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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for July in the Year 4
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Klingons (57) writes:
Somewhere in the wilderness a jester huddled around a campfire with a lone sentry, who appeared to be dozing. Watching the two of them was a third man.
Suddenly the sentry violently twitched and yelled out "00e0cd1d50ca1281d04724bfe65"
The two other men looked at each other with a start. Then the sentry started to shiver and plaintively repeat the sound "Br. Br."
The Jester and the third man looked at each other and knew that it would be a very long month.
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Sohu-Sbrol Guild (62) writes:
*** Attention All Players ***
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Now back to your regularly scheduled Atlantis soap.
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The tales of the sea monster were true. Some local fishermen called it a "kraken" and it lived up to its legend - large teeth, mean grimace, and angry demeanor. It wasn't a big collector of treasure, though. It had probably taken down many trade ships but its lair, a half-sunken ship, only contained a few bags of aged silver.
The underworld was active. Many scouts exploring, and many goblins and dragons killing them. Rotting bodies littered the cavern floors. The goblins were especially territorial for when they captured a scout, they spiked him on a stalagmite.
The ocean we border is really only a sea. Is there no great ocean spanning the globe?
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
The caravan had been on the road 3 days when they came to the "border".
Actually it was just a river crossing, but there was a band of armed men calling them selves the Knomb Liberation Organisation.
And they were demanding taxes for crossing the bridge.
The demanded taxes were quite high.
10 Silver per horse, 20 per person, 50 per wagon and 1 per item on the wagon.
We weren't prepared to pay that.
They were a largish group. We could take them, but were not prepared for the probable cost in lives, on our side.
We on the other hand were a large enough group to ensure that they would not succeed in an attack on us.
So, day 3. And we look at each other accross the river still.
Actually if we had left directly we would be at the next crossing by now.
But we had expected a compromise.
Something they seem reluctant to do. Although they don't look desperate. It seems they have been here before and seem assured that patients will prevail.
And they may be correct.
Last night we sat around the fire discussing every option we could think of.
Including every hair brained scheme to eliminate them. But nothing seemed viable.
We will going down there shortly to meet with their leader again. We take a stool and a bottle of grog. Sit around discussing posibilities, consequences etc.
But they just drink our grog and demand the same as yesterday.
Now that I think about it, it has been quite surprising that we have seen no patrols from the local town. Makes one wonder if they are in this together?
Although it might just mean that the town too is under duress.
Perhaps we should swim someone across the river tonight and have them go check it out.
We already sent someone off to check the next bridge. They should be back tonight.
We can't pay them what they ask. There would be no point in the caravan then. We would just be trying to recap our loss.
We can't sit here and do nothing.
It might be better money spent hirring mercenaries from the local towns.
Problem is that might just add to their number and they could just take everything.
Either way, we have decided that tomorrow is our breakout day.
Pay them, take them, leaved them or go home.
Tomorrow is the day of reconing.
Personally I am for take them. But I am young and stupid and just want to see how good I am with the sword.
The hired hands are voting for pay, while anyone with anything invested is leaning toward another route.
No one is leaning toward home.
Ah, here he comes with the bottle of grog. Lets go see what today brings.
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Izzee Loost looked out over the waves as they broke onto the shore. Thinking he saw movements among the waters, he squinted into the setting sun, trying to see clearly. Suddenly hundreds of creatures were boiling from the ocean, moving up the beach toward the encampment outside the city. Harsh croakings and guttural sounds issued forth from the horde as they pushed themselves along on stunted, stubby legs dragging... fishtails behind them along the sand? Definitely fishtails. Waving tridents, crossbows, and mithril weapons by the Skewed-eyed Gods! It could only be the clan of Merfolk reported by the scouts last month Izzee decided, as he hastily sounded the alarm to warn the camp. Suddenly from the landward side a large company of mixed beast broke over the rise. Wolves, giant spiders and what appeared to be giant moles! They were herded and directed toward the encampment by numerous Merfolk riding winged-horses! Izzee fervently made appeals to Oogly the King of the gods, that they'd all survive this battle.
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The Descendants of Andor (208) writes:
Y'all Realms and Rulers of this World!
The Descendants of Andor have come to these strange new Lands from far away Shores of different Waters. We were reluctant to leave this beloved Homeland behind, but irrevocable Reasons coerced us to do so. And now, the Descendants of Andor are in Search of new Places to settle. Impressed by the pursuit of our liberty, we will find a new Home by any means necessary.
Areldan Chur
A lorn Ranger of Andor's Descendants
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Am I experiencing the timeless and eternal, or am I just on hold with cosmic tech support?
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The best arguments have the sharpest fangs.
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Only who knows the lie is able to doubt the truth.
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