Atlantis Times v1.1 v05n01 From: JJC%MP068@MPA15AB.mv-oc.Unisys.COM Date: Wed, 01 Feb 1995 07:52:36 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 5 Number 1 =-=-= =-= January 31, 1995 =-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: We ran late this week due to a mail stopage somewhere out my gateway. Orders still due Sunday. Please remember that the deadline for orders are 12:00 GMT on Sundays. Many of you are sending orders past that deadline. NOTE *** Atlantis is now closed. All full, no more starts. Just a reminder of the new AUTOTAX command: - AUTOTAX flag available. This is a new boolean command, similiar to GUARD and AVOID. If set, a unit will attempt to TAX every turn. If reset, no automatic TAXing will occur, though the TAX command will still work. AUTOTAX boolean is reset after a MOVE or SAIL command is executed. 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 ######################################################################## What happened last time: Undine, the young sorceress, walked in long, black tunnel to an unknown place. Undine gets near the end of the tunnel. It seem to be a huge cave, but where? Is this a place under the University or some other universe? The cave is lighted by a fire. Undine leaves the tunnel and so does her little black cat. She hears a terrible crash behind. She turns around. "What is this with this god forsaken place! The tunnel is collapsed. There seems to be no way out. But if I can't return, let's see what is in this cave!". Her little cat leaps out of her eye. "Hey, cat, where are you going?" she cries. "Hello, my little friend", Undine hears a voice say. A voice which sounds warm and friendly. "Undine, come to me, my daughter", the voice says to her. Undine goes to the fireplace and there in the shadow of the rocks an old woman is sitting. The old woman has long white hair and looks a little bit strange in her manycoloured cloth. "My name is Leandora. I am the Old Wise Woman of The Keepers. May I offer you a cup of tea? And then I will tell you why I have called you. But first let's have tea." ---- to be continued ---- ######################################################################## A T T E N T I O N ! Beware of the great evil-doer Dr. Vox and his allies the Merry Pranksters and PATO. They murder and slaughter, they rob and they plunder and above all they are mocking about the pains of their victims. You can't treat with him, he will betray you. The only weapon he can stop him Is TO STAND TOGETHER AS ONE STRONG ALLIANCE! With this aim the ALLIANCE OF PEACEFUL PEOPLE AGAINST VOX (APPV) is founded. If you meet a scout of this alliance, please feel free to contact and perhaps to join. And then Vox will become aware that some sheeps could be tigers. Ministery of Propaganda APPV ######################################################################## 90 Days in Tarrapsan. Civil unrest grew in Tarraspan this month, with all foreign embassies under seige. A break-away movement, the Provisional Platonic Patriarchy (PPP) seized the Parliament building, threatening instant death to any foreign power entering the land. ``We may not have swords, but we have two good fists, and we will box anyone who comes near''. So read a banner hanging defiantly from the building. The GrandPoobah of Plato's Grandchildren surrounded the PPP with raw conscripts, and threated heavy longbow bombardment if they do not surrender. Tarrapsan is under a state of martial law, and both the PPP and Plato's Grandchildren will attack without notice any units that enter a one-sector exclusion zone surrounding it. ******************************************************* (OPG -Other People's Gossip, by Spy, the Atlantis Gossip Collumnist) I did! I did! I did see the LOVE BOAT. Yes, it has been confirmed that Dr Vox and Merry Prankster are holidaying ``together'' on the unspoilt island of Pacifica. As well, Dr Vox's old flame, the Billy The Kid, is here as well. Is this an accident, or is there something more happening? Spy will keep you informed of all new gossip...... ######################################################################## Glomera (UofZ): Four ships landed in the south this month with a new force of Vashcort elite. The first wave of ghouls provided by Lord Vox had done their job. The long-haired army of Jervbygd has followed the remaining ghouls to the north. However, in the journey north, half of the army was separated, their general, Big, was left behind and will be unable to lead the attack against the invaders. The divided northern army is expected to succumb to the ghouls. The opportunity for the invaders in the south is even greater. "We expected the full force of their army to wipe us out. With only