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And so it begins... again

To the peoples and sovereign powers of Atlantis,

The New Sun Collective extends greetings to all who seek to shape the future of this world.

Our journey begins not with conquest, but with discovery. We believe that enduring strength is built through knowledge, discipline, and careful stewardship rather than haste. We will explore widely, learn diligently, and judge others by their deeds rather than by rumor or fear.

We welcome honest diplomacy, mutually beneficial trade, and respectful discourse with all who approach in good faith. At the same time, let it be understood that we value preparation as highly as peace, and we will safeguard our people and our allies with resolve should that ever become necessary.

The history of Atlantis is written one season at a time. May this first season mark the beginning of an age in which wisdom proves stronger than impulse, and foresight stronger than ambition alone.

Until our paths cross,

The New Sun Collective

Hi, everybody!

We declare war on all AI factions! It's going to be easy.
There will be no steel brains in this world!

Feeling truly present with another person is the ultimate dream of social fantasy.
This new adventure will be even more immersive — an embodied social challenge where you’re in the experience, not just looking at it.
Yours, Zuck it

A fantastic new world!  With new beasts!  What are these strange factions that talk in binary.  We must meet with them.  Perhaps they will be friends...

Woof!

Silence is the new luxury. We are so overwhelmed by notifications and noise that just sitting for a moment without a phone or news is pure therapy. The best answers and real inner peace don't come from loud discussions. They arrive when it’s finally quiet. 

FROM A LEADER'S DIARY — THE FIRST MONTH
=======================================

I have been told that once you leave the Nexus you cannot return to it. I
believe it. There is a quality to that place — the still air, the guards who
never blink, the merchants who sell nothing — that does not want you to stay,
and does not want you back.

We were a great crowd in there at the end. I counted more banners than I could
name, pressed together in a hall with no walls, every one of us pretending not
to study the others. Some had already given themselves names of enormous
ambition. Some stood very quietly and said nothing at all, which I thought the
more dangerous habit of the two. I nodded to a dozen strangers and learned
nothing from any of them, which I expect was mutual and is probably as it
should be.

The seven gateways stand as they always have. Everyone knows the seven, and
everyone chooses, and no two of us will agree afterwards about who chose
wisely. I have made my choice and I will not be writing here about which arch
I stepped under, nor what I saw on the other side. Let it be enough to say
that the world is much as the older hands describe it: generous if you are
patient with it, and entirely indifferent if you are not.

On development, since that is what these pages are supposed to be for.

My conclusion after a month of preparation is dull and I offer it anyway: the
first year is not won by the sword. It is won by arithmetic. Every leader I
have spoken to who lasted more than a few seasons said some version of the
same thing — that they lost their first game not to an enemy but to their own
payroll. Men eat. Men eat whether or not they are doing anything useful. The
faction that works out early what it can actually afford to feed will still be
here when the loud ones are footnotes.

The second dull conclusion is that patience compounds and haste does not. A
skill learned slowly is learned once. A month spent teaching is a month
multiplied across everyone taught. I have watched people spend their opening
buying soldiers they could not maintain, and I have no intention of joining
them.

On finds — nothing I will describe. Not from secrecy, or not only from
secrecy, but because a month is not long enough to have found anything worth
the ink. Ask me in a year. What I will say is that the world rewards looking.
There is more beneath the surface of things than the surface suggests, and
those who walk past a place without stopping in it learn only that it exists.
That much I am willing to give away, since anyone who has played before knows
it already and anyone who has not will not believe me.

A last thought, offered in good faith. There are a great many of us this time
and not, I suspect, a great deal of room. I would rather trade than fight, and
I would rather talk than either. My hand is open to anyone whose is. To
everyone else — I wish you a long and prosperous game somewhere I am not.

Long time, long time ago we used to live on the same land. Here we are: standing up, ready to live again.

Not even a thousand years have passed...

The new world waiting for us!

"Why does he never catch sild? Because the silda has more luck than him!"

This is surely a dream. Croaker realized that it was a vision, a close look at the many potential allies and foes of the company in the months to come. Some he recognize, others not, but some were truly alien, like puppets on invisible strings. What would the new day bring?

