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(     happened in the swamps of Ceo'ow where some men died. This battle     )
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(     forces happened in the plains of Pestflo where 34 combatants were     )
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(             be known as Battle near the town of Coprengville.             )
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(        Numerous peasants are whispering about the skirmish between        )
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(      lies in the Dernglen jungles, where a rebels massacred guards.       )
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(       Multiple druids are worried about the village of Scoford that       )
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(       Handful bards are rumoring about the village of Subeedom that       )
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(     In the ocean of Atlantis Ocean, near city of Soastschaxel, Kraken     )
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(       Horrifying news were coming from the forests of Rhuvarstwun.        )
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We can't remember such dire times.

Finally we are seeing the village grow.

Zombies.... Previoulsy zombies were banned in Atlantis world.
I'm wondering, when this zombie infestation will be ended in this way?

Nothing to see here. I mean literally. My domain is a watery wasteland. Nothing here of value. I don't understand why I have so many visitors...

"Whoa, bummer."

The now-rather-bronze lord had to admit, this was a most gnarly problem facing the dudes.  For one amongst them faced truly egregious challenge when it came to riding the waves.

"While I have to admire your determination to become a most triumphant surfer, I think we have to accept..."

He regarded the centaur with a keen regard for the issue at hand.

"You're gonna need a bigger board."

ça va plus vite comme ça ...
un piège bien tendu nécessite un bon appât :)

HONK!

Assassins are the worst

New year, new me? Probably not, he thought wistfully

Croco news: All is quiet in the swamps.

Act Two, Scene Two.

The Orc army is slowly crawling out through the eastern gate. In the rearguard of the army in cart the Magicians and the Commander are slowly riding
"Will I see these walls again?" the Commander sighs 
"And why look at them?" The Weather Magician answers, "when we get back, there will be nothing but orc droppings here. There's an abandoned farm on the left, and here's a burned-out inn by the road. The city that we all knew is no longer here, and what will happen is unclear.
Necromancer "But I have a profit! Yesterday, the first dead man was raised. A former peasant, strong and wiry, with only one ear missing and his ass ripped open"
"Oh, you're happy about that in vain, Ghoul! We're all going to have a hole in our ass the size of an orc's knee soon. One joy is that after this campaign, the number of these green creatures will decrease significantly..."

What is the growth rate of nations?  Some say linear and others exponential.  Ours is simply inexorable...

Enclave developments has become quite diverse. The iron production was severely lacking as mountains were hard to find. On the other bright side, the Treasury report clearly showed that the Enclave is currently world leader in fishing. Therefore, if your faction has excess of iron and needs fishes, feel free to invite us to your neighbourhood and we will open fishery right next to you.

The sun beams, the leaves grow, the tree soars

It would appear the UW is just as unfriendly this game as last!

It appears that some around me do not like diplomats within their area of control.
How unpleasant of them.

We, Frozen Sails , declare war against Dark League. 
Things are getting interesting and dangerous right ?
You were warned..

Failures happen too! When will luck start happening?!

Hard times!

The birds have flown, but where did they go?

The econometrist of the Four Winds came forwards to give the latest news. "We are the world leaders in javelins! Truly, we have an amazing military!"
He then heard the whispers from an aide. "Sorry, we have an amazing production line to sell second-rate weaponry for cold, hard cash. With this we can overcome the under dwarf gap, where we have dropped to third place!"

Last weeks' author has been sacked, as his failure to submit his editorial on time has dramatically affected the budget of the chief's Special Operation. We really need to get a quartermaster trained and a caravanserai built so we can transfer funds once in a while. 

Bruh

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              Squirrel Chatter               second February
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The underforest town of Banhurst looks like a pleasant,
peaceful place to settle.  Friends and conviviality in every
direction.
                                           --Gertrude, Albly

Our scouts report discovery of a demon pit with 48 imps, and
a demon.  I wonder whether they are friendly?  It seems
polite to introduce ourselves to them.
                                           --Gertrude, Albly

