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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        1
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday October 08, 1997 at 06:04 PM EDT
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday October 10, 1997 at 6:04 PM EDT
(In GMT-0500: Friday October 10, 1997 at 5:04 PM)
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A message from Sir Neff (white) dated Wednesday October 08, 1997 at 06:04 PM EDT;



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The following message was sent on Wednesday October 08, 1997 at 06:05 PM EDT
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>A12: Turn 1

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities:
</fontfamily></bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>1		<bold>Gold:
</bold>4215	<bold>Income: </bold>40	<bold>Expenses: </bold>25


	A young man was out on a stroll one afternoon when he happen past a
pond and something caught his eye. Glancing back he noticed a fairy
watching him pass by. Intrigued the man came closer to the pond and
called out. A bright light appeared and the man woke up on the ground
dazed. He was not in the same place. 

	Near him he found a crown and upon it was engraved Kingdom of the
Organizers. Not questioning what fate had brought him the young man
placed the crown upon his head and a voice boomed from the sky, "Sir
Neff you shall be the ruler of this kingdom and spread your kingdom to
all the land." 

	Wandering to a nearby city of I.O.C. He noticed a city in bloom with
the Organizers hard at work preparing the city. Sir Neff declared this
his capital and after consulting some wizards had them creating
griffins for his armies. Setting out he encounters the ruin of Steve's
Hand and defeats a waiting enemy. In a chest behind the beast Sir Neff
receives Official Sponsoring. After a long day Sir Neff retires for the
night.


<bold>Builds:</bold> I.O.C. -> Griffins (1700)


<bold>End of turn:

Hero Exp.: 	-></bold> Sir Neff 0+3=3

		<bold>->

Cities: </bold>1		<bold>Gold: </bold>2515	<bold>Income:
</bold>46	<bold>Expenses: </bold>0


<bold>- King Neff

</bold></fontfamily>


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        1
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Friday October 10, 1997 at 04:43 AM EDT
Date Gamefile Due:  Monday October 13, 1997 at 04:43 AM EDT
(In GMT-0800: Monday October 13, 1997 at 12:43 AM)
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The following message was sent on Friday October 10, 1997 at 04:51 AM EDT
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

The sound of her boots on the stone floors echoes through the palace halls as
the young woman walks toward the huge brass doors.  She stops a moment to
adjust her bucklers as the herald snaps to attention and calls out in a
ringing voice, "Xena, WP, by Her Majesty's command!"

With the faintest of smiles for the guards at the doors, Xena throws back her
shoulders and strides toward the throne.  At the designated distance, she
drops to one knee, bows her head, and says, "Your Majesty."  Obeisance made,
she looks up at the monarch who has called her to service.  

The woman on the throne is slight, fully a half foot shorter than Xena's own
tall frame, but she radiates authority and quiet confidence.  Her red curls
are marked at the temples by streaks of grey, and the lines around her eyes
suggest fatigue.  But her voice is strong and warm as she bids Xena to rise.

"Come here, Xena.  There is something you must see."  She walks to the side
of the throne room and draws back the curtains covering a huge window.  The
setting sun has painted the western sky red; Xena has to squint and shade her
eyes with her hand as she joins Queen Ilira at the window.

Xena suppresses a gasp; she has seen this view before, but it never fails to
steal her breath with its sheer beauty.   A thousand shades of green reflect
off the miles of verdant forest stretched out below the city of Locker Room.
 Here and there, smoke curls up lazily from the chimneys of farmers and
woodsman.  A reddish glint shines off a distant body of water; reflections of
the setting sun.

"It's beautiful, Your Majesty, but what in particular did you want me to
see?"

The queen scans the horizon, then stabs a finger out.  "There!  Look through
this far-viewer; you will see it more readily."  She hands Xena a long brass
apparatus with glass fitted into both ends.

Xena picks up the device and holds it to her eye.  She directs it along the
line of the queen's finger and scans....nothing.....nothing......wait!  It
can't be!  And yet, there is no denying the column of dust that could only
have been raised by the passage of hundreds of marching feet.  "Oh, Your
Majesty...."

