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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for January in the Year 4
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Klingons (57) writes:
The nISwI' beH lagh were lounging around StarBucks, drinking their ra'taj and qa'vIn. The snow was cold, but their next task was a simple one: to establish Imperial Resource Processing Facility Numbers Seven and Eight as their new base of operations. Stark and Ugly, they were brutally efficient at reducing their inputs into the basic needs of the Imperial War Machine.
When it was time to leave, the three Klingons went out into the howling winds, and looked upon the map of the metropolis. Facilities one through six were easy to find, and there were other locations noted as well (most prominently were, of course, the drinking establishments). However, there was no Imperial Facility identified on their map which matched the addresses which they were given.
"Well then", the first one asked the other two. "What is this facility used for? Perhaps we can deduce which building we are looking for that way."
The two nISwI' beH lagh looked at the first nISwI' beH lagh. "We thought you knew," they both answered almost sheepishly (or at least as sheepishly as any Klingon can be). The taller of the two then asked "What do they process there? We can then follow the work crews supplying the raw materials."
The first nISwI' beH lagh shrugged his shoulders and muttered "I did not ask."
Looking out at the myriad of candle lights behind the warm windows of the city, all three realized that they had a very long search in front of them.
[OOC: Atlantis Little Helper went down on me, taking with it my map, item and object descriptions, and Skills!]
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
Justin had had to move.
His neigbours had watched him too closely after nearly burning down his shack and theirs.
He had found a place near the city gates. The area was a little unsavoury, but was close to the guard house so not too unsafe.
The fire had cost him his possetions. So his things had been easy to move.
He had spent some time now going over all he had learned. Reread the scrolls.
He had not been to the local pub much. Partly because his money was somewhat low. But also because his first brush with magic had scared him. Now he wanted to be thinking clearly.
Going through the list of scrolls again. He chose the portal as his next experiment.
The upside to this is that if it worked and he had reason to believe it would. He would not have to deal with the consequences here. At least not until he found his way back.
This is also the downside. He would be in some unknown place as he would be jumping blind. His destination could be dangerous. He had memorised the fire spell and could now cast it from memory. But, big but, this would be an extreme measure.
He would also need to support himself.
For this reason he'd baught a backpack at the local market. Which was quite small. So he was having to be selective, even with his meager possetions.
Should he dress for Summer, Winter or monsoon? There were rumours that there were places not on the surface. Might he end up there? What might be of value in these places? What strange races might he come across. Could they even comunicate?
With nervous aprehention the big day dawned.
He had not slept much that night. But it was time.
He wore worn clothes, but not worn through. Same with the boots. He may need to do much walking.
He had a thin jacket on. Too thin for the cold conditions outside, but could be stripped off if he ended up someplace hot.
A cloack wrapped around his shoulders held out the cold and might hold off the rain too. Besides it would double as bedding if he did not find a place to sleep.
Spare set of clothes rolled up in the bottom of the bag. Some silver tucked away below. Well wrapped trail bread to keep him for a while. He wasn't sure how good a hunter / gatherer he would make.
Last, but not least his scrolls rolled up nicely into a tube. on top.
Sitting at the table he dipped the pen in the ink and wrote 2 short notes.
The first to his brother:
"Hi Owen. Off to see the world. Hope to send you a message soon. Keep the farm producing. Looking forward to sharring my stories. Your Brother. Justin."
They weren't all that close.
The second to his new landlord.
"Hi Mr Oaks. Payment of next weeks rent is herewith attached. I have gone on a trip and don't know when I'll return. Feel free to rent out the place if I am not back by the time the next rent is due. Justin."
He would be lucky if Mr Oaks waited that long.
He through a water canteen over his shoulder and headed for gates at about the time they were being opened.
The gaurd stopped him.
"Where you off to then?" They knew him. Or rather had seen him around. They all thought him a little strange. But harmless. Kept to himself mostly. They had never seen him out of his shack this early.
"Off for a walk," he replied. Eyeing the other early morning padestrians leaving the gates unmolested.
"With a pack on your back?"
"Well, there is nothing wrong with going for a hike."
"Thought you was going for a walk?"
"Walk? Hike? I'm going somewhere. What's it to you one way or another?"
"What's in the pack then?"
"Stuff."
"What stuff?"
"My stuff."
"Like what kind of stuff would that be?"
"Food & stuff."
"What kind of food & what kind of stuff?"
"Oh for pitty sake!" He stomped his foot in frustration. "Look I am just going for a walk. That's all. Can I go now?"
"Let's see what's in the bag then."
Now this was a problem. His scrolls were right on top. Magic was not actually elegal, but was much fround upon. Specially when you had no one watching your back.
Lone magitians were dangerous, or so thought the local populace. Actually, in Justin's case they probably were.
"NO!" He said with authority. Turning to walk away.
The guard grabbed him and pulled him back.
Justin shoved him away. And was suddenly the centre of attention. Armed attention.
He thought of the fire spel. But that would bring all the gaurds down on him as well as some very able magicians. No.
He turned and ran.
2 Gaurds moved to cut him off and a third just picked up his bow.
"Crap." Though Justin. Thinking about the fire spell again. And again discounting it.
Only 1 way out without attacking the gaurds.
He brought the portal spell to mind. And was no longer there. Neither was the slop bucket standing next to him, or the 1 leg of the brazier. Which toppled over and set a taurpaulin on fire. Which turned out to be a good thing. The gaurds were soon busy trying to put that out and forgot about Justin.
It was also a good thing for the guard with the bow. He had let fly just as
Justin vanished. And nearly taken out the leader. He hadn't noticed. So he calmly walked over and pulled it out while they were fighting with the fire.
The story of the vanishing wizard was told over beer that night. Then forgoten. Only to come up at midnight watches around the fireplace.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Liikkely Loost surveyed the plains looking contentedly on the activities amongst his followers. Most of them were beggars, the leavings and pickings of the gutters, debtor prisons, insane asylums and unsuccessful cut purse or three marked for their crimes, but they were his followers. They were all loyal to him and the plans for the future, and that was what mattered most. Thankfully they'd all found a quiet piece of land for themselves, and their plans were coming along nicely if a bit slowly. Patience and peace were the watchwords, and he'd adhered to them devoutly. Fights, skirmishes and battles were no way to make friends, and it allowed time for development of the wealth all about their claimed lands. Maybe the Skewed-eyed gods would allow them the peace to prosper a bit longer. If not, he'd deal with that when the matter presented itself.
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Mere life is not a victory, mere death is not a defeat.
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The practice of Chinese philosophy can lead you to self-realization.
But then, an hour later, you'll want to find yourself again.
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