+------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | t'Nyc PBM Game 29 June 1988 | | Rules version 0.1.11 Game Start 1 | +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ The T'Nyc Times Volume 5 Number 3 +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Playerships 88 Orders 36 Entities 3326 Highest 3695 Places 11? Artifacts 6+ | +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Stephen Tihor > TIHOR@ACF1.NYU.EDU > cmcl2!acf1.nyu.edu!tihor 251 Mercer Street TIHOR@NYU-ACF7.ARPA cmcl2!acf[0-9].nyu.edu!tihor NY NY 10012 > TIHOR@NYUACF.BITNET cmcl2!tihor +1 212 998 3052 TIHOR@NYUACF7.BITNET +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Next Turn Due: 14 July 1988 | +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ BACK ISSUES available...a reminder that all back issues are available on request (plus cost for mailing if sent by post.) FOR LOCAL REASONS the TIHORn accounts have been canceled. Someone asked one of the operators a question and as I warned people that those accounts would go poof if anyone noticed them. A special captive command procedure has been set up to allow them to upload and download orders, moves, results, newletters, and mail. ON SPOTTING: a player wrote: 1. Am I right in assuming that a lone unit is considered to be leading a stack? Yes. 2. [A player should organize his units into stacks to produce the level of spotting reports he desires.] That has been my position inthe past. 3. If you want to change the rules I suggest having only one spotting report per province and pool all the characters of a faction together even if not in the same stack for purposes of spotting. This is not technically feasable at this time. While it could be implemented in PBM II I am somewhat dubious about doing it because it means a significant effort to gather the skills of all entities under a given player in a given location. The situation with "alliances" and subordinatate playerships is also difficult to handle intutively. Separate spotting for separate stacks is the natural and simple approach but if there is a general solution that addresses these other issue I would be interested. WARNING: asbestos removal wrok will take place here during August. We expect no major problems but ANYTHING can happen. CHANGE OF ADDRESS: I've got a new US mail and e-mail address. Anyone wishing to contact Zephrys[796] or Zot[1957] please use either speegle@cs.utexas.edu or Greg Speegle 13201 Bennington Lane Austin, Texas 78753 (512) 990-1862 SILVER PALACE NEWS FLASH In a new development in this hot spot of Entnycardia, Bale [2257] has written to Darkstar Frnaklin to respond to the simple advice the Mayor of the Golden City asked for. The response from the Mayor which was received via telepathic relays of dubvious nautures, was a rather flippant reply refusing to recognize the letter from Bale since it was from n unrecognized personage and the Mayor wishes only to correspond with nobles. This type of behavior fits in well with the current mannerism of the Steward of the Silver Palce and possibly there is some mental distortion that occurs with the obtaining of power over rich places. Bale has long been a neutral observor of the scenes around him and has tried to understand the conflicts about him by continuing to study the lands that surround him and the motivation of the peoples therein. Never- theless it is becoming more difficult to remain idle in study while those about you are starting to strike out at one another and at least one side is refusing to discuss the matters at hand...even when they bring the question up. With the current riots by the women of the Palace getting stronger and stronger, Bale, always a soft touch for the ladies of the world, will be looking forward to words of enchantment from them as well as some sign of devine intervention in the war brewing beneath the walls. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>PROCLAMATION<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< As of the Second Lune of the new year, the City of Ryvwy is now under MARSHAL LAW!! All visitors into the city who wish to stay for any length of time are to garrison what troops they have. If there is failure to comply with this request it will be viewed as a hostile act punishable by capture and possible execution. I regret to have to take such harsh measures, but in my absence certain parties have taken it upon themselves to pillage and terrorize the City in hopes of expansion...I am without doubt a peacful man who would prefer no violence but I must take action in the name of my towns people. Although these said parties may not have known that Ryvwy had a ruler, ...they may now be forwarned and I urge them to reconcile and divert their interests elsewhere or face the consequences of their actions. "It has been said,so let it be Done!!" By decree of: Lord Bruenor of Silvaness[330] Order of the Dark Elves{VS} <<<<<<<<<<<<< [ ONE MOMENT FOR FREEDOM ]>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The time of the Great Lords is at an end, but their fight to protect the Free people of these lands was not in vein,...for in their dust has risen a new breed of men. One with freedom burning in it's heart and adept to a War from which it was baptized. It is of the "Young Lords" for which I speak,..for they hold our future...our freedom. They are strong and wise to the ways of battle, but many of them sit content