Atlantis 2.0: Times 3 From: Geoff Dunbar <atlantis@rahul.net> Date: Tue, 07 Feb 1995 08:47:32 +0000 Atlantis 2.0 Times April, Year 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Game Master Notes: atlantis@rahul.net for information, problems, or to play. I'm warning you now that I will be out of town two turns from now (the February 19th turn), so there will be no turn that week. Bug Fixes This Turn: 1) Single quotes are now allowed in names and description. Parentheses and double quotes are still not allowed. 2) FORM orders that fail are now treated correctly. 3) ENTERTAINMENT now works. Additions This Turn: 1) Allies and Guardsmen now can prevent stealing and assassination attempts, if their Observation is high enough. 2) I have added 6 spells. There are now 12 spells altogether. 3) Unit numbers are now re-used. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "This was a bad idea," Melvin thought as he pulled his booted foot out of the mud. "Really bad," he continued to himself as he plunged his boot back into the swamp's sticky floor with his next step. Behind him a pair of elves was bouncing along, somehow not getting stuck, or even muddy. "Blasted elves," Melvin grumbled. "They could at least try to _look_ miserable." Melvin peered ahead. Was that a hut? "You," he said gruffly, pointing to the stockier of his followers. "Go check that thing out," Melvin pointed. The elf nodded solemnly and pranced over. Soon he was on his way back, with the oddest creature Melvin had ever seen in tow. It was an elf, Melvin guessed, but the shortest elf he had ever seen. And OLD. Melvin had never seen an old-looking elf before, so this one must have been truly ancient. "Help you, can I?" it asked. "I am exploring this land," Melvin answered, "and looking for people to follow my banner. Do others live nearby, or are you alone in this region?" "Alone?" the odd elf chuckled. "Yes, alone do I live. But others are near. Come. Show you will I." And with that, he set off through the swamp. Melvin and his small band had little choice but to follow, and soon enough they arrived at a small settlement. The residents were elves, but of a more normal height. Apparently they all lived in mud brick huts, much like the one that Melvin had first seen. The ancient elf stopped, and Melvin continued into the village. "This will do for now," Melvin decided. He turned around to thank his guide -- but he was gone. How odd. "Oh well," Melvin thought. "Time elves some to recruit." Smacking his head in disgust, he corrected himself: "Time to recruit some elves." And then, "I'll make a fighting force out of these mudrunners whether they like it or not." Melvin of the North Melvin's Marauders ------------------------------------------------------------------------ A carrier pigeon wings in from the mountains, down into the cold valley of Kashmar. Reviewing the note which was borne by the pigeon, the Captain looks up at his men. "Gentlemen, we have a home at last." "But sir," protests the Lieutenant. "The scout reports nothing but barren rock up there." "It'll be OUR piece of barren rock, though," replies the Captain. "Let all men know that the mountain of (2,18) is rightfully ours." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ At last, free of the confines of the accursed Atlantis City. It's not bad enough being cooped up with literally hundreds of other immigrants, many of whom are so utterly confused that they insist on defiling the very air with their incessant questions. No; the City Guard has to step in and stop a thief from doing an honest day's work. The outlying areas are definitely more to my taste. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chroniques de Tristam Sordesire : Ce mois fut pauvre en evenements,la cite de Sledmere est tranquille et nulle part on ne peut remarquer le moindre trouble. Les habitants restent cependant tres exigeant quand a la solde qu'ils reclame pour etre engage.Il ne fait pas de doute que l'affluence de ces aventuriers revant de faire le monde,de l'or plein leur bourse a fait flamber les prix. J'ai moi meme ete force de recruiter des gardes pour ma propre securite,cela suffira t'il ? L'avenir est plain de mysteres et de craintes et pendant que les dieux travaillent a parfaire le monde,ses habitants ne pensent qu'en terme d'alliance,d'or et de combat... La magie semble encore bien trop incertaine pour etre etudier maintenant,les dieux ne semblant pas eux meme avoir determine quelle en sera la puissance,les recherches de nos apprentis resteront elles sans succes ? Demain est un autre jour.... Tristam Sordesire ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PLANNING A JOURNEY? RELOCATING TO A LESS CROWDED REGION? CAN'T STAND TO LEAVE ALL YOUR WORLDLY GOODS BEHIND? YOU SAY YOU NEED A WAGON? Well folks, the The Teamsters, a subsidiary of Maurarhiannon Enterprises have just opened a new showroom just southwest of Monzon (12,12), a short jaunt through the Northwest gate of Atlantis City. Orders for new wagons are now being taken for May delivery. Don't be the last one on your block to own one. The price is negotiable [write now for your price quote] and barter is always a possibility. This message brought to you by faction 113, the Maurarhiannon. matthew@clark.net, sole authorized representative. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What a strange world this is, Boudiccea thinks, watching the crowd around her. What a noise, what a lot of people and races, and all trying to buy or to sell something. That's not the place I will stay, she thinks. I will watch a little bit and then move to some place, where nobody has ever been. I will buy a horse and look for some companions and then leave this city as soon as possible. And she is watching. She sees a lot of men buying sword and soldiers for war. She sees a lot of leaders buy supply for their expeditions. And she sees a lot of entertainment around her. But how to get the money to afford this things? Boudiccea feels dizzy for hunger. She buys some fish and bread. With deep sorrow she recognizes that money runs out quickly. But what to do, how to earn money? ___________________________________________________________ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE UNRELIABLE SOURCE Komarken (AP) - The senior ANL official quoted in this column last issue has disappeared. ANL sources report he is on a long "sabbatical", and stress that ANL has no connection to ABSTAIN. Sark de Sombreville (111) and Stormwatch (143), leaders of ABSTAIN, were not available for comment. Atlantis City (AP) - The city guards have clamped down on thievery in Atlantic City. Noted thief, Balitok the Deadly Shadow (130), complained, "The city watch has been all over me like flies on dung. Every time I try to lift a purse they jump down my throat." The City Council has stated that the sudden influx of visitors has lead to the crime crackdown. Atlantis City (AP) - Unreliable Source headquarters was the target of attempted arson last week. A group of 15-20 elves was sighted setting the fires, but were dispersed by the city watch. The fires were swiftly extinguished with only superficial damage to the building. The arsonists were not captured, but one witness described them as "high tech and combat trained." