roar "Shuddup and start diggin!" The continue digging for a while. Later, another guard, looking to the east, sputters, "uh guys..." The rest respond with the standard "shuddup and start diggin'" and continue digging. Another mutters "Geeze, it gets cold when the clouds cover the sun." He does not stop digging, not bothering to look up. "No seriously guys...look up!!!!!" the one guard screams. To shut him up they do look up and see.... "A DRAGON!!!!!!!" They run into each other trying to get away and thus all end up on their behinds. The Dragon looks down upon the frenzied guards with an inscrutable look (it is very easy to be inscrutable when you are bigger than a house and have that characteristic reptilian grin). It watched them for a while as they tried to get up and run away (and failed) then opened its maw... [To Be Continued] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the second year of Atlantis ends, the sounds of war boom near all the exit cities. Newbies are struggling to survive among the more established players. HEADLINES FROM AROUND THE CYLINDER: STINCHAR: The SZ is trying to negotiate a surrender after their treacherous attack on the Republic of Rome. MONZON: Pillagers are rampaging in the northeast, and some Resivour Dogs are Barking in the southwestern plains. CREMONA: Pillagers in the northwest are going to be eliminated by the Reaper. Joshua and his band are holding the desert against advancing troops. Several factions are fighting over the jungles to the northeast while thieves are striking the city and the nearby hexes. SPAKKER/YAKLEKS: Several large power blocks are developing. SLEDMERE: The city and towns are being taken over by Satan. KOMARKEN: Mayor Hatred is recovering from the assassins attack brought upon by his attacking everyone in sight. JACA: A newbie faction has just bought 100 troops ($6000) in the city. The deserts to the southeast are held by a war faction called Ethshar of the Sands. They appear to have Shadow Jumped and switched to pure war. NAVENBY: The PCP led by Mayor Hatred threaten to kill all who move there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO o o O PRETTSTERN ! O o o OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO The Times has given me the explanation of the sudden and inexpected change of status of the Free Lancers of Dezhou. And the Jokomicalaughunny Buffoons are pleased to officially recognize the new Kingdom of Prettstern and King Karl I. It's very nice to be able to change names like this. I admit a Duke of Bocholt sounds better than a Captain, and I hope that all the former soldiers will become knights. The Order of the Knights wearing olive drab fatigues - very original. - Acrobatty the Rigolo. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The shadowy figure paused under the jungle canopy to recieve the message from the bandwidth. The canopy provides shielding from many forms of weather, but not during monsoon season. The jungle's vegitation was only a brief distraction for the howling wind and driving rain. The rider opened the message. The city of Navenby was now accessible from Atlantis City. The rider consulted the scouting map. This copy of the map only showed general outlines and major population centers. The alliance did not permit scouts to travel with detailed geographic or troop information. There was Navenby. The scouts travelled well in advance of the main troop movements, but Navenby had been passed long ago. Some residents of Atlantis City were inquiring about the feasibility of relocating to Navenby. "It's too late. Navenby will only bring sorrow." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nuestras fuerzas han sido reducidas, pero aun asi seguiremos estudiando y progresando. Seguiremos adelante... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Trainment still available in Menter... ask for trainment now or it will finish... Soldados Drakull (drakull Soldiers) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anouncing MR AZZOOMS HOUSE OF EXOTIC PLEASURES is now open in ESKERFAN So COME ON DOWN and COME ON IN if you gets my meaning ;) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- WANTED Young high elves in the Eskerfan region. Must be healthy and of a frendly disposition. Good working conditions. Excelent renumeration. Full health insurance. Apply Mr Azzume at Eskerfan. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dirtbag Chronicles - Part X The group of orcs quietly assembled under the light of the three moons of Atlantis. Barely a sound was heard as they slipped furtively through the trees of the great forest. Great things were to happen this night, before Gleep (ed. the orc name for the smallest of the three moons) set. "Skippy t'ink dat Dirtbag have lost it. Dat Dirtbag be spend too too much time sittin' in da stone pile. We vice-presidents needs to do somet'ing 'bout Dirtbag." Skippy glanced furtively over her shoulder, fearing that Dirtbag was listening in. "Yup, Snippy too t'ink dat Dirtbag not be right in head. Bippy tell Sleepy who tell Snippy dat Dirtbag all the time talk to hims self. Bippy tells dat Dirtbag talk to stones and eben to stoopid elfses. Isn't dat right, Bippy ?" The smaller orc nodded enthusiastically from his place in the outer ring of the circle reserved for junior vice-presidents. "Bippy t'ink dat sometimes Gdunbar not talk to Dirtbag. Dat Dirtbag talk to Dirtbag and Dirtbag only t'ink dat he hear da voice of Gdunbar. Dat be what Bippy see and hear wit' Bippy's own squishy bits." Skippy spoke again, "Well, what do we vice-presidents do about Dirtbag ? Do vice-presidents elect new president of Hickory Stick orc tribe ?" Bippy spoke first, "Yes! Yes, vice-presidents pick new president!" The rest of the vice-presidents also took up the cry. A chorus of "New president! New president!" began to echo across the clearing. Slappy, who hadn't yet spoken during the meeting, then presented the obvious question, "Who be da next president ?" This prompted a rising chorus of "Skippy be president!" and "Bippy be president!" as each orc argued for their candidacy. ********** Back at the stone pile, the elves stirred restlessly in their miserable huts. Hearing the sounds of the orcs arguing out in the forest, they feared that they were preparing for another game of stick-elf. Dirtbag, however, was laying on the floor of the holy room of Gdunbar, purple froth running from his fanged mouth. He murmured, "T'ank you, Gdunbar. Dirtbag grovel before Gdunbar might! T'ank you for speak to Dirtbag again. T'ank you for warning." Dirtbag's head then fell to the floor in exhaustion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mr. Bedlam could finally relax. After three years he was finally going to get a vacation. The borders seemed secure, at last. Troops were no longer accidentlystabbing on another in drill. Goods for export were starting to appear. Diplomatic relations seemed more solid than ever. The one last thing that needed attention was Magic. Mr. Bedlam smiled as he packed his bags. The beautiful tundra shoresof lake Sorrisdale called. A little snow screen, Bermuda survival suit, Ice fishing gear, all were hastily stowed for a brief , but luxurious. A quick review of the packed materials, all was ready, now he'd stop by the Mages guild, and then out of town. After 5 minutes of pounding on the door to no avail Archibald staggered around the corner. "Wass all da racket?" slurred Archibold. "Where are all the mages?" asked Mr. Bedlam through gritted teeth. "Saturday night Macig Meetin', 'roun da cowner at da pub." Mr. Bedlam threw away his suit case, and buckled his sword belt back on. Lake Sorrisdale would have to wait. He caught a trooper by the lapels of his spiffy new gray uniform. "Open the kitchens, brew coffee. Black. Strong. Lots." Bedlam growled "Gaaaaa, khggggg, nhssss." The trooper suavley replied. Well suave for having his feet dangling in mid-air and a rather large hand grasped around his throat. He did manage to salute though, and Bedlam dropped him ignomiously in the street. Bedlams furious stares sent people and animals scurrying, the rocks tried to run away, but couldn't. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Nine Billion Names Of ...? --------------------------------- (apologies to the late Dr. Asimov) Part VI: Fugitive Heretic "Henry!" cried the Prelate, not masking his alarm at the sudden appearance of our green-robed protagonist. "Umm, you picked a, a rather _dramatic_ moment to show up..." "...seeing how you were just voting to kill me, yes," said Dr. Henry Krastner, throwing back the hood of his green terrycloth bathrobe and glaring accusingly at the assembled faculty of the Atlantis Metaphysical Research Institute. "Well, um, I guess the vote wasn't final," stammered the Prelate. "Uh. Anybody have any, um, discussion they want to add on the motion before the faculty...?" "How's this for discussion?" asked Henry, tossing a small leather bag onto the table. Some of the younger associate professors flinched, perhaps expecting a bomb, but they forgot their fear when the bag landed with a heavy jingling sound. "There's 50 silver in there," Henry said, "the Institute's share of the royalties from the publication of the first five chapters of the `Nine Billion Names' series. Almost enough for you to buy a new elf to replace that one I borrowed. And there's more to come. My Times correspondent is under instructions to continue forwarding this share of the royalties to you so long as the `Nine Billion Names' series continues. But if I am killed, the funds dry up. Not a position a cash-strapped Institute should put itself in, don't you think?" "Let's vote again!" called one of the associate professors. "I want to vote again. Can we?" This time the vote was unanimously in Henry's favor. "But, Henry, what will you do now?" asked the Prelate. "People everywhere are looking for you. You'll be alone in Atlantis, always on the run, a fugitive heretic!" (Hmm, that would make a nice chapter title,) Henry thought satisfiedly. To the faculty he said, "I don't know yet. I'm still hoping that theologists of good conscience will come to see the truth in what I say. For now, however," he said, waving a scroll tube, "I've got a letter to answer." And with that, he retired to his office, leaving the audience to wonder why this chapter had not ended with a cliffhanger. Next week: Henry Dicates a Letter ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rome's backwaters (Part 2) ________________________________________ Vlad of Moran was angry. Not only did he have to travel many miles to speak with the Legate, but what did he gain? "Excuses, that`s all." There were 135 iron waiting to be bought each turn, in Palmi, and the Legate complained that he did not have enough money to pay. After all, what was 120 silver per sword to a rich war faction? If that was not enough, the Legate then began pleading the same excuse as the reason why he had not picked up those 50 longbows waiting for his cohorts in the forest. Going back to his lumberjacking, he mumbled curses on the Legate`s head. What DID the war factions use all that Tax money for? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ >From the beginning of time, with nameless masses moving across the naked earth; to the present day, with hideous machines of war rumbling like demons; by chariot, and ship and tank and train, I go to fight the struggle of ages. Let the struggle begin! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mazwold landed the cake on Archibold's desk. "Happy Birthday!" he exclaimed. "From all of us - Sixty four today!" "I don't know what to say," said Archibold, flushed. "Say nothing," advised Mazbold, "Just blow out the candles!" Archibold shifted in his chair, leant forward over the cake, and gave a big puff. The candles went out. Then relighted. Archibold waggled a finger. "Very funny," he said. Mazbold grinned. "What else could you expect!" Archibold chuckled. His beard quivered dangerously close to the candles. Suddenly it was ablaze. + + + "It's not too bad," said Healing Hands, attempting to cut away the singed bits from what was left of Archibold's beard. Archibold snorted. "Stop being so grumpy!" said Mazwold. "It's your Birthday!" Then with a broad grin all over his face asked, "Anyone for cake?" --- The Grand Archibold Magic Advisor The Four Who Are One Part Of The Riders Of The Rising Sun ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE MONZON MAGIC SHOP (tm) is sorry to announce: We are no longer taking orders due to the invasion of the Monzon region by the treacherous Reservoir Dogs and their allies the Welcoming Hand. Instead, all of our mages are currently involved in preparing spells and items that will respond appropriately to those who have no respect for members of the Monzon Confederation. As a part of the Monzon Mages Guild, THE MONZON MAGIC SHOP (tm) will act to ensure the safety of the inhabitants of Monzon. Once this matter is cleared up, we will reopen our doors to our customers who have so kindly supported our enterprise these past few months. Barbarian Dogs...Unwelcome Hands...prepare to see what magic can REALLY do. THE MONZON MAGIC SHOP (tm) is a registered trademark of The Monzon Mages Guild. All rights reserved. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ We are watching you, Watchmen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It has been pointed out to Renaissance that we were just a tad paranoid and touchy in our last article in the Times; that, in fact, the abomination being discusses was a completely different faction than our ally. We apologize for the hysterical tone of the article. However, the gist of our complaint still stands. We would request the factions who launched the attack on our trade ally to contact us if they have any interest whatsoever in any solution to the situation other than a big, fat war. we didn't get into this game for warfare; we had all the war we could stand in Atlantis 1.1. Since the attackers have generally ignored email contact, we are attempting a more public request for discussion. It is possible that, with minor concessions on your part, we could draw a line between our alliances and spend our time and energy doing other things. As usual, Renaissance may be contacted at: vjg@cbnea.att.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The large gate that connected the world to the nexus was suddenly sealed shut. There would be no excape for the Princess this time. They could no longer get in, but then again she was trapped herself. What they were not aware of was her magical power. Where there was once one, soon there would be many. Long Live the Rebel Alliance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, it has been a pretty slow start. We've trained a bit, sent out a few scouts, finally started our second mage... Ahh, soon we will move the bulk of our forces out of the city, and take our chances in the real world! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Happy Rufus isn't very happy these days. His own unit has been attacked by thieves, and his closest ally has had three units - ten men - killed by some maniac murderers. - Why aren't people friendly anymore? Rufus sighs. -I'll have to defend myself with some magic, he thinks, and gets a bit happier at the thought of some new spells. He walks back into his study-chamber. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yawning, Jostin stretched as he stepped into the crisp mountain air. He was in charge of the operation now and he enjoyed it. Sure he still had to study every month some arcane field, but still other than the occasional message from Moz, he wasn't bothered by him. What a relief. Things were looking bright, sure there were supply problems, but he had taken steps to rectify the situation and all would be well soon. He was even starting to enjoy the magic study, now that Moz wasn't constantly badgering him. Ahh, things are looking up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ _ The church says welcome to everyone who want to join [ ] us. But please, don't try to mine our land before we [ ] have told you so. ____the____ C H U R C H We also give a small reward for the killing of units __o f__ belonging to our enemies. Contact us if you are E N V Y interested. Our problems should be taken care of now. [ ] [ ] We claim ORREBYGD (7,17) & (8,18) for the needs of [ ] our church. Our lost territory will be regained, and [ ] our enemies will die under our troops' feet. [ ] [_] The Church of ENVY - We want YOUR money. smygelfh@kuai.se ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the bustling markets of Sledmere, a centre filled with the tension common of areas perhaps soon to be hurtled into war, a small stall has been set up next to the many sword merchants. It's sign says merely "NEGORO", and a short wizened oriental man sits silently, watching all that pass. THATS RIGHT! CLAN NEGORO HAS OPENED IT'S DOORS FOR THE SALE OF ITEMS, MANY AND MAGICAL, FOR YOU TO USE TO DEFEND YOURSELVES IN THE UPCOMING CONFLICTS IN THE SLEDMERE REGION. GLOVES OF STRENGTH: These items of power will give you the skill of the bear (+2 combat) and give you the speed of the tiger (5 attacks/round). --PRICE: 250 SILVER-- WAND SOF FIRE: A flash of light, the sound of steel through air, and the fight is over. These allow anyone to harness the power of FireFlash. --PRICE: 250 SILVER-- POTIONS OF HEALING: Healing those who would otherwise be mortally wounded, and giving them the strength to continue the fight. Vital for leaders, and at a price low enough for the soldiers. --PRICE: 50 SILVER-- Many other items of power are no doubt possible, but at this time we humbly appologise we are only capable of offering the above. Currently all but the wands are ready for IMMEDIATE delivery in the city of Sledmere. Wands will be constructed on demand. All orders and expressions of interest to py319232@student.cc.uq.oz.au ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oje asda kara abul de Ibm Hadschi ara Ben Nemsi. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cendre de Sang-Dragon, chevalier fidele a son voeu de protection des faibles, et voulant rendre justice en ce monde cruel, a decider d'ouvrir ces terres de l'Ouest, dans la Toundra de Skottskog, aux refugies fuyant les guerres, permettant ainsi aux pauvres et aux misereux de se mettre sous la protection bienveillante du Tres Saint Ordre Guerrier du Temple. Memoires de Sainte Quete, par Cat Lord, Page de Sir Cendre de Sang-Dragon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time Knowleswright got back to camp, it was already under attack. Other people had arrived saying they had claimed this land. They didn't listen that Knowleswright's party was just passing through. It was a quick and bloody battle. Knowleswright was the head tactician at level 3. He simply knew the right way to position his troops for greatest effectiveness against the tactic 2 leader that lead the strangers. But it was not without losses! Knowleswright lost 3 seasoned troops and one worker that didn't know enough to stay behind the actual combantants. The intruders lost 7 troops and then beat a speedy withdrawal out of sight. They managed to drop 3 more of them as the attackers faded from sight. In spite of the losses, his troops felt pleased with themselves. They had withstood their first major battle and defeated the enemy! The mages they were escorting helped a lot. One of them had a firely spell that blinded the enemy for a while. Good thing his own troops weren't facing the mages when they let loose with their magic. And they captured 4 loose horses and 200 silver was recovered from the losses left behind. Too bad about our own losses, thought Knowleswright, as he saw him men rejocing over their victory. Perhaps he could recruit some locals and train them up as replacements. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey, has anyone else noticed that it looks like the Dominion Alliance (Lord Viper's group) is getting ready to take out Atlantis City? He already has 146 Minions (2215), and the unit seems to be growing constantly. If he teamed up with The Nookers (799), 115 HELs, and a fireflash mage or two, they'd have no trouble at all.... Think about it.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is just a test of the Times readership in the Sledmere area. Would _anyone_ in that region please write me a note? I would appreciate knowing whether I should write anything useful in the future, or whether I am being ignored. Shaykh Ghassan mosherj@minerva.cis.yale.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lots of shouting and merrymaking, fireworks everywhere...there seemeed to be a hell of a party in Ellesmere. Per'Ubu wished he could join the fun but he had to stay in and wait for his idea to take form. The old man was confident it would evolve into something interesting eventually, if he took good care of it, and then he would call it Aglae...For now, though, it was still pretty much egg-shaped; but soon...yes, soon... Per'Ubu was snatched from his reverie as Mer'Alia entered. She did not frown, as she usually would when seeing the old man akwardly installed on top of an egg, what she had to say was important. "There's fighting everywhere, the town is falling to Southern Empire...", she announced carefully. "Oh ! Is it ? I thought it..." "...was a party ! Yes, of course, you would !", she finished understandingly, "But, actually, it's more like a mess. You ought to pack ;you see, we'll have to move tomorrow...", she carried on even more carefully. Per'Ubu looked blank for a while, collecting thoughts. "Certainly not.",he replied firmly,"My current position forbids me to go anywhere." "Ubu, dear, don't be impossible !",she pleaded," We should go ! There must be a way for you to move and take care of that...egg". She thought it over as Per'Ubu was explaining, mainly for himself, he had to wait for Aglae and there was no other way. "Who ?...Hum...How about holding it dearly in your hands ?", she hoped she had worked it out right," That would look very mystical too..." She cought a glimmer of interest in the old man eyes. "Good.", she thought. "Should I try then ?", he asked as he was getting up. "By all means, do !", she gestured for him to take a few paces in style, "Superb ! Of all the people I've seen holding eggs, you're certainly the most mystical looking !" "Oh, really ! I suppose that could do then...", flattery had finished the job. She left him to practice his new walk, quite happy with herself. Later only did she remember that Rachel, Denbigh's fourth daughter, was due to visit and then she was rather unhappy at those people that had caused such a mess, when she had put so much work into careful planning... TeO...opt93ph@soton.ac.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Swords! Swords! I hate Swords! We have a Sword Surplus! Horses! Horses! I need Horses! I will trade Swords for Horses! -The Snow Leopard Clan (anthonyc@cet.co.jp) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye. The Greater Principality of Corwen hereby declares the faction House Marcus to be unlawful intruders into our fair lands. They shall be hunted down and slain like the worthless curs they really are. They refuse all peaceful attempts at conflict resolution and scorn our claims to land we have occupied for nearly a year now. The House Marcus will soon learn that our peaceful nature is not to be taken as a sign of weakness. The local militia will sweep House Marcus from the continent as so many grains of sand, driving them back across the waters from which they came. We, the people of Corwen do hearby declare WAR on the House Marcus. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a simple message to everyone in the Kashmar area. I have a powerful mage, with almost ALL the first level spells (and almost all the two foundation spells) so if anyone is willing to make use of my services, I will see how I can oblige. I can create any gadget for you, for a price, and I can also sell spells to any worthy mages practising in the City. I am about to embark on a pilgramage to 2,17 in the near future to combine with fellow magicians on a study quest. You will have to make use of my services before then. You can contact me on cs0u308d@liverpool.ac.uk but don't mail the players list as I am not on it! That's it Tony Sheldon ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ershwin yawned. "Has the Legate's men left yet?" he asked an elven messenger. "Go and have a look will you? And if not, just order their execution - they knew the terms - that action needs no sanction from myself." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *******NEWBIE HELP AIDS*********** Due to a sudden dearth of Newbie's, I will shortly discontinue this service of getting-started hints. So please order now if you're in need. Over the past couple months I have sent this packet out to 50 newbies, many of whom said the hints were very useful in getting started. Part of the packet is an edited list of questions and answers that have appeared on the players list over the past months, which may also be interesting to more advanced players. Send requests to RPeters@defenders.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LOOK WHO'S BACK... ...*CRIMEWATCH* !!! Special CrimeWatch Award to Ms Rose Black for keeping our useless memory alive in her journal ! Yet Truth is a subjective affair...and we deal in propaganda (but without malintent !). Maybe before that lie apparent is a truth transparent... Good Morning to Mr Denbigh.(Our sticker must have fallen from the sign in your frontyard. No worries, we'll send a new one !) Congratulations (as usual) to Atlantis-City Police Department for setting such high standards of uselessness and anonymity ! Those guys are too good, we can't keep up ! Anyway...Keep those observers training and have fun thieves spotting ! (Or is that useless too ?!?). