Atlantis 4.0 Playtest Times 15 From: "Robert Tonini" <robert.tonini@nashville.com> Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1999 00:00:00 +0000 Atlantis 4.0 Playtest Times 15 August 15 ----------------------------------------------------------------- To Read more about Atlantis: http://www.nashville.com/~robert.tonini/atlantis.htm Email: atlantis@nashville.com for information or to join. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Chicago Democratic Machine[F4] writes: Boss Daley leaned back in his massive leather chair behind his massive desk smoking a massive cigar and thinking how good things were going. The aldermen were coming along fine as were the fixers. All the ward heelers were working the outlying precincts pretty good for 'campaign contributions'. The Transit Authority had gotten its equipment, and more was coming in. Movement was going to be no problem, especially with the ending of winter. And the region was wide open. Almost no Republicans and very few of those crazy Independents. Things were going very, very good. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it. "Who wrote that?" asked Janice. "I don't know" replied Janet. "Good. Let's stir up some inter-city rivalry." grinned Janice. Bondarev counted the crossbows and transfered three pine nuts from one pocket to another, making a mental note of the silver spear insignia on the bowmen's uniforms. He rode down to the docks, noting with relief that no ships were yet ready to sail. Looking out apon the dark, oily waters of the port of Derwent he immediately noticed how different they were from the sparkling brightness of Langholm's seas. Even the birdlife was different. He watched as a vulture-gull swooped down to feed on some offal discharged from one of the evil-smelling factories crowded along the shore, remembering how at home the song-gulls wheeled and danced as poets and artists relaxed in the well-kept parks and gardens which stretched alonged Langholm's waterfront... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Galaxial Trading Company[F22] writes: Artemis decided that, while things aren't great, they're at least showing some progress. Bootstrapping several small operations rather than a couple of large ones is definitely more tedious but can be done. The scouts determined that the area is basically forest and plains, bounded by rivers north and south, with swamps east and west. Not exactly prime real estate but developable when that's all you've got. One of the scouts also found a shaft; so, maybe some stone and iron will be available there. Now that most of the operations are automated and profitable it's probably about time to start putting together some troops to deal with the goblins and undead in the south end of the woods. Hmm, probably should get some kind of dialog going with the nobles in the area also, the nobility have a tendency to get excited when troops that aren't under their control show up. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Ungerne[F32] writes: ------------------------------------------------ --ooO Elementary Magic Scool of Stinchar Ooo-- ------------------------------------------------ Since the Ferbane county no longer aids the university in its noble quest to educate the citizens of Stinchar, we are forced to keep tuitions at 75 silver/month. We offer the fundamentals (force at level 2), earth lore, weather lore and more. You are welcome to request special courses for your faction or alliance. Note that we, officially, don't teach destructive/black magic. This is to prove to the county, that our precence is for the bennefit of the community. We might consider participating in the instigation of exchange programs with other schools. To be admitted, send your pigeons to s@lling.dk ----------------------------------------------------------------- Spleenmongers[F47] writes: *ahem* As a recovering Times addict, I swore I would lay off. Obviously that was a silly idea... It was bad enough that it is merely a crime against my verbicidal nature, but now there is libelous propaganda in the air... *sigh* As my detractors appear to be (for their own safety) willfully incompetant, I feel I obligated to save others the temptation and fully tarnish my reputation before anyone else gets the idea they possibly could. Besides, my fans need me... Ok, firstly, I am NOT a body part! hehehe I collect them. Preferrably by peaceful donation. But if necessary I will collect them by force. So gimme your spleens! Secondly, any rumors of my plans for building an empire are completely and totally unfounded. err... well maybe not totally, but you can bet your best friend's spleen they are at least slightly exaggerated and were probably designed by your ally to distract you from the real stab coming from him oh about turn 16. hehehe And you thought no one knew about that plan... hehehe Lastly, although I prefer to perform anterior splenectomies, if necessary, yes, I can and will perform a posterior splenectomy, so indeed.... Watch your back. You people of Stinchar are sleeping within spitting distance of a pit of vipers... Oh, but no vipers here, just spleens... Besides, if you are watching your back, you are less likely to spot me pillaging all these plains I found out past all that tundra. hehehe Well, soon to be faithful readers, I will now leave you to ponder just what hairball of a plan I have puked up for this incarnation of Atlantis. Cheers! "It's a damned good thing all the world's a stage, 'cause that just makes it harder to drag me off it!" -Azthar Septragen PS: a word of warning to any of you aspirant anti-Spleenmongers out there... the last person who actually managed to offend me in the context of a game had their house crushed by a tree a couple weeks later. I'm sure it was just coincidence... But I'm not taking any chances, and I'm not going to piss myself off this time around... hehehe PPS: If you don't have any spare spleens, I still accept donations of currency, but I had to stop accepting checks and credit cards... hmm a PPPS?.... nah. cya next time! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Ssizzler's Swizzlers[F66] writes: I walked down the steep street to the harbour, the sun dazzling on the waters where the sun set in the west, the crisp peaks of the mountains of Bejaia looming behind me. "What a marvelous world", I thought. It certainly looked as if it had just been created yesterday, clean and fresh as a new-made shirt. I knew that the very area I was walking into, near the docks, would be as dangerous as any vermin filled cave once night fell fully on the city, but it was easy to forget in the glory of the day. I was just wandering out from a brief meeting with the leader of another faction in the city, and things had gone well. I did not know if we would end up working together, but I was hopeful. It seemed that his thinking matched mine in certain ways, enough to work together, I thought. The question that was occuping my attention, and the reason for the meeting, was deciding where to go from here. The city has opportunity, I suppose, but not nearly as much as I am interested in. Frontier land seemed to hold more promise, once I found the frontier. In fact, the reason I was on my way to the docks was to check out the availability, and worthiness, of the local seacraft. Not that I was convinced that the sea was the way to go, but it never hurts to be prepared. Speaking of being prepared, a few good men of like mind could also come in handy, and I would keep my eyes open for such men as I go. Tomorrow is soon enough for a decision. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Up