The queen interrupts her.  "Yes, Xena.  Sir Neff has loosed the dogs of war.
 The years of Ilira's Peace are at an end.  And it is that very peace that
threatens us all now, for I have been lenient with my subjects, and allowed
them to lead independent lives free from the dictates of their queen.  Some,
indeed, have begun to think of themselves as somehow separate from the rest
of the Athletes.  They must be disabused of that notion, and quickly.  Their
very existence depends on their joining with us immediately."

Xena feels her pulse quicken.  This is what she has trained for her entire
life!  "I and my troops can be ready to march at first light, Your Highness.
 We can be at the border in 3 or 4 days at most.  Sir Neff won't know what
hit him."

"No, Xena.  First, you march south, to Sparta.  They have ever been our most
faithful allies, and will join us gladly, once they are rid of their whining
mayor.  That must be your first task.  I see your disappointment, Xena, but
fear not.  I intend for you to march at the head of my armies, but we have
years of neglect to attend to first.  We need to solidify our hold on our own
cities, and prepare for an inevitable assault.  My spies report rumblings
from the south.  As yet, they are only rumors, but i fear that we may soon
hear more than rumor from the Spectators -- we could be overwhelmed if that
madman whips them into another jihad.  And there has even been talk that the
barbarian Reporters are preparing once more to spill over their borders.  Who
knows, Xena?  You might even find yourself fighting alongside Sir Neff before
this is all finished.  War is a funny business."

The queen turns from the window and walks back to her throne.  "Go now, Xena.
 Carry my honor with you, and my message."

And thus begins the first real test of Xena's career.   Up until now, it has
just been practice -- now real lives are at stake.  She falls asleep in her
command tent reviewing her resources:  But one city that swears allegience to
the queen.  Coffers full of 4215 GP, with 40 more coming in each turn, and
only 25 GP in expense.  A start.........

                      **************************************************

The next day, Day 1, dawns chill and clear.  Xena orders the production of
wolfriders in Locker Room.  She has no use for the effete nobles' sons that
call themselves The Scouts -- in fact a few well-placed kicks and shouts send
them all whimpering home to their parents.

Xena sets out at maximum speed toward Sparta.  The sun is once again setting
as her column wearily pulls up at the city gates.  The mayor hurls shouts of
defiance at her, but apparently the sight of Xena at the head of a line of
hardened troops is enough to embolden the vice-mayor to escort her former
leader off the city walls.  Too bad she escorted him  off the outer wall --
the long drop seems to put a permanent damper on his rhetoric.  Here too in
Sparta, Xena finds the rudiments of a Scout organization, but she destroys
their headquarters, gaining 175 GP in the process.  She considers briefly
ordering the training of a new set of troops, but decides to hoard her
resources a while longer, content to see what the morrow brings.

She contemplates her status as she prepares to bed down in her Spartan
quarters.  She is proud to note that she has doubled the cities supporting
her queen to 2.  She still has 3940 GP in her coffers, now 60 GP of income
each turn, and, temporarily, has reduced her expenses to zero.  All in all,
not a bad beginning.



Summary:

At start -- 1 city,  4215 GP, 40 GP/turn income, 25 GP/turn expense.
Wolfriders produced in Locker Room. (450 GP)
Sparta captured; Scout production pillaged for 175 GP
At end -- 2 cities,  3940 GP, 60 GP income and 0 GP expense.
Xena, WP's experience is up 2 points.

Paul 

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The following message was sent on Thursday October 16, 1997 at 03:56 PM EDT
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 1
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  1//4215/40/25

Dateline: CNN Office, October 16, 1997.  

The Olympic games have commenced, the battle cry has gone out.  The Reporters
are in desperate need of a hero, if they are to have any chance in the coming
skirmishes, battles, and wars.  They wait tensely, filled with the
apprehension of the moment and a few too many cappucinos.

Then, a shimmer in the distance.  The clanging of armor against a note pad
and tape recorder, the whir of a Betacam mounted on the back of a mighty
steed.  The reporters all snap their heads towards the rapidly approaching
rider.