in their kingdom's oblivious and untouched by the Great War. When the Cloud of War does touch their peaceful realms they will realize all too late that sitting in ignorance was only playing the fool to a Greater Enemy! I have forseen that even the lands surrounding our Splendid City of Gold will soon be rocked by the War which is so distant to some of us. Already, I can see Caliph's armies threatening our lands to the SouthEast creating great upheaval and spreading terror among the peaceful villagers of the lands. Tell me then,....Does it not take a blind man to see our true path? .. Do we not have the tools to implement? Freedom is but a Strong Heart and Spirit which motivates most who have tasted its pleasures. Are we not ready to hear the call and take up its Challenge? I say Yes!!!...So let us sing the Song of Tempos in praise of the God of Battle, and let all who oppose freedom feel the bite of our Steel,..for there is little remorse by those who strike terror into the hearts of the free. It is our time "Young Lords", we must stand united against an ever powerful enemy, or be crushed one by one due to our own pride and ignorance. A Dark Storm approaches, let our hearts guide us onto the path of Victory! Captain of the First Imperial Lancers[641] [From the Battlefields of Hamad Ur Nakir] [replies to V070QKFY@UBVMS.BITNET] It was Monday. That meant General Zot[1957] was frowning. Zot always frowned on Mondays. He frowned not so much because it was the first day of the week, because he worked so hard the rest of the time it didn't make any difference what day it was. No, Zot frowned on Mondays for a very different reason. On Monday, Zephrys was allowed a ten minute contact with his followers. Zot hated these talks. He hated them so much it spoiled his breakfast. This, of course, made Zot frown in the morning. All morning. That is until noon when the link came in. Then for the ten minutes Zephrys was allowed to speak, Zot usually were a very serious expression. Afterwards, Zot would think so long and so hard about what was said, that he would get a headache. This, of course, made him frown all afternoon. It seems that Zephrys was not very interested in the plans to persuade Glen and bring it quickly to prosperity, but instead kept talking about a guy named Zzzbegarthy, or some such name which Zot knew started with too many Z's and sounded like a disease. And what a disease it must be! For it seemed to say something about happiness while pillaging the socks off of every province you can reach. Or was it happiness through pillaging your socks in every province you're in? Zot was never sure. This, of course, made him frown all night. It was Tuesday. That meant General Zot was frowning. Zot always frowned on Tuesday. He frowned mostly because Tuesday was the day after Monday, and he never slept well on Mondays because of his headaches. Tuesdays were also bad because the Mayor of the Golden City usually called on Tuesday. The Mayor was a very busy man and tended to talk very fast about big plans and even bigger bucks, until Zot wasn't sure he was talking to him any more. He did figure out that the Mayor was helping him with Glen because on the last Tuesday, he got lots of money from the Imperial Observation Corp in Glen. They were good people. Zot doesn't frown when they come around. It was Wednesday. That meant Genreal Zot was frowning. Zot always frowned on Wednesday. He frowned partly because Wednesday followed Tuesday, and he either partied too much or thought too hard on every Tuesday since they arrived in Glen. He also frowned because Wednesday meant Zot had to talk to the spies working on Glen. They talked about things Zot was not too sure about, like telling the people of Glen their province stank and only he, Zot, could save it. Zot didn't like the people of Glen coming up to him and asking about the drought and what he was going to do about it. Of course, no one ever asked Zephrys about a drought. There was a flood and a guy named Noah he was quizzed about, but never droughts. Zot though, seemed to be constantly quizzed about droughts, and he felt these spies were the reason why, but he didn't know why. This, of course, caused him to frown quite a bit. It was Thursday. That meant General Zot was frowning. Zot always frowned on Thursday. He frowned partly because he felt bad with his ulcers acting up after what had happened on the first few days of the week, and because Thursdays he talked to the people in charge of persuading the province. They always wanted more money, promising more great things if only they had more money. They talked even faster than the mayor and made less sense than Zzzbegarthy, Zzzzzbewhothy, Zebowitz, oh, you know who. This, of course, caused him to frown all day Thursday. It was Friday. That meant General Zot was frowning. Zot always frowned on Friday because his teachers checked in on him on Friday, and he never could quite get as much done as they thought he should each week. And the stuff he had to study! Personal melee was fun, and he was doing fairly well at it, but magic resistance! Yuck! And medicine? He thought a man was a man was a man, but now he knew too much. Just thinking about all of the tiny blood veins in his body made him queasy. Too queasy to eat anything all day. This, of course, caused him to frown all day Friday. It was Saturday. Oops! Saturday is his day off. Well, maybe Zot will have