Atlantis Times v1.1 v01n06 From: JJC%MPA15C@MPA15AB.mv-oc.Unisys.COM Date: Mon, 10 Jan 1994 05:27:20 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 1 Number 6 =-=-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: Just a couple of notes. First off, you should get a notice of payment for Atlantis Times submissions. See your reports. Please don't forget to tell me what unit to pay for submissions. From now on, I will not figure out a unit to pay for times submissions. You can put the unit in either the subject or body of the message. Remember to send orders to atlantis-orders@heffalump. I had some orders sent to atlantis-gamemaster@heffalump. Finally, all times submissions should be limited to 72 characters per line. My mailer folds lines longer than 72 characters. - TBG ######################################################################## KESWICK -- Davon Hillman Resigned As University President After a shakey first month in office, the faculty, staff and students of Atlantis University have called for University President Davon Hillman's resignation citing incompetence and possible criminal misappropriation of funds. Miles Fortwrite, Dean of the Collage of Mining and Agriculture and spokes person for the protest, "Somehow, the Observation Department was allocated funding that was intended for Captain Kramer's Arms Collage. This on top of the Blacksmith Deparment SNAFU that resulted in all Weaponsmith classes needing to be canceled pretty much nailed the lid shut." Hillman will turn the reigns over to Golan Trishton head of the Magic Department in mid to late June. Let's all hope that Golan can do a better job. Students Organize Tuition Drive For the entire month of June students at AU will be holding a number of events to support the Gillman Tuition Fund. Plays, musical events, comedians and entertainment of all kinds will be presented. Chip Miller, Student Council President, "We hope the people of Keswick will turn out to support us. There are a lot of kids out there who need the tuition." The drive will continue thruogh June ending with Monty Carlo Night on June 30th. ######################################################################## Extrait des Chroniques Alchimiques de Sark de Sombreval: (...)Lors que tous ces mois furent passes a l'etudes des Arcanes Magiques,elles finirent par me livrer quelqu'uns des leurs sombres et terribles secrets.Maintenant je comprends que cet art soit tant deteste par la populace paysanne ; son objet n'est que mort et destruction,il n'existe nul Sortilege pour creer la vie ou l' embellir. Les Arcanes ne sont que les tripes d'un Dieu Malefique laissees a l'homme pour s'entredechirer. Elles ne savent que repandre des pestes d'insectes puants,lever la Mort cachee dans l'ombre des batailles,dechainer les elements les plus puissants comme la foudre,le feu,la grele ou la pierre pour en faire une horrible griffe sale arrachant la vie. La Magie ici n'est pas blanche ,ni meme grise,elle est plus sombre que moi,elle est plus noire que la Mort elle meme. De cette grande plaine deserte ou je vis,j'imagine deja les visages deformes d'horreur de ces pauvres paysans face au terribles blessures que ne manqueront pas de repandre les Magiciens. Je crois discerner derriere tout ceci la volonte des Dieux qui regissent ce monde.Ne serait ce dans le but d'elire un conquerant,un champion assoiffe de sang pour l'envoyer en un autre monde ravager et piller des terres hospitalieres.Tout sur nos terres semble etre fait pour amener les hommes a se dechirer ,se detruire les uns les autres.Nul ne semble pouvoir y survivre. Si la Magie est ,comme le pretendent les plus grands Sorciers ,l'essence meme des Dieux ,il est evident qu'elle nous crie leur malediction et leur noiceur,saurons nous l'entendre ? (...) The Dark Mage, Sark de Sombreval. ######################################################################## The mystic mages in Dharma have found the aura of power that cloaks the realms around us. The fabric of space is slowly starting to yield its secrets to our sages. From the depths of mystery comes knowledge and power, for those who can fathom its source. If you desire peace and a long life, the study of magic is not for you. We wish only to become truely Enlightened, and will not be swayed from our path. The seekers of knowledge have reported more strange and wondrous lands. We have discovered a cold white substance, that disappears when we hold it. Magically, water then appears in its place. We call this substance " snow" for lack of a better word, as this combines our "snogger", or "way cold! " with water. If any other peoples have discovered such a thing, we have not heard from them. We shall report more when we see