Atlantis Times v1.1 v01n04 From: JJC%MPA15C@MPA15AB.mv-oc.Unisys.COM Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1993 06:13:28 +0000 ######################################################################## =-=-= Atlantis Times v1.1 Volume 1 Number 4 =-=-= ######################################################################## Words from The Big Guy: Please don't forget to tell me what unit to pay for submissions. A number of you did not specify the unit. I went ahead an picked a unit of yours (I hope) to pay. - TBG ######################################################################## 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? Then you need a Horse. Here at Cad Enterprises we specialize in the finest horses in the world. You can be a proud owner of a magnificant steed for only $25 per horse. If you are interested just send your order to: d.johnson@launchpad.unc.edu. Orders will br processed as quickly as my staff can produce. Cadderly Crenshaw, Owner, Cad Enterprises ######################################################################## "Sigunem-ians unite! Only by communicating can we replace mutual suspicion and distrust with group strength. The sweet nectar of victory is savored only by the champions and the conquerors, not by the vanquished nor the defeated. Remember the ancient maxim, 'united we stand, divided we fall.' Those who would mercilessly slaughter our people stand at a ready all about us, like hungry jackals. Time is of the essence. We must come together, lest we conveniently provide those jackals with our own corpses through our bloody in-fighting." ** ** ** ** ** * * ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** * ** ** ** * * ** ** ** **************** ** ** ** * ********** ********** ********** **********@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@********** *** *****@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@***** *** *** *****@@ Lord Odysseus of the House Sigunem @@***** *** **********@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@********** **********@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@********** *****@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@***** **@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ @@@@@@@@@** **@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@** ***@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@!*!*!*!*!@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@*** ***@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@! ! ! ! ! ! !@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@*** **@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@!*!*!*!*!*!*!@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@** **@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@! ! ! ! ! ! !@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@** **@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@!*!*!*!*!*!*!@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@** **@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@! ! ! ! ! ! !@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@** **************************************************** ######################################################################## March 12, Year 1 Sigunem, Atlantis Dearest Penelope, I know not if your sweet dark eyes will ever run across these bitter lines of mine, but I must write you, lest the dreariness and the loneliness drive me into madness. O' for glimpse of green, mountainous Ithica again! The fertile fields of that blessed island put the expanse of land before me to shame. The men would have enjoyed this mundane, ugly existence tho', their souls now rest in Hades. My arrogance and taunting has brought disaster upon myself and my crew, the gods have forsaken me. Only my wit and ingeniousness have kept me from joining my dear crew. Living is unbearable! But the constant thought of you and our dear son, Telemachus, keep me bound to this mortal world. What age is he now? When I left he was but a babe, he must be a reckless bearded youth now. Athena of grey eyes brings me good fortune, at last! Wandering these parts, I came across a small treasure of five-thousand silver pieces! With some cleverness and strategy, I will have the wherewithal to build new ships and sail back to Ithica. Until I hold you in my arms again, Your Lord and Servant, Odysseus ######################################################################## A descendant of Wilhelm von Richheimer, Arch-Magician of Duncansby, was found living at the quiet peaceful town of Monamolin (5,4). He is also specializing in magic, like his illustrious predecessor, unfortunately ravaged by the barbarian hordes in the bloody Battle of Duncansby. While Richheimer the Arch-Magician never escaped the battle (his corpse was found amidst many hundreds of others...), a woman escaped from the City of Duncansby in due time, bearing a child. Thus the Richheimer clan survived (albeit not always easily)... Beware of the barbarians, though... ######################################################################## This grand land of Crail... We are so happy to be involved with the help of some of the great peasants, and now we shall joy them with entertainment to show how fun we can and will be. Our exploratory forces are in the North now to get wood for us to be able to form weapons and raise some needed funds. Our forces of Falcon are ready to aid our allies, and dispose of our foes. We enjoin in all of you to join in with us and salute this fine land, and to help gain it's rich bounties. ######################################################################## As she walked into town, 'She who has many names' repeated the name of the new land over and over again. Zamora, Zamora, Zamora. Yes, she could feel the power which resided in that name, a name she had only learned a few days ago while in the Deap Trance. This would be the land where a great civilization would be founded. As she crossed the land 'She who must be obeyed' posted notices proclaiming the dawn of The New Age. They read - "Heed me O nobel peasants. "The time for a new order is upon you. Rise up and follow me and I can promise you that your children, and your children's children will live a life of health and happiness. A life full of that which makes life worth living: prosperity, arts, and the freedom to pursue happiness. Join me now and I will lead you all to the promised land. Meet with me in the town square at the start of the new month and we will go forward together." Time passed... As she looked over the empty square at the appointed time she began to realize that maybe her dreams would not be achieved as easily as she had first envisioned. She started to notice that the bars and taverns in town were full of men wearing similar colors which seemed to correspond to the new banners which flew in the square. Upon questioning one of the men she confirmed that, indeed, others had recruited peasants by simply giving them money for drink and a small stipend for sustenance. Chagrined but undaunted 'She who is very quiet and humble' posted new signs promising food and drink for those who would follow her if they met her in a month in the town square. Time passed again... This time, much to her relief, there were people waiting for her as she came into the square, and 'She who has more knowledge' breathed an inward sigh of relief as she realized that the building of her great nation would continue. ######################################################################## His red eminence, Cardinal Jean-Armand du Plessis, duc de Richelieu, looked up from the unfortunate Huguenot that he was questioning and addressed his visitors. "Gentlemen, welcome. I wish to emphasize the words of Shaddam IV, the great Padishah Emperor. Here's the way it works: you send in map information and warnings about dangerous factions to the Emperor, ckim@skidmore.edu. Everyone benefits from this arrangement. We all learn the shape of the world (for surely, I do believe that we all exist on separate islands). Your neighbors benefit (for they learn of the huge army marching towards them). And you benefit, both because of the service you have done in the eyes of God for your immortal soul, and because, in Atlantis, the more friends you have, the better." With those words, the frail man turned back to his lifelong task of increasing the glory of France. --from The Political Testament of Cardinal Richelieu Faction 2, troyer@cgl.ucsf.edu ######################################################################## CRAIL -- Rumors this week in Crail are full of speculation on the relationship of the putative Duke of Argentese and factions, recently contacted, in nearby Nolle. Some maintain that the dark and suspicious Black Tooth are secretly in league with him, intending to dominate the world. Others hold that the merchanters calling themselves BlackStrap Enterprises and the Saddletramp Foundation are actually entering in secret discussions with the 'Duke' -- and some say he is demanding protection money. No one is certain of anything, except that it certainly will have a large impact on life here in Crail. This is Hurnem, Southern Bureau Reporter for the Atlantis Times, signing off. ######################################################################## Letter from Lame Duck to his worried father home in Ballindine. 15.03.01 Hi father, after a long journey I have arrived in the lands south of our home. All went nice, we had much fun and I have met many new people. Do you remember your comment about marrying and having children? Let me say that I have indeed met a *very* nice girl. I like her very much and it seems, that she likes me, too. Let's see, perhaps this is the begin of a long lasting and nice relationship ;-). To talk about business: When I arrived here, I heard the rumours, that there are some sort of resources near, so I decided to establish a trading contor here. I think I will stay here for a while, if the rumours are true. I think of building a factory for weapons, and if the business goes well, I will perhaps send the money back to you, to build a bigger house for you and mom. Did you receive anything from the guys I sent to the east? I didn't, but I believe that I forgot to give them enough money to buy food. I hope they heve managed to make their way throug anyway. Ok, I think, I should stop this letter now, because Trailsize is calling me (oh, I forgot to mention Trailsize, well it's is just the name of the nice girl I met) and as you know for sure, I should not let her wait :). That's it for now, please give mother a big kiss from her son. So long, Lame Duck ######################################################################## A huge crowd has gathered before one of the little huts. Loud shouting fills the air: "BRING HIM OUT!!! BRING HIM OUT!!!". Several strong men try to break the door - without success. After some minutes their leader comes up to us: "We can't make it. The door is magically locked!". I am quite surprised. I didn't expact such strong magic in this part of the world - not at this time. It must be some outer-wordly magic which prevents us from entering. While we are discussing what to do next, a loud yelling comes from inside the hut and surprisingly the door opens as if it is the most ordinary thing in the world. A man steps through the door and shouts: "I'm free again! The dark force has left me and my hut! Hey, what are doing? Stay away! No... noooooo!!!". Too late, the crowd has surrounded him and oh, no, I can't describe the cruelties that happen now. I turn away. I realize what great power lies in the people, especially if they are many. One day I will have to use this power for my needs. After all, according to an ancient law, half of his possesions fall to the peasants while the other half falls to us, the lords. I can and will use the money I got, although blood sticks to it. According to the reports, my expedition arrived in the forest of Jotel healthy and complete. I am glad about that, because the journey was the most dangerous part of the expedition. Next month they can start har- vesting wood and in May they can start building crossbows from it. My studies go very well so far, next month I will be able to research one or two simple spells. I hope that my money lasts until I have my expected income source from the bowmen. Morgar the Mage ######################################################################## A fine mist dissipates as the morning sun rises above the sleepy village nestled in a bend of the river. The sunlight illuminates the fertile grasslands of the wide plains. Sleepy village? Not really. Already there is steady activity as the workers spread out to the nearby fields. In the tavern the keeper of the house gently wakes the snoring guests who didn't make it to their rooms or back to their homes. One such sleeper is Vish, whose wild stories of adventure and riches stirred so many of the local youths last night. The keeper shook his head ruefully. If he was but a few years younger, such tales would have stirred him to foolish acts. Fame, fortune, daring and danger. To those who had only the prospect of a lifetime in the fields to look forward to, the vision was enticing. The keeper knew that Vish would have several followers from this village. "Wake up Vish. You've got a dream to chase." ######################################################################## =-=-= END TIMES 104 =-=-= ######################################################################## Up