a better week next time! Be sure to stay tuned for the rest of the saga of a man and his frown. See you next time! The old man entered the city at dusk, clothed in a nondescript gray traveling cloak and hood. The Sudabuk City Guard hardly gave him a second look as he made for the center of town. He walked slowly, taking in the scene, noting the signs of war that were still evident after the passage of many months. It had been a long time since he had been here, and although the area had seen its share of battles, much remained the same. He made his way to the Old Believers' quarter of the city, which was nearly vacant during the current time of poverty. He slipped down a narrow alleyway between two decrepit buildings, and made his way towards a seeming dead end. He paused before a solid brick wall, tracing lightly over the surface with his fingers. After a few minutes, he grunted, and stepped back with satisfaction. He reached into the air at his side, pulling a gnarled teakwood staff from empty space. Using the heel of his staff, he traced an intricate rune on the wall, and intoned "agni oromwe ulphon gnalfi lebrom". As he finished, the faint outline of a door glowed as if traced on the wall in silver light. After returning his staff to its invisible hiding place, he placed the palm of his right hand in the center of the glimmering portal, and pushed softly. The door swung silently open at his touch, revealing a hidden room that was larger than the space between the buildings permitted. The inner chamber was sparsely furnished, with a cot along one wall, a rough wooden table with matching chairs in the center of the room, and a fireplace on the left wall. There were shelves built into a corner, containing various foodstuffs and supplies. Slumbering on the cot was a dubious looking elf, oblivious to the intrusion. Hardly sparing him a glance, the old man nodded in recognition and moved to the fireplace. He stirred up the fire, and drew up a stool to sit before the blaze. His activity seemed to disturb the elf's sleep, for he tossed on the cot, and then peered hazily at the mage. "Master!" he cried, rubbing his head, "Can it be? Is it--" He cut himself short as the old man turned to face him. "Greetings, Sikan. I am glad to see you, old friend. How is your life these days?" asked the wizard, in a rich, pleasant voice. "There are very few of us left from the old days, eh, friend?" "Hy-Osa!" exclaimed Sikan D'fynd, jumping up from the cot. "I had not recognized you at first. I am glad to see you, too! It has been far too long since you have been in Sudabuk. Where have you been? I have heard nought of you since you disappeared some two years ago." They fell to talking, as Sikan laid out a meal of bread, cheese, dried fruit, salted meat, and a provincial dessert made from chocolate. As Master Wizard Hy-Osa spied the last, a smile crossed his face. For he especially loved the chocolate produced in Sudabuk, and he had missed it sorely during his absence. As the night lengthened, they talked much of what had transpired since last they met. Sikan told of his many adventures in the Pusan peninsula, including the last days of Roy Batty and Ingold Merion, the various skirmishes with Jakara's troops, his work in liberating various provinces, and the current struggle within Sudabuk itself. For his part, Hy-0sa countered with tales of his travels in the east, his explorations of the land of Celicia, the Straits of Hanuman, and various other isles and inlets in the vast eastern sea. "Indeed, it was most strange," he explained, "for I found myself on the isle of Celicia some months back, with little recollection of how I had come to be there. I could recall various travels and lands, but not whom I travelled with, nor why I was travelling. Eventually, I crossed paths with Naomi Airwhisper, whom Kosar had sent out to search for me. She told me where I was, and some of what has been happening in the world, including the untimely passing of our lord. So, I desired to visit my homeland again, and see for myself what has been happening." They talked long into the night, and as dawn approached, Hy-Osa stood and stretched, then tended the fire. As he placed the poker back in its rack, he gazed around the room with a look of contentment. "Yes, home. I've come home. It feels good to be back." -- Master Wizard Hy-Osa, [324] A 5 Minute Tour of T'Nyc Greetings, and welcome to T'Nyc Whirlwind Tours, Inc. I'll be your guide today as we circumnavigate the known world. I'll be pointing out highlights along our tour, and familiarizing you with the habits of the locals. As you will note, we're starting our tour in Chardia. The flourishing city is called Runesward, and it is controlled by Kosic Kosarson [753]. As you'll notice, the Chardian peninsula is crawling with illusory dragons. That is Kosic's standard operating procedure: he has scads of illusions running around, persuading everything in sight. You'll notice that Runesward has the largest indigenous population of entertainers per capita. This isn't due to Kosic, but rather... Allister McGuillicuddy. As you'll notice, we have now entered another splendid city, Bath, located in the province of Rye. This is Allister's seat of power, from which he sends out his legions of entertainers. He started out in Chardia, and has left a slew of entertainers in his wake. He has as a neighbor... Erin the Fell, er, Orthag the