Atlantis Times v1.1 v05n07 From: JJC%MP068@MPA15AB.mv-oc.Unisys.COM Date: Fri, 24 Mar 1995 19:17:42 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 5 Number 7 =-=-= =-= March 21, 1995 =-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: Not much in the times for the last two turns. If that does not change in the next turn or two, I'll discontinue the times. Send Times to: jjc@mpa15ab.mv-oc.unisys.com Send Orders to: JJC@MP068.MV-OC.UNISYS.COM Send problems/comments/bug reports/questions to me personally at: jjc@mpa15c.mv-oc.unisys.com I read the mail at the times address once a week, when I'm setting up the Times. I NEVER read mail where the orders go to, so don't send anything but orders there. Good luck, and enjoy. - TBG ######################################################################## Undine is surprised. She never had thought that learning could be so successfull. Only one month of hard efforts and reading and now - she had learned some wonderful spells, real magic. She wants to try them out at once: "abrakadabra" and - POW - a flash of lightning destroys her bed. Her little cat jumps out of the open window. "Oh, real strong magic, but where should I sleep tonight. And I have no spell for repair. Imust ask Sigimund to help me. He is a real homeworker and likes tinkering." Another attempt: Contaminate water - she reads. She hesitates: perhaps I succeed but I have no decontaminaton spell. Then all would become very thirsty. Hmm ... but they can drink Vine and Beer". She looks at her little kitten. "But you, kitten, I know you don't like beer and vine and lemonade." And so the inhabitants of Tarraspan survived the attempts of a young sorceress. ######################################################################## ***** Lord Dr VOX has left Vashcort ***** The people of Vashcort can finally take a deep breath. The risk of ending as a chep meal or as some raw- material for finger-pipes has now been strongly reduced. The reason for this is the long awaited departure of High Lord Dr VOX-beast. Relaible sources tells us that he has finally made up his mind on going for a longer vacation to foreign lands. Our sources have still not found out the new whereabouts of VOX. It could even be that he is still sailing the high seas looking for a suitable holiday place. The shipyard had in the last minute been able to realise some of VOX more peculiar wishes concerning shipbuilding so that no excuse could be given for the long awaited departure. Our reporters have been trying to use their sources within the North Wind council to find out in which direction VOX is heading. Some of the statements we got was "We want to let VOX get a new fresh piece of land to go to and to much publicity could ruin the welcome given by inhabitants" Well, at the Vashcort branch of the Atlantis Times we are looking forward to be able to reveal the whereabouts of VOX hopefully already in the next issue. Yours truly E. Atmuch ######################################################################## Undine is sitting in her room at Tarraspans University Campus. Her little cats is sitting to her feet. On the desk and around the desk there are many books. Some open - some closed - with marks in it. "I hate this learning. Speak "kghhng dnxliltk" three times backwards by jumping on one leg, then your water for your tea will boil soon. Why should I learn such nonsense. But that's what they ask in examinations. I hate it ... but I must learn it." To do something for recreation she decided to read the letter of her cousine Selene. Undine reads: " Dear Undine, my boss has allowed that I study magic too. I am very happy about that. I will arrive in Tarraspan in one or two months. I am looking forward to meet you again. Then we can talk about all that stuff we like. And what about your brother Sigimund. I have heard nothing about him for a long time. Bye, Selene." "Yippiyeah", cries Undine and is dancing round her room. "Goodby boredom. Let's have parties, and dancing. Welcome fun and joy." ######################################################################## A young acolyte quickly ran up the stairs of Lord Fanatic's tower. Breathing heavily he knocked lightly on the door. After the third knock the door opened of its own accord. "Come in Catalyst", called out a deep yet friendly voice. "Sorry to disturb you my lord, but I bring news from Lord Myth." "Ah yes, haven't heard from him for several months. What's on his mind? " "He says he moved up into Larache to assist in the war effort there, took some of the trainees with him. The battle was successfull, but we lost fifteen of the new recruits. We did manage to capture quite a few horses, and a large amount of iron and stone from the enemy though." A look of sorrow came