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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for February in the Year 4
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Grey Wind (27) writes:
"Fire!"
Garanhir heard the sound of twenty longbows being released, and then the satisfying thunk of twenty arrows striking the targets downrange. It wouldn't take long to have this latest group of recruits prepared for combat. When agents of the prince had come to this small village and found him living here, one of the old Captains of the Guard, he had of course agreed to help train new archers. In truth, though, there wasn't much need for an instructor. In addition to the natural skill of all elves with the bow, most of the people here had been already been training recently, though not really intentionally. Whatever their normal craft or trade, food had often been so scarce during the Storms that most of the locals had found it necessary to supplement their income by hunting, and the recent experience now served the volunteers well.
So Garanhir's task became simply honing their existing skills, as well as teaching them how to work together as a cohesive unit, and other matters of how the battlefield could differ from the hunt. Indeed, at this point, they were able to train archers nearly as swiftly as bows and arrows could be crafted. It would take many archers yet before the borders of the kingdom were secure.
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Northern Viking (33) writes:
We were looking over our "are you an empire yet?" checklist.
Subjugate native populace; check. Parade about in shiny armor; check.
Roof over throne room; check. Spy on neighbours; check. Rampage about upon perceived slight; no check. Guess we'll have to look into that. Problem is, we'll probably have to clean up any mess we make and that would be a bother. Still, empire has its price.
Onwards to Empire.
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Klingons (57) writes:
yo'aj Kahless,
Winter has ravaged our Northern Forces as severely as the Northern Wizards did. Severe food shortages precipitated by insurgents have caused nearly a third of one of our city garrisons to starve to death in the cold. We keep the remainder of the garrison warm by keeping them busy doing menial labor. We entertain them at night with local dancing girls in order to keep them from hearing the roar emanating from their stomachs.
The insurgents, as well as those who supported them, will be dealt with most severely.
However, the severe weather has not hampered our efforts to hunt down and eradicate the remainder of the armies which used to swear allegiance to the Northern Wizards. Advance scouts have reported back on where their forces are located. Mounted soldiers continue to press to the West, compressing our foes between our conquering armies and the mighty oceans. Soon they will perish, and their names forgotten by history.
Spring comes soon. With it comes battle and Honor.
nuHpIn, Weapons Officer
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Warlock's Inc. (64) writes:
More units starved. This has to stop. The quartermaster was sent for and an explanation demanded.
"It's not my fault, the nephew of the Queen was given the contract to supply the troops, a very lucretive contract. The fact the food was rotten and the wagons carrying it broke down is not my fault."
"Well, I cannot execute the nephew of the Queen" Kivic said. "You will have to do"
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
He'd grown up near the sea. Not to a sea faring family. No, they were farmers. But everyday he'd come out and seen it stretching to the horizon.
His brother would take over the farm. He just wasn't interested.
It's not that he thought a life spent digging in the dirt was bad. No. He just had dream to see distant shores. To stand on the deck in a gale with the ship hard over with the lee railing underwater. Dolphins riding the bow wave or whales playing in the water for his amusement.
Finally he had followed his dream. Or at least started the journey.
He had come to the city. But like many young men before him, he found it a hard place. And like many of them. No jobs available. Or at least, none they were looking for.
No one was hirring sailors, at least none without experience.
But he had been lucky. He'd been hired by Mr Drake. Shipbuilder.
Times were tough, not much demand for ships right now. But Drake had a contract.
Kern had initially offered to work for him for free, just to get some experience and some contacts. A small step, but every journey starts with one. As his dad would say.
He was sharing a room in the poorer part of town & his small stash of Silver was running low when Mr Drake had decided that he was a good worker and worth paying.
He still shared that room. And the pay was just covering his expenses, so stash had not grown, but it had stagnated which was better than it had been.
"But still", he thought, holding a plank up against the ribs of the ship, mouth full of nails, hammer hanging loosly in his grip.
He lined up the plank nicely, braced it with his shoulder, leaned forward to take a nail out his mouth without releasing the plank.
Re checked the lineup holding the nail ready, he swung the hammer. The nail dug in sweetly.
He rechecked the lineup before hammering it in the rest of the way.
"It would be nice to make a real step in the right direction. At least get to chat to the captains or something."
He shuffled down the plan to the next rib, Going through the motions all over again.
Done he turned toward the sea, but it was obscured by the pile of planks that he still needed to attach to the ribs.
"Ah well", he thought to himself, "at least I know of 1 ship that needs crew."
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Poberlley Loost looked across the vast plains and wondered at the insanity of the instructions he'd received from his brother Liikkely Loost. The message was short and to the point as always, "Build! Trade! Tax!" was all it said. Tax he was doing, and the trade was already in it's final stages of being implemented, but what exactly did Liikkely expect him to BUILD with! Sod! The first monsoons would wipe out such structures as if they never existed! Perhaps dirt mounds tunneled out like hobbit burrows? No! Just burrow into the ground like field mice so the monsoons can drowned us all! Total insanity!
All of the beggars, gutter sweepings, the insane, and criminals, Liikkely had recruited as followers were all loyal to him, (three squares and a dry place to sleep went a long way with those types,) but Poberlley had his doubts about the usefulness of them in implementing their plans. They'd finally reached a point that any unavoidable skirmishes or battles wouldn't wipe them out, but it would definitely be best to avoid such if possible. There was the band of pirates that had slaughtered their workers harvesting timber in the swamps last month, but thankfully the rest of the lands had remained peaceful for the most part. He did need to send Surelleey and a large militia force to wipe them out though.
A moments prayer to the Skewed-eyed gods, and Poberlley wandered off to see what he could round up from his gutter sweepings that would make suitable masons apprentices.
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Redbull (201) writes:
Redbull has arrived and is interested in speaking with prospective allies. Currently in the Nexus, studying demonology in order to do some safe exploring. Interested in maps, alliance information, political sit reps, intelligent conversation...
E-mail directly at thor@crushedrock.net
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The victor is always right.
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Hold no man responsible for what he says in grief, or when the Victoria's Secret catalog arrives.
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