Protector, er, um, well heck! It's just too darn hard to figure out which body he's inhabiting this week. Erthag controls Eastport and Hamish, gifts from his retired friend, Shay Tollin. Orin was a candidate in the election for Mayor of the Golden City, which he lost to... Darkstar Franklin. As you'll note, there are literally hundreds of military units here in the Golden City, as well as Allister's ever present entertainers. This is due to the Mayor's affliction with New-Unit-Mania, which causes him to ceaselessly create large numbers of new military units. In this respect, he is closely resembled by... Jakara, who controls the Silver Isles. We can't actually visit there, becase he, and his partner the Caliph, are so anti-social that they attack all visitors on sight. But, rumor has it that Samarkand is a nice place to live, if you can stand the constant propag...er, philiosphical teachings of the poet Zzarbtheguady. Jakara is mostly known for his huge stacks of military units, often numbering over 2000 figures. He is currently trying to take over Pusan, which is home to... Zephrys, Molgar, Ariela, Toungueston, Celesto, Rabouf, and probably several other nobles. They can usually be seen out working in their provinces, hobnobbing with their underlings and giving discourse on the proper way to raise Ukranian mushrooms in forest provinces. Often seen passing through this neighborhood is... Twilkip Thimark the Dark, the incorrigible horselord and barbarian of Oompal. He spends a lot of time making guerilla attacks on Jakara, with devestating effect. Twilkip will almost always have large units of cavalry around. He used to tote the Throne of the Emperors around with him, but he gave that to... BirSauron, who was given a large part of Twilkip's command when Twilkip went into semi-retirement in the hills of Oompal. BirSauron is best known for his ebullient and verbose press, as put forth by both the Empire of Fire, and the Freedom Press. He controls Kismain, which is an isolated island area. His units seem to be characterized by confusion, and they can usually be seen milling about on the mainland, attacking random people, and of course, writing press. He has as one of his neighbors... Cain, who lives in the southern Mountains. He can be found running back and forth between Delvehome, the Crystal Caves, and the Mountains of Deception, persuading any unit of Twilkip's he comes across. He keeps getting caught, and being let go on parole, but he seems to be a glutton for punishment, since he just keeps trying the same thing. This concludes our 5 minute tour of T'Nyc. We are sure we missed some of the famous people in the land, since there just isn't enough time to see them all. Don't worry, if you decide to come here and live, you can meet them all! Thanks again for choosing our tour service, and please remain seated until the ride has come to a complete and final stop! sc -- **************************************************************************** ******** RESPONSE OF THE PEOPLE OF KISMAIN TO THE RAVAGES OF THORN ********* ******** AND RECENT ATTACKS BY HIS MINIONS ON THE FREE FOLK OF ********* ******** TONDRIL ********* **************************************************************************** When in the course of secular events it becomes necessary for a faction to dissolve the bonds of peace and turn to the thunderous calamity of violent conflict to guarantee and secure those equal and separate stations to which the Laws of Nature and observance of God's True Church does entitle them, a decent respect for the opinions of mankind by the Free and Holy People of Kismain does require of us to declare the causes which impel us upon the roads of WAR. We hold these divine gospels to be self-evident, that all folk are blessed by their Creator with inviolable rights, not least of which are and ought to always be: the freedom from hostile persuasion, the freedom from attack both of the direct and most ghastly: magical type, the freedom of association and due and proper diplomatic communication to the powers and beings of choice, the freedom to set the course of our destiny, and bring resources which threaten our environment and our future prosperity under control. To secure these Freedoms and Right's, the peoples of Kismain have placed a duty and a geas upon its Government and the Alliance to which it has formed, to take arms in our defense after all other measures have failed. These then are the abuses and usurpations which led by Thorn, (ill be spoken his name) and his minions in the Silver Palace, have perpetrated upon us: 1. Be it known that upon being properly chosen by the People Of Kismain in the most Holy Quarter of last year, this government saw that they did incite to riot and revolt the people of the this good City against its government, 2. That such incitements and disruptions, which were ill received by the good folk, did continue well past the start of communication to bring them to a peaceable end. During this period, which saw tensions and panic swelling in the streets, our leaders under the most restrained hands of BirSauron and Nasrib of Ide, did bring to bear not arms but force of will upon them to bring the conflict to an end. Now it is evident that their contraction from hostile persuasion was nothing less than the snake coiling tighter to strike with greater force at a distant time, 3. That while the doors to the city were thrown open to welcome their commerce, upon their adherence to the most proper and orderly Law of Common Garrison, that they did steadfastly refuse to join in the defence of the city while proffering their illusionary wares and wages of sin despite the City Laws against such practices. 