it. Beelzebub, ruler of the enlightened Beings of Dharma ######################################################################## Noone of the peasants is sure where the powerful looking woman came from but all who have seen remember her. Ask anyone of them to tell of her and they'll reply with a story of very similar details. It appears that she was first seen striding around the flat plain of Keswick in early April. Her long dark curly hair was held back by a onyx band inset with silver ornaments and a bag of coins jiggled at her side. Apart from these her atire was simple and wore though somewhat exotic. Many of the peasants were afraid of this woman but were not able to resist her offer of $50 for each one who would join her to do her bidding. There is much secrecy about what she has gotten them to do but it is believed that she requires a horse with which to travel and explore the regions beyond the village. Her name is not know but the local peasants refer to her as "Alison the Great" after a myth about a strong woman who had many powers and who attracted many warlords and princes from far countries but was not attracted to any of them. ######################################################################## C A D E N T E R P R I S E S ---------------------------- Horse Trading Division Are you tired of walking? Are you lonely? Tired of having to carry all your supplies? 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Financial assistance is available. Faction 21 -- University of Zamora ######################################################################## Map of Atlantis --- -- -------- June, 1 Edition Emperor Shaddam IV of the Padishah Empire (Faction 3) Donations may be sent to unit #3! Send new information and corrections to email address <ckim@skidmore.edu>. 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Ahead of him to the East lay a sight that stunned him. The wide expanse of Ocean swept unbroken to the horizon. Of course, Gar had heard of the sea. That treacherous realm of fabled travellers. But it had always seemed to be the stuff of tavern tales. Not something that you would come across when you were fleeing the troops of Prince Corwin. Not something that you'd expect to be there, blocking your escape, trapping you with its fierce white breakers. Gar stumbled down the rocky track, feeling the salt spray sting his eyes. Or was it just his tears of despair? Behind him there was the thunder of hooves. Gar turned with sinking heart. "Gar!" shouted Vlad, standing high in the stirrups of his mount. "What? Is that you, Vlad? I thought that you were the enemy! I didn't know that you had a horse!" "Of course I've got a horse! I'm a horse breaker", said Vlad with a touch of pride. "Thank the demons I found you. Amazing news. There's been fighting all over the territory. Prince Corwin is dead!" ######################################################################## Last month I've visited my dear helpers in the forest of Jotel. I was quite surprised and angry about their lack of production, but what I saw was incredible. The whole result of a full month's work was lying there in a small pile: 10 little trees. The workers themselves were in a terrible shape, most of them badly wounded. I was told that it's very dangerous to enter the forest or even go into its vicinity, because of the wild animals. The wolves are the worst and they attack every human being at sight and they have no weapons to fight those beasts. After a few unsuccessful battles, they tried to outsmart the beasts by tricking them away from the lumberjacks, but this was only part- ly successful. In the end, each lumberjack was only able to make a few hacks on a smaller tree and then had to flee again. At the end of the month every lumberjack was able to fell one small tree. But actually this was no great problem for a small tree was the exact amount of wood a weaponsmith needed to create a crossbow. And since it takes a full month creation time any larger amount of wood would have been too much for them. Now, I've decided to stay in Jotel to watch the production and per- haps help those poor lumberjacks with their struggle with the beasts, but I've seen once again, how nature is able to defend itself. Morgar the Mage ######################################################################## Letter from Lame Duck to his parents 15.05.01 Hi Mom, Hi Dad, I've heard about the murders in your country and I'm worried, if you are well. What a shame, to kill rich people, who are not protected. At least these people have lost their money. Would you please collect this and send it to me? It would be very helpfull ;-). I have visited my laborers this turn and I must say, they are doing very well so far. We have met some other wanderers, too. Oh, it could be wonderful to sit and talk to these guy and to listen to tales from other countries. Do you remember the girl I mentioned? I have asked her to come with me on my travels and she agreed. Hooray. We are now sitting on the top of a mountain and watching the sun. So long, Lame Duck ######################################################################## Excerpts from the diary of Lord Falken -leader of the Brotherhood of Northern Warriors- May, Year 1 The sun had just begun to rise on what was to be another bright spring day when I completed the last of my preparations. Looking through the twilight at the tent before me, a grim smile crossed my lips. I knew that there was no reason this conflict should not be resolved in my favor. I knew, too, that one could never be certain when it came to these sorts of things. I had reached that decision to attack the mysterious stranger known as Fifty-eight only after much soul searching. I am a warrior, it is true, but have never been one to strike without cause. But Fifty-eight had been living with us here in Gurkacre for some time now. And he alone of all my neighbors had not come forward to make peace with me. What his ambitions or plans might have been, I could only guess. It was widely known that he was quite rich, and I heard rumors that he was a master of the dark arts. It was these rumors, as much as anything, that made me nervous now. "My Lord," the Overseer said, slipping in next to me, "the slaves are in position." "Good," I replied. "They understand their instructions?" "They do, my lord," the man assured me. A good man, the Overseer, though he has something of a cruel streak to him. I could tell he was looking forward to this morning's attack. Crouched there in the half-darkness, I took one final look at the tent. "Let's do it," I said. Standing slowly, I looked around. I could only see a few of the thirty slaves I knew were now surrounding the tent. Nodding, I reached to my belt, drew my dagger, and began to run. Seconds later I had reached the tent and, throwing back the flap of canvas, entered. Fifty-eight was taken by surprise. A hideous, unnatural scream left his throat as he leapt from his bed. I caught him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground, hoping to take him alive. But it was not to be. H sprang at me like a wild animal, and I was forced to stab him in the heart. As his lifeless body slumped to the ground, I looked for the first time at his face. He seemed normal, as human as myself or the Overseer, who now stood beside me, a wide grin spreading across his face. Several of the slaves had entered the tent, but there was now little need for them. "I suppose we'll never know just who he was, or what he was doing," I said, only a little regretful. Fifty-eight had been a worry to me, and now was no longer. My eyes fell upon a large wooden chest standing at the foot of the man's bed, and I went over to it. It was, of course, locked, but I found the key hanging from the dead man's belt. When I pulled open the heavy lid, I caught my breath in awe. Inside was a massive amount of silver coins; much more than existed in my entire treasury, enough to fund my operations for months. Taking a handful of the coins, I let them slide through my fingers and into the leather purse I wore around my waist. "Have the slaves bring these coins to the treasury," I instructed the Overseer. "Yes, my lord," he replied, also awed by the amount of silver. Standing, I left the tent. The sun was now higher in the sky, and I looked across the plains of Gurkacre with a smile on my face. Not far away, I could see the tents of the Gurkacre University. And there, to the west, I saw the trees of Ardvale, where even now my crossbowmen watched over the ongoing process of converting the peasants I had recruited into trained, armed soldiers. Brushing my hair back from my forehead, I made my way back to my tent, where I knew the beautiful Lady Rowena awaited my return. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Are you feeling threatened? Do your neighbors have more troops than you? Want to explore, but afraid of ambush? Or want to begin holding land, but unable to protect it? Then you should contact the Brotherhood of Northern Warriors (Faction 57). The BNW is small, but rapidly growing, mercenary company based in Gurkacre. For reasonable fees, we will contract to provide soldiers of all types for any assignment. Don't wait until it's too late, contact us today! THE BROTHERHOOD OF NORTHERN WARRIORS ---Armed, trained, tough mercenaries at reasonable rates--- (e-mail to crall@usc.edu. 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