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mort had to admit he was interested in the job Death offered him. He would have thought he was "intrigued", but he had never heard the word before. According to Terry Pratchett it went something like this. The word intrigured was not in use in the family vocabularu. But a spark in his soul told him that here was something weird and fascinating and not entirely horrible, and that if he let this moment go he'd spend the rest of his life regretting it. And he remember the humiliations of the day, and the long walk back home. . . "Er," he bagan, "I don't have to die to get the job, do I?" BEING DEAD IS NOT COMPULSORY. "And . . . the bones . . .?" Death did have that look. NOT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO. With a final agreement from Mort's Father. "Where did you say your business was? Is it far?" NO FURTHER THAN THE THICKNESS OF A SHADOW, said Death. WHERE THE FIRST PRIMAL CELL WAS, THERE WAS I ALSO. WHERE MAN IS, THERE AM I. WHEN THE LAST LIFE CRAWLS UNDER FREEZING STARS, THERE WILL I BE. "Ah," said the father, "you get around a bit, then." And, with puzzlement still on his face, his father apprenticed Mort to Death. He seemed to feel he was missing out on part of the conversation. Death put his arm around Mort's shoulders. Then Death took Mort with him. Be ye so good, Be ye too bad, Reaper still comes, Don't ye be sad. RIP -- The UNDERTAKER -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Helvete is still mine! I want noone there to 1) tax 2) work 3) entertain 4) sell items 5) buy men Got it? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the new maker of the CCC map I wish to say the following: The CCC map will be sent to you in 2 versions.One will have the full CCC map and the other will have the new places only. This is to help people that use mapping utilities as they won't have to search the whole map for new areas to add. Anyone that sends reports for the CCC will receive this map and next turn's and maybe more. I can't add the Platinum Map as it will be too big to send.Anyone that is interested in that map may subscribe to it. For any questions hints for the map or the game you can mail me at aggelos@ergasya.tuc.gr From what I have seen some players have not included Lairs or Shafts at their areas please include them too ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sdyka a la trouille du mal de mer. Un mois de mer sur un petit bateau ou on ne peut tenir qu'a dix en se serrant au maximum... L'horreur est au rendez-vous ! Le barbare orphelin, lui, a la trouille des vacances de son papa favori. Il n'est pas tres rassurant de retrouver dans les mains de bouffons - et ce sont eux-memes qui se denomment ainsi, ce n'est meme pas une calomnie. Les temps sont durs a Atlantis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Let it be know that faction 421, Quality Trading is pledging its full support to the Monzon Confederacy's stance against the Welcoming Hand and the Reservoir Dogs, great film pity about the faction:-) (421) Rachel L Hutton ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Anyone else feel like a holiday in the swamps of Navenby? You too can be a loser! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As many of you may have heard, there are a couple of maurading factions in the Sledmere area. Over the past two turns, I have been attacked (and supsequently decimated) by two of these factions. Below are the troops that did the attacking. Please note with the first the tactics level 3. Please note with the second the 49 MAGIC SWORDS and 49 BARBARIANS!! That one will be a toughy!!! Just thought that I should let you good Atlantis citizens know. --Karthan, the Dead Attackers: Perimeter Guard (1864), viking, combat 2. Unit (1814), leader, horse, sword, combat 1. Casper (3238), leader, horse, combat 1; The friendly ghost. Shock Troops (942), 10 vikings, 2 swords, combat 3. Shock Troops (943), 20 vikings, 2 horses, combat 3. Sergeant (944), leader, combat 3. Lieutenant (946), leader, tactics 3, combat 1. Unit (3248), leader. The IRS (2327), 10 high elves, combat 2. Unit (1594), 10 high elves, combat 2. Unit (2925), 10 vikings, combat 1. Unit (2935), 10 vikings, combat 1. Corporal (3012), leader, combat 1. Perimeter Guard (601), viking, combat 2. Attackers: Watusi 1 (2108), 7 tribesmen, combat 2. Unit (4901), 5 tribesmen, combat 1. Doriel (1148), high elf, combat 3. Fighters 3 (2010), 23 orcs, 23 swords, combat 3. Fighter 6 (3076), 14 barbarians, combat 2. Unit (3156), horse, viking, combat 1. Unit (3495), leader. Unit (4679), 2 leaders. Aquael (1628), leader, combat 2. Fighters 4 (2011), 49 magic swords, 49 barbarians, horse, sword, 26 chain armor, combat 3. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The cruel wind howled round Sorrisdale. The guards huddled close to the watch fires, ruining their night vision and looking the wrong way at the same time. From all around, the sounds of industry could occaisionally be heard above the gale. 24 hours a day the artisans now toiled. Swords, armour, boats, bows, carts, forts and horses were being produced non-stop. Osram was exhausted. The effort in keeping all this production running smothly was taxing his stamina. "It's no good", he thought, " the guards will have to go. Now where is Ershwin...?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "War is inevitable. For as the Lion Cub learns to hunt, so the lion may grow to head the Pride." The flyer held in hand, a lone figure stood outlined in that narrow alley. His fist clenched the paper, tearing the parchment asunder. His eyes flared momentarily, green flame betraying his Infernal heritage. "Ah.. Ma, you fool. No mortal can stand against me. You have come here, to hide amongst foreigners. Your body shall rest in their hills, but your spirit... it shall be mine. You and all your 'followers'." The figure ceased his monologue, aware that a drunkard peered down the alley upon his Form. Annoyed, the figure stepped further into the confines of the alley. Gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gong made his way from the Town Hall, buckets in each hand. He strained under the weight, his expression to the amusement of passers by. To think, his old Master considered such an activity 'training'! His approach to the Household took Gong past the markets. He noticed with some amusement a Student haggling with a local over a tie of fish. The student took time out from the heated discussion to bow to him. Gong began to motion back, but perhaps he should have considered the buckets... A few hours later, Gong finally arrived back at the Household. Dusk was upon the town, with the sky's threat to unleash its elemental fury almost to hand. Su was in the garden, playing Go with a student. As usual, Su was lecturing, showing the student the error of his last move. Never play Go with Su. Not if you want to actually play a game unhindered. Mai was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He smiled as he saw Gong approach, then returned to his chicken. It had to be better than the fish. Gong left the buckets in place and made way to the Masters chambers. Finally, time to attend to business more glorious to the Celestial concern. The Great Ma sat in the centre of the room, his writing table before him. Gong coughed politely. "Ho.. Sifu Ma, may I enter?" Ma stood, ruffling his robes and turning to face him. "Of course, Gong. Whilst you attended to the menials, I have begun an address the Problem. I have counselled to a Solution." Ma's face regarded Gong with a disease. What could this be, Gong considered. What was on the Master's mind. What was his body saying? Movement in the shadows. Figures emerged from the anteroom. A smile from the Great Ma. His voice in address to the newcomers. "All is ready, friends?" Gong watched Ma. There was an anticipatory air to his features. "Yes, Ma. We have decided to capitalise on events. Are you with us?" A figure spoke up, his features obscured by both the light and clothing. His voice identified him, a man of education and motivation His features sharpened as he spoke. Ma turned to Gong, nodding to affirm his own questioning features. "Yes, there is no alternative". "Then, as we agreed?" A second voice, differing in pitch, but a local all the same. Ma's counternance displayed to Gong a wry smile. "As we agreed." Gong stiffened. The Plan had begun. Words become Action. Actions become Deeds. Deeds become Legend. Things would Be. Gong turned, both fear, honour, faith and relief in his heart. The time of Heroes had begun. Off to the Kitchen. The guests would require a meal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gracias a todos los que me han apoyado ante el ultimo ataque que recibi. La proxima semana decidire mi futuro y mis posibles aliados. Nada mas de momento. | _, | Jason y sus Argonautas >?B | (464) `H H H H --: \\-O-Q-@-Q-O-Q-@-Q-O-Q-@-Q-O-Q-@-/| `\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ / D ~~~~~~~~~~\~~~\~~~\~~~\~~~\~~~\~~~\ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wagons for sale in Anstruther for just $50 !!! Hurry and make orders now, as this offer end in February. We also stock swords for $130 each. Contact - Elric de Melnibone, of the House Melnibone. Steve Dillon email: m.l.wilson@ncl.ac.uk Atlantis site: http://www.ncl.ac.uk/~n264946/new/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ GOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOOORNIIING SOUTH SPAKKER Time for grandfather's stories is past. Terrible days arrive in the south of Spakker. I decide to attack THE DOMINION. foolish decision but foolhardy. Why ? My first motivation comes from the agressive attitude of THE DOMINION.The default attitude of THE DOMINION is Unfriendly. I was in the south region since Spakker appeared. So THE DOMINION wasn't first ones in this region. My primary intention wasn't war. I'm not a "south's miscreant". I just want to explore the SOUTH. But THE DOMINION pushs me to react by war. THE DOMINION blocks the city of SPAKKER and communicates wrong information about the SOUTH (more info will come later). JIHAD JIHAD JIHAD againts THE DOMINION. THIS a call for WAR. I Want You You, who are complaining that THE DOMINION have blocked SPAKKER exits, You, who are complaining that THE DOMINION have blocked ORANMORE exits, You, who are reduced to bands of worker, You, who will start ADVANCING soon, Don't be coward Let's stop crying. GO ON ! Don't wait THE DOMINION become stronger. GO ON ! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE Mr Tagomi from THE SOUTH of Spakker ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TTTTTTTTTTT H H EEEEEEE T H H E T HHHHHH EEEE T H H E T H H EEEEEEE N N EEEEEE W W SSSSS W W RRRRRR I TTTTTTT EEEEEE RRRRRR NN N E W W W S W W W R R I T E R R N N N EEEE W W W W SSSSS W W W W RRRRRR I T EEEE RRRRRR N NN E WW WW S WW WW R R I T E R R N N EEEEEE W W SSSSS W W R R I T EEEEEE R R FFFFF RRRRRR OOOOOO M M H H EEEEEE L L F R R O O MM MM H H E L L FF RRRRRR O O M M M M HHHHHH EEEE L L F R R O O M M M H H E L L F R R OOOOOO M M M H H EEEEEE LLLLLL LLLLLL Writes again this week. Spakker could hardly be called hell anymore, the war is over yay. But the dominion stakes claim to the south and make it hard to get in. And the evil confederation claim the north. What happened to the poor surwegians you ask. They are planning to strike back so their leader said. They are gaining allies that hate the evil confediration aswell. They are building an army to tkae out the confediration. Yes you heard it first form the news writer from hell. Come to spakker if you like, but dont expect to go anywhere without a fight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The mist slowly faded as the sun begin to rise over the horizon. Gradually Myth was able to make out the distant forms of the opposing army breaking camp and preparing for the battle that would soon commence. Off to his left he could see the Legate in his full battle dress, preparing to rally his troops. To the right could be seen the banner of the House of Sicman, the mage Xenos by his side. The banners of other of his allies in the war could be seen as well: The Strangre, Cthonian Order and several others. A battle cry sounded and the host of armies moved forward, surging toward the armies of the Sluceni Zare. As swords clashed Myth kept himself near the back lines, staying out of the line of battle, waiting for the oportune moment. Already other of the mages had began their enchantments and bursts of light flared up around the battlefield. Myth concentrated a moment, and then seemingly to those around him he began to grow in size, changing quickly from his thin 6' 4" to a full 17' in height. The allied foot soldiers nearby stared for a moment in awe and wonderment, but the effect on the enemy was much more profound, and many shrank back in terror as Myth pushed his way forward. With renewed vigor, his allies in that quarter attacked, and many of the enemy were decimated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Herald walked up to the Sledmere market place and hollered: Good citizens of Sledmere! The Guild has opened its college for all who want to learn a few extra skills. The Guild can offer tuition in skills like Herb Lore, Hunting, Longbow, Combat, Weaponsmith, Entertainment, Healing , Observation and the foundations Construct and Body. Low prices! The Guild can be reached by sending a pigeon to andre@targon.uucp or adalen.via@sni.de ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He affixed the black arm band to his arm. This was a time of mourning. Despite there recent victory, he failed to share in the reverlry... besides, it is one thing to be victorious; and another to stay victorious. Yes, this was a time for mourning. And, with mourning comes anger, and with anger comes... revenge. And with revenge, comes... well, he would just have to see what comes with revenge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cremona "Crusaders" You have been found guilty of being arrogent and of being comfortable. The latter is your worst crime. You have yet to fight a major battle, yet you lay claim to all that lies around the great city of Cremona. You think that noone can challange you and have become comfortable. You taunt people that they should take tactics lessons yet you only have skill level 2 in that area. You could not recognise a recon attack for what it was and took great pride in having beaten a small force. From that attack, we knew all there was to know of you. Take note. It is time you took a lesson. Your sentence then is to have that battle. As you read this the results of it will be known to you. Youre army will have been smashed, and your leaders killed. Youre general shall lie at my feet, and this is assured as you are arrogant enough to have him in the front rank. The reaper shall be reaped. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ********************************************************* STILL CROSSBOWS FOR SALE IN South-SLEDMERE Area We STILL have wonderful crossbows for sale in the forest of Corinth, south of Ellesmere. Made of the strongest wood of the region, by the magic hands of our best weaponsmiths, with all the knowledge of the high elves cities, these crossbows are the best weapons you can find around Sledmere. ATTRACTIVE PRICES, and gifts for large commands ! Please contact me (bouanna@eurolang.fr), if you're interested (and I'm sure you are ;). Grendel, Bard of Gondor. ********************************************************* ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PAGES FROM THE TEUTONIC ANNALS ---------------------------- ... and so it came to pass that the Knights set up shop in Atlantis City. Here is what they sold and the asking prices: Wand of Fire: $750 or 5 High Elves. A small stick with dazzling potential capable of releasing three Fireflash spells and usable by even the dummest Orc. Gloves of Strength: $1500 or 15 High Elves. Put these gloves on and whatch them hands moving FAST. Allows the bearer to attack FIVE times per round with a +2 bonus to Combat Skill. Helm of Observation: $1000 or 10 High Elves. Allows even the blindest bat to see with eaglesight! The bearer has his Observation Skill increased by +2. Anyone interested in the Knights' goods had to contact them at: guttorm@kom.auc.dk The Knights were also researching new Gadgets whenever possible and were soon to learn the secrets of Potions of Healing and Create Portal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Times are tough in Yakleks. The X consortium seems to own the area to the North-East, and they aren't sharing. Should've pillaged & moved on... Oh well... Mike Inman NIMS@CRIS.COM ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Announcement: The Abernethy University is opening it's doors. Both students and teachers are wanted. Please contact oyvind@merak.com if you want to teach or be taught. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, yes. The fort is starting to look like something now. The minor drawback about trying to use wood instead of stone had been overcome. They have quarried 8 stone and transported them to the forts location. Builders were being trained to set in place the proper materials for their dwelling. Meanwhile, they have rounded up 20 horses and made 4 wagons from the 32 wood them felled from the numerous trees nearby. The scouts have found an deposit of iron and miners are being dispached to start mining. Soon they would need a few weaponsmiths to produce some swords for the troops. Plans were agreed upon to have a dozen archers behind the walls of the fort. Some of the wood would have to be diverted into a dozen bows shortly. Already they have shipped enough wood to town to bring back 600 silver pieces. They had enough money for payday and enough to start expanding their production base. Their healer wanted to get some herb gathers to be formed. He needed to have herbs available for all the healers he had trained in case of battle. Besides, he pointed out, each excess herb can bring back another 36 silver from town, and they don't weigh anything. It is great to have a place to expand in. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DOMINION NEWS After small clashes between the Knights who say Ni, and West Army Group of the House of Nightsword over a little misunderstanding in the Swamps south of Yaklers we can confirm that peace has been declared by both parties, who are now the best of friends and Allies Beware a Grey Giant has been seen in the swamps of Fetlar, so be careful out there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is with enormous regret but with a heart full of happiness at the success of our students that the Greenpoint faction announces the closing of all our teaching facilities. (Rumors that this is due to asbestos, leaking boilers, toxic chemicals in the schoolyard aquifer and so on are completely untrue. And when I say they are completely untrue, I mean that these conditions do exist, but we are not closing because of them.) The Greenpoint faction strongly recommends that those who wish to train in tactics, combat, longbow, and observation contact the Church of the Purple Snowflake (72) at: landt@acf4.NYU.EDU Those seeking spells might want to try the free spell giveaway being sponsored by: mfuller@gps.northrop.com Thanks once again to all of you who did so much to make our teaching experience a joy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Good Faction Report, Monzon region: Clan Kikriki, faction 573, wishes to announce that it has enjoyed successful trade relations with the following factions, who have kept their word and rendered services or payment as promised: The Mauve Marauders (59), Anders.Hallberg@eua.ericsson.se MIBS (62), Damian.Penney@newcastle.ac.uk Circle of the Blue Mages (66), krumm@informatik.tu-muenchen.de The Welcoming Hand (192), tim.hruby@his.com Hermetic Order (215), jepether@flash.lakeheadu.ca Lance Lunchnick and the Litigarors (277), leete@slack.med.upenn.edu Watchers of The Mournful Mound (283), stuart_miller@qmrelay.mail.cornell.edu The Council of the Ancients (290), mlyon@interramp.com As a public service, I will include other's reports of trustworthiness and untrustworthiness in the Monzon region if you mail a report to me at <bk411@freenet.buffalo.edu>. I'll define the Monzon region to extend as far as Abernethy, but probably not Kashmar. A report should include your email address and faction number, and the trading partner's faction number (and email address if you have it on hand). No anonymous reports will be included; if you are going to claim someone has been honest or dishonest, you should be prepared to back it up. Nobody seems willing to declare others (and by implication, themselves) as factions with a reputation for fair trade practices. Interesting, considering the trade-paradise image the Monzon Tourism Council has been promoting. I'll give this experiment a few more turns, and then quit if there is still no interest in the service. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I have learned about a shadow spell that allows one to jump through the shadow to another land." explains Wednesday. "Can we go anywhere we want to with it?" asks Dapine. "That is a slight drawback," confesses Wednesday. "You end up in a random location. You can't take anyone with you either." "That is not as good as we had hoped for. What else did you find out?" "There seems to be a spell to make portals for ourselves." "We should work on this spell," exclaims Elvira. "A portal is bound to open up on locations we desire." "I suppose it requires higher skill levels in other foundations." They get together to plan their courses of study to provide them with portals. In the meanwhile they decide to sell off a few of the wands of fire they have been creating. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dorothy stares as squads of troops march down the street in Cremora singing: "We are The Cremona Crusaders, Cremona Crusaders, Cremona Crusaders, and in the name of The Cremona Crusaders, we wish to welcome you to CRE-MOR-AAAA" As she turns away from the crowded street, she says to here friends, "Definitely not Kansas...." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Greetings fellow Alantians! The Atlantian Library Service is closed during summer holiday, but we will open up again in a few months time to give you more book reviews. Jonan the Librerian ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shit. I lost most of my men because of that battle... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tridon looked out over the mountain valley, straining to see the details of the bandit camp. He had been tracking their movements for months, and had come across more than one village destroyed to satisfy their greed. They were the scourge of the Tromeforth, and Tridon was about to put an end to their rampage. Looking to the west, Tridon saw the troop of orcish mercenaries he had hired for the attack. He knew his own men were ready, and it would only be minutes before his forces hurled themselves into the bandits. The trap was set and soon would be sprung. "Are you ready sir?" The men were getting anxious, ready for combat and maybe death. "Yes, let's start moving. The orcs should be ready soon. Remember, these scum get no quarter. I want everyone in that camp dead." Tridon mounted, and began the attack. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Why would a trade faction want to tie themselves to a war faction at all? What is the purpose of that? So what if the tax money in the hex go untaxed? As long as the lands produce materials, the trade factions will be able to make more silver that any war faction. No, I shall claim my own lands and the war craptions can just sit in their fields and practice slitting their own comrades throats. Perhaps, if I feel kind, and I get most of it, I will allow some war troops in my lands to collect taxes. I shall not let them have any swords like my troops have. Nor shall they get any horses. Nor shall them get any armor. These items are produced for me for my own troops that guard the lands. They don't need any stinking taxes. They have produce going to marked to bring their silver home. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The desert southeast of Jaca is claimed by Ethshar of the Sands. Unless you have a GOOD REASON(TM) to enter, Stay Away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have heard that the sneaky scum Loki has jumped again. No mind, I will go to all the places he has been and wipe out any residual forces he left behind. Soon he will be so low on funds that a shadow jump will avail him no new location to expand in. His funds will cease entirely when I catch up to the lowlife Loki that stiffed me in an honorable deal. He will bear the brunt of the Avengers as I catch up with him again and again. For you see, I know your faction number. I know the faction numbers of those you once allied with. I shall find out the faction numbers of any that might ally with you. I have a lead as to how to get to where you first jumped. I on my way--as soon as I build a few ships and train some troops. I have allies that want to explore and they don't mind as to where they go to establish empires of their own. Yes, I shall lead them to where your troops are. I am the Avengers and I have a mission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And the lord said unto Joshua, send out thine scouts, that thou mightest find and end to the swamps and jungles around Cremona. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Old Tromeforth Swamps, The Tromeforth Swamps is a large area, 3 or 4 days north of Yakleks. This swamp is so huge that nobody wants to go throuth, scaring to be unable to get out. A large number of adventurers have died in this wet area... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *******NOTICE******* I will be selling the most mighty of weapons "gloves of strength" in AC this turn for the low price of 1500 silver obo so if you are a war faction who wants to beef up your claim or a newbie who wants to force his way out of a gate city these are yours for the asking contact bvsnbthd@tcs.tulane.edu billy ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a message from the Atlantean Police Department: WANTED FOR POSSIBLE CRIMES & THIEVERY : This warning is especially for the new players and the inhabitants of the city of Spakker (80,53), Cremona (15,31), Jaca (44,29), Oranmore (79,59), and Navenby (32,18), as now that these possible thieves and assassins are no more safely hidden, they could emigrate to these peaceful cities. The people following are considered to be potential thieves and assassins by the Atlantis City Police forces, as they have reach a high level in Stealth: - Venom's Students (543), 3 leaders, 3 horses; Getting Nastier. - Kainmanar Teriz the Trader (986), leader; black robed man eyeing everyone suspiciously. - Diplomat (1759), high elf; TDM. - Lord of Rheadon (2938), leader, horse; Tough looking elf with a well-chewed cigar stub in mouth. - Viscount Scirrhus (605), leader. - Under Influence (2932), leader. - Majoi (3281), 2 leaders. The people following were considered to be potential thieves and assassins by the Atlantis City Police forces, but since the last month, they are no more reported in Atlantis City, whether they have gone, or they became too stealthy for the Police: - Unit (530), leader. - The Falcon Shadow (4677), leader, horse. - Rambo Smurf (4610), leader; Doing the DOMINION's Dirty Work.. ANYONE HIDING HAS SOMETHING ILLEGAL TO DO ! Just reveal your unit and faction, and you will no more be hiding, and will no more be on our list. --------------------------------------------------- The Police will stay anonymous because this is a dangerous job, subject to assassination. The Police apologize for the constant repetition, but not more than the CCC does. See the ancient Times if you think some-one in your hex could be a thief. After a harsh debate with the population of Atlantis City, we recognize a right of privacy to our fellow citizens, and that anyone with Stealth 1 won't and can't harm much people, so they are no more reported. But remember: Stealth 1 is the way to Stealth 2, where the real bad guys are. --------------------------------------------------- WE ARE A BUREAUCRACY, WE CAN'T PROTECT, WE CAN'T SERVE, BUT WE CAN INFORM. HAPPY NEW YEAR ! The Atlantean Police Dpt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, it has been one solid month of traveling at sea, and to be very honest, it is very boring!!!! You can only look at the water for sooo long. It is not like the land where you can at least leave the city, forest... to try something different. Nooo, you are stuck in this tiny ship forever. Well, I am just about ready to turn around and head back to the land. Wait!!!! What is that on the horizon?! Could it be new land? Oh glorious day, it is!!!! Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Well ladies and gents, I better stop writing and help the lads with the rigging to get to that land. Relieved Sailor ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------- The Cooperative ---------------------- The current membership of the alliance consists of: Faction 627: the Atlantis Guild Cooperative Faction 572: the Greenpoint faction Faction 72: the Church of the Purple Snowflake We are in the process of building a WorldWideWeb home page to publicize our activities. The address will be: http://www.nyu.edu/pages/advocacy/officers/beads/atlantis/ Any other factions interested in joining our honorable and noble alliance, please contact us. Tell us your faction number, and let's discuss Atlantis! Address correspondence to kalmar@acf2.nyu.edu ----------------------- The Cooperative ---------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To: The Atlantean "Police" Force. All the time you are printing lists of people. People who have stealth. People who you say are up to no good. What am I meant to do with this list? Presumably I'm meant to keep an eye out for these people who are up to no good, and make sure they don't get me! Well, all these units have stealth, right? That's why they're up to no good. If I've got as much observation as they've got stealth, they're harmless to me, they may as well not have stealth at all. And if I haven't got as much observation as they've got stealth, I can't see them, can I? So how do I keep an eye out for them? What good does it do to know who they might be? In fact, you don't print these lists to help anybody, do you? You just print them to get on everyone's nerves. ~Cookie(628). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Women of Scotland is now offering teaching in various skill areas in the cities of Spakker and Yakleks. Spakker: Weaponsmith (up to level 2) 5 sil Observation (up to level 2) 10 sil Yakleks: Armorer (up to level 2) 5 sil Weaponsmith (up to level 2) 5 sil Lumberjack (up to level 2) 5 sil contact: beano@glob.com Women of Scotland trade faction operating in the Spakker/Yakleks region ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Still selling a magic Wand of fire... interested on it?? just e-mail me to alf@odin.etsiig.uniovi.es (initial bet: 600 sil) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Businessmen E-Mail Pages If you would like to have your company in the E-Mail Pages, then send them to me at or if you have changed your add :send to ae485@freenet.toronto.on.ca The Price: A report of your current city that you are in. Delivery people Name Price Address Location MONZON MOVERS n/a pdxark@evol.nott.ac.uk Kashmar and Monzon? ITEMS FOR SALE NAME Price Address Location Chain Mail $200 M.L.Wilson@newcastle.ac.uk anstruther crossbows $100 atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk iron $60 aggelos@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 herbs $70 aggelos@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 Helms arcane $1000 mlyon@interramp.com healing $100 mlyon@interramp.com longbows $100 atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk 8,11 PLTs 450 Andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 2,19 swords $150 M.L.Wilson@newcastle.ac.uk anstruther 100 Andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 wagons $ 50 M.L.Wilson@newcastle.ac.uk 9,9 enchanted $250 mlyon@interramp.com Reports Name Price Infomation Location Spy Reports 30 u3jph@csc.liv.ac.uk Atlantis Spell Reports 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk Protection Theif 30 u3jph@csc.liv.ac.uk Transportation Name Price Location Boats n/a vlatimer@hilbert.maths.utas.edu.au (27,2) Teachers (based on groups of 5) ----------------------------------------------------------------- Skill Price Address Location Armorer n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 25 beano@glob.glob.com 76,24 Building n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 25 beano@glob.glob.com 76,24 combat 50 mlyon@interramp.com Monzon 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 Construct n/a s9407314@yallara.cs.rmit.edu.au 47,53 375 jepether@flash.lakeheadu.ca Na, Energy 125 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 Entertainment. n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 Herb 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 Horse Riding n/a u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,53 Horse Training n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 n/a u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 n/a atlantis@forsyth.demon.co.uk 8,11 Longbow 50 landt@acf4.nyu.edu 0,0 Lore n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 Lumberjack 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 25 beano@glob.glob.com 76,24 Nature 125 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 n/a s9407314@yallara.cs.rmit.edu.au 47,53 Observation 150 mlyon@interramp.com Monzon 100 Landt@acf4.nyu.edu 0,0 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,53 75 savoier@umoncton.ca 0,0 75 savoier@umoncton.ca 76,24 Riding 50 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 Tactics 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 375 landt@acf4.nyu.edu 0,0 500 Mlyon@interramp.com 0,0 300 landt@acf4.nyu.edu 0,0 Stealth 125 u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk 3,17 50 u0904872@soneto.etsiig.uniovi.es 47,54 Weaponsmith, n/a andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr 3,17 25 25 beano@glob.glob.com 76,24 *Most prices based on five students ------------------------------------------------------------------------ They were sitting there, peacefully carving the arrow shafts, when suddenly Surtur and his warriors fell upon them. Since only a few of the sentries had rudimentary military training, the combat was short and bloody. Soon there was only attackers left. The word spread quickly to the DOMINION headquarters and the DOMINION warlords started to make plans for revenge. Surtur and his bastard brother, BEWARE THE DOMINION WRATH!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Harold couldn't believe his eyes. He and his fellow soldiers attacked the guard, but their Allies just watched. They just watched as the guard rallied from their surprise and proceeded to slaughter Harold's fellows. It was terrible. Finally, the remnants fled, Harold along with them. With blood oozing from his wounds, Harold wondered why they were alone... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Come out to the battle front with us. We will wipe out those dirty dogs that pillaged the lands. There will be no quarter for them at all. You want to join us don't you? Look around in the area you are in. Are there some pillagers? Do some others want to wipe them out? Yes, you know whom to join. Get rid of the pillager scurge. Wipe them out from the face of Atlantis. We need tolerate those kind not at all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Fairy Tale At the beginning there was light. And one saw that light was good. But something was missing. So man came. Now, there was light and man. That was better, but still something was missing. So more man came. But man wasn't man anymore. NO! There was man and woman Now there was light, man and woman. That was good. And then there was the Sledmere Forest And that all by itself was good already. But there were also Campgrounds, and that was better. But the Camgrounds stated that "..it was not allowed for people of different sex, e.g. man and woman, to camp in one tent, unless they were married for that purpose.." And that was bad. BUT HEY, man and woman WERE married for that purpose, so they camped in one tent in that Sledmere Forest Campground. And that was wonderful... This was just some years ago. Today the campgrounds are devastated, soldiers running around, blood on the streets. WHEN WILL BE PEACE AGAIN ? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------ Monzon Mages Guild ------------------ Get in touch with the Monzon Mages Guild if... ... you want to practice magic in Monzon ... you need teaching in foundation skills ... you want to offer your magic services ... you want to buy magical services ... you want to know more about the guild [BTW, the Guild is based in the Monzon area, we can't help people around 236 / 63 yet!!!] Contact krumm@informatik.tu-muenchen.de ------------------------------------------------------------------------ We of the Order of the Blue Mages show our anger about the unprovoked invasion of the evil forces of the Reservoir Dogs (43) in our beloved lands and attacking our ally Azthar (a trade faction!!!). This "very heroic" move will be revenged... Valderesse Sorceress of the Circle of the Blue Mages [66] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LONGBOAT WANTED This is a message to anyone who can supply and deliver a boat in the Cremona area. Delivery is required within 2 turns. If you have a longboat or can deliver one within this deadline please get in touch. Faction 664 - The Institute of New Science Email - stigs_dump@cityscape.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mithril! Finally, 8 turns of scouting pay some dividends. My mining leaders were starting to lose heart after searching for so long. But the stakes were too high to just quit. Now the only problem is, how do you quickly move your experienced miners to the hex in the dead of winter? Any ideas? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is only one source for spells in Atlantis City - THE SPELL EXCHANGE CENTER formed to eliminate RESEARCH cost and pocket picking trainers pushing unworldly prices. Our spell offerings are FREE. Yes FREE. You are not misreading. Its simple. With over 15 Factions participating, many of our members donated spells to a central library. Each member may check out as many spells as he needs free of charge. To get your admission card, please contact the Exchange Coordinator at: mfuller@gps.northrop.com This turn predicted results: Spells given away: 22 New spells acquired: 1 Hurry, registration will close soon for new members. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Has anyone else noticed the tendency of some idiotic factions to claim a hex, and then attack everyone, even if they're passing through? You'd think that they were determined to make as many enemies as possible. Well, if they want to die, that's a good strategy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And we look back into the future and see that the end of the world is indeed upon us. Armageddon is here... maybe we should pray to that Turkey Religeon... It counln't hurt ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saga of Clan Stoneheart Continued Beldar sat down again in his customary seat. Already the crowd had gathered to here him speak. He drew in breath to speak when he felt a slight tugging at his belt pouch. Turning quickly, he saw a young thief running off into the crowd, his belt pouch cluched in his hand. Beldar began to laugh quietly. Imagine the thiefs suprise when he discovered that the pouch contained nothing more than cobwebs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CEO BoB (tm) was a (mostly) happy man. Design of the Slice-in-2, the new weapon he was developing jointly with Morodor-Burundil Inc. was going fairly well. He'd pulled most of the elves off of the Sword 2.0 project, and he hardly ever beat the remaining few workers. True, MBI was being its usual annoying self about stupid meetings and secrecy, but a few classes he had taken in Observation and Stealth fixed most of the problems. (Stealth lvl 6, "How to sneak out of a marketing demo", had been most welcome.) He relaxed back into his easy chair to read some reports on his competition. Suddenly, a disturbing fact jumped out at him- a company had recently retooled its weapon production line to turn out cheap daggers that looked just like G.O.O.D.'s, but were cheaper and better. So far, they'd managed to take a whole 1% of his market! He quickly called in his Executive Vice-Presidents, along with his Marketing and Enforcement Group. The MaEG quickly shuffled in, half carrying the latest in illusion spells, the other half with heavy weaponry. Even that most horrible beast, a lawyer, had joined them. BoB (tm) quickly turned to the lawyer- "Isn't competing with us illegal?" "Nope, not yet. We're working on it though." "Damn. Ok, we'll have to do it the easy way. Magicians, start the blitz for Slice-in-2 a bit early. Make sure that nobody wants to buy a dagger from anyone. Enforcement, lean on the weapons shops a bit- make sure that the only things for sale are from G.O.O.D. " He turned to the VPs. "If we don't drop their sales to starvation level in the next month, buy the company, sell the workers into bondage, burn the factory, and bury anything in their inventory in the swamps around Cremona. Any questions?" The response was loud and quick- "NO QUESTIONS, BOSS!"... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **************************************************** * * * The Confederation Monthly * * * **************************************************** The Confederation is now starting up trade near Spakker. Are there wooden items anyone needs produced ? Do you need herbs ? These are things we can provide. Contact kbrors@mindscape.com. Swat, Speaker for the Confederation ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +--------------------+ |Observation Training| +--------------------+ Up to level 2 in Yakleks Up to level 4 in Atlantis City Rates: $25/student for 1-2 students $20/student for 3-4 students $15/student for 5 or more Other skills also available (only up to level 1). Please reply promptly as space is limited: The HitchHikers - faction 686 - savoier@umoncton.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------ New units have begun to raid Confederation and DOMINION lands. It is likely the two alliances will take strong steps against the new invaders. This is likely to delay the opening of lands near Spakker and Yakleks. It appears that no one is coming forth to challenge the Union west of Yakleks. This puts them in good shape to secure a large section of land. How stable will this balance of three forces remain. Are all satisfied? If not, the smaller forces may suffer the worst. --News Hound ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ATTENTION RESIDENTS OF CREMONA WE ARE BEING DOMINATED. ALL NEW FACTIONS IN THE REGION SHOULD RISE UP AND STRIKE OUT AT THE FACTIONS THAT ARE ATTEMPTING TO DOMINATE YOU. THEY SUPPLY YOU WITH A LIMITED AMOUNT OF INFORMATION. THEY DON'T TELL YOU THERE ARE 2 TOWNS TO THE NORTH AND ALSO PLAINS (TAX OF AROUND 3000 SIL A TURN). THEY SHOW YOU A MAP OF RUBBISH BUT ARE SECRETLY EXPLOITING THESE AREAS WITHOUT SHARING AMOUNGST ALL. THE ONLY REASON THAT THEY ARE STAYING NEAR CREMONA IS TO SAVE THE WALKING REQUIRED TO MOVE BACK AND TAKE THE CITY, HENCE SAVING MONEY. I WILL BE MOVING TO THE PROMISED LAND WHEN THE MONSOON BREAKS (3 MORE TURNS) AND TO GET TO THESE HEXES I WILL BE BLOCKED ALL THE WAY (SOME UNITS ARE ON GUARD TWO AND THREE HEXES ABOVE CREMONA. I AM UNSURE WHETHER THE HEX TO THE NORTH IS ON GUARD AND UNFRIENDLY BUT THE NE HEX IS. ANYONE WITH HORSES SHOULD TRY THE NORTH HEX FIRST. TO GET TO PLAINS MOVE N, N, NE, NE IT IS TIME TO REMOVE THESE ARROGANT AMERICANS. ANYONE WISHING AN ALLIANCE FOR FREEDOM OR TO MOVE TO BETTER GROUND CONTACT ME AT RJMCKINNON@ACSLINK.NET.AU (Australia) Ross. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The small caravan left the city and headed into the desert. Only a few of the travelers knew what lay ahead, and they kept silent when questioned by their friends. The scuttlebut said that the clan was headed to a magic mountain where springs ran with Ale and the fields where ripe with "2 row barley." The chief of the clan rode at the back of the company and pondered the skies looking for omens and a "Bobs Big Boy" sign. After a month in the desert, the group was tired, hungry, and needed a bath, but the magic mountain was not in sight. Did the "almost great leader" screw up and lead them out of the city to die of starvation? we'll see... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ******************************************************* Pillaging will not be tolerated in the Yakleks area (especially to the North). Period. ******************************************************* ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This Month I managed to get two war factions to come under my wings. They are taking up the slack in the area of taxes. I cannot tax on my claimed lands as I am pure Magic. But, they want my protection, I want their tax money they will get from MY lands. I had to drop my take down to 75%, but that is alright. I will be able to expand my own guard with that. Now they want some swords and some horses. How about it, would some trade factions like to come and produce for me. I have the lands. You are protected by my 5 mages and two war factions. You can produce on my lands and only have to pay me a small tax for doing it. Not too much, just 75% of your increase. That is all. We can make arrangement to get you started, I will provide the units, I will train them, and you will produce for me. I think I will need to expand soon. Perhaps another mage will Join me and we will control and claim more land for ourselves. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Renee stood with her father in the front yard as they said their good-byes. _______________________________________________________________ | | | * Be a hero to towns like Nork! | | * Why pay others to observe what you could see?! | | | | ENROLL NOW! | | ----- Atlantis City School of Observation ----- | | | | ...classes in Tactics and Longbow also available... | | (landt@acf4.nyu.edu) | | | | **** Geoff is God Sale **** | | 25% off Tactics training! | | 33% off Observation and Longbow! | | ***************** | | | | With Atlantis closed to immigration, the ACSO may soon close | | its doors. Sign up now while classes are still available. | |_______________________________________________________________| | | | | "Now remember, let loose a pigeon when you get to Spakker, and let me know that you have arrived safely," Denbigh was saying. "Of course, father. Oh, but I wish I could have gone to Komarken instead!" "I know," replied the Centre understandingly, "I know." "With all that's going on there, it looked like it would be an exciting place to be in year 3." "I know, but Mayor Hatred is very concerned about immigration right now, what with the assassination attempt and..." Renee put her hands on her hips and looked at her father strongly, "Really father! Do you honestly believe that there's any assassin in Atlantis who could kill a mage like Mayor Hatred. The man was a fool to try!" Denbigh smiled, "You are right, my youngest. But Mayor Hatred doesn't see it that way, I'm afraid. Anyway, who says Spakker won't be just as exciting. When a city like Kashmar can be overthrown..." The youngest was suddenly solemn. "How is Cousin Andy? Have you heard from him?" "He is fine. Seems he was intelligent enough to stay indoors during the fighting. He says he expects the new government of Kashmar will be very good to its people." Mr. Reid appeared from around the corner. "Hello, Good Mr. Reid!" shouted Denbigh, waving. "Hi, Mr. Reid." added Renee. The funeral director looked anxious, "Have you heard the news?" "What, that the Surgeon General has declared fish to be a useless component of daily nutritional needs?" asked Renee, smirking mischeviously. "They've sentenced Dr. Krastner to death!" exclaimed Mr. Reid, totally oblivious to Renee's comment as he came to a stop before Centre Denbigh. "Who has?" asked Denbigh with concern. "The Metaphysical Research Institute! I just read it in the Times." "Who made them the police," asked Renee, still not quite taking the news seriously. [This fictoid brought to you by the Church of the Purple Snowflake (72)] ++++ Observation, Tactics, and Longbow lessons still offerred by ++++ the Atlantis City School of Observation (ACSO) -- landt@acf4.nyu.edu **** Discounted longbows also available: 15% off market rates ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Indigo and Obsidian looked over the gaudy flier with admiration. "Those students at the Advertising guild surely know their job " croaked the mage in blue. "Indeed. I expect a fair amount of income from our efforts and theirs shortly" whispered the black cloaked individual. "Soon to open in Cremona! Magic items for those who needs them." "Wagons at resonable rates ", Indigo read over the shoulder of his companion. "And Helms of Observation and Gauntlets of Strength, and lets not forget the big money maker..PORTALS. Obsidian looked at the near empty coffers on his table.. "We definatly need more money,lest our research is at a standstill.." "Oh I dont think it will be a problem for long..I understand that Cremona needs wagons badly..Bad terrain I hear.." "Good." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Greetings good citizens of Cremona. Scandamia (14,30) Due to the sudden onslaught of the famed Cremona Monsoon I and a few of my chums are camped in this area. In order to avoid accidents we would invite any travellers to pop in for a cup of tea and tell us what they're doing before tromping through this area. Cremona Crusaders We note that one of your number has laid claim to this hex - we in no way dispute this claim - think of us as a roving band of landscape gardeners, travelling the land searching for new shrubberies ( did i hear a Ni ?) Rest assured we shall keep this fine area of swamp in pristine condition ( ie no repeat of that unfortunate incident of a couple of turns ago) Lumber Merchants Got any wood to sell ?, Come on down to discuss our prices ( the more wood we get the faster we can leave which i'm sure everyone wants ) Mucho Regards, 'The Fish' Message Trolls to jreid@penfold.u-net.com By The Way Those of you with your helms of memory on might recall a note I put in the times asking for all parties in the Cremona area to stop by for a crumpet - how many replies did i get ? None, zippo, bugger all. How are we going to avoid unpleasantness if no-one tells us what they want ? (Wonder if i put my address in the article - that would've stopped people replying - Ahh Well) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fireflit was dancing around the fire in excitement -- the news had just come in that Glitzy had set a date for battle and ordered preparation begin! Soon the dirty dogs who think they are so wonderful would be no more. Peace would once again rule the land, and everyone would be able to move about in freedom and harmony. Only a few months more to wait...! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ So, It looks as if it's going to get messy round Jaca, people already deciding to set up guard, others stealing like mad, some pillaging going on. All in all loadsa "nasties" out to get you... I think I may be able to make some money out of this... All this bitching is going to need swords and armour. I think I'll make that stuff and sell it at a good price! More info next month on where to buy your wares. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Question: How much would YOU pay for gloves of strength in AC? I will have some in my possesion for sale or trade in February. Mail me if you're interested. Aquila -- The Floating Clouds (757) email izzie@meepmeep.demon.co.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cremona . . . . . . It seemed to be such a lovely town. Then it began to grow dark and afraid as the clouds of war began to crowd out the life-giving monsoons. Even now I see the vultures beginning to circle. How is a self-respecting trade faction supposed to make a living if it cannot leave town to gather raw materials? How can we make the swords for your troops or the wagons to move them if you do not leave us access to the lands surrounding town? Any war factions claiming lands around Cremona: As always, we are interested in making a deal - you tax the lands, we will produce the items that you need at a discount. 