4. That in the face of the common enemy: the monstrous Revenant, they did naturally to their instincts flee from any duty and left in the middle of the nightly battle, 5. That they participated in a policy of sole ownership of the Island of Tondril which even as we rest our pens herein, we see their flags flying from the Silver Palace below the City and from Peranda's surrounding hills, as well as reaching now the rich lands of Lower Tondril. 6. That in our pursuit to drive the foreign evil mainland powers from this Most Holy Island, that they did attempt to further conspiracies in the noble and honored Demon Guard most recently not even within a month of this writing. 7. That they have attacked us by magical means in the area of Lower Tondril with their Air Magic 8. That they have proclaimed that we have no freedom of diplomatic mission to those powers of the mainland that we so choose. This from a faction whose early freedom from justified violent retribution was a result of the diplomatic mission from the City to themselves Therefore, by the powers which the people of Kismain have thrusted upon our goodselves and the authority and duty thus bestowed, we solemnly publish and declare that between the People of Kismain and the faction of Thorn, that there is existing and ought to exist a State of War. We, as the instruments of the Will of the People of Kismain do solemnly declare our support of this Declaration with a firm reliance on the Protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge our Lives, our Fortune, and our Sacred Honor to the swift completion of this conflict and for a return to the normalcy we have strived for. For the People's Command: Nasrib of Ide For the Church Most Holy: GollyIm For the City Council: BirSauron *************************Freedom Press [2766]******************************* From: INTERNET "speegle@cs.utexas.edu" 8-JUL-1988 15:43:18 To: tihor@nyu-acf1.arpa Subj: Times Article Return-Path: Received: from SALLY.CS.UTEXAS.EDU by ACF1.NYU.EDU via INTERNET with SMTP ; Fri, 8 Jul 1988 15:41 EDT Delivery-Notice: The host we received this message from is not in our Host Name Table. This might make it impossible for you to reply to this message. Transmitted: Fri, 8 Jul 88 12:34:51 CDT Posted-Date: Fri, 8 Jul 88 12:34:51 CDT Message-Id: <8807081734.AA23075@sally.cs.utexas.edu> Received: by sally.cs.utexas.edu (5.54/1.14) id AA23075; Fri, 8 Jul 88 12:34:51 CDT X-Notice: Mail into the domain CS.UTEXAS.EDU should be routed through the relay host CS.UTEXAS.EDU. SMTP connections to our other hosts will be discontinued approximately 1-Aug-88. When last seen, General Zot[1957] was frowning. It had been assumed at the time that this condition was due to the stress of his new role as leader of the former riverfolk, now woodfolk, in Glen. However, one spring morning, he learned differently... "Are you the great General Zot?", asked the timid woodsman, as Zot hurried for another meeting. "Uh, well, I'm Zot anyway." replied the general, very surprised to hear `great' prefixed to his name instead of sap sucking. Zot wasn't sure what sap sucking was, but he was positive that wasn't a compliment. "Oh! I've heard so much about you!" chimed the woodsman, "It is an honor and a priviledge to be here with you in the same part of the woods! Can I have your autograph?" Zot, quite pleased with himself, signed for the woodsman, and then continued to his meeting. Maybe this Glen place wasn't so bad afterall. The meeting was between the two groups trying hardest to convert Glen. They had been successful for a short while, but then had lost control of the province again to another unit. One called the Punster. Despite repeated efforts to locate this unit, it remained unseen. "Clearly, this is a sneaky unit which is afraid to show his face," said a man dressed in a three piece suit, "But he is very effective at persuading Glen. We'll have to do something about him." "I'm most curious," said Zot, "as to why we haven't heard anything from this unit. We would've been most willing to deal with any unit in the area on the best way to control the province, but we can't deal if we don't know who he is." "True!" said a one-time govenor, "So we'll try to learn more about him this lune, and see if we can hold the province in spite of him. You know what this means, of course." Zot sighed. "It is such an unpleasant business. Couldn't we try to hold the province honestly?" The two shook their heads slowly, and Zot was resigned to having his military units terrorize the province in an effort to drive the Punster out. It would be a most unpleasant task, and one that could have been avoided with a more open opponent. Zot rose to go, but as he turned, a voice called back, "Zot, what's that on your back?" "I believe it's a reputation! How did you get that?" Zot didn't know, and it soon became obvious that Zot had been attacked in the past round. All eyes turned to one unit, 2299, most likely responsible for the attack. This could mean only one thing: war had come again to Glen. Meanwhile, a rumor was sweeping Glen: Zephrys had returned! Stay tuned next week for the results!