a leaderless half army, we will be able to continue our mission to open a university in the land of Jazkat," said General Duncan the leader of the northern ghouls. "We will be able to disrupt the long-hair's production center this month regardless of the outcome here. The southern invasion will prevent the long-hairs from resupplying their troops." "We still want to build a campus in Jervbygd, its central location is critical for attracting a large number of applicants," said Professor Carbost. Dr. Carbost was spending his sabbatical founding the Jervbygd campus of the University of Zamora. He expects to return to Zamora at the end of spring term. "The invasion in the south should end the hostilities that have delayed opening the new school." The University's new campus was unexpectedly closed three months ago after the Jervbygd constabulary attacked students because the school was operating without filing an EIR with the mayor. The faculty and student body were last seen fleeing to the north to find protection from the ghoul army. ######################################################################## **** Gerr recaptured ***** The brave troops of the Northern wind have recaptured the jungle-provinse Gerr after several months of native terror. The high priest Chafin II blesses the troops who once more bring divine light to the dark jungles of Bananaland. After the last stand of General Muraoka in Olonek the preparation for a disiplinary mission has been going on in Skottskog. Elite troops have been shipped in from Vashcort and settlers have been trained in martial arts. War horses have been caught and trained. Mighty supplies have been stocked and the sacrifices to Agrik have been intensified. So now in the last month of Year 4 Gerr has been recaputered and the few natives that hadn't fleed have been captured and are now lead to the altars of Agrik. Chafin II says that he is not so angry on the Z1 natives, after all how can they recognise civilisation when they see it. Their primitive life style is not ment to prevail in the new Order of Agrik. What really annoyes the Chafin is the nobles from the Confused Houses that use the poor natives for their dark causes. Now just lets pray that the other provinses will be recatured soon so that their inhabitants can prosper under the guidiance of the Northern Wind ######################################################################## Awaken, Hansalia, for your Enemies are upon you! ------------------------------------------------ This message is to alert all factions numbered 246 and above that your very existence upon the face of Atlantis is in danger. The Central Continent, upon which The Big Guy has chosen to place you, has been discovered by the greatest evil on the face of Atlantis, Larson's Efficient Empire. He hides behind his economic articles, and his bland faction name, but he is the greatest threat that you will ever face. Even as we speak, his foul grasp extends eastward through your continent (dubbed Hansalia, by myself and my allies). Taking advantage of the close proximity of his home continent, he has seized the Northwest corner, and is groping for more. He already controls 2 swamps, 2 forests, and 2 mountains (soon to be 3). With this production base, it is only a matter of time before Hansalia is completely overrun by units with such bland names as "workers" and "Miners regiment". What can you do to prevent this atrocity? You must unite against this evil. Only by combining all of your strength together can you hope to survive. Below, I have provided a map of the Northwestern corner of Hansalia. I don't know exactly the range of Larson's armies, but he has virtually taken over production in Sarkanvale and Sines, and has some units in Vorabu. He is probably landing in Plattland, though this in unconfirmed. Hans Shadowspawn (15), leader of the Merry Pranksters (15), Member of the Esteemed Northwinds Council on World Peace and Diversity, and Concerned Citizen. (gdunbar@oracle.com) 13 14 15 10 ocean ~~~~~~~~ 11 ~Rantlu ~ ~plain ~ocean ocean ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 12 ~AltnaharAdrano Ipago ~pln pln pln ~ 13 ~~~~~~~~~Drammes Mulle ocean ~fst pln ~ 14 ~Zoda Sarkanva ocean ~swp mtn ~~~~~~~~ 15 ~PlattlanFlorina Sines ~fst swp mtn ~ 16 ~Zapulla ~~~~~~~~Vorabu ~pln ~ocean ~mtn ~ ~~~~~~~~ ######################################################################## In the halls of the mighty but crumbling Citadel, inhuman howls of rage broke, thundered, and echoed. Closer and closer they came, until red plaster cracked and crumbled from the high ceilings and the giant stones themselves shuddered as if in fear. Lord Vox, swelled to thrice his normal massive girth, rounded the corner just