It's a woman!  A heroine!  Her steel breastplate shines gloriously in the
blazing sunlight, her golden mane flows beneath her spiked helm, and her cell
phone buzzes loudly from her leather pouch.  The Reporters are ecstatic!

Until, however, she gets closer.  "That's no woman!" cries out Tom Brokaw.
 "It's Marv Albert in drag!"

Marv Albert, the Reporters only hope, arrives in CNN Office.  Yessss!

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

Marv Albert gathers his mighty troops around him - only, no one is willing to
join him.  The Reporters leave in disgust when they learn he is to be their
hero.  Only Tabitha Sorenson decides to stay behind - but even Marv Albert
doesn't want her help, and he has her put to death.

"Fine," he thinks.  "Just fine.  I'll take this world on my own, then!
 Yesss!"

He sets out on foot to St. Moritz, teeth gnashing and wild sexual urges
driving him on.  He arrives at the gates to find a lone prostitute, whom he
quickly dispatches.

Marv Albert takes St. Moritz, and pillages it for 175 gp.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Marv Albert, pleased with his victory over the hapless prostitute, decides
that if the Reporters won't join him, then he'll just buy some friends of his
own.

Marv Albert builds Wolfriders in CNN Office.
Marv Albert builds Wolfriders in St. Moritz.

It's a brave new world - the only world where Marv Albert has a shot at a
comeback.  Yesss!

Final Cities//Gold:  2//3490/60/0

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  2 (+2)

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 1.  

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        1
Gamefile Sent To:   Yves (blue) (lecocq_p@epita.fr)
Date Sent:          Thursday October 16, 1997 at 03:59 PM EDT
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday October 19, 1997 at 3:59 PM EDT
(In GMT-0500: Sunday October 19, 1997 at 2:59 PM)
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The following message was sent on Wednesday October 22, 1997 at 02:26 AM EDT
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Hi all,

Anyone know anything about what's happening with Yves? -- looks like we are
about to run out of timeouts.  What is the procedure if we do?  (I know there
is something about that in the rules, but I was hoping not to have to pore
through the entire rulebook.)  Just checking.

Paul

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The following message was sent on Wednesday October 22, 1997 at 01:34 PM EDT
by mleung@uclink.berkeley.edu (Michael P. Leung) to all players;

All,

>Anyone know anything about what's happening with Yves? -- looks like we are
>about to run out of timeouts.  What is the procedure if we do?  (I know there
>is something about that in the rules, but I was hoping not to have to pore
>through the entire rulebook.)  Just checking.

If we do not hear from Yves when his timeouts runs out, a sub player is
ready and will step in to take his place.  Yves, are you out there?  Please
let us know your status ASAP.


Mike

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The following message was sent on Wednesday October 22, 1997 at 02:41 PM EDT
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

Hey, guys -

I was hoping the game would be moving and I'd be able to finesse this weekend
(which may still happen if we don't get the sub going 'til Friday), but I'm
going to a wedding in Vegas from Friday 'til Sunday.

Just to let you know,

-z

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        2
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Saturday October 25, 1997 at 05:43 PM EDT
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday October 28, 1997 at 5:43 PM EDT
(In GMT-0700: Tuesday October 28, 1997 at 2:43 PM)
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The following message was sent on Saturday October 25, 1997 at 05:44 PM EDT
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