Atlantis is  a finite cylindrical shell,  with two surfaces.
We live both on the  outside surface and the inside surface.
The  two surfaces  are connected  at a  few dozen  points by
shafts that pierce  the thin shell of this  cylinder. On one
of these two surfaces, a  Drow standing up and looking north
names the direction to her right "west" and the direction to
her left "east".  On the other surface, a  High Elf standing
up and looking north names the direction to his right "east"
and the direction to his  left "west". High elvish squirrels
call the  surface where  east is right  of north  the "outer
surface", and  the other  surface the "inner  surface". Drow
squirrels name the surface where  west is right of north the
"outer surface", and the  other surface the "inner surface".
Some High Elves  claim the Drow surface is half  the size of
the High  Elvish surface, proving  that the true  outside is
the High  Elves' side,  and that  inside dwelling  Drow live
only half so  far from Atlantis' axis. Some  Drow claim that
this would  not change the  height south to north,  only the
circumference east to  west, and also claim  that this would
make the length of shafts  equal to the circumference of the
outer surface divided  by 4 pi, which appears not  to be the
case. These Drow  think everyone just walks  faster and rows
faster on their  side of the cylinder.  Theorists claim that
if two caravanserais are built  at opposite ends of a shaft,
it is  possible that the Drow  end of another shaft  will be
reachable  from the  Drow  caravanserai while  the High  Elf
end  of that  same  shaft  may be  unreachable  by the  High
Elf  caravanserai. As  both sides  claim their  theory would
explain this outcome, the  experiment would disprove neither
hence  hardly seems  worth  the effort.  Perhaps because  of
the  squirrels affinity  for tundras  near the  northern and
southern boundaries  of the  world, squirrels include  a few
heretics who search the northern  edge of the High Elf world
and  the southern  edge of  the  Drow world  for the  fabled
"Donut Shaft",  which they believe would  prove their heresy
that our world  is not a finite cylinder with  two sides but
instead a torus  with two sides, with a wall  running in the
poloidal direction (east-west)  blocking circumnavigation in
the toroidal direction (north-south). If the mythical "Donut
Shaft" existed, then it would  be possible for a squirrel to
circumnavigate the world toroidally, always going north, and
eventually returning  to his or her  original location. This
implausible heresy deserves no further comment.
                                        --Bentley, Oghtstowe

               capital / income (squirrels)
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  | *        * *                                        |
  | *        * *                                        |
  |  *      *   *                                       |
  |  *     *    *                                       |
  |   *    *     *                                      |4
  |   *   *      *                                      |
  |    * *        *                                     |
  |    * *        *                                     |
  |     *          *                                    |3
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  |                          ****                       |
  |                              **                     |
  |                                **                   |2
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  |                                              ***    |1.6
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  4     5     6     7     8     9     10    11    12    13
                           turn
Zas predicted economic malaise  would appear as our frontier
disappeared. Zas was right. Last month our capital to income
ratio  rose from  50  days to  54 days,  (5/3  month to  9/5
month). This is the first rise since last June. This rise is
likely  the consequence  of so  many squirrels  now studying
agriculture because there is no frontier for them to settle.
How high will it go? We hope  not so high as last spring and
summer.
                                        --Nanotha, Ersatrork


What do you mean we can't just walk off the boat, we have to
leave it first?
                                             --Visela, Cedid

I shouldn't have followed Visela.
                                              --Amama, Cedid

This is going to be expensive.
                                            --Recathu, Cedid

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                              Be with us next time for
                              "and the winds don't blow"
                              or
                              "Leave her, Johnny, leave her"
                                                 --Squirrels
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Buy land, they're not making it anymore.

Both groups are almost ready to leave. This is probably really stupid. It would have been better to try to work with the environment we started in. However, we've already committed, and now we're going to see this through.

The true test of the past achievements: can we get back to the crocodiles which terrorized us a year ago?

     At the base of a huge red oak tree on a soft bed of green moss and browning red leaves lay the quiet form of a young man in seeming peaceful repose.  The surrounding forest was thick, and a dim, diffuse light permeated the area, belying the bright sunlight which played across the verdant canopy far overhead.  Humming insects and birdsong filled the air and the slight rustle of leaves and occasional snap of a twig indicated the passage of small and medium sized animals out of sight beyond the thick vail of underbrush.
     A soft moan escaped the lips of the young man as he began to stir, eventually opening his eyes. He slowly raised himself to a sitting position, muttering to himself something about this was becoming too much of a habit.  After clearing his mind and gathering his thoughts, Rhydian Kweo looked around at his new surroundings.  Standing up, he reexamined the forest from the vantage of the height his tall frame afforded him and struck out through the undergrowth in the direction where it seemed less dense.
     He moved silently with his considerable senses especially alert.   After a while the brush thinned somewhat and he came across a game trail, which he followed.  The trail led to a small stream and continued on in generally the same direction from the other side of the flowing water.  Rhydian went down on one knee and scooped up a handful of water, which he sniffed and gingerly tasted.  It was cool, refreshing, and untainted.  He eagerly drank his fill, constantly watching and listening to the woods around him.
     He continued along the trail and, at length noticed that the path disappeared around a curve to the left a few hundred feet ahead of him.  About the same time his keen hearing alerted him to the sound of a hoofed animal approaching beyond the turn.  But this was not the sound of a deer.  It was the heavy tread and cadence of a horse.  He wondered that a horse would be on such a small trail so deep in a forest.  Moving cautiously forward, all his senses alert,, he drew ever closer to the divergence in the path, the sound of the hooves growing louder.

