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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for May in the Year 4
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Northern Viking (33) writes:
So, we've outgrown the "afraid of the monsters in the dark" phase and are now in the paranoid "who else out there wants to beat us up phase". As peaceable and friendly everyone around here seems we just can't get over the feeling that somethings coming our way. Something that we're not going to like. Best keep the night lights on, we thinks.
Onwards to Empire.
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Klingons (57) writes:
yo'aj Kahless,
The seaborne incursions into the forests of Durness continue. While one set of raiders have been eliminated, a second set to the North has repulsed all efforts to be eradicated. The invaders are wily, and use their ability to breathe underwater in flanking maneuvers when we try to engage them in honorable combat. We are shifting a force to the north in order to deal with them once and for all, but doing so places a considerable strain on our supply lines.
The Plains of Kekeloh have been cleansed of the forces of the Northern Wizards. They have been driven into the Swamp, and are fleeing southeast towards Bal-a-menak. I am sending forces to intercept them at the coast, prior to their escaping into the Underworld. Meanwhile, we are coordinating our efforts with those who control the coast, so that our forces will fight as a coordinated alliance.
A small force is fighting in the dark forests of Aldage, to eliminate the gigantic mutants who resist our efforts to bring order to their lands.
Battle and Honor is ours fo the taking.
nuHpIn, Weapons Officer
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Yes Men (63) writes:
The message board was updated twice sometimes three times per day by the city leaders as the residents held their collective breath over the fighting in the border lands. The closest of these message boards was located just up the street from Jack's stall and the messenger would walk right past his location with the latest update to tack to that board. Each time he saw the messenger, Jack would hail one of the many children who lingered in the area to mind his stall and hobble up the street to the board. He was one of the few locals in this part of the city who could read and he knew that they would be waiting for him to hear the latest update. Today, the message spoke of certain victory for the alliance anticipated in the next month. The enemy is on the run it said. Hadn't they heard the same report just a few weeks earlier? And a few weeks before that? Meanwhile, many more units were listed as lost. Many more friends and loved ones lost to the cause. And what was the cause? Greed was at the root of it, he suspected. But the enemy had attacked first, so what could they do but defend. The fighting had yet to reach the city, but it could just be a matter of time. One never knew. He walked back down the street, pulling a copper from his pocket for the lad who was now protecting Jack's carvings against the other children with a stick he was wielding as if a sword.
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
Our villiage was small, but it had been growing.
More than a pile of huts, but not yet the expanse of a town.
It was mostly peaceful, some drunken brawls aside, and prosperous.
I guess that was probably why the came.
It was after lunch and the village was a little quite.
The sound of the horses at full gallop broke through my day dreaming.
I looked up to see the arrows strike the guards, one still asleep at the
gate, the other just standing to reach for his spear.
Three struck the standing guard, throwing him onto his back.
One more the one still sleeping.
A few more arrows missed imbedding into the wall, ground or Jenny passing the gate at that time.
One caught her in the thigh, another in the shoulder.
She dropped screaming.
I dived between a wagon and a water barrel and stayed there.
More arrows flew, one hitting my barrel.
They were followed by the horse men galloping into the villiage.
I could see from my hole. Any one exiting his hut with a weapon in hand was dropped quickly.
Either by archers, or engulfed by armed men and given no ground or mercy.
The only place put to fire was the black smith. He and his assistants managed to put up enough of a fight that the coals got knocked into the hay.
But I did see some of the raiders dragged out bloody or dead.
Our villiage was pacified embarisingly quickly.
I thought we would be massacred after that, but no.
They gathered us all before the log cabbin. Then handed out instructions.
I was part of the crowd that had to drag the dead bodies out to the dump east of the villiage.
I can still smell the fire now.
The worst was my brother Tom. We were close.
His was the hardest. After that it was easier. Even Eric's severed head and mangled torso.
The others had to help gather everything they raided from our huts. Food, silver, weapons, tools etc.
This they loaded on a wagon and left in the direction they had come.
It's not over of course.
They said they will be back next month, and have given us a list of plunder they are demanding in "taxes".
As I said, we were a peaceful villiage. We did not even have resereves. It's a good thing that harvest must still come, else we will starve this winter.
But I suspect that that will be the end result anyway.
Oh and did I mention that for every item on the list we are short, they will be taking their pound of flesh.
Peaceful no more!
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Well I met a small suprise this past month. It seems even though I have continually stated my "open border" policy here with regularity, that some must take it upon themselves to act as a spy rather then make a simple declaration of their master.
So that there will be no confusion in the future:
In all regions that I'm actively guarding, anyone seen "sneaking" about, or attempting to conceal, hide, deflect attention, etc. of their presence, will automatically be considered a spy of hostile intent. In Looney Land we tend to look unfavourably on such activity, and individuals engaged in such are often found hanging from trees, sign posts, gallows, or most any upright and stout cross member, by their necks, and may the Skewed-eyed gods take their souls.
I continue to welcome any communication in regards to trade, cooperative efforts, or alliance from those currently in the region. You may reach me via the incantation wyrmsNOwyrdSPAM@yahoo.com (Omit speaking the words NO & SPAM when using this cantrip please. ;)
Liikkely Loost (Leading crazy person.)
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Redbull (201) writes:
Sitting Bull wrote in his diary:
Ok, now that I have this imp... wtf am I supposed to do with it? For crying out loud! Im moving on. World, here I come.
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Why worry about tomorrow when there are so many things that will go wrong today.
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A fool and his head are soon parted.
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