Apache-B stood motionless at the window peering out over the seemingly
endless hills and how they appeared to devour the crimson ball of fire
as it slowly set behind them.  The shadows crept eastward and casually
enveloped the Spectator=92s land in darkness.  Winter snows would begin
soon, and the highlands would feel the bite of Old Man Winter first.  <
We must establish a foothold in the lower elevations quickly if we are
to put up some sort of a fight, > Apache-B thought as the last sliver of
the sun was consumed by the craggy peaks to the west.  A loud rap at his
chamber doors caused the Spectator=92s leader to whirl around,  < Enter!
>.
< The Hero you summoned awaits, my lord, > announced Apache=92s head
squire, < shall I send him in? >
< Immediately! >
The huge Cimmerian=92s shoulders scraped the edges of the doorway as he
entered Apache=92s personal quarters.  < At your service, my liege, >
Conan said as he knelt before the Spectator=92s leader and bowed his
head.  Apache couldn=92t believe big this warrior was, looking at the
thickly-corded muscles of Conan=92s massive neck.
< Hmmm...must be steroids, > Apache thought to himself, < hope he
doesn=92t encounter any drug tests along the way. >
< Rise, my warrior, and take these weapons.  They may be of some use to
you during your journey through these vast tournament lands! >.  He
motioned to the squires. They hauled the weapons, huffing and puffing
due to the immense weight, over to Conan and set them at his feet;  a
gigantic scimitar, a large hand ax, and a finely crafted short sword
with ruby red gems set into the golden hilt.  Conan picked up the
scimitar which was dwarfed in the Cimmerian=92s huge hands and lightly
rubbed a thumb down the blade.  When a small droplet of blood emerged
from the warrior=92s thumb he looked up at Apache and smiled, < These wil=
l
serve me well, as I will you, my liege. >
--
Conan departed from the Couch as the moon set and the early morning
skies had just begun to turn gray in the east.  The mighty warrior
walked all day, only stopping once to rest his aching muscles.  By
sundown he had reached the distant city of C.d=92Ampezzo.  He strayed fro=
m
the road as he approached the castle and silently dispatched a few
guards from their pickett lines.  Conan was then able to slip unnoticed
into the sparsely guarded castle and quickly cut the throats of the
neutral defenders.  As per Apache=92s instructions, Conan rallied the
C.d=92Ampezzo=92s dwarven population to fight under the Spectator=92s ban=
ner.=20
The word around C.d=92Ampezzo was that a gorgeous warrior-princess fights
for the Athletes and that she has quite large.......hands.
Conan drifted off to sleep that night dreaming of a large-handed woman
who could wield a sword almost as well as he......

--

REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 1, Side 4

Gold at start:  4215

- Conan emerges from the Locker Room

- Scout disbanded in The Couch

Cities Taken
- C.d=92Ampezzo by Conan, pillaged scouts for 175gp

Units Purchased
- Giant Bats in The Couch for 160gp
- Dwarves in C.d=92Ampezzo for 450gp

Final cities: 2 =20
Final gold:  3780
Income: 60
Expenses: 0

Hero Exp:  2  (+2 change)

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        2
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Tuesday October 28, 1997 at 04:56 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Thursday October 30, 1997 at 4:56 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Tuesday October 28, 1997 at 05:06 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 2

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities:</bold> 1		<bold>Gold: </bold>2561	<bold>Income:
</bold>46	<bold>Expenses: </bold>0


Lady Jillian arrives (1005gp) with an ally at her side in IOC. The
Organizers have a huge celebration, literally. (Someone had their 21st
birthday last night and may have had some alcoholic beverages so no
story this time cause I can't think straight. :-) )

	

<bold>Battles: </bold>Stockholm -> pillaged (175gp)

	Los Angeles -> pillaged (175gp)

<bold>Builds:	</bold>Stockholm -> wolfriders (450gp), light cav.
(200gp)

	Los Angeles -> dwarves (450gp)

<bold>End of turn:

Hero Experince:	King Neff-> 3->3

		Lady Jillian-> 0->2

Cities: </bold>3		<bold>Gold: </bold>806	<bold>Income:
</bold>98	<bold>Expenses: </bold>0

<bold>- Sir Neff




</bold>


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The following message was sent on Thursday October 30, 1997 at 05:23 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Xena, WP woke to the sounds of revelry still lingering in the streets of
Sparta.  The citizens of that town had found it difficult to stop celebrating
their liberation by Ilira's armies.  But Xena, WP ignored the merriment.  She
had further work to do in the service of her queen.  