I was angry when I met you
I think I'm angry still
We can try to talk it over
If you say you'll help me out

I hear the clip-clop of friendly hooves!

TIP OF THE TURN 13!

#4 Don't get confused: four GBLNs can ride one horse, but only two GOBLs can ride the same horse!

I have inherited the "akhet" of Ra, since I am the Lord-of-All (с)

Nothing to report 

Who will Devil eat for dinner?

I think I've underestimated the power of magic in this world, FIREBALL!

Waterbeetles are away! The Swarm is no longer bound by land!

Still growing

Carnival of Shadows Hosts Surprise Midnight Parade

Last night, the Carnival of Shadows stunned onlookers with an unannounced Midnight Parade. Without warning, the streets of Atlantis were filled with eerie floats, masked performers, and strange, glowing creatures. The procession wound its way through the city, leaving an air of mystery in its wake.

Attendees were both mesmerized and unnerved as performers danced in silence, their movements synchronized with the soft glow of lanterns that flickered like stars.

When asked about the parade’s purpose, Old Jobobo cryptically responded:
"Sometimes, the shadows like to stretch their legs. Nothing more, nothing less."

Atlantis remains abuzz with rumors of what the parade might signify, with many eagerly awaiting the next surprise.

We bring order to chaos.

Militant mothers, hiding in the basement
Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high-chairs
While mothers limp burned, with certificate papers
Dad gets allowance from his sonny the dealer
Who's pubic to the world, but involved in high finance
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati, that's a gift from his father
Stop at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
And I laugh to myself every man and the ladies
Who never could see those billion dollar babies

Thistledown, the Bosun’s Mate, was clinging to a splintered timber from the Gnomostro’s bow when they found him bobbing like a cork in the coastal waters. The “lucky” seaman may have been the sole survivor but his wits clearly went down with his ship, for the only words he uttered before sinking into a profound state of silence, were “Beware the Kraken!”.

We await the glorious fulfilment of our destiny. Whatever that is.

Ah the country side burns and the tradesmen are destroyed. a well might start again......

Stepping out of the mist, The Pied Piper gazed directly into the eyes of a stranger, emerging from a mirrored image of the gateway he just emerged from.

both stared at each other. neither moved.....

Groo heard his name whispered on the winds... an old friend, and old enemy, someone he betrayed?

For Groo had not always been as noble, he was once young and brash. 

Groo was enjoying this little island. a few squirrels had made themselves at home and the occasional wandering Big Fat Trader and Pied Piper (popping up together in the same month), popping in. life seemed peaceful.

no doubt this would change, but for once, Groo did not care for the larger things. Content he was to start readying Airships for rent and taming winged horses. he would leave the grande battles for others.

Groo claims Grooland. small island in the north with nothing much going on. not even a settlement..... Groo welcomes visitors but not armies.

I need a money.

The best of the times.

Taking a long quaff of his ale, Lucky Luke strained to overhear the whispering and rumours that abounded in the recent weeks in these mountains.

news of battles in far off lands. cloaked figures seen meeting in the depths of night. something was brewing. and damn if Luke hated one thing, it was surprises. Send out some of the Posse into the surrounds, it was time to get a feel of what was coming.

Ahhh, the beauty of starting over is making the same results from a completely different approach.

Into the aybss once again

time to gather the mages and troops.

A wise man once said that everyone wants happiness. No one wants anguish. But there can't be a rainbow without a little rain.

...and a bottle of rum.

We are not Borg.

A warning message
This island is ours alone
Deliver'd too late