across Lord Fanatic's face. "Fifteen men," he thought, "if only this small kingdom of Arkadia understood the simple concept of territorial boundaries such bloodshed could have been avoided. Now we have most likely injured their pride, that being the problem with these primitive governments, and they will likely come at us and fight to the death." Having thus considered it Lord Fanatic again spoke, "Catalyst, go back and tell Lord Myth to start sending some of the more skilled soldiers to me. Tell him further that he is to recruit more of the peasant population and begin training them at once." "Yes my lord, I will do so at once." And he quickly backed out of the room to return to Lord Myth. ######################################################################## Tania strikes again.... She did her work well. The men enjoyed her bringing the food. She was accurate, fast and always friendly. A bit too friendly perhaps. Yes, she was one of the better employees in Freaky Inc. Until last month..... She had done something which was very hard to understand. She had fleed the influence of the company, steeling a large amount of iron, and taking some of the best men with her. No doubt she had, using her charm, seducted these men and made them follow her. What were here intentions? Did she really expect to get away with this? What did she want with the iron? All these questions have to be answered. An investigating unit has been sent out, tracking the girl down and bringing her back to our premises. +-----------------------Announcement--------------------------------+ | | | All information concerning the whereabouts of Tania, former | | catering assistant of Freaky Inc., is to be rewarded with a | | fee of $5. If you have information, please contact Freaky Inc. | | Headquarters, Karothea 16,21. teeseling@med.ruu.nl | | | | Do not undertake actions against her and her followers, she | | might be hostile and dangerous. We want her alive! | | | | Head of Investigation, Freaky Inc. | +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ ######################################################################## Lord Vox, bored, wandered the deck idly, as frantic sailors re-trimmed the sails to compensate for the shifting weight. A collective sigh of relief went up when their Lord, with a a disgruntled grunt, settled back into his bone chair and began once again sorting through his marriage proposals. Vox snapped his claws distractedly and growled one terrifying word: "Sushi!" A low, frightened "eeep!" could be heard from one of the smaller sailors as The Cook grabbed him and tucked him under a huge hairy arm. The Cook had developed some renown for his techniques for de- boning and preparing human flesh. He also constantly worked to improve his speed, as a matter of personal pride; this virtue was also highly valued by his Lord at mealtimes. So it was no surprise to Lord Vox when the sailor was presented, shaved and neatly deboned, on an attractive bed of sea-monster roe, within ten minutes. Vox tossed the proposals aside, making a disgusting sound in the back of his throat*, and settled in to enjoy the delicacy. [Chronicler's note: please be aware, entire volumes could be written attempting to describe the repertoire of Lord Vox's disgusting sounds, without doing them justice. You really just have to be there. Luckily, at some point you'll probably get to meet him in person.] Vox ran through the list of candidates mentally. Some had beauty, others had cunning, others would make good political choices. All of them, of course, were delicious. But Vox's thoughts kept coming back to a young woman he had seen, long ago, on a battlefield in Mizip. She had peered, her fine, light-complexioned face twisted in grief and worry, from the parapets of a hastily erected fort. Though Vox's horde had torn the fort into matchsticks, the woman somehow managed to escape. Later, he saw the woman again, peering from the stern of the longboat taking her and her kin away to exile, another narrow escape. Somehow, the more Vox thought, the more delicious this woman seemed. He imagined how her fingers would taste, as he snapped them off at the palm...perhaps he would eat only one per month. Or even year! And her blood, the most delicious of all: Diamante blood, Burgundy of the veins. Yes, this woman would make a delightful wife! Vox wiped his chin and riffled through the proposals again. No Diamante. Well, one couldn't expect things to be *too* easy. But suddenly the gloom lifted, and Vox finally felt his course become clear. His new wife would be Lady Blair Diamante! ######################################################################## =-=-= END TIMES 507 =-=-= ######################################################################## Up