As she finished pulling on her armor, a knock came on the door.  Pulling the
door open, she was overjoyed to see her old friend Hercules smiling at her
from the hall.  A tall winged figure stood behind him.  "I thought you might
be able to use some help.  Can we come in?"

Xena, WP invited the pair into her quarters.  Hercules introduced his
companion Exxon the Archon as they all settled into overstuffed chairs.  "So
what prompted Her Majesty to make the big move, Xena, WP?"

"Sir Neff is on the march.  The reports coming out of Organizer territory are
pretty scary.  He's letting his troops run wild; blood is running in the
streets.  Rumor has it that Neff himself is as drunk as his men.  The queen
has no intention of letting him put our cities to the torch."

Hercules gave a low whistle, which Xena, WP interrupted.  "There's
worse...Yves disappeared under mysterious circumstances.  He was a wild card
to be sure, but it looks like the power behind the throne there has taken
over.  We've had dealings with Apache before, and I fear for our southern
borders, especially since he's brought that brute Conan in to lead the
troops."

Hercules suppressed a smile.  He and Xena, WP had been lovers in the past,
and he knew her too well to miss the sudden flash in her eyes when she talked
about the "brute".  Xena, WP had always had a weakness for men who could take
her two falls out of three, and Conan's reputation loomed large.  There would
be sparks when those two met -- the only question would be whether they were
the sparks of steel on steel or flesh on flesh.

"What about the Reporters to the southwest?", he asked.  "Sooner or later,
we'll have to deal with them as well."

Xena, WP made a contemptuous gesture.  "They've got some nut case running
their battles.  Last I heard, he wasn't able to encourage anybody to join him
-- they were all too busy laughing at him when he showed up with the black
pumps."

"Look, I want you to look at the battle plans."  She pulled out a rolled
sheaf of maps and spread several on the table.  "OK, Hercules.  I want you to
head down to Harrison's House.  There are supposed to be a couple of wizards
there who are willing to join up with us.  If you don't mind, I think I'll
borrow Exxon to fly me over to Kay's Crypt.  Inzeldrin the green dragon lives
there, and I think I've figured out a way to convince her to join us."

Hercules gave Xena, WP a quick kiss and a crisp salute, and headed south to
Harrison's House.  While three wizards tried to join him there, he only had
the resources to support two, so one was disbanded and sent home.  The other
two he dispatched to Mt. Everest and Tokyo, where the scouts were pillaged
for 175 GP.  He invested 700 GP to start Giant Spider production in Mt.
Everest, and 1700 GP to start making Griffins in Tokyo.   

Meanwhile, Xena, WP threw her arms around Exxon's broad shoulders and shouted
for joy as his powerful wings thrust them skywards.  Flying to Kay's Crypt,
she was successful in her effort convince Inzeldrin to join them, promising
that the huge saurian could eat toasted scouts at every stop along her route.
 Inzeldrin made good on the first test of that promise as she pillaged the
scouts in Amsterdam for 175 GP and flew west.  

Not to be forgotten, the lone unit of wolfriders in Locker Room trotted west
to Paris and easily dispatched the lone defender.  Following the lead of his
comrades, he destroyed the nascent scouting organization and gained 175 GP in
the process.  500 GP are devoted to purchasing a unit of pikemen.  A couple
of pigeons carry the message of his success to Xena, WP's encampment
southeast of Amsterdam.

..............................................................................
..............................................................

Xena, WP folds the last of the parchments from her forces and stuffs it into
a pocket.  She is pleased as she notes the growing number of orange flags on
her battle map.  She grins with the anticipation of more battles on the
morrow.  Excitement will make it difficult for her to get any rest tonight.

***********************************************************************

At Start:  4000 GP, 2 cities, 60 income and 4 expense.

	Hercules arrives in Sparta with an Archon in tow.  Travel expenses of 1470
GP are paid by Ilira.

	Hercules recruits 2 wizards at Harrison's House.  One captures Tokyo,
pillages for 175 and starts production of griffins.  One captures Mt Everest,
pillages for 175 GP and begins production of Giant Spiders.

