+------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | t'Nyc PBM Game 8 August 1988 | | Rules version 0.1.11 Game Start 1 | +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ The T'Nyc Times Volume 5 Number 5 +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Playerships 90 Orders 36 Entities 3726 Highest 3965 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: 22 August 1988 | +------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Sadly this may be the last turn of PBM I that I can produce. Although I had intended to keep PBM I running until PBM II was ready some players positions have continued to grow to a size where I no longer have disk space available to prepare and hold the printouts. Technically I could continue running the game but only with a direct limitation on the number of entities in player to about 3500 and only if players avoid issue multilpe explore orders or indeed large numbers of orders total. Since Mike has already indicated that this is not an acceptable restriction I will probablly have to terminate PBM I. I do regret this but must devote such time as I have to PBM II if it is to be begin soon, while I still have some players around to seed it. It is possible that things will stabilize soon but I doubt it from the rate of unit creation and the growth in the size of the master printout. New Player: Jeff Narucki 11 Curve Lane Levittown, NY 11756 (516) 796-1776 Sundays (10am-10pm) Mondays (5pm-10pm) Fridays (4:30pm-7pm) bitnet address : accjbn@hofstra ------------------------------------------------------------------------ General Zot[1957] laughed. The party over claiming Glen had been a bit wild, but this was a bit too much. Some sentry was reporting 130 units with over 8,402 figures. That was twice the size of Glen! There was no way any army could be that big! Why, it would cost hundreds of thousands of silvers each lune just to feed something that size! Zot laughed again and decided he wouldn't punish the poor lad too much. After all, the party had been pretty wild. Zot wandered out of his tent and towards the small village where his books were kept to continue his studies. As he strode through the towering trees, he spotted some mistletoe nestled high in the branches. Since he was learning the protective powers of that plant, he decided to climb the tree and get it for himself. None of his soldiers would claim he was soft! Zot worked himself through the branches, carefully testing each limb to see if it could support both his weight, and the weight of the heavy armor he wore even now. It was Zephrys' idea, and of course, whatever the boss wanted, he got. Finally, Zot could reach the delicate plant. Just before he reached it, he remembered that the plant had to be harvested at night with a full moon if it was to be worth anything. "Great, Zot." he mumbled, "Now let's see if you can get down." Zot looked around to find a space to climb down, when his eyes caught the glint of sunlight reflecting off of armor. Far away, but coming closer, was a steady stream of armored bodies. They were being carried in the air by 7 great mages, and Zot began to count their numbers. Soon, he could tell they were far more than any reasonable unit should ever have. He began to use a knife to mark their numbers in a tree. 100...200...300...400 and still more came in on the wings of the air mages, which he could now tell was called the Wings of Doom. Many of them were soldiers wearing medium armor, much of it armor-6, but some were wizards, and they came in dozens as well. 1500...16000...1700 and still greater rose the numbers of the group. Zot began to wonder if the scouting report he had laughed at earlier in the day might have been closer to correct than he thought. 3900...4000...4100 and on they came. Legions upon legions. Some single units had more men than all of Zot's combined forces in Glen. This could be very bad. 6300...6400...6500! How many could there be? Zot feared that all of Glen would soon be overrun by this unimaginable army. He began to form a possible plan, but it would be very difficult. 8300...8400...8402. 8,402 figures. 130 units. All of them hostile. And the last unit was an artifact, the Compact, as well. This was not good. These units belonged to Jakara, the same Dark Lord who had held Zephrys captive for several lunes, never listening to any pleas for release, now barged into Glen and began to hammer on the units there. Zot quickly scrambled to the ground, his heavy armor protecting him from the branches. His troops were well trained, and would gather soon. But would his plan work? He didn't know... The next week was the second bloodiest thing Zot had ever seen. An earlier massacre by another of Jakara's armies was worse only because his own units had suffered, and this time they had escaped. Zot's men had spread themselves out thinly in the thick Glen forest, and had avoided any fighting with the tremendous army that now walked through the province. Some others had not been so lucky. Rhombus and his stack was now a prisoner. One of Zot's units which happened into the area was also captured. How many others, he wasn't sure. Some units, including RiasRoc, which belonged to others had managed to escape by having high stealth or invisibility, but most of the happy people in Glen were no more. Glen itself had been brutally terrorized by this incredible force, and, as Zot well believed, would soon do what ever was needed to prevent more punishment. Zot knew his men had only one choice. They would leave. To stay would be folly, especially since the Dark Lord Jakara had again refused to respond to his pleas for a peaceful negotiation. Zot was very worried. T'Nyc was now ruled by the super-armies. He dared not return to Chardia, for he knew armies of the same size waited there. He dared not go to the Golden City, for rumors abounded that Jakara was headed there. He would leave, and search amidst the ruins of T'Nyc for a better, safer place to stay. He knew a friend who would welcome him, so he would go there, a small island of peace in the sea of turmoil which was T'Nyc. He would not tell any where this peace was, for fear of its destruction. This would be the last message from him, a beaten man. In an unknown place, by some unknown people... R. (not his real name) stood up, and the crowd was silenced. Among them all, he was the most respected. A true giant among men. "We are gathered here today, because life as we know it is being threatened by the Twicelings. They have pillaged and destroyed entire provinces for merely their own personal gain. They have sent thousands to their death, and they haven't cared, claiming there will always be more. And more of the Twicelings there always is! But not always more of us! Not always more of the people who matter! The carnage reaped by the Twicelings is reaching Armaggedon proportions. They will not stop until the land is waste, and the seas red with their blood! "If it were just their blood, then I wouldn't care. But it is not. The bleed us of our young, and our strong, and leaves us to rot in our old age. What will the Darkstars and the Kosars and the Jakaras have us eat? Our own bodies? These ravaged lands cannot stand any more! To arms my fellows! To arms!" A cheer filled the small building as hundreds of small voices shouted and hundreds of small hands clapped. "But wait!" cried R., barely being able to be heard, "We shall not fight with war. For then we shall be as bad as the Twicelings. No, we shall come in peace. And peace shall win over war. And the mighty will be laid low." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ E N T N Y C H A R D I A N T R A D E U N L I M I T E D ------------------------- --------- ----------------- Entnychardian Trade, Unlimited has offices in all the major markets. Our traders are of the highest skill, and are knowledgable in the ways of the particular goods they buy and sell. Reasonable fees. Transportation available. Contact: 1313 in the Golden City Level 8 2401 in the Golden City and Harn Level 6 2280 in Harn (associate member) Level 8 1139 in Bath Level 6 1945 in Bath (associate member) Level 7 1201 in Eastport Level 6 550 in Eastport Level 8 2289 in Runesward Level 5 1286 in Central Chardia Level 8 1111 in Hamish Level 7 2936 in Black Hills (assoc. member) Level 2 1542 new market res. (assoc. member) Level 7 561 new market research Level 5 You can see that our traders are highly skilled. They also have skill levels in their respective markets, which ensures them the best possible deals. ANNOUNCEMENT: ENTNYCHARDIAN TRADE UNLIMITED is a non-partisan trade network. We are friendly and wish to be considered neutral to any and all peoples, especially armies and other "social adjusters." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% ------------------------------- | | | Radio Free T'Nyc | | | ------------------------------- GOOOD MOORRRNNINNG TUUHHNICK! Welcome to the all new, improved Radio Free T'Nyc, coming to you live from various locations around our fair world! This lune we are visiting the Golden City herself (for one last look...heh!). Just kidding folks. Let's start off with Celebrity Wake Up! GOOOD MORRNNING DARKSTAR FRANKLIN! Formerly Lt. Darkstar Franklin, he is now Mayor Darkstar Franklin of the Golden City! Recently the good mayor sent some 4000 of the city's best off to trash Skyhold, a subject city of the master of evil himself, Jakara. Apparently Jakara took offense and retaliated with a 10000 man army himself, almost utterly destroying the army. Rumors abound, bets are placed, and everyone waits anxiously for the big news...Is GC burning? Not yet folks, and maybe not at all, according to some folks around here who are determined to prevent that catastrophe at all costs. Many wonder just what has the mayor been doing to ensure the safety of the good peoples of GC. To what ends has his millions been devoted? The Imperial Observation Corp some of you are saying...he created them. Yes indeed, you see them wherever you go, a score or so of innocent people sitting around and doing nothing...or so it seems. I think a better name would be Imperial Spy Network...Big Brother is watching you...in fact Big Brother was given the task of creating the corp by the mayor. I am, of course, referring to Mister Allister McGuillicuddy, renowned entertainer (who some say makes more than BHIL KOZBEE [000]). So, what have we to show for the millions in entertainment, tax, and trade capital? 4000 dead soldiers and a few thousand more lining up for seconds! Many of you out there may not know this, but Darkstar, and Kosar before him, lost more troops than just those that were attacked by Jakara. They city of Skyhold picked off its fair share! Do you know that for the low low sum of 300,000 or so silvers, every able bodied citizen could be proficient in basic melee skills in one week? I estimate that the whole populace could be a formidable threat in just two lunes of training, at a total cost of only a little more than half a million silver. This is pocket change for the Golden City boys. A revolutionary idea, you say. Not so. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the deadliness of they citizens of Myfing! Visitors to the cities of Runesward, Eastport, Harn, Cwub, Skyhold (what little is left), and the provinces of Hamish, East Tyre Sea, Retief, North Ocean of Storms, Southfort, and many others no doubt, are certainly aware that the friendly citizens of those lands are happily able to defend themselves. Why not the citizens of the greatest city of all? If Darkstar is merely content to sit on his wealth than perhaps a recall election is indeed in order, as was suggested a few lunes ago. Well, it's time for a report from our roving reporter, "Wings!". "Hey Eddie! Take a breather man...heh! Things are getting hotter in everyone's favorite terrarium, the isolated island of Kismain as two factions vie for dominance. One side, led by Birsauron claims total control of the island under a joint venture program, which at first blush seems to leave Mr. Birsauron's purse well lined. The other faction, reputably named Thorn, Enterprises claims they are the true good rulers. Isn't that just like these banana republics? Well, wake up down there, rumor has it that someone on the island is calling in some heavy markers from the mainland. Keep your heads up down there boys! Meanwhile, on the mainland, various factions who have received (or taken) the lands of Cindor and Twilkip are mixing it up a bit. I wonder if Jakara doesn't just have to sit back and let them destroy themselves bickering over the scraps of the once mighty empires like ravished hounds. That's my report, Eddie...one bit of advice though. Don't hang around GC for much longer. The odds in Harn (betting capitol of T'Nyc) are 5 to 1 that GC is invaded two lunes hence." Thanks, "Wings!" In other news, pro Jakaran armies stay entrenched in the Gulf of San, Cwub, and Losif. It has been noted that the mighty Hellgar (1545), veteran of many of Jakara's battles is in the midst of his erstwhile compatriots in Losif but wears his own colors! Second thoughts, Helly? If Jakara isn't paying so well, maybe someone else is. Of course maybe he intends to pay them with the shipload of chocolate that sits in the Gulf of San. Well, my time is up! As usual, any replies, editorial comments, or complaints can be sent to [0], we don't want 'em! This is Etheric Eddie, signing off for Radio Free T'NYC! %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Alexandra [222] knew that life on the once quiet island was about to be turned upside down. No longer was she in control of her destiny. Having been lead to believe that this was a noble cause she had joined the alliance, convinced that her opponent, Thorn Enterprises was evil incarnate. As she stepped back and looked at herself and her allies, she could now see that to the common people of the city they were no better than the current rule. Her plan had been the subtle approach to slowly persuade the city folk to turn against the current dictatorship, however, it was now apparent that her plans of liberating the Palace in this way were not to be allowed to come to fruition. The situation was getting out of hand. Her allies in their rush to be done with Thorn Enterprises had stepped up the confrontation to one of war. "I have such dreams for the Palace - I wish it to be a safe haven to travlers and traders, a hub for trade to and from the mainland." But these goals of peace and prosperity are not shared among the allies. They are possessed by the desire to have absolute control of the island and to keep mainlanders off!", she paced the floor of her tent for the thousandth becoming more outraged at every thought. "Oh, Men! Damn! Why must they always push for war and immediate victory when so many lives could have been saved if they had only listened to me." Alexandria stepped outside of her tent into the cool night air. Forcing herself to relax she sat down under a tall oak tree and leaned back hugging her arms about her. "What have I done? How can I stop this before it gets any further out of hand." Realizing the futility of this train of thought she retired back to her tent for the night. As Alexandria slept she dreamed of times long past when, joined with friends, she had traveled across the country seeking adventure and fortune. She smiled sadly as she envisioned an old friend, a handsome man - respected by all who met him - a veteran of many battles, who could command thousands of troops in battle - yet also a man of compassion with a touch so gentle that the mere thought of it ran shivers up and down her spine. As she awoke, she knew that he was the only one she could truly trust and turn to for help. As she stared helplessly at the communication gem in her hand she wished that she could reach out and touch him; yet she had no idea where he was or how to reach him - to send a general message for help would cause still more problems - what should she do? At that moment she was interrupted by Cassandra. "Alexandra, you are wanted in the war council." "What now." she sighed. "How long must this go on? Must I see my people destroyed by the ravages of war?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know a land route into Chardia. Anyone interested? It will cost 1,000,000 silvers for the info. Send replys to box 2981. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ E N T N Y C H A R D I A N T R A D E U N L I M I T E D ------------------------- --------- ----------------- Entnychardian Trade, Unlimited has offices in all the major markets. Our traders are of the highest skill, and are knowledgable in the ways of the particular goods they buy and sell. Reasonable fees. Transportation available. Contact: 1313 in the Golden City Level 8 2401 in the Golden City and Harn Level 6 2280 in Harn (associate member) Level 8 1139 in Bath Level 6 1945 in Bath (associate member) Level 7 1201 in Eastport Level 6 550 in Eastport Level 8 2289 in Runesward Level 5 1286 in Central Chardia Level 8 1111 in Hamish Level 7 2936 in Black Hills (assoc. member) Level 2 1542 new market res. (assoc. member) Level 7 561 new market research Level 5 You can see that our traders are highly skilled. They also have skill levels in their respective markets, which ensures them the best possible deals. ANNOUNCEMENT: ENTNYCHARDIAN TRADE UNLIMITED is a non-partisan trade network. We are friendly and wish to be considered neutral to any and all peoples, especially armies and other "social adjusters." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% ------------------------------- | | | Radio Free T'Nyc | | | ------------------------------- GOOOD MOORRRNNINNG TUUHHNICK! Welcome to the all new, improved Radio Free T'Nyc, coming to you live from various locations around our fair world! This lune we are visiting the Golden City herself (for one last look...heh!). Just kidding folks. Let's start off with Celebrity Wake Up! GOOOD MORRNNING DARKSTAR FRANKLIN! Formerly Lt. Darkstar Franklin, he is now Mayor Darkstar Franklin of the Golden City! Recently the good mayor sent some 4000 of the city's best off to trash Skyhold, a subject city of the master of evil himself, Jakara. Apparently Jakara took offense and retaliated with a 10000 man army himself, almost utterly destroying the army. Rumors abound, bets are placed, and everyone waits anxiously for the big news...Is GC burning? Not yet folks, and maybe not at all, according to some folks around here who are determined to prevent that catastrophe at all costs. Many wonder just what has the mayor been doing to ensure the safety of the good peoples of GC. To what ends has his millions been devoted? The Imperial Observation Corp some of you are saying...he created them. Yes indeed, you see them wherever you go, a score or so of innocent people sitting around and doing nothing...or so it seems. I think a better name would be Imperial Spy Network...Big Brother is watching you...in fact Big Brother was given the task of creating the corp by the mayor. I am, of course, referring to Mister Allister McGuillicuddy, renowned entertainer (who some say makes more than BHIL KOZBEE [000]). So, what have we to show for the millions in entertainment, tax, and trade capital? 4000 dead soldiers and a few thousand more lining up for seconds! Many of you out there may not know this, but Darkstar, and Kosar before him, lost more troops than just those that were attacked by Jakara. They city of Skyhold picked off its fair share! Do you know that for the low low sum of 300,000 or so silvers, every able bodied citizen could be proficient in basic melee skills in one week? I estimate that the whole populace could be a formidable threat in just two lunes of training, at a total cost of only a little more than half a million silver. This is pocket change for the Golden City boys. A revolutionary idea, you say. Not so. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the deadliness of they citizens of Myfing! Visitors to the cities of Runesward, Eastport, Harn, Cwub, Skyhold (what little is left), and the provinces of Hamish, East Tyre Sea, Retief, North Ocean of Storms, Southfort, and many others no doubt, are certainly aware that the friendly citizens of those lands are happily able to defend themselves. Why not the citizens of the greatest city of all? If Darkstar is merely content to sit on his wealth than perhaps a recall election is indeed in order, as was suggested a few lunes ago. Well, it's time for a report from our roving reporter, "Wings!". "Hey Eddie! Take a breather man...heh! Things are getting hotter in everyone's favorite terrarium, the isolated island of Kismain as two factions vie for dominance. One side, led by Birsauron claims total control of the island under a joint venture program, which at first blush seems to leave Mr. Birsauron's purse well lined. The other faction, reputably named Thorn, Enterprises claims they are the true good rulers. Isn't that just like these banana republics? Well, wake up down there, rumor has it that someone on the island is calling in some heavy markers from the mainland. Keep your heads up down there boys! Meanwhile, on the mainland, various factions who have received (or taken) the lands of Cindor and Twilkip are mixing it up a bit. I wonder if Jakara doesn't just have to sit back and let them destroy themselves bickering over the scraps of the once mighty empires like ravished hounds. That's my report, Eddie...one bit of advice though. Don't hang around GC for much longer. The odds in Harn (betting capitol of T'Nyc) are 5 to 1 that GC is invaded two lunes hence." Thanks, "Wings!" In other news, pro Jakaran armies stay entrenched in the Gulf of San, Cwub, and Losif. It has been noted that the mighty Hellgar (1545), veteran of many of Jakara's battles is in the midst of his erstwhile compatriots in Losif but wears his own colors! Second thoughts, Helly? If Jakara isn't paying so well, maybe someone else is. Of course maybe he intends to pay them with the shipload of chocolate that sits in the Gulf of San. Well, my time is up! As usual, any replies, editorial comments, or complaints can be sent to [0], we don't want 'em! This is Etheric Eddie, signing off for Radio Free T'NYC! %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%