Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Issue 7 From: rwallace@cs.tcd.ie (Russell Wallace) Date: Tue, 25 May 1993 00:40:48 +0000 Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Issue 7 --------------------------------- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= To the residents of Duncansby: Concerned about the dangers around you? Planning to explore the world, but worried that you won't make it beyond the barbarians that Oleg's been telling us all about? Ready to move beyond the confines of Duncansby and establish your own province, but not sure that you have the military might to hold it? Maybe we can help! The Order of the Silver Tiger, a group dedicated to the advancement of all fields of Atlantean knowledge, will offer the following courses next turn in Duncansby... Tactics 100 & 101 $120/student When two sides of fairly even size and equipment meet on the field of battle, the winner will most likely be the side which is able to use its tactical advantage to strike first. General T'ran Lannok, a noted expert on the subject, offers first and second term instruction, concentrating on the tactics involved in small- group combat. Not only will you learn faster, but T'ran's lessons will actually save you money! A must for all aspiring generals and warlords! Observation 100 & 101 $10/student Wondering which faction holds the loyalty of the local ruffians? How many swords they're carrying? Wonder no longer! Nadia MacCloud of the Clan MacCloud offers first-rate lessons in the art of observation. Learn how to see through disguises, evaluate military strength, and more. The world is a safer place when you know what's out there! Lumberjack 100 & 101 $8/student Ready to head out into that forest and start chopping trees to get the crossbows coming? Why not double your production rate sooner by spending a month in lessons? Gerald Cobbe provides instruction on the use of the ax, the double saw, and other techniques which can speed your wood production immensely! And since you're chopping wood, you might want to learn... Weaponsmith 100 & 101 $8/student Even if your lumberjacks are ready to head out into the world, it'll take them a turn to have anything ready for production anyhow. Why not spend that turn better preparing your smiths to use that wood or iron? One month of study with Melor Tirell can double your production! Sword 100 & 101 $8/student Sure, bows seem to be the ideal tools of war, but remember that a soldier with ANY training with a sword can slaughter an archer or crossbowman... UNLESS you too have a row of swordsmen in front! Begin training a swordsmaster now, so you can form an elite legion to protect your archers, as well as those valuable skilled units. Belak Veruun instructs your novice fencers in thrusting, parrying, and other elementary techniques. Don't wait until it's too late to begin preparing your defences. Start today! Remember, each of these classes is limited to 10 students, so send in your applications immediately! All forms, as well as any questions that you might have, can be sent to conley@engin.umich.edu subject: classes Remember, space is limited, so apply today! Alia Velados Mistress of Education, Order of the Silver Tiger =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Abrantes is the name of an actual town in an european country named Portugal. It is the most centered town in Portugal. -- reporter of the Uniao Lusa faction =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Braga is one of the most important industrial towns in Portugal (the Western most country in Europe). Does anyone know who choosed the names of Atlantis cities? -- reporter of the Uniao Lusa faction =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= A few words for all of You fighting out there: Of what worth is freedom if it is not defended? Who would give a weapon to a stranger? If noone wants to fight, why is everybody so eager for weapons? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "There are several schools of thought on that question." Ous was holding forth; he needed very little prodding being in a loquacious mood as he comfortably sprawled beside the fire and supped his ale. "There is general agreement that Glenanane lies somewhere to the west and south of Duncansby but beyond that the scholars find much to debate. One line of reasoning - the Islandist philosophy - holds that Glenanane is in fact an island, separate from the mainland of Atlantis. If this is so then further exploration to the west and south will surely find only ocean. On the other hand, another school, the Continentalists, maintain that Atlantis is all one continent and that Glenanane is perforce part of that continent. Thus the eagerness of some to explore in hopes of finding more forests or swamps or mountains away to the south and west." Ous paused to drink deeply from his tankard. "Aaah," he gasped, "a tasty brew. Now, where was I?" "The Continentalists," said Nym, poking at the fire with a stick. "Yes, the Continentalists. Well, there may be something in it. A third school - and one with which I have much sympathy - is the Mythicists who claim that Glenanane doesn't exist at all, it's just a story invented to keep children snug in their beds at night." At this Ous stretched and yawned. "Which is where I should be now, so I will bid you both good night, my friends." A'Non yawned in sympathy. Fabled Glenanane...just a myth? Or was it really out there? He believed the place was real. And one day, he vowed, he would set foot on the streets of Glenanane for himself to prove it... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= This is the first public announcement (well, not quite) from The Covenant, a _defensive_ alliance of many Atlantis players. No, we don't have lots of people who were killers in other games as our charter members. No, we don't claim territory and threaten to kill anyone who won't leave it. No, we don't claim inflated numbers of members. Instead, we have simply banded together for mutual self-defense, and free trade. Less talk, more rocks. Sound interesting? Send email to <gl8f@virginia.edu>. BTW, Oleg's Free Map and Spell Archive is still open for business. We should have 2 spells available next turn, and our map is quite big. You will receive a free advertisement for the Covenant with every map, printed on recycled electrons. Any contributions will be appreciated. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= It was evening in Carnforth, and the candles in the Grand Study flickered like daemons waiting for a soul to stray too close. The Grand Magus Paracelcus was brooding over his work when suddenly he stood up and looked around. ``These candles are flickering like daemons waiting for a soul to stray too close. I'm getting really spooked by this! Why didn't I just light the amber globe?'' With a simple wave of the Magus' hand the candles winked out of existance altogether, their light replaced by a steadily floating globe at the apex of the conical ceiling. ``Now if I can just figure out why this little triangular thing won't make stuff go `boom!' when combined with this little squiggley thing....'' But before Paracelcus could sit back down, his student Grizwald entered holding burnt and mangled parchments that made dung rolled-out flat with a rotten rolling pin on a bed of rocks look like suitable writing material. Grizwald would never get that minor transport spell right! ``Uh, should I file these reports under `Red Bat Sh*t' or `Groping Moon Garbage'?'' Grizwald inquired as he handed the reports over to the Grand Magus. Paracelcus examined the papers for a second, and looked quite shocked. ``No! Leave me now Grim Face, and keep practicing that spell or we'll be writing on your hide next!'' he blurted as Grizwald turned green, swallowed, and left the room. ``And tell that stupid representative we hired to get off his ass and start giving me all the details!'' he shouted down the staircase. ``As if all the killing lately wern't bad enough, but now we have cheapsters out to sell poison and death for the price of organic fertilizer at a maggot's swine's louse's leper convention! There's nothing like a more efficient way to kill people to make killing people more efficient. How can the acadaemians such as myself make any progress when we spend half our lives worrying about how to avoid death?'' The Magus was always talking to himself it seemed. But the Grand Magus was not one to stand idle in the face of this exploitation of the Mystic Forces. He had a plan and knew of those who would help him. ``Grizwald!!! Come here Grizwald!'' After a few seconds, Grizwald entered again surrounded by a simple magical barrier. At least he could get that much right. ``I want you to send a message,'' Paracelcus explained, ``and this time don't let the horses chew on it!'' =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Dominic, leader of the brave men of Hidalgo, squinted into the hot afternoon sky. Clouds roiled on the horizon. There was a feeling of still doom in the air, as if at any moment the war drums would begin to thunder out their deadly call to arms. The black specks of carrion birds hovered faraway to the west. Dominic glanced at the paper in his hand. It was a short poem he had been trying to compose for the amusement of Gloria, his small daughter. "I waste my time with this silly doggerel," he thought to himself. He had gotten stuck on the line 'Up jumped Scarab Throat-Gantry,' unable to find a good rhyme. "Maybe I'll change it to 'Up jumped the Fourth Zark.' That certainly scans much better, and rhymes with 'Kahar did it with a Goat in the Park.'" Dominic chuckled at the image. "It is just a silly poem, though. I would certainly never _show_ it to anyone, let along _publish_ it; I just wouldn't have any dignity left if I did that." He was startled out of his reverie by the sudden commotion on the other side of the camp. "Boss, come quick --" he heard over the din. A crowd was gathered around the tents of his family. At the entrance of one of the smaller tents stood Antonio, his right hand man, looking stricken. Ducking past the tent flap, Dominic entered the tent of Rosalinda, his eldest. All was in disorder. Broken and overturned pieces of furniture were strewn across the room, tangled amongst clothing and rugs. Dominic stood, dumb from shock. Someone had kidnapped his beloved daughter! "It must have happened last night, Boss. Nobody's seen her since last night. Jorge was on guard duty; he admitted to dozing off." "But who . . . who did this? this . . ." Antonio help up a thin silver coin. "We found this on the ground outside the tent." He held it up to Dominic. On one side was a crescent, and on the other was some sort of . . . bat? Dominic's mouth went dry. He took the coin and looked at it closely. In faint letters around the rim he made out the words 'ALL HAIL THE RED GODDESS.' "It's the Lunars; they've taken her! My daughter has been kidnapped by Kahar, that son of a bitch!" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The nations of the north wish to publicly thank Lord Kahar for his invaluable aid in solving a minor academic problem. He has clearly demonstrated the origins of the word LUNATIC. It is now obvious that this word stems from a contraction of two words: LUNAr tacTIC. The meaning of this is quite clear. When one calls someone a LUNATIC, it means that that person is using tactics that are generally practiced by LUNARS. We would therefore suggest to Lord Kahar that he change the term used to indicate his followers from LUNARS to LUNATICS. We do not wish to become involved in a shouting match about which side consists of benevolent rulers, and which side of batty tyrants. We merely wish to thank Lord Kahar for his assistance. The Northern Linguistic Academy. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Green Elves (faction 137), for the betterment of the Lintan community, gave the orders to attack Units 5 and 16 this turn. These were inactive players and the Green Elves were given prior permission or have failed repeatedly to contact these players. I plan on using the money to leave the mainland and bother noone. I am posting this before the turns have come out, so do not know the results. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -- "To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem" Russell Wallace, Trinity College, Dublin rwallace@cs.tcd.ie Up