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Black Company (faction 124, hesiden@stoner.com) is always looking for a few good spells. We will trade information on spells and if your close by we will trade the spells themselves. We are a friendly bunch, if you see one of our scouts or our main body adventurers, say hi and we will buy you a beer and swap stories with you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tathos lead the three black robed men through the winding city streets towards the warehouse district on the riverfront. Three days ago, the three had hired him to manage the financial affairs of their group, a group dedicated to the study of the legendary magical arts. His first task was to find a suitable base of operations which fit the fledgling group's financial restrictions. It wasn't an easy task, but he had finally found such a place. As they rounded the next corner, he pointed out the small warehouse. "There it is. I know it doesn't look like much, but it's the only thing you can afford which will fit your needs." "It will do for now," replied one of the magi. As Tathos opened one of the side doors to reveal the interior, he continued, "I took the liberty of fixing it up a bit." Numerous old, worn tapastries split the main area of the warehouse into living quarters as well as common areas and work space. "I've converted the offices at the top of those stairs into a library and study rooms." "Excellent. This will do nicely for now. Good work Tathos. Send for our equipment and the rest of the men." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gurwan's travels Part I L'errance de Gurwan - Premiere partie >> The first biligual edition in Atlantis << Gurwan sighed as he saw some of his first fellows staying in Sledmere or heading towards what he thought was a normal life. They would join The Gathering. He would have given anything to be able to do so. Alas ! His fate was not to stop at his first step. His destiny awaits him. He doesn't know what kind of surprise to expect now. He had left the land of Breizh, not by his own choice, to try to find something. He didn't even know what kind of _thing_ he was looking for. This sounds like a ridiculous quest errand. He looked up in the sky, waving his fist at where he thought the Gods of destiny lied. And resumed his journey... Towards south he headed. Gurwan laissa echapper un soupir a la vue de ses compagnons de la premiere heure, restant a Sledmere, et enclins a poursuivre ce qu'il se plaisait a imaginer comme une vie normale. Ils feront partie du Rassemblement. Lui aurait donne cher pour pouvoir en faire autant. Mais son destin ne semblait pas etre de s'arreter des la premiere etape. Il ne savait d'ailleurs pas au juste quelle sorte de surprise pouvait maintenant l'attendre. Il avait quitte le pays Breizh, contre son gre, pour trouver quelque chose. Quelle chose ? Il n'en savait rien, ce qui lui faisait comparer sa situation a une quelconque et ridicule quete. Il leva les yeux au ciel, brandissant son poing, menacant, vers l'endroit ou, pensait-il, les Dieux du Destin vivaient. Il continua son chemin vers le sud. Voyagers from Breizh ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Balitok Missquote. BALITOK THE DEADLY SHADOW has expressed his unhappiness about allegations that he is involved in "theiving" activities in the city of atlantis, he said, "I've been missquoted, those damn reporters they think because your name sounds shadey that you are automatically a criminal. I'm a respectable businessman!!!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Editorial by Psmith Such criminal negligence cannot be ignored! Our reporters have discovered that one guard Smith trooper second class has allowed into Atlantis City one so called Lord Vox. This would not have happened if the voice of the Times had been ignored by councilors Smith, Smith, Smith and not least of all Smith! We will not be silenced! All foriegners must be expelled from Atlanti city NOW! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE TRAVEL JOURNALS OF H.HUMBOLDT --- PART I The Mystery of Orrebygd Having set out from Atlantis City into the northerly regions of our world, I came first to the town of Abernethy (8,17), a town of good size, well defended with 100 leaders on town guard, offering a good supply of fish, wagons, iron and herbs. Orcs and Leaders could be had for recruitment. From there I moved North-East to the township of Ettrick (9,16), which is considerably smaller, having a city guard of 50 leaders. The main products of Ettrick are iron and fish, and hill dwarves and leaders can be found for recruitment. The most interesting aspect of the whole region is its total isolation within the barren region of Orrebygd. Orrebygd to this day remains a total mystery to the traveller. It consists of swamp and desert areas and totally isolates Abernethy and Ettrick from the rest of the world. The vast swamps and deserts of Orrebygd stretch into all directions as far as a man's (dwarf's/elf's/orc's) eye can see, and no attempt to explore and chart these desolate regions has been made to date. Strange tales abound among the townspeople, of incredible riches to be found and of the most terrible dangers imaginable. It appears that the exploration and cultivation of these regions is one of the most challenging and potentially rewarding tasks for the population of Atlantis. H.Humboldt, President of NESA, Faction 135 (J.Theis@pmms.cam.ac.uk) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Join the Party! Karen sighed as she watched her followers snoring amidst a litter of drained bottles and empty food-pouches. "Wake up!" she screamed " Why are you not working?" "Work? Fair go missy.." groaned a tribesman ".I've got one hell of a hangover." "Hmmm.." she growled, as she surveyed the looted supplies " And how do you expect to study this month? The Party has no place for shirkers!" " 'The' Party? I thought I was joining 'A' party.." he joked "..Any rum left sweetie?" A shrill cry of shock and pain woke the others as Karen's whip cracked an ear from his head. Karen, Political Commissar (Atlantis2) who is in no way associated with Janet, Queen of North Karothea(Atlantis1) 'She who saves the planet breaks no laws.' ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Lady continues to smile upon us with small favour. After the alliance scouted the surrounding terrain, we found that the swamps and deserts continue for many leagues from Abernethy. They all are very poor in resources and peasantry, so our hope is small of ever accomplishing much here. I'll petition her again with many sweet sacrifices this month, and hope that our scouts return with news of more productive provinces. Perhaps it is time to delve into the old books I've feared so long to study, but it may only be those arts which will help us. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Komarken Tribune Vol. 1, Issue 3 ============================================================ The ANL Threat The presence of ANL in the Komarken area has sparked little but an occassional raised eyebrow. The promise and reported treaty with the city officials have not been caried through. The mighty ANL alliance has as yet shown to be little more than a couple of scruffy refugies from the mighty city of Atlantis. The Mystery of ABSTAIN The appearance and subsequent disappearance of the faction purported to be the voice of ABSTAIN has officials here in Komarken baffeled. The fact that close to a dozen other factions have disappeared at the same time has led the mayor to caution the city guards to be extra watchful for any activity by this group. Several of the locals have speculated that there must be at least 15 members of this dreaded alliance. Refugies from Another World The influx of refugies to Atlantis City, to include unsavory characters associated with the infamous Larson, Vox, Big Guy, among others, has not been lost on the inhabitants here in Komarken. It has been suggested to the people that they visit the local temple daily to pray that none of these rifraf darken this fair city. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What a puny island. It only took two month to find out that Galloway is surrounded by ocean. Not a forest in sight. Can even build a boat. And these people who call themselves the ANL want the place to themselves? Well they can have it. There is nothing of value here. I'd leave but I can't find a ship to get out. The only excitement around here is a cave. Might be an escape from this island. Might lead to a quick death from a dragon. Tundra. That is what the frozen north is made of. Tundra. Can barely even feed myself on tundra. How can I feed an army to defend myself from the ANL. Nuts! I forgot about ABSTAIN. Competition for a frozen island is ridiculous. I'm just going to have to hitch a ride on the first boat to come here. Hope the captain will be nice enough to take me someplace decent. I'd be happy if it just got warm this spring. Its going to be a long wait for a boat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Karamon walks about town, growing more and more frustrated. He reads reports in the Times about new cities, new alliances, and such happening all over the place. But he still doesn't know why he was sent here. The passing months makes him uneasy so he passes the time studying. "Perhaps Athena will make my purpose clear soon..." he thinks to himself. Karamon then decides to put a sign up: "ANY FACTIONS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN EXPLORING THE UNKNOWN, NOT CLAIMING TERRITORY, IS INVITED TO SPEAK WITH KARAMON, SERVANT OF THE MEEKEST OF MEN." james@gdnet.ucla.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Etherical Circus has now moved to Stinchar. Any people here interested in alliance with a non-specialised faction let me know. Let's keep dancing in the streets. [m.ofoghlu@ucg.ie] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Swamp & Desert Tours Inc. welcomes you to come enjoy the wonderful countryside surrounding Abernethy. For a mear $5000, we'll take you to: - The Slime Bog - The tribal elf village - See the dreaded sand leach. - The acid waterholes. - The hottest place in atlantis. (Really!) So don't delay, and bring wads of $, because we don't take Atlantean Express. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Picts will consider anyone in the Monzon area for alliance or friendship Factions are advised to make there intentions know to Chieftan Dubh, (c/o adress below) For Sale, 1 high elf, weaponsmith (skill 2) and 1 high elf armorer (skill 2) (in Atlantis city) seek to join a faction friendly (or in alliance with) the Picts. They both love children (though preferably in a whisky sauce). Will accept money, goods or people. Wanted in the Monzon area A leader, skilled in healing, observation, stealth, tactics or combat is wanted to teach a group of Picts. Also : cheap armour and weapons. and transport. Have you seen.. The Picts wish to seek Dunedan, their 'fort on the hill'. Any sightings (or potential builders) should make contact. On offer for the above is money or protection. Offers to be made to Chiefan Dubh The Picts c/o pdxark@evol.nott.ac.uk Slainte Mhath! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Have you tried to TRADE with another character, only to be ripped off? Would you like to participate in inter-player trading, but are nervous about the "blind faith" system of trade? If so, contact the BETTER COMMERCE BUREAU ????? What is the BCB?: The BCB is a non-profit, loosely knit alliance of factions who have agreed to share information about the quality of their inter-player trades. In return, upon their request, members can receive an updated copy of the Trading Evaluation List. ????? What is the TEL? The TEL is a compilation of member's trading reports. The TEL contains a list of factions, the number of 'honest' inter-player trades involving this faction which have been reported to the BCB, and the number of 'dishonest' trades reported to the BCB. In short, the TEL gives you an opportunity to evaluate the good faith trading of another player--thereby limiting the power of dishonest, theiving factions. ????? How do I participate? Anytime you participate in inter-player trade, send an evaluation of the trade (i.e., did your partner fulfill his/her side of the bargain) to the BCB. Whenever you wish to trade with a new partner, contact the BCB for its latest TEL. ????? How much does it cost? The BCB is totally non-profit, so at the present time it's ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!!! Contact the BCB with your trading news BETTER COMMERCE BUREAU staplefo@spencer.me.udel.edu (be sure to include "ATLANTIS: BCB" in your Subject line) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------- + The Chronicles Of Zarathos The Sage Master - Part Two + ------------------------------------------------------------------- Zarathos looks up from the weighty tome he is studying at the Elf lounging insolently in a chair opposite him. "So Lothar, what have you to report this month?" "Nothing, my Lord", replies the Elf. He smirks. "Nothing? But didn't I tell you to take your men and scout out the surrounding area?" "Well, yes, my Lord. Sort of. But you see, there must have been a mix up in the orders. I mean, they weren't really _clear_ you see, so me and the lads, well we thought..." "Yes..." And in that one word, a wealth of meaning is carried. It knocks the Elf out of his stride, and he senses that danger has entered the room. His eyes rise to meet those of Zarathos, and suddenly he is a small mammal facing a snake, bewitched, helpless. Valiantly, he continues. "Er, well, we just thought we would, er, scout out the city, er, that is, check out the locale, um, well, lounge around for a month really...", he finishes lamely. "So Lothar, please tell me why I shouldn't just blast you into little pieces this moment?", asks Zarathos in an amiable tone. Lothar turns white as all the blood rushes from his face. He contemplates his impending doom. "Please my Lord, don't do that. I'll just go and get the lads, if we hurry we can be gone this evening...", he looks at Zarathos, pleading. "Very well then. Go. But Lothar - please don't fail me again." As Lothar rushes out of the room with a new sense of purpose in his heart, Zarathos leans back in his chair, a grim smile on his face. He thinks, good job he doesn't know there aren't any first level energy spells..