	Xena, WP goes to Kay's Crypt and is joined by a dragon, which flies to
Amsterdam, capturing and pillaging the city for 175 GP.  

	Wolfriders capture Paris, pillage for 175 GP and begin production of Pikemen
for 500 GP.

End of turn:  330 GP, 6 cities, 140 income and 4 expenses.

Xena gains 3 experience to 5.  Hercules gains 3 experience to 3.


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        2
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Friday October 31, 1997 at 01:04 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Monday November 3, 1997 at 01:04 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Sunday November 2, 1997 at 10:04 PM)
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The following message was sent on Friday October 31, 1997 at 01:06 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Xena, WP woke to the sounds of revelry still lingering in the streets of
Sparta.  The citizens of that town had found it difficult to stop celebrating
their liberation by Ilira's armies.  But Xena, WP ignored the merriment.  She
had further work to do in the service of her queen.  

As she finished pulling on her armor, a knock came on the door.  Pulling the
door open, she was overjoyed to see her old friend Hercules smiling at her
from the hall.  A tall winged figure stood behind him.  "I thought you might
be able to use some help.  Can we come in?"

Xena, WP invited the pair into her quarters.  Hercules introduced his
companion Exxon the Archon as they all settled into overstuffed chairs.  "So
what prompted Her Majesty to make the big move, Xena, WP?"

"Sir Neff is on the march.  The reports coming out of Organizer territory are
pretty scary.  He's letting his troops run wild; blood is running in the
streets.  Rumor has it that Neff himself is as drunk as his men.  The queen
has no intention of letting him put our cities to the torch."

Hercules gave a low whistle, which Xena, WP interrupted.  "There's
worse...Yves disappeared under mysterious circumstances.  He was a wild card
to be sure, but it looks like the power behind the throne there has taken
over.  We've had dealings with Apache before, and I fear for our southern
borders, especially since he's brought that brute Conan in to lead the
troops."

Hercules suppressed a smile.  He and Xena, WP had been lovers in the past,
and he knew her too well to miss the sudden flash in her eyes when she talked
about the "brute".  Xena, WP had always had a weakness for men who could take
her two falls out of three, and Conan's reputation loomed large.  There would
be sparks when those two met -- the only question would be whether they were
the sparks of steel on steel or flesh on flesh.

"What about the Reporters to the southwest?", he asked.  "Sooner or later,
we'll have to deal with them as well."

Xena, WP made a contemptuous gesture.  "They've got some nut case running
their battles.  Last I heard, he wasn't able to encourage anybody to join him
-- they were all too busy laughing at him when he showed up with the black
pumps."

"Look, I want you to look at the battle plans."  She pulled out a rolled
sheaf of maps and spread several on the table.  "OK, Hercules.  I want you to
head down to Harrison's House.  There are supposed to be a couple of wizards
there who are willing to join up with us.  If you don't mind, I think I'll
borrow Exxon to fly me over to Kay's Crypt.  Inzeldrin the green dragon lives
there, and I think I've figured out a way to convince her to join us."

Hercules gave Xena, WP a quick kiss and a crisp salute, and headed south to
Harrison's House.  While three wizards tried to join him there, he only had
the resources to support two, so one was disbanded and sent home.  The other
two he dispatched to Mt. Everest and Tokyo, where the scouts were pillaged
for 175 GP.  He invested 700 GP to start Giant Spider production in Mt.
Everest, and 1700 GP to start making Griffins in Tokyo.   

Meanwhile, Xena, WP threw her arms around Exxon's broad shoulders and shouted
for joy as his powerful wings thrust them skywards.  Flying to Kay's Crypt,
she was successful in her effort convince Inzeldrin to join them, promising
that the huge saurian could eat toasted scouts at every stop along her route.
 Inzeldrin made good on the first test of that promise as she pillaged the
scouts in Amsterdam for 175 GP and flew west.  

Not to be forgotten, the lone unit of wolfriders in Locker Room trotted west
to Paris and easily dispatched the lone defender.  Following the lead of his
comrades, he destroyed the nascent scouting organization and gained 175 GP in
the process.  500 GