Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Issue 5 From: rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie (russell wallace) Date: Mon, 10 May 1993 08:07:27 +0000 Atlantis Times, Volume 1, Issue 5 --------------------------------- Rules changes: Loot now only comes from casualties on the losing side of a battle. The possessions of casualties on the winning side are retained by their own faction. Any items other than iron, wood or stone whose owners are killed in battle, have a 50% chance of being destroyed. The syntax of the ALLY command has been changed. From next turn onwards, the syntax is: ALLY faction-no flag ALLY faction-no 1 will ally with the indicated faction. ALLY faction-no 0 cancels this. The combat chance table has been altered. New table is as follows: Skill Diff. Chance -1 10 0 25 1 40 Example: if a soldier with a Sword skill of 3 is trying to hit one with a Sword skill of 2, there is a 40% chance of success. If the attacker's skill is more than 1 greater than the defender's, there is a 49% chance of success; if the defender's skill is more than 1 greater, there is only a 1% chance. The production figures for wood have been reduced. New figures are: The amount produced also depends on the terrain type; different types of terrain are better places for different types of economic activity. The productivity values (how many units of the commodity one person with skill 1 can produce in a month) are as follows: Terrain $ Iron Wood Stone Horse Plain 15 1 Mountain 12 1 1 Forest 12 1 Swamp 12 1 Too many cooks spoil the broth; there is a limit to how many people can profitably work at producing the same commodity in a particular region. These limits are as follows: Terrain $ Iron Wood Stone Horse Plain 100000 200 Mountain 20000 200 200 Forest 20000 200 Swamp 10000 100 There is a new skill, Entertainment. This can be studied like any other skill; it is used with the ENTERTAIN command, which takes a full month. This earns each entertainer $20 per level of skill. Each month spent entertaining also counts as the equivalent of 10 days study of the skill. However, the money earned from entertainment is taken from the surplus available in the region, and no more than 1/20 of the amount available can be earned by entertainers in any one month; if the amount would be more than this, then the maximum of 1/20 of the available money is distributed among the entertainers. There has been a problem with the error reporting for movement commands. If you got an error report like: move north : move north : m. then this should read: move north : Region (x,y) is ocean. or whatever. This has only affected error reporting, not the execution of any orders. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kahar, Lord of the Reaching Moon, declares that if any northern faction sends any more emissaries on sinister business south of Carnforth they will be sacrificed to the Crimson Bat. "Innocents" they were not; they entered upon ground sacred to the Red Moon without writing "All Hail the Conquering Moon" in their description. Only those of the Brotherhood, the Mercians and those who serve Caliburn the Nightblade are exempt; Brothers, your friends are my friends, the lives of your enemies are forfeit to the Red Moon. ALL HAIL THE CONQUERING MOON **************************** ALL KNEEL BEFORE THE RED GODDESS ******************************** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Anonymous Economist is amused by Dominic of Hidalgo's creative accounting, and wonders which poor stiff will be paying all of Dominic's startup costs on the first order. Perhaps Dominic should give his customers their money's worth and toss in his employees with the order. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Daakii bolted upright, and immediately regretted it. His head throbbed from too much bad cider, his tongue was fuzzy, and he was half-bound in the sheets of the overlarge human bed. Looking around, he reoriented himself, recovering from his awakening fright. He laid back down for a minute, then sighed, realising sleep was gone. Carefully, he untwisted himself from the knots tied overnight and slid his stumpy goblin body out onto the floor. Kathrin was gone, up already, he noted wistfully as he quickly dressed against the deep early chill. The warmth of her body would feel very pleasant right now. Daakii made his way downstairs carefully, feeling pensive, a little hung over, and not entirely awake. His mood seemed echoed by the manor house as the dawn glowed through opened shutters. Someone was coughing in a room upstairs; small clattering noises drifted out of the kitchen. Daakii pauses a moment to smooth out his unkempt hair before venturing in. "G'maaar'in, Kaathr'n," he smiled, his goblin drawl made worse by a morning rasp. She smiled back a little shyly as he passed through, out into the courtyard. He pulled a bucket out of the rain barrel, tipped it back, and chugged thirstily. When it was half gone, he splashed the rest on his face and rubbed the sand out of his eyes. He looked up at the sky--it promised to be a fine day for walking. Good, for he and John were off today, returning to Rovan with the Baroness' fine Lintan cloth, just purchased from Sir Miesal. A faintly-heard noise drew him to the gate. On tiptoe he peered through the viewport, down the lane into the village. A large crowd was gathered-- though this wasn't a market day. Several people were arguing. And several, no, make that a dozen or more of them were clearly not villagers. "RAAVENNN!" Daakii yelled. "Cooome loook at thiis!" --Faction Barony of Rovan (colin@callisto.pas.rochester.edu) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ________________________________________________________________________________ | | | **************************************************** | | *K R A Z Y B O W S A N D S P E L L S L T D.* | | **************************************************** | | | | LONGBOWS & CROSSBOWS FOR SALE | | ============================= | | | | Are you interested in obtaining crossbows and longbows? Well, I can provide | | them for you. We will be producing the best quality bows from the fine | | forests of Helmsley. We will be willing to take advance orders from anybody | | interested in purchasing from us. | | | | Price: $25 per weapon - but open to negotiation (price increase due to | | demand but still better than anywhere else). | | | | Payment upon delivery. | | | | Delivery rates: | | | | price for delivery adds on (distance * 10)% to the price. | | | | I believe you will not find better rates anywhere else. | | | | If interested contact me at k.pankhurst@ic.ac.uk | | | | Note: there is currently a waiting list. Delivery cannot be assured for | | atleast 6 months due to initial demand unless you have an order with me | | already. | | | | MAGIC SPELLS FOR SALE | | ===================== | | | | Research into magic is going on in our Faction. We will be selling magic | | spells soon. Keep an eye open for announcements about spells for sell in | | future issues of the Times. | | | | First set of level 1 spells will be available for sale next month. Keep | | your eyes open for the spells I am willing to sell or do trades for new | | spells. | | | |Spells will have to be collected from our wizard at Ettrick (3,3). | | | | **************************************************** | | *K R A Z Y B O W S A N D S P E L L S L T D.* | | **************************************************** | |______________________________________________________________________________| ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Ettrick Shepherd, self-proclaimed Mayor of Ettrick invites all citizens of that fair land to ally in mutual defense against the barbaric hordes which threaten our peace. Many have already joined in the defence already. To these we ask this - become councilors. The only obligation for councilors is that they must ally with all other councilors, and also with any new faction which wishes to join the council. Councilors will be known by their distinctive badge of office, which must be worn at all times [read - stick 'councilor of faction xxx' in a description of one of your units] In this way we hope that all those wishing to ally for peace may spare themselves endless private negotiations. Furthermore, being a councilor entitles you to vote in the elections for Mayor of Ettrick, currently scheduled for July of each year. As I wish to stand for reelection, a returning officer will be required. The responsibility of the Mayor of Ettrick is to ensure that peace is retained in Ettrick if at all possible. I hope I can fulfil this responsibility. The Ettrick Shepherd. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | \. /|. / `|. / |. PREPARE FOR WAR!! / |. / `|. / |. / |. / |. __ / `|. -\ / |. \\ / |. \\ / |. \| / |\ \#####\ / || ==###########> / || \##== \ / || ______ = =|__/___ || ,--' ,----`-,__ ___/' --,-`-==============================##==========> \ ' ##_______ ______ ______,--,____,=##,__ `, __== ___,-,__,--'#' ===' `-' | ##,-/ `-,____,---' \####\ | ____,--\_##,/ #_ |## \ _____,---==,__,---' ## # ]===--==\ || #, ] \ || #_ | \ || ##_ __/' \ || ####=' | \ |/ ### | \ |. ## _' \ |. ###=======] \ |. /// | \ ,|. // | \ |. \ ,|. \ |. \ |. \|. /. | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oleg the Loudmouth announces... Oleg's Map and Spell Archive! Currently the most comprehensive such archive in Atlantis! And it's available for the low, low price of FREE! We also graciously accept donations for the payment of NOTHING! Be the first person to submit a SPELL! But why would you want to contribute your hard-earned information to such an archive? Well, often you find yourself knowing things that you realize aren't valuable, because many other people know them, or because your worst enemy knows them. In that case, you might as well tell the whole world about it. Oleg's Archive is a centralized repository for such worthless information. Oleg's Archive will also serve as a useful source of information for future generations. Remember: the best things in life are free. And worth every penny. Contact me at <gl8f@virginia.edu> (that's an ell, not a one). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A'Non the Nameless sighed and looked round at his companions. Ous the Clueless sat cheerfully whittling at a stick while Nym morosely surveyed the hand of cards he'd dealt himself. A strange contrast between the chubbily ebullient Ous and the lean, moody Nym, but in truth, A'Non thought, he could have chosen no better partners to join with in all Atlantis. Yet A'Non still felt himself weighed down with his cares. Sighing again, A'Non presented his report to his friends. "I've received no reply from Oleg the Loudmouth to my request for information. And since we couldn't find anyone to act as scouts last month we know nothing about the land hereabouts. Our money will soon be gone - enough left to recruit a dozen more peasants, that's all. So what are we to do? Come on, partners, we must have a plan of action." Ous stopped his whittling and gave a successful imitation of a constipated frog, puffing his cheeks in concentration. But really, planning and taking action and the like just weren't his cup of tea. No, he was a quiet homebody, an observer of human nature, he liked to think, but not what he called a "doer". The saturnine Nym merely squinted a little harder before speaking. "I have one suggestion," he said. A'Non and Ous leaned closer. Briefly, Nym outlined his idea. "Hmmm, it has possiblities," murmured Ous. "Quick, A'Non, write this down and make sure it gets in next month's Times. Erherhmm," he cleared his throat and began to dictate. ---------------------------- Attention Good Citizens of Duncansby. The partnership of A'Non, Nym and Ous, henceforth known throughout the lands as The Lesser Mortals, invites offers of employment. Any and all such offers will be considered. Too busy to train your own horses? Let us do it for you. Unable to spare the time to learn a trade? Why not contract out - we'd be only too happy to oblige. Division of labour! Specialisation! These shall be the catchcries of our new Society! Our motto is: why do it yourself when you can leave it to (O)us? Let's work together for a glorious future! Contact A'Non the Nameless with your requests and suggestions. All inquiries will be treated as strictly confidential. Hurry, hurry, hurry so as not to miss out on this never to be repeated offer. The Lesser Mortals (121) (pgrundy@commerce.otago.ac.nz) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is your rag-tag faction behind in the times? Does your followers need some extra help in reaching your goals? Do you want get rich faster? If so, The Wandering Nomads have your answer! We are proud to introduce the College of Atlantis, which is located at Carnforth! Our small, but growing, number of trained teachers are ready to prepare you for the Brave New World of Atlantis! Why spend a month training yourself when we can give you two months of training in the same amount of time? Currently, our college offers the following courses: Magic Casting 101: Get into the arcane magic business with our help! At only $100/turn, or $150/2 turns its a steal! By studying with us, you'll save more than $100 had you done it yourself! Beginners Armourer: Wondering how to build some protection for your soldiers after you find those mountains? Let us help! At $15/turn, we'll get your future armourers making plate mail in half the time! Coming soon we will be adding Horse Riding Made Easy and Swords Lessons for Peasants classes to our college. Prices are negotiable, but apply soon as space is limited! The Wandering Nomads (23) hbouma@budapest.math.macalstr.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kahar and his minions, last seen in Bocholt (5,5), are a rot on the face of Atlantis. They are mad dogs, striking without sense or reason. Like any public danger, they must be eliminated. Like a dangerous animal, they must be killed swiftly, without remorse and without mercy. Lunar Empire, Empire of the Reaching Moon, Red Moon Goddess: you will be attacked without warning. You will be attacked without respite. Your blood will run red on the fertile plains of Atlantis. Your women will wail with terror. Your sons will die without beards. Your nation will be destroyed. All this will come to pass. The Prophet in the Wasteland ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- "To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem" Russell Wallace, Trinity College, Dublin rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie Up