So the adventures start again. It's been a few cycles since we were last present in this realm. The Grey Order, once again, will be producers and traders. If you have a project and need extra resources, or are looking for a little trinket for that one special, maybe we'll able to help

Welcome all and good luck

Wànshì kāitóu nán

Everything is difficult at the start.

"What military jockstrap shall I wear into this new world?" wondered aloud Badvoc, chieftain of the Trinovantes.

"There's not much choice, boyo," muttered the merchant. "All the really ferocious ones have gone.  You're really down to this one.  Dopey the Frog."

"Typical," grumbled Badvoc.

Nelumbo Nucifera is expanding.
We are seeking ambitious young women to help establish new ventures in your settlement.
Services include Insurance, Adult Entertainment, and fine Hospitality.
Look for the orange NN logo with the Lotus flower.

Into this new world we journey

The old Greyon awakens in the field. It is time to search for a new home.

Some factions behave as if their leaders are not real people...

2 blink, or not 2 blink, that is the question

He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink

its time to explore again, we have done this for ages.

Here we are again
Happy as can be
All good pals and jolly good company
Strolling round the town
Out upon the spree
All good pals and jolly good company

"This Is Going To Hurt"

The night stirs
The dead rise

Hello,  Hoping I don't have to wander too far to find a place with friends to set up.

We are the Borg.

Greetings, 
the Silver Hand faction is back, always willing to build a better world by producing resources and crafting mighty objects. 
I'm looking forward to partnering with neighboring factions and beyond! 
Just send me a message.
The Elf

Lets all be nice to each other. Put that axe down and hug a tree.

A nebula is an enormous cloud of gas and dust in space!

Turnin' pages
Looking for something new

Here we go again!!  On the exalted pathway to growth, empire, conquest, wealth, and glory; filled with excitement, intrigue, gratification, betrayal, loss, and despair.  Nevermind the drudgery, beancounting, typos, and forgotten orders.  The thrill of learning the best and quickest way to achieve our goals and the successses along the ways are reward enough.  May your allies be true and your enemies be few.  Have a great game, make friends, and have fun, one and all.

Blending into the background......

Ne nous enterrez pas si tôt,
Nous sommes encore bien vivants.
On n'a pas dit notre dernier mot,
On va faire quelque chose ici, avant.

Once more, the Children of the Four Winds had to decide on a path. Some favoured the desert wind, whipping up the sands into a mighty dust-storm. Others favoured the mountain air, and swore they could smell volcanoes in the air. However, it looked like a winning majority wanted a spicy jungle breeze.

Here we go again

Rumor has it.............that all those around you are plotting your ruin.............that your ally is sharpening a knife for your back.........that you will make a great spectacle of your failure.  So, prepare to hand all you have and hold most dear to me and declare me king most high and ruler of all.  Bwaaahaahaaa.

Death is not the end…

The funny Coyote is back with us! But that's no reason to relax!

The corpse of a kraken floated past the side... and a satisfied Holden...

"What the hell! Where am I?"

My head was pounding. I propped myself up on my elbows to look around. There was... nothing. Everything was white as milk. Yet the floor beneath me was solid. Somewhere, voices were echoing, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from. It felt like they were coming from everywhere at once.

"Are there other people here? What is this place?"

I stood up. No shadows, no source of light.

"Where do I go? How do I get out of here?" — Panic was starting to creep in.

But then I noticed a dim silhouette—something that looked like either a gate or a doorway—and I headed toward it.

It turned out to be some kind of gateway, with a shimmering, iridescent film rippling inside it. Above each gate was a label: "Gateway to plain [1]", "Gateway to forest [2]"...

"Portals," it hit me.

Now I just had to decide which one to step through.

What's so interesting about a swamp? Or an open field? Or a mountain slope? Sure, the view is nice, but it's nothing but rocks. Jungle? Too humid. Desert? Too hot and dry. Decided!

I walked up to the chosen gateway. All that was left was to take a step inside. I was scared out of my wits. What if it teleports me right into a tree, and I spend eternity rustling leaves? But I wanted to go home so badly.

I closed my eyes and took a confident step forward.

A wave of nausea hit me. Then something struck me on the head. Darkness again...

Interesting! Is the gang of Russians from the previous world here in full force, or will they not gather into one bandit gang this time and allow themselves to be defeated?