behind a stream of crazed, fleeing servants. One hapless lackey tripped, was seized in massive razor claws, and flung so hard against a wall that he instantly became indistiguishable from a crimson wall fresco pattern, of which there were quite a few in vaguely human shapes. Lord Vox was not a happy beast. In the wake of the giant engine of destruction, a crumpled scrap of paper swirled and floated delicately to the floor, landing in a puddle of gore. It was delicate, fine vellum, the type that can only be made from shaved, cured noble's skin (at least in Atlantis, where wood pulp is destined for other purposes). Were there any living observers nearby, and were they able to read the flowing script quickly before the note became soaked through with blood, they might have read: My Most Puissant Former Master, I, Hogli, prior Advisor to the Blood Throne, have few regrets in informing Your Maliciousness of my departure. You are perhaps unaware of my recent research into the magical arts, seeing as they have been a bit more subtle than your favored style of blaster-magic. Nonetheless, I have discovered a means of temporarily opening a gateway to an alternate Plane, one which will not be graced by your presence, I should think, as I take this particular secret with me. Of late, I have found the position of Advisor less rewarding, especially since Your Nefariousness chooses to supersede many of my recommendations. I remind you that I *told* you to advance to the mountain rather than return to the forest to feast on Larson's lumberjacks; now your ghouls are getting spanked and sent home. And if you'd waited and sent that extra galleon to the Moe crusade, you wouldn't be needing the massive reinforce- ments, since Big Moe would be gracing your cellars by now. Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you yesterday, your little expedition up to Gresiria got slaughtered. I probably should have mentioned the enemy had a tactician as good as your Raptor, but I was distracted by my spell research. Sorry. Do forgive me. Hope you don't mind, I borrowed 5000 silver for my little trip, you shouldn't miss it much, and it may help me get started in my new career as a sorcerer in the Unknown Land. Also some map paper. Good luck finding a new Advisor, I'm certain you'll have many volunteers for the position. Also, get those teeth of yours looked at, your breath is terrible. Have a Nice Day. With Sincere Apologies, Hogli, Gatemaster, Magus of the Crimson Robes. [follow further adventures of Hogli and the Crimson Robes in the Atlantis 2.0 Times. And rest assured, Lord Vox will get over his snit. Maybe.] ######################################################################## BEWARE THE GREAT EVIL IN MOUNTAINS! - Part 6 With assistance from my allies, a second dragon was destroyed this turn (but a replacement immediately awakened). A second dragon awakened in another mountain, increasing the dragon population to 7. It looks like the dragon situation will continue to get worse, until level 8 tacticians with crossbowmen can be stationed in each mountain. I drove Vox from my forest and will attack some of his galleons this turn in the plain to the north of the forest. Rumors abound that more forces are enroute, so I am preparing for further battles. The above report generated by the scribes of faction 59, "The Efficient Empire", formerly "Larson's Adventurers", reachable at "Bill_Larson@ncsu.edu" ######################################################################## Killing the Messenger. Rumours had spread a war was coming. Apparently huge armies had entered the continent. They had been looting and killing the local inhabitants. How come these men knew where to be? Something was wrong. For quitte a while now people had known things they should not know. Information was missing, finding its way to the wrong people. Suddenly Kyran realised. A fellow had been wandering around some time now. His nose had been seen a bit too often. Could it be this was our spy? The allies were informed. A meeting was called at once. This man, these men, had be gotten rid of. A special task force was formed, of which the security department of freaky Inc. was a member. There were to be several killings. two in Karothea, one in Glormandia. orders were given, the crew was set. -'Tasks accomplished, Sir'. ='We've succesfully gotten rid of three out of four...' -'four?' ='Yes, you forgot one! Let's hope this fellow doesn't run back, and get his big brothers. We'll be in deep shit then!' -'I'll get to right away, Sir' ='You better.' ######################################################################## =-=-= END TIMES 501 =-=-= ######################################################################## Up