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE ATLANTEAN ENQUIRER The mid-turn magazine of Atlantean news, rumours, gossip and just plain lies. If you couldn't take the traffic of atl-players mail-list, or need to hear the latest news and gossip BEFORE you write your orders, subscribe to The Atlantean Enquirer. Send no money, Now. Get the news in ONE tidy midweek package. Subscribe today, and get the next action packed edition, where we uncover the shocking truth about the Atlantis-Mapping Package for Windows; continue our Interview with the Viper (Lord Viper reveals all about his Life, loves and how the assassins guild can change your life!); and generally rake muck and upturn stones. We also accept unsolicited news articles, anonymous tipoffs, political disinformation, and unattributed threats, bluffs and warnings. If you need to send a clear message to the opposition, but don't want your name associated with it, just drop a line to The Editor, at pfleming@eros.otago.ac.nz your confidentiality is assured We're also looking for Columnists, and unnamed sources close to the President. How much does it cost to subscribe? Nothing How much will The Enquirer pay for information? Nothing Here's a list of the headlines from the first two editions ELVIS SIGHTED IN KOMARKEN!! SEAMONSTER SIGHTED IN STINCHAR PILE UP IN SLEDMERE CARTOGRAPHERS CONSORTIUM CAUGHT SHORT GOLD RUSH IN KASHMIR CENTAURS DISCOVERED IN RANTLU INTERVIEW WITH THE VIPER MAGICKAL CRYSTAL BALL DISCOVERED Just remember we get the news first. -Maximus Tiberius Murderoch, editor send mail To: The Editor pfleming@eros.otago.ac.nz ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The alliance of free factions that is based in Kashmar is proud to announce that we are open to all new factions entering Kashmar.We will provide you mutual teaching soon and in a year buildings are going to be built for our protection.You'll be soon be happy that you have joined us.Your independence is kept in our alliance so you have nothing to lose.All kind of factions and specialisations welcome. Our temporary representative faction 181 andrew@hra.ergasya.tuc.gr ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Letter to the editor, As a recently arrived visitor to Atlantis City I was disgusted to discover that the City Guards, in whom we are all supposed to trust, are completely incompetant. During the course of the last month I was the victim of theft. The City Guards stood idly by and let some filthy thief steal $200 from my organisation. As a member of a peace loving faction I have to trust the guards to protect me. If I cannot trust the guards then I may have to spend money which could be used for research on hiring mercenaries. I can only hope that if it should come to armed confrontation, that the guards will be more effective at protecting the citizens of the city from bodily harm than they are at protecting them from theft. Signed -Edmund, Chief Apprentice, Magicians Attaining Greater Enlightenment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Still going strong: THE CARTOGRAPHER'S CONSORTIUM ! When you go out on a long series of travels and explorations, what should you never leave home without? No, it's not the Atlantis Express(TM) card. A Map! All travelers should have as accurate a map as possible. Well, here at the Cartographer's Consortium, we're endeavoring to put together such a map. But, we can only do it with your help. So, we're asking you to send in a copy of the reports from areas you have recently explored. In return, you'll get the up-to-date compilation of all Consortium entries. We're over 18 actual contributing members strong, as of when this ad was placed (Saturday, 2/4/95). We currently have economic data on all six cities radiating from Altantis, and many other regions (about 10 so far, I think), plus mapping data on all their neighboring regions. Cartographer's Consortium also realizes that there may be others of you out there considering setting up similar enterprises, posting to this very same issue of the Times. Well, "Cooperation" is our middle name at Cartographer's "Cooperation" Consortium. We want to pool our efforts with you. We realize that the more sources of information there are in such endeavors, the more information results. Get in touch, and we'll try to be in touch if you've just run your advertisement in the TIMES. Due to inundating mail flows, however, please write us if you get the chance. We're particularly looking to exchange mapping info for maps or mapping technology. Write for info now. The CCC can currently be reached at "tim.hruby@his.com". Please include the prefix "CCC:" in your subject line. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dateline: March, 2301 Place: Atlantis City LETTER TO THE EDITOR from Quentin de Abernethy Dear Syre, "By all the stars!" as my ancient Trigan mentor used to say in times of great stress and wonderment. And I feel that the current times are of great wonderment and stress indeed. The influx of strangers to our once quiet domain and the outpouring of clueless hordes into the Atlantean firmament are very big changes to get accustomed to. Is it too much to ask "who is responsible for this chaos?" Is there some elven lackey in Atlantis City (a place I have no great urge to return to, even if The Way was opened to me) who decided that mayhem on this grand scale would be the best thing for our peaceful land? If so, as they used to say in the fabled dreamworld Urth, "I didn't vote for it". Yours, Q de Abernethy esq. (Editor's comment: And we wouldn't want you back in Atlantis City even if you could master the manna. There's such a thing as progress, and all living things must grow and adapt, otherwise how do we distinguish them from the non-living?) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ATLANTIS CLASSIFIEDS PERSONAL: To my Beloved Rolana, please come back, I love you with all my heart, and I'm sure the "Polymorph self to newt" spell will wear off soon. -Mordon the archmage. FOR SALE: Suit of Blue Dragon scale armor. Makes wearer invulnerable to all forms of attack. Never been used. So if you are a Blue dragon, come on down to Zach's bargain armoury in South Sledmere and try it on. If it fits, it's yours for only $19.95! FOUND: 1 pet shih-tzu basilisk. Please come and claim it soon. Two of my three sons have been turned to stone already. This better be one heck of a reward. FOR SALE: Plate Mail. 40 silver per set. Made of fine china plates and imported. Order now and get a coordinating tea service. Brought to you by Rognuldr and the Knights of Ni. (laufer@cooper.edu) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ============================================================================= ************************ * The Viper's Venom #1 * ************************ For some time now, I had been planning the journey. My portal had put me in touch with two other beings of immense power and evil, and together we had pacted to journey to the new-found Atlantis, to claim it as our own, and to found a new Empire. We have heard that mystical portals have been appearing before many champions of great power, not just in our own universes, but in others we were not even aware had existed! Such a challenge could not be resisted! The chance to overcome such odds, and bring a new Empire to a key asset such as Atlantis was a magnificent opportunity to increase our own power. It was the second month since the portals had appeared, and all was prepared. I recited the final incantation inscribed on the portal, and a bright flash blinded me! As my vision returned, I found myself standing in a shaded alley. Nearby were two other figures; I turned warily to face them. The first, a gigantic man standing fully 8 feet tall, stepped forward and raised his hand in greeting. "Well met, Lord of the Sith" rumbled the Giant, "I welcome you as an Ally!" "And you, Lord Horus" I replied, "are equally a welcome companion! Does our third member still prefer the shadows?" "I do not!" responded the remaining figure. As it stepped forward, I could not believe my eyes! In all our communication, it had always remained hidden in shadows, and now I saw why - it was a Droid! But this was no ordinary automaton - the look in its eyes, and the smile on its pale, humanlike face showed me that this too was an agent of great evil and power. "Not as I had expected." I stated. "What would you have us call you, droid?" "I am no *mere* droid!" countered our new companion "as you shall see. And as to what you may call me - you may address me as Lore! I propose our alliance shall make this world ours alone!" A silence followed, which was eventually broken by the deep rumble of the Warmaster, Horus... "Come, there is much to be done. Let it begin!" And so it began..... Viper Dark Lord of the Sith, ============================================================================= People who are lucky to still be alive :- - Leif Skalwykker, who will be converted to the Dark Side... - The thieves who gave away the secret of survival in Atlantis city. - The Atlantis City Guards, who are currently in our way. - A High Elf known as Vivaldi, for overly-amusing satire. And Finally :- - Mr Azzoom, for being late! ============================================================================= ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Carioca awoke with a massive hangover. During the last mounth he had spent enough to keep two elves in food and clothing, but had nothing to show for it. No arms, no armor, no training, and no followers, NOTHING. as he dragged himself out of bet he vowed neve to drink again (and to allways put his faction # after "#atlantis"). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO o o O CULTURAL CHRONICLES: O o -------------------- o O I KNOW GOD'S NAME O o o OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Somefaction whose sad sad name I won't write accused me of being an uncultured vulgar amateur. Now I recuse this by proving I can speak wisely of the most important subject on life after Real Fun: I mean theology. I know God's name. I know God's address. I know how to pray God. I was personnaly contacted as I awoke to Life. Is this a gift that could have befallen a simple poor uncultured vulgar amateurish buffoon ? Yes, God answers to my prayers : - First, He quotes me. It is a great honour for me. - Then He answers me. I always wonder at this miracle. - Finally He quotes me again ! My rapture has no limit. Here is the second proverb of Atlantis : Quoted twice Can't have vice And that's me. Now, let's be modest. As a joker I am jokulturing my skills, and Barnacle Turing is barnaculturing his skills, but in front of God we're both vulgar amateurs. POST-SCRIPTUM : Hey, Old Barnacle, I went to your spectacle and I cleverly managed not to pay a silver... ;^> By Geoff! I swear I didn't know the other spectators did know the trick, too. But rejoice! you are freely invited to the next grand show of the Jokomicalaughunny Buffoons. - Acrobatty the Rigolo, and the Jokomicalaughunny Buffoons (229). ------------------------------------------------------------------------ My Fellow Traders and Merchants, It was with mixed hope and trepidation that i read in the last issue of the Times the suggestion by Consolidated Trading & Distribution of the formation of a blacklist. While i agree most strongly that such a method of ensuring fair trade is indeed needed in these troubled times,i must confess my doubts about the creation of such a list in the manner suggested by CT&D.Would CT&D alone be responsible for the maintenance of such a list ? How then,my brother Merchants,can we be sure tha such a measure against corruption and foul play is itself free of corruption..? I would not like to find myself placed on such a list simply because my own trading enterprises were in direct competition with those of CT&D and while i may indeed be doing that noble company a disservice,it is still a possibility that must be faced. Might i suggest that if such a list is formed then all of us who support the list should be given a vote on any decision about placing a company on the list, and that we should all recieve,as well as an updated list,a copy of the votes so that we can be sure any such decision was made fairly ? While this would slow the proccess down somewhat,i must say that without such measures(or any better suggestions if any have one)i could never be certain of the validity of such a list... It is not my intention to offend those at CT&D,but i will not pay any heed to such a list managed by one merchant company,and urge my fellows to do likewise. Yours in the cause of fair trading.. Slaine Mac Roth Tir na Iar Traders u15mjm@abdn.ac.uk ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Come one, Come all, the Grand Atlantis Traveling Circus has arrived in Atlantis City. With appearances beginning in May, we will begin our tour of the world's greatest cities. We will do private engagements as well, contact William Annedile for more information. William Annedile, Proprietor, GATC. (244) [sszabo@sitvxc.stevens-tech.edu] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saludos a todas las facciones: Habla la Alianza Hispana. Somos un grupo de jugadores hispanohablantes de ambos lados del Atlantico (y del charco). Hemos formado una Alianza que queremos que sea poderosa, por lo que estamos abiertos a nuevos miembros (gordos y jugosos, para comerlos mejor). Nos gustan las mujeres y el vino, y conseguir la union de los pueblos en hermandad para luchar contra el malvado enemigo comun (o sea, el extranjero). Oficialmente no tenemos (todavia) un objetivo definido (bueno, crear un lugar donde pillarnos un ciego del copon), excepto crear un santuario en algun lugar apropiado desde el que extender nuestras garras (intentaremos que este lugar este dentro de Atlantis world). Los aspirantes a neofitos de nuestra orden deben mandar su e-mail a la Alianza Hispana. Nuestra Secta religioso-cultural-economico-politico-militar-mejillonera y otras cosas os Saluda. Bye. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As president of the Atlantis Guild of Professional Entertainers (AGPE), I feel compelled to respond to the scurrilous remarks made against our organization by Acrobatty the Rigolo in last month's issue of the Times. While there is certainly a place for improvisational comedy in entertainment, it is a very shallow mind that fails to comprehend the value of serious entertainment; that is, entertainment designed to provoke thought, and to stir the soul. That said, we wish to assure members and potential members that comedians and jongleurs are very welcome in our organization, as long as they conduct their business in a professional, responsible manner, and as long as they demonstrate a suitable degree of competence in their profession. Due to the public nature of Acrobatty's attack on the AGPE, I think it is only fair to reveal that Acrobatty applied for entrance into the AGPE and was rejected. This accounts for his antagonism toward us. We found his material to be amateurish - even adolescent; and we judged his character to be irresponsible and ethically suspect (be sure to watch your pockets if you go see him and his Buffoons!). And as for his "poetry"... check for yourself. It makes no sense, and it doesn't even rhyme! Yours most sincerely and seriously, Barnacle Turing (faction 32) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Atlantis City Research Group present : THE FIRST CONFERENCE ON ATLANTEAN PHYSICS AND GEOGRAPHY "A New Challenge for Humanoid Finding Spirit" The following topics will be adressed : - What is our world's shape ? A disc, a sphere, a tore, or something else even stranger ? - Can mutiracial factions overwhelm racial hatred ? - Will Lord Vox's Minions be as stupid in this new world as in the former one ? Every opinions on this topics are welcome. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To those who unsubsribed from the players list in frustration over the amount of mail pouring in: the level of messages seems to have dropped to a steady half-dozen a day. So perhaps you might want to reconsider now that the initial wave of intense excitement appears to have crested. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Komarken Chronicle Despite the cold weather the undertaking of slowly turning Komarken into a prosperous city was started when several 'adventurers' came to the city to seak fame and fortune (mostly the latter). Law and order is maintained by 100 well-armed guards. So beware all thiefs and assasins. Do not enter Komarken. The Council also has also taken steps to ensure that the surrounding areas will be given guards to make sure that no thiefs try and attack peaceful travellers. The rumours of an Lair full of Dragons just outside Komarken is just rumors. However we will send troops to investigate this strange place in the summertime. Until then lets hope for peace in Atlantis. The Knights of Nih, Faction 4. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The two nomads looked at one another. "Do you think it's a trick?" "How could it be? I mean look at him. The guy's one of those leader types... he probably just got cocky." "Ya, but he's got four horses and doesn't even have a sword or another member of his faction within earshot. I think it's got to be a setup." "There's only one way to find out," grunted the second nomad as he gathered himself to spring. The first sighed, grabbed his sword, and also leaped to attack. ----- While not given to petty theft or murder on a normal basis, the sight of a single mounted unarmed individuals in an area that has no horses available caused a unit of "Ulric the Conquerer" to go renegade. Be it hereby known that the Unit 1201 of the Faction "Ulric the Conquerer" (40) has claimed the Galloway region 28,3 for its own purposes. These nomads are no longer in control of the Faction leader, and he cannot be held responsible for their actions. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ La naissance d'un voyageur Tolendar was waking up. His dream was strange, the last thing that he remembered was ... was what ? Yes, what did happen to him ? His memory was very wooly. He was on an island with a tower. He was on it to find the fabulous Mueringen's treasure. With his companions, Flarmoth, Benedict and Arne, they had rescued a little blond girl who they called "Jeunesse"... but they did not found the tresor. They had defeated the Sirens in a bloody fight, where Arne was injured and The old Plankahrt was killed and eaten by the sirens. These monsters were now some pet for the sharks... After, they had taken their small boat to go back to the Esmeraldie. But, the boat was caught in a terrible storm ; a mallow mist had them clutched, a "dechirure du temps", and the boat was began to fall, to fall, to fall. Then, the boat was stopped its fall, slowly, like in a dream, and now, it lied on an small pool. Tolendar's companions were still alived, but like him, they were shocked. They have gained the barge. Henceforth, they were on a new world that they did not see before. They known that they would never seen again their previous land, but they used of this fact, one called them "Les voyageurs" ! To be continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ STOP PRESS! There is blood on the streets of Komarken. Federal agents are investigating the possible involvement of organised gangs. Stay tuned for further updates. - Dwayne Scribbly, Ace Reporter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Corwyn rested his head against the left horse's flank and continued to mutter. "I _know_ I told 'em ta keep goin' and not worry about me. An' I s'pose 'tis a tribute of some sort that me friends'll listen so well. But I do wish they might not o' listened quite so well, so I do. Who'd a thought a broken axle could could cost a man so much time?" He looked ruefully at the now-repaired wagon. "Well, this time it's out o' the city and t'Monzon for certain-sure! GEE-YAP!" And once again, Corwyn's tired wagon and rested horses essayed the Monzon Gate of Atlantis City... Meanwhile, in Monzon, a confused group of new arrivals mill around. "Well, I dunno, he said, 'Go to Monzon and I'll meet you there with more orders.' So here we be -- but where is he? I mean, the pay seems to show up and we're all getting fed -- but I'm starting to get bored. And those two with the funny glasses give me the creeps." At mention of their eyewear, Lexington and Vegas raise their heads from their drinks and stare for an uncomfortable time at the complainer. Suddenly, the largest of the crew of new arrivals stands. "Now, listen to me, all you stalwarts of 3M! We all signed on because the life, the work, the adventure, the _dream_ that Corwyn Tinker spoke of ignited a forge-fire in our souls! So what if he's not yet here? Must he always follow behind us, puffing his bellows to fan our flames? Can we not feed the fire he lit with our own internal resources? Can we not, starting here and now, begin hammering into shape the substance of his dream, using no more than the heat of our desires and the anvil of adversity? I say, let us DO! And when Corwyn DOES arrive, let him find that his Endeavour is indeed well begun, and let the sounds of Industry fill the air!" With a mighty cheer, the forces of Monzon Mining and Manufacturing (small perhaps in number, but LARGE in spirit) pour through the doors of The Leaning Fir tavern and storm the streets of Monzon, searching for the proper places to begin laying the foundation for the mighty Mercantile Enterprise. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a Missing Faction Notice 8) I am looking for ChaosUnInc. Really sorry pal, but I've forgotten which of the 8 factions I am communicating with is ChaosUnInc. Can you mail me ?? Grey Death Mercenaries Faction 58 email : thamkuof@iscs.nus.sg ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The gate opened, shimmering, pulsing grey/silver/blue. The leathery old man stared, then permitted himself a single tight smile. Then the exhaustion hit. He had barely strength to heft the purse, heavy with silver stolen from his Lord's coffers, and the bundle of clothing, and stagger through the fading gate, before falling unconscious. Hogli awoke with a flash of terror. The silver! He thrashed, twitched, his limbs not working properly, then felt the purse still under his left arm. "Thanks to Agrik, or whatever strange gods rule this new realm..." Hogli thought to himself. Without the silver there would be no dream, no new life. He knew well how peasants were treated in the old realm, and he expected no differences here. Hogli called on his last reserves of arcane strength to conjure a tiny gate, just large enough to pass the purse into. The silver would reside always nearby but always out of reach of the common thief...a most useful little spell, Hogli mused. Lord Vox would have appreciated the gift. He gave a small shudder, still unable to fully believe he had escaped his dread Lord's reach. Any moment he expected to feel the claws on his shoulder. Hogli staggered out of the alleyway, into the streets of Atlantis City. A good night's rest first, bought with change from a silver. A primitive meal, then a foray into the insanely crowded marketplace. A few horses, for which he paid an exhorbitant sum. And then the ride, through mystical Gates that he could not understand or decipher. The weary searching through the icy streets of Komarken, trying to find men who, like Hogli, desired more than a straw bed and a night of drunken pleasure. And then, finally, the night of the Ritual of Binding. Hogli's skills as Advisor had paid off well; he had many new friends, some with dreams of conquest, some with dreams of riches, and others, like himself, who dreamed of arcane power, of weaving patterns of beauty and potency. Not all these friends could be bound to service; but these three companions had made the choice, and that was enough for now. Hogli handed each of the three a soft robe of deep crimson, keeping one for himself. The robes were actually stolen from Agrik's temple, robes the sacrificial maidens used to wear for their final journey to Lord Vox's hunger; but his new disciples had no need for that particular knowledge. In this new land, they would symbolize not death but knowledge. The ceremony was seen by no outsider, and cannot be spoken of further. But that night, under the cold north moon, in a secret courtyard in Komarken, the Order of the Crimson Robes was born. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Karak stepped out of the inn. The sun was shining, the air was chill. It was a good day to be alive. He and his companions had survived the storm, and found there way to a city. Karak wasn't sure what city, but its name did not matter at all. What mattered was that it was a city, with inns and shelter and food. The company just completed several days of rest during which plans for the future were made. Karak was to ride the farthest and set up shop like the rest of them. He was going to study magic in this world and look for a way back to TBG. Karak rode silently with his companion. Both were silent, yet they shared a common bond. Both served cruel masters, both wished to be free. Karak could barely remember what it was like to be free, doing as he pleased. He had served TBG so long, he had forgotten what it was like to have to worry about the future, to make decisions, to fend for one's self. He liked it. He liked it alot. His urgent need to return to TBG began to fade, if just a little. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Denbigh, priest of the Purple Snowflake, servant to his otherWorldly creator, Centre to the `Aitches 'for the Eyes, Friend to The Eggshell and Bani Ghassan, and being of The Gathering, born to the world of Atlantis two months past, remains attentive to his charge of the recruitment of the three Pillars. Still in awe as the settling of chaos which was our newly known Atlantis, the progress of the Church has been halting, as the very nature and firmament of this place and its people undergoes transition even as yet we grapple to grasp its intricacies. Our position in the Gathering assured, even as our presence among it is delayed, plans continue toward the construction of our house of worship and learning, even as dialogue of relations among our fellow visitors to this plane continue in earnest. Centre Denbigh (mailto:landt@acf4.nyu.edu) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Adventurers of "John Doe" - Continued The sun had not yet risen when "John Doe" departed Komarken. As he rode out he thought to himself, "With three oceans adjacent to the city, I am going to have to be careful. I can't believe those who write and complain about being adjacent to 4 deserts, they at least have twice the travel options." His steed moved swiftly through the tundra. Winter was over, so the tundra was behind him in only 2 weeks and he entered a fertile plain. Most importantly, he was alone. He traveled on until he spied a sleepy village of plainsmen. A curious crowd gathered as he rode into their village. "Greetings, valiant plainsmen. This fair province shall be protected against all who would seek power. Join me and oppose the ANL and ABSTAIN. Live free or die." Within minutes the maximum number of recruits were raised and training started. That evening, John Doe and his new officers had their first staff meeting. "Gentlemen, we have a simple strategy. 'Get there firstest with the mostest'. It worked for Colonel Forrest, it will work for us. Any who dare enter our plain will be immediately killed. Even if they claim and recruit, they can at most recruit but half the recruits. The next month we kill their recruits. Since we already have one full month of recruiting, we should have a 3 to 1 advantage in numbers. We keep this up, until we are left alone." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The scroll is unfolding, the powers of darkness and light strengthening. Many are the powers of evil that are seeking to dominate this land. To combat this is my goal in this world! The forces of good will overcome to usher a new age of peace, prosperity and freedom! Let all who share in this dream heed the call to arms and join the forces of good as we combat ABSTAIN and the demons of Kashmar! Let all those with the fortitude to stand up to oppression and cruelty take heed of this call and join the Magma the Archmage of Sage, and I, GIBOR, THE STRENGTH OF THE GODS, as we prepare for the fingal battle between good and evil! Let all those who posess the qualities of faith, honor and integrity respond to all others by mailing GIBOR, THE STRENGTH OF THE GODS, at ORGEL@COOPER.EDU. I await your call as destiny brings together the the light to prevail over the shadows! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CLEARANCE SALE NOW IN MONXON! Consolidated Trading and Distribution is having a warehouse clearance sale on longbows. If you're in Monzon, why pay the exorbitant rate the local merchants are charging. We can supply you with 5 high quality ATlantean long bows that come complete with 32-page glossy instruction manual, a short video of Elvon archers demonstrating the power and effectiveness of a well-used long bow, historical reading material on archery through history, and for one week only a complete set of Ginsu knives absolutely free! How much would you pay for these fine quality bows? Well don't answer yet, because you also receive Elvon Presley's new CD box set containing 150 of the King's most cherished hits from the Dark Ages. If you act now, we guarantee that we will invent the CD player within the next 15 years so you can play your new treasury of bardic wonders. So act right away. Send your bid to CT&D c/o bartlett@dorsai.org, declare faction 78 friendly and we can do business. Sale ends Friday, void where prohibited, must be eighteen or racial equivalent or older to participate, illegal in Nevada. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well, after spending 2 months here in this brave new world and accomplishing nothing, it is time that my leader provide some results. With the new rules and a brand new pair of glasses he will finally sit down this turn and learn the nuances of this version of the game. Hopefully he will do something this turn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FLOOD WARNING: The Atlantis Foundation for Geographical Studies feels bound to issue the following warning: substantial portions of the known land mass of Atlantis are prone to seismic activity. Severe tremors are likely to be triggered by the spring snow melt, leading us to predict a 50% probability of significant flooding and possibile major subsidence problems in the next two or three months. In a worst case scenario it is possible that most of Atlantis could become submerged beneath the oceanic waters. Remember, you heard it here first. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Adventures of Elmo The story so far: Elmo, disgusted with Atlantis City, rides to the wondrous city of Sledmere, only to find it, too, infested with elves. Chapter 3 ========= Elves! I gotta get out of here... Well, let's give Nag a bit of a rest first. I could spend a day or two finding out what's what around here... -*+*- Hm. An alliance, eh? Yeah, I suppose I could go along with that. Hmm. Questionaire?!? Fine, fine, whatever. "Are you willing to slaughter widows and orphans?" "Which is the preferred use of magic: senseless bloodshed, or obscene greed?" Yadayadayada... Sounds like a decent alliance to me, just don't get in my way... -*+*- Assignments, already? Scouting's for squids. Well, there's gotta be some sucker around here willing to... Hey! Yeah, you! Get over here! Ready for action, kid? Ready for the big time? OK. Get on this horse, ride as fast as you can out of town, and let me know what you find. That-away. Here, take this carrier pigeon. Yeah, I always carry a few with me... Alliances, what a pain. Still, the maps are handy... -*+*- About time I learned something about this place. Let's check out the local library... Lessee, "Mining for morons". No. "Herb lore"? Boring. "How to make dangerous weapons"? I'll let the suckers do the fighting... Ah, here we go. Magic, that's a subject worth learning! What do we got? Mind, Body, Energy... -*+*- Wow, expensive book. I'm leaking money like a sieve. Elmo, it's time to make use of that business acumen of yours. Hm... You! With the goofy hat! Congratulations, you're part of my new fall line-up. You know how to sing, act, dance? Well, start learning! Yes, it's real gold... -*+*- OK, it's going to take a while to get a hang of this Magic stuff. I guess I'm going to be sitting around here for a while... They even _smell_ elfy. Chapter 4 ========= Man, oh man. A month of hitting the books, and what do I have to show for it? Nada. Well, I might as well grab another book, I suppose. -*+*- OK, let's see what the kid's note says. Good thing he knows how to write... Ah, here we go. "Beautiful forest, nestled in the mountains, overlooking the beach. The sea elves have invited me to dinner. Having a wonderful time, wish you were here." Bah. You can't swing a dead horse without hitting an elf. All right, let's see. "Dear Kid: Keep going. -- Elmo." Short and sweet; that's more like it. On your way, bird. -*+*- Denny! Show me your stuff! Hmm, not bad. You no longer sound like a pig being stuffed into a forge... Why don't you keep working on it. Once you can actually keep a beat, maybe you can get a combo together. -*+*- Our "alliance" has a name... Whoop de doo. Should have been called "House Paperwork"... I think I prefer my own name: House DBM. Don't Bother Me. Still, some of these guys are planning on raking in some big bucks. If they're into sharing a piece of the pie, I'm all for it... [To be continued.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Order of The Purple Robes Presents: "Hatred's Flying Circus" Yes, Thats right. The circus has come to Komarken. When you enter our circus tent you will be dazzled by spectacular feats of strength and courage. You will be amused by our famous clowns, You will humbled by our large herd of Elephants, our acrobats and jugglers will amaze you. Our wourld famous Circus Flyers will keep you on the edge of your seat as the defy the laws of gravity. SPECIAL ATTREA|TION: This month only, come and see one of the seven wonders of the world. The one and only Large Marge. She is the fattest bearded woman in the world. Come one, come all the THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!!!!! +============================================+ + Dave Johnson fizban@ins.infonet.net + +============================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -- Geoff Dunbar <atlantis@rahul.net> Up