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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for January in the Year 5
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Desert Eagles (11) writes:
PAPER EAGLE COMPETITION!
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Second and third part of Times Competition - finished!
Winner of First Part of Competition:
Leader of faction Red Drogans (129)!
At second Part of Competition votes splits between two competitor:
Faction Klingons (57) and Faction Apertyx (228).
That is why we decided to not reveal winner and look at them at third
Part of Paper Competition.
But they both didn't wrote anything at third part of Competition.
So, I decide it by myself, winner is:
Leader of faction Apertyx (228)! Congratulations!!
At third Part of Competition all of us vote for one:
Leader of faction Villagers (200)!! Congratulations!!
All those leaders will receive 50 000 silver, as winners of different part of competition!
And now is a Final Part of Paper Eagle Competition:
There will take part all writers of First, Second and Third parts of Competition, and also all writers that will write in that paper.
Prize is 350 000 silver!
Please, winners of second and third part of Competition - contact me
(holdenk@mail.ru), to receive your money.
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
We had arrived at Sea Breaze the previous afternoon. But the gaurds had been alerted to our coming and closed the gates.
Apparently they had been aware of the armed band at the river crossing at thought we were them coming to "Tax" the town.
We assured them we were not and that infact they were no longer "Taxing" the bridge either.
Never the less, the gates stayed closed although we did get them to agree to getting the chief out here in the morning in hopes of persuading him.
It would help if one of the caravans could make it here by then, but our quary may have flown the coop by then.
So as we made camp last night the corpral and 2 "volunteers" had gone off to bribe a local fisherman to take them into the harbour in persuit of said quary.
Now it was morning and Captain Salivain was sitting on a log next to the fire with his coffee in hand and finishing his breakfast.
All around him was mist, not too thick and rapidly diminishing and the sound of camp at breakfast. A rest day actually, for normally they would rise with first light and be on the road by full dawn.
Out of the mist walked Corpral Mindan.
"Morning Corpral."
"Morning Captain."
The Captain had been expecting him as he had heard the greeting drifting in through the mist. He nodded to the coffee pot and the Corpral helped himself.
He had eaten a bite of bread and taken a couple of sips of coffee before the
Captain asked: "did you find him?"
"Yes. We found the place fairly easily..."
Scar face was sitting in the pub sipping his beer, chatting to the group gathered around. The Corpral had sent one of the buys out to loiter around the outhouse with instructions to illiminate him if the opertunity arose.
He had sent Donder as he was going through his beer a little quicker than required to keep up the cover.
Alkin was loitering by the door to come to his aide if required, while the Corpral had gotten close by so as to hear the conversation. He had baught the fisherman next to him a beer and was trying to look interested in the stories he was telling.
What he was infact listening to was the conversation behind him.
The rumour mill in the pub was about the Soldiers camped outside the gates, and the story from the gaurds that they were hunting someone in particular.
Most did not believe this, but still speculated about who and why.
Scar face neatly turned the conversation in a new direction a few times with a joke and a laugh, but eventually his beers added up and he went off to the outhouse.
Now clearly he could not get up and follow, so he needed to rely on his men.
He glanced around at the door and Alkin was not there. Probably following.
He checked the bar and there was Donder, buying another beer. Bloody hell.
Donder turned, saw him looking, ducked his head and made for the door. And the yelling started as he exited.
The yelling grew into brawling and soon half the pub was outside included in the spectacle.
The Corpral had flowed out with the crowd, but hung back with the spectators.
Alkin had known that his mate had gone for another beer, so he had followed scar face to the outhouse. Someone had seen him following and raised the alarm as soon as he drew his knife.
At this point only robbery was expected, but when Donder saw 2 guys holding his mate his 4 beers did the thinking and he stormed in where he should have stayed out.
It took the city gaurds to calm the fight and the 2, along with some others were taken off to sleep it off in the cells.
Nothing could be done about that now, it was tomorrows problem.
Now, where had scar face gotten to.
"And" asked the Captain, "did you find him?"
"Not emediately. I ended up following his mates. But they ended up helping him pack and getting a fisherman to take him down the coast. I Don't know where to, but I know his mates aint joining him. I got that from the argument. I think they figured out we was after him and want no part."
"So he has left town already." He was quite a while.
The Corpral ate.
"You think you can ID the fisherman?"
"Certainly. But they packed food, so it could be a few days."
"Perhaps. But we are going to folow this trail as long as we are able."
"And the men?"
"We will see today if we can get them out." He paused, "Although they may rue the fact."
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Order of Chaos (139) writes:
Liikkely gazed across the plains at the town, contemplating what it's possession could do for his family and followers. Wealth enough for all he was sure was to be had from there. Though there was the small problem of the City Council and their Guards, it wasn't insurmountable. He'd been thinking ahead and had ample troops in training to assault and take the town if need be, but it'd be so much simpler if the idiots currently in charge would just accede to his superior forces. Not that he thought it likely, foolish pride being how it was. He chuckled softly to himself thinking of all the bloodshed soon to come, knowing that it would all belong to the Guardsmen and townspeople, not his followers.
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Flamered Heathens (227) writes:
Last month I intended to leave the nexus but ended-up wandering around with my head in a book instead. Now I've stumbled into the desert and have to hope charm and good looks will help because I have nothing else going for me. Except a book to read, of course. Hmmm, lots of sand; which way to the beach?
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Animals ask no questions of you, pass no judgments, and forgive without pause. Oh, and given a chance they'll eat you for lunch.
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Admitting defeat doesn't mean you're weak. It means you're strong enough to face the truth. Wetting your pants, on the other hand
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