Atlantis Times v1.1 v05n06 From: JJC%MP068@MPA15AB.mv-oc.Unisys.COM Date: Wed, 15 Mar 1995 02:01:33 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 5 Number 6 =-=-= =-= March 14, 1995 =-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: 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 ######################################################################## Sorry, nothing about Undine this turn. I am her brother Sigimund and she told me to tell you all, that she had to study very much. She failed her last examination in Magic and her teacher told her to learn and to learn and to learn. And so she is sitting in Tarraspan's University Library and is reading one book after the other about magick and spells and how to use them. But don't worry she will be back next turn. ######################################################################## Lord Vox' favorite field lounge chair, constructed entirely from dried femurs, tibia, skulls, and laminated nobility skins, sagged and creaked ominously under its owner's massive weight, as the ship's deck slowly tilted forwards to meet the next wave. Vox barely noticed the now-familiar movement, even though he had exhibited some nervousness during the initial launch, necessitating the replacement of several members of the crew who ended up cycling through their Lord's queasy stomach. Vox chuckled quietly, reading his copy of the Times. "Lord Byron, now, they're sending me! Love poems, yet. Wonder of that Shelley woman is available? Hmmm." He squinted further at the page, turning it from side to side. "And I could *swear* that's some sort of message to me... but it must have been written on the other side of the equator, looks like it's upside down or something. Ah well. So many choices..." Around that time the first mate, Ganoork Clawbrain, disturbed Vox's reverie with a shout: "Seay mounster! Seay mounster arf the storeberd bow!" Intrigued, Vox stood and grabbed a nearby deckhand, terrorizing him into interpreting the strange directions. Yes, if he squinted just right he could see it: a huge green-gray beast looming up, giant jaws gaping wide with four-inch long teeth. Vox scowled back, and the monster suddenly back-pedaled all fins, let out a terrified "Quiyeeep!" and dove. "Hrmph." Vox muttered. "No staying power, those sea beasts. Wish that trick worked as well with dragons." The water parted again, and this time the sea-monster's hideous head reappeared carrying a large, flopping tuna, which was carefully deposited on the deck before the beast shyly oozed down into the dark waters. Vox smiled slightly. "Much better. Offerings of tribute. Not my favorite, but I suppose it'll do." At this point, Clawbrain, a man noted for being a sharp wit but not the best at self-preservation, blurted out, "Wull, moybe it's sapposed ta be a dowry, eh?" Luckily, the decks were designed to be swabbed clean quickly, there was plenty of water available, and another sailor was quickly chosen to fill the First Mate's shoes. And perhaps the sea-monster considered tuna for sailor to be a fair trade. ######################################################################## Spontaneous Demonstration of the Masses 'Down..Down..Evil!' chanted the agitator 'Down..Down..Evil!' echoed the throng as the protest march entered the common. Some carried the obligatory placards.. 'Good not Evil' 'Death to the Vox and his toadies' 'Resist the Hegemony of the North Wind Conspiracy' A flaming Vox banner lit the bonfire and from somewhere in the crowd a straw-haired effigy dangling from a noosed rope appeared. 'Death to Janice the Traitor' cried a peasant as the effigy joined the flames. 'It's not even a leap year' howled one of the more superstitious of the crowd. Unisc watched impassively. Things could well get out of hand and the meelee were demanding blood. 'For your own safety you must leave Karothea, Janice.' he said. 'Good, a holiday by the sea..' said Janice. 'No! You will move go inland where Thynos can keep an eye on you. And while you are gone use your time to study this.' he said, handing her a red bound copy of 'The Thoughts of Good Queen Janet' Unisc turned again to watch the demonstration. The peasants would need to be appeased. Time to kill another Prankster. ######################################################################## =-=-= END TIMES 506 =-=-= ######################################################################## Up