'Nuff said. -Floyd ans his Friends (Faction 762) <gchaix@ednet1.osl.or.gov> ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ============================================================================ THE ROSICRUCIAN ORDER ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WAGON ENCHANTMENT IN KASHMAR (3, 17)!! ONLY 250 SILVERS!! OFFER ENDS NEXT MONTH (February) For the next few turns only, the Rosicrucian Order (faction 781) is able to provide the service of enchanting your wagons: only 250 SIL a Wagon!! Enchanted Wagons travel at twice normal wagon speed (at Riding Speed) and need no horses. Please note that the last month in which we will take orders is February. If interested please contact matthew@sa.rl.ac.uk ============================================================================ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thakram Miles Exploring Company (787) ------------------------------- Lynton Report - December Year 2, By Carstairs-Alsop Great news. I have found the supplies of iron required by the artisans of Jaca. The riches which abound here are unbelieveable. Unfortunaely, the onset of winter has resricted my plans for exploration. Durring this difficult time I will try and organise the natives to hel me ship some of this raw mateiral to the Jaca market. ANNOUNCEMENT:- Could any trade factions in the JACA area interested in mining please contact me (stradlingp@logica.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, party goers of Cremona, hopefully this turn will the downfall of the facist and the ascendance of the righteous. A hex will be mine and all factions listed in the times as claiming any hexes near cremona will be classed as unfriendly and not permitted to enter. But all other factions in cremona will be permitted free passage through this hex, and all who enter may trade on items not presently being exploited. People will know, which hex that I am talking about as I am sure that the cremona crusaders will publish the event, or maybe they won't. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Through the streets of Atlantis City,a cloaked figure hunts the corpses of the living,draining the lifeless bodies of its vital force. "Soon,soon our time will come" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eric smiled. The reports were good. He finally found iron and people to work it and soon he would be equipped. He had picked up allies and was now part of one of the largest alliances in the region. He even had word of new places to explore. Word also arrived that his long awaited mage would make its appearance before summer- everything was working out. "It may not last forever, but I will ride this ship as long as there is wind in its sails." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 121: Success!!! I managed to recruit one Atlantis City denizen to my cause before stepping out and casting myself upon the six winds. Despite my slow start, the months of study have done me well. Fertile lands in ......... darn rainstorm ........ keep manuscript dry ...... archival material, not rain gear! Dry .... off and send to times. No, not with a torch! You ........ (message becomes too water and smoked stained to read further). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ With a smile of relief, Kethry opened her arms to her younger sister. "At last, you heard my call. There is little time, our allies leave the city. You must go with them. I will stay here and recruit more men to our cause." With a nod, her sister agreed. Kethry purchased her a horse and sadly said goodbye. She was so tired from her calling that she barely made it back to her lodging hall. Now that her allies and sister had left, she felt more bereft than ever since she had come to this strange new world. She slowly counted her remaining pennies, the mage had provided her well, but this would be of little use unless she could recruit an army. The money returned to the portal, Kethry sat and thought of where she could find eager recruits. Slowly sleep overtook her...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Your messenger runs into your tent yet again, bearing news for your delicate ears. "Sire" he stammers as he falls over a foot stool. "What? What's the news?" you enquire of him. "Not much actually, sir. Just thought I'd make an entrance!" he replies. "Nice entrance then" you admire before furthering your questioning. "What is the news from the new lands?" you ask him. "Well, the Giant Lizards didn't attack Dave McGaw's lot as expected, and he managed to scramble away to safety, and is now well under way to setting himselfup, again." he responds. "Great! Dave's finally ready to start trading again! It's about time." you remark. "That appeaers to be all the news there is, sire." the wretch says. "Oh well, in that case, SERGEANT!" you scream. "Yessir!" anounces the sergeant as he enters in that manner you have become soacustomed to. "You can finally get rid of this messenger. He's starting to get on my nerves." you exclaim in that tone of voice you thought you'd forgotten. "Right away, sir." shouts the sergeant, grabs the messenger around the throat,and drags him towards the opening of the tent. "Oh, Sergeant." you cry out before he leaves. "Yessir!" he obeys again "After the lads have finished with that one, can you find me another scout andtrain him in Obs please?" you demand "Right away, sir" he repeats before leaving you to your own thoughts again. As the screams from the scout fill the air, your mind wanders to the glorious conquests you are planning to take in your stay in Atlantis. Once again, if there are any newbies out there requiring any assistance, feel free to mail me with your questions at u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk but please be specific. Also, the Spells Syndicate is still in full swing, so anyone requiring spell information or descriptions, are free and welcome to mail me again at u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk but the nominal $50 are payable if you require a spell description. C ya soon ;) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello again. Told ya I'd make full use of the extra Times space. Well as we have all heard, Atlantis may be terminating in the near future, or becoming a comercial venture, which will cause me, and a lot of people here, to drop out. Nonetheless, I'm gonna take this space to say, THANX to everyone I have come into contact with, and THANX to all the fellow newbie helpers out there. Bye bye to John Bollinger Matt Dunne Tony Chow Jay Luo Sarikakis Andreas Tim Nutman Jon Harvey Tony Sheldon Stephen Gomm Dean Burton Paul Hesidence and everyone who slips my mind. Mail me some time, and tell me how you're doing. Bye bye Dave (u3djm@csc.liv.ac.uk) [ Editors note: I'm sure you all have the story straight, but Atlantis 2.0 is _not_ going away in the immediate future. Just closing to new entries. ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stoneheart Council of Elders "Prince Allon, Athar the Eldar and their followers emerged into the city of Cremona. Many others emerged with them from the gate, forming a steady stream of humanoidom. At least this city was nowhere near as crowded as Atlantis City. " "The city resembled more a collection of tents than anything else, a place where tribesman came to trade, drink and fight. Many warriors, scouts and bearers were here looking for employment." "'Lets get out of here,' Athar said. 'At the rate that people are coming through that gate, the entire population of Atlantis City will be here in under a week.'" "They headed towards the edge of the city, passing beyond the circle of tents. However, not more than ten minutes ride from the city they were met by a man on a horse, bearing a trumpet." "'Turn back now!' he called. 'There is nothing beyond this desert except the endless oceans, and this land is claimed by the Trumpet Bearers. Turn back!'" "Allon shrugged. Turning their horses, they returned to the tent city. Maybe next month they could exit in another direction." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's been a long week and I dont have the time or energy to come up with something witty. Please give me my 50 silver so I can go home and sleep. Boy, that was easy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As winter sets in, the mage begins his hibernation. After all, there's not much else to do during winter. "Maybe I can research some new gadgets to sell," he ponders. "Our production of swords is very efficient, but now we're flooding the market. A new product would sure help out, even if for only a little while." The mage opens one of his older volumes and begins reading. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He was a man prepared to go out and conquer this world. But could he? No. Ever month he crowded round the messenger, trying desperately to find out if there was a new exit out of this slum that they called 'Atlantis City'. Last month there was a new exit. Navenby, they called it. But just as his heart jumped on the trampoline of this new thought of leaving, he heard another messenger. "Hear ye, hear ye! Good people of AC. You can't go to Navenby. Its only swamp and only sea. Stay here and never leave. You're sure to die, see." he chanted The trampoline suddenly fell through. "Uhhhg." he replied, then wondered in his tiny mind if there was any land left for the intrepid explorer, pricey mage, stupid warrior, entrepreneurial trader or stupid warrior. Who is this 'he', you ask? His name is..."The Unknown Newbie" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Like a gentle, but lifting breeze, a whisper of words passes through your mind. First seeming no more than passing thoughts, flitting and dissipating, they intensify. Soon you abandon the Times, and lose yourself deeply within them... " I am the shadow, that walks the night And the moon that eclipses the sun. I was the dream that lost hope and died, When the many became but one... The clouds have come, enshrouded the light, Banishing the heavens from the skies. I must get beyond them, like a phoenix, From the ashes I must rise. " The words die, falling lightly into the place known only as Memory. They leave you to contemplate the meaning of your own existence and the future before you. The setting sun marks the words, embedding them deeply within your own conciousness. All that is left now, is to move forward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The reborn one and his allies are coming. Beware! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dar looked around the small tavern he had shoehorned himself into. Several of the tables were filled with soldiers. "What have I gotten myself into?" he wondered. The fighting in and around Spakker was supposed to have died off, the the energy in the tavern and the amount of forces still in evidence gave lie to that statement. Dar feared the fighting was going to erupt again. "They sure love to fight here" he mused. He had even heard a story of a pizza delivery guy who got snuffed on a delivery. "that's just plain WRONG!" he murmurred. Dar looked at his watch, (apparently, it was the only one in the city) and muttered an oath. "I'm late" It was just as well, the mage he was meating was known for punctuality. "Can't keep hisnibs waiting...." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Praise Geoff for templates!" muttered Roy, poring over this month's sheaf of communications. The Concord Conglomerate was expanding and it was becoming harder to exert the benign control he wanted over the far flung employees who toiled so hard to make him rich. Now, if only he could locate a source of mithril his fortune would be made... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is the story of Alkiones , distant ofsprings of the legentary bird Alkiona , the one who lays it's eggs during the 'warm' days of the winder. Theofanis the Great now seek allies in the vicinity of the mountains of Oranmore and in spesific in the areas 78,58 79,58 78,59. All interested contact yasemi@ergasya.tuc.gr Faction no 873 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Trade is where skills truly shine. War just studies more combat and perhaps has a leader or two in tactics and observation. War can go really wild and invest in crossbow, longbow and healing. Traders must invest in over a dozen and with a large number of men. One group must produce raw materials, while others fashion them into finished goods. Trade routes must be planned, along with the appropriate transport. The cities buy some stuff, but the real profit is from other factions -- notably the great consumers: war. War profiteering has a long and glorious history. Where else can a sword or horse prove a matter of life or death? Some say traders are born to be slaves. This overlooks the fact that a trader's own forces are the best equipped. Given a year near a good city and the trader can afford to hire magical muscle or just have a herd of veteran combat troops working the lands. --Next: On the glories of War. --an ambitious man ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Off to Jaca where the desert flowers bloom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ My pure magic faction is sick of the lack of available workers in AC and would like to move on in a few turns. Are there any factions out there which would like to ally with me. Please send a note to nmatsui@itsa.ucsf.edu so that we can work out the details. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh boy Aunt Slappy is coming to say with me here in Atlantis City! (Aunt Slappy is the bestest, wisest Squirrel in the whole Universe!) I sure hope that she can help me find some friends here in Atlantis. Now I won't be so lonely anymore!! Skippy's Rangers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sky is so clear here in the new lands of Atlantis. See the strange shapes the stars form. New arrangements. I wonder what they mean here. There is one that looks like a crooked stick. Maybe it is a Mages wand. Heh, heh. How about that one. It lookes a bit like a horseless wagon. No, wait. There is the horse. It must have run away. Where are the old familiar shapes I am used to? What do these new ones mean? Where I came from, we were working on getting to the stars. Can we do that from here? Yes, this is good. A whole new world to explore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kyranon looked around. "Yes," he thought, "this city would do quite well." Jaca was a nice small quiet town, but with enough people to keep things running. A perfect place to study. Now all he had to do was find someone willing to share their knowledge of this land's magic with him. An advertisement would do quite well, placed where everyone could see it... *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Wanted - Teachers *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* The Order of Mystacia is looking for teachers in any foundation skill or observation in the Jaca area. If you are willing to teach, please send the skill and price to The Order of Mystacia Eng35@slvaxa.umsl.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Returning from his travels and his long sleep, the nameless Darkman saw the pit that Atlantis City had become. "The Empire will live again!", he vowed silently to himself. Silently, he turned his back on the once great city and stalked into the night. He knew the squabbling over House scraps would never cease unless he once again dabbled in mortal affairs. Will he be equal to the challenge this time? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LAND WANTED: Mercenary Company, currently in Atlantis City, looking for a stake or contract. Officers and troops honorable. Contact Shilo(925) "gillespie@novell.com" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Republic Strikes Back! (Final Part) --------------------------------------- The Legate waved his wand and laughed. While 22 roman legionaries stood rubbing their eyes, trying to recover from being dazzled, Centurion Coll came over to join him. "I can see the assault on Palmi went well?" "The assault on palmi went very well, Coll, very well indeed." The Centurion closed his eyes as Legate Rayelin once again waved his new toy, setting fire to a row of houses. "And how did it go for you?" "Very well indeed, sir. We smnote 195 of them, like the sheep they are, for the petty loss of only 46 men." "Good, though it was a result fore ordained. At last, our claim on Rantlu is almost within our grasp." "What of the Riders of the Rising Sun, Sir?" "That is Sorisdale. Besides, we have fine relations with their High Priest. Sorisdale is outside our sphere of Interest. No, our aim now must be to secure our borders against all comers. And to take over what remains of Glomera the SZ still occupy." "I heard that the faction of Great Muuf II has been vowing revenge." "We killed Great Muuf and that witch Fifinka." The Legate sighed. I guess we have to kill this Great Muuf II also, then. Oh well, can`t be helped." *************************************************************************** The Republic of Rome now claims all the Lands of Rantlu. if you want to travel through any of it`s hexes, seek permission from the Senate! Stragglers, and especially large bodies of men stand a very great chance of getting killed. The following towns are also claimed by the Republic: Almeria, Derwent, Drammes and Palmi. The Republic recognizes the Land claims of the following Alliances: The Order of Hirgul. Riders of the Rising Sun. PolyChromatic Pirates. The official WWW Page of the Republic is the Forum Romanum http://www.kom.auc.dk/~strategy/Atlantis.html *************************************************************************** ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Well I like Atlantic City. I've grown accustomed to the atmosphere. It is a large, bustling town even if it is a little boring at times. Not to mention the fact that the city guards tend to keep the place pretty peaceful. I have tried sending some scouts outside of the city to explore and perhaps find a location to set up camp, but most have failed to survive in the harse wilderness. So I think I will just settle for the city life for a while." "What will you do when your silver runs out?" "Boo hoo hoo... sob.. sob!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ He awoke to another fine day in Atlantis City. Now that he was trained to better see what others tried to hide from him, he felt he should begin to look for someone skilled in the arcane arts and begin his apprenticeship. He was growing restless, and didn't like being stuck here in the city, but the rumors of war and slaughter gave him reason to prepare himself before he took that first step.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Helvete is not yours. Helvete is OURS. You will be notified of further developments. The Fog. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Atlantis City sees an end to what seemed to be an infinite supply of worthless adventurers. These vermin have flooded our fair city for too long and I for one am pleased to see the end of this unpleasantness. Now perhaps an honest faction can venture to one of the lovely portal cities without falling into the middle of a war between 100 pathetic little armies all trying to lay claim to what could easily have been shared. Factions can work together, most of the rich and powerful faction of our planet grew to power in just such a fashion...Long live Atlantis 2.0!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The brotherhood of Alkmionas Traders now sets foward for adventure on the mountains of Oranmore. All interested for our products please contact us. e-mail stu2@ergasya.tuc.gr faction 944 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Global Trading Company is making an excellent start. We will soon have many fine things in our warehouses. Stay tuned for our adds to appear. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And now the latest human/high elf/orc etc. interest story from our roving reporter Natas Speltbackwards in Atlantis City. Well Natas, anything new on the streets? -- Well, I'm glad you asked me that question, Dave; because, well a lot of people are asking it, and well I think they deserve to know.... um because they're all asking it. Cut the c**p Natas, what's up? -- Well, Dave, there seem to be a whole lot of newcomers to this fair city, of all shapes, sizes, races and religions. It looks like Atlantis is entering a new era, a golden age and all that nonsense... I'm warning you Natas... -- Ah, here's one who couldn't get away from us. We're restraining him now, ah good the boys are torturing him for information. It's great to work for a newspaper with a creative approach to investigative journalism! So, what's his name? Myrrdin Emrys, how's -that's O.K. boys you can leave him now, he won't be up to much for a while, what? O.K. one more time- as I said Myrddin, or can I call you Emrys? How are things? ** That's a pretty stupid question considering, don't you think -- Boys? ** Okay, okay. Things are fine, just fine. -- Great, now you and your boys (whom we avoided, nasty looking set of elves!) call yourselves The Old Ones, isn't that an unusual name for a newbie? ** We are the Old Ones, we who ruled this land before the coming of the mortals You drove us into the hidden places, our spirits entered the land itself. Now, we re-emerge to restore the balance. -- Why now Emrys? [This ones loonier than most boys, better chain him up in case he gets violent, good I knew you'd enjoy that] ** I Myrrdin Emrys, prophet of kings, have come to pave the way for the return of the Pendragon, he who shall unite the tribes, repel the usurpers, bring peace once more to this land, and restore the worship of the Goddess. -- Come, come, cliche cliche, the coming of the Pendragon..... so passe! I suppose he'll pull a sword out of a stone, hmm Emrys? ** Not cliched, but recurrent. We had Maximus (Macsen), we had Aurielus Ambrosius, and yes we had Arthur, greatest of the Pendragons. -- Aha ha.. yes Emrys, alright. [He's a riot boys!] And this goddess you talk about. Who might this be... [wait for it boys..] ** Mock not The Goddess, she of whom Great Geoff is but a consort. She whose name can never be known, she has been betrayed by her male Gods and her revenge will be bitter, for she is Nature, she is Woman, in love man returns to her for a time, but only in death does he return to her womb forever. -- Okay.... sure.... I understand... [crazier than Nero, guys, better let him go, his boys are heading this way - Warriors of the Sidhe?] -- Well, there you have it folks, a crazy inconsistent hodge podge of different Celtic traditions; mostly Irish,Welsh and Breton. And that seems to be one of the up and coming sensations to hit Atlantis City. Back to you Dave. Well, as ever an interesting report from our very own Natas Speltbackwards, -- (why do i do this job, they pay me a pittance and I have to talkto crazies.. ... mumble,grumble) What was that Natas? -- Oh nothing! Just musing on life's absurdities. O.K., well that's another (strange I don't remember any previous ones!) <multiple race> interest story from Natas, who'll hopefully be back next week if we don't fire him, for a follow up on these new Celtic boyos in town. -- No!! Please anything but that, give me a resteraunt to review or something, not the crazies!!! Shut up Natas or we'll get the boys to do it for you. Well, that's all folks till next week. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Llamas are good. Llamas are our friends. Llama make me happy. All hail the coming of the Great Llama, bow down before her llamniference!! This weeks llama prayer: Oh great and powerful Llama, even though we are unworthy of your divine Alpacanaess, have mercy on our humble souls as we strive to reach llama-hood. Llama ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ********************************************************************* ******************* THE NEGENTROPS ******************** ********************************************************************* BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENT We are very pleased to announce you the birth of a new faction: ******************* THE NEGENTROPS ******************** "Information is our lord, Truth is our law" ********************************************************************* ******************* THE NEGENTROPS ******************** ********************************************************************* Je jette avec grace mon feutre, Je fais lentement l'abandon Du grand manteau qui me calfeutre, Et je tire mon espadon; Elegant comme Celadon, Agile comme Scaramouche, Je vous previens, cher Myrmidon, Qu'a la fin de l'envoi je touche! Vous auriez bien du rester neutre; Ou vais-je vous larder, dindon?... Dans le flanc, sous votre maheutre?... Au coeur, sous votre bleu cordon?... - Les coquilles tintent, ding-dong! Ma pointe voltige : une mouche! Decidement... c'est au bedon, Qu'a la fin de l'envoi, je touche. Il manque une rime en eutre... Vous rompez, plus blanc qu'amidon? C'est pour me fournir le mot pleutre! - Tac! je pare la pointe dont Vous esperiez me faire don; - J'ouvre la ligne, - je la bouche... Tiens bien la broche, Laridon! A la fin de l'envoi, je touche. ENVOI Prince, demande a Dieu pardon! Je quarte du pied, j'escarmouche, Je coupe, je feinte... He! la donc, A la fin de l'envoi je touche. EDMOND ROSTAND "Cyrano de Bergerac" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the gods! Where was he now? Colbey looked around the city he suddenly found himself in. It was full of peop[ people looking for SOMETHING. "I didn't expect this when I left this morning" he said to himself. Suddenly behind him, the gate he had just entered through went 'pop' and was gone. "Guess I'm not getting out that way" he mused. "Maybe I should look around and see what this place is all about". Oblivious to the stares a full-grown man who talks to himself gets, Colbey moved thugh the dusty streets... -- Geoff Dunbar <atlantis@rahul.net> Up