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   | The Olympia Times                                       issue g1-128 |
   | December 4, 1996                                                     |
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   | turn 128  122 players                            http://www.pbm.com/ |

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...you see it is much like a baby learning to walk. He is willing to try over and over again, even though he fails repeatedly. The inspired noble seeks wisdom in all available corners. He looks in the library for insights of past philosophers. He listens to those who have lived half a generation before him, to see what they have learned. He asks his priest the tough questions, and challenges the answers until they make sense. ...the inspired noble finds more pleasure in kindness than in conquest through annihilation. And when this becomes boring he seeks new ways to be kind without imposing. The inspired noble does not seek to be serving in the way others think he should, but seeks to serve others using a means he can sustain. To seek pleasure in kindness, means to find a form of kindness you can enjoy. To stomp on the weak makes one stronger, but it is not near as fun as making friends through kindness. Unlike the downcast noble who conquers the world ahead in order to forget the world he leaves behind, the inspired noble seeks to explore in adventure in order to inprove the world he brings with him. Let us make Olympia2 a time for kindness and prosperity, and let us see how quickly we can jointly develop the whole globe, rather than just fight over one corner. Good luck to all!!

-- The day of Rest [ju3]


South & West CAMARIS Update


Monthly notice: every new visitor to either of

our two fair isles should notify us in advance.

(We'll only get back to you if there's a problem)

-- The Crazy Quilters [vn7]

Customer Testamonial on behalf of the First Bank of Provinia

Greetings, Provinians! My name's Jack and these are my beans. I'm a trader. I travel Provinia buying and selling the finest beans and linen. How did I get this great career? The First Bank of Provinia gave me a small-business loan. That's how! They have everything a businessman like myself could need: low-interest loans, high interest rates, newbie bonuses, warehouse facilities, shipping services... What else could you ask for?

So take it from me, Jaques et ses Haricots, don't wind up lying in the gutters of Imperial City weaving baskets. Stop by the First Bank of Provinia a call. You'll be glad you did.

-- Jaques et ses Haricots [x1a]

I desire to learn of a location were I can learn beast mastery. I wish to breed my own beasts of burden. Anyone helping me to further this goal will be suitably rewarded.

-- Daleon [s5l]


I sure hope Atnerks outlaws sending stupid rumors to the Times in G2.

Is the RGS dead?

If all news of the Times is to be believed. We must all morn the passing of a truely brave and noble soul. That of Kalad the Hand. His deeds will not be forgotten.

An invasion of Zercia has begun!?

Things could be a little quieter around here, but I'm not sure how. Are you guys sure there's a war going on somewhere?

Just give it here.

Revenge is a dish best served cold!

Durned Savages! Tore my castle down to the ground while I was out getting milk & bread!

more for me.

Our gratitude to Kaden the Hand for his pioneer work against the AOO. We hope that we will be able to follow up on his success very shortly. - XXXX

When will G2 start?

What we need is a good Beast Plague.

A wild horse can carry nothing, a riding horse can carry 150. Review the rules.

Hey you! Get off my island. I hereby void your claim to it and give you sufficient warning to leave without bloodshed.

Is this the end?

Has the RGS folded?

We will return!

There once was a man, with yellow feathers in his hat, Some friends he had made though his brain was where he sat. He laid a nasty trap for his friends oh so dear, He waited for their demise while drinking his non-alcoholic beer. Knowledge of this trap was his and his alone, He dreamed of his power while sitting on his imaginary throne. But the trap was foiled by one brave of heart, his dreams how they vanished and fell all apart.(so sad) Then the traitor was hunted and tracked liked a beast, He ran for his life north, south and finally east. On an island far away his safety he did find, but still felt pain and sorrow for his deeds weighed on his mind. Withered an old he died all alone, no honor, no power no imaginary throne! What was this man called? now your curiosity I see, Why it was Benedict Arnold who else would it be? 'Tale of the Traitor' as sung by an the old bard in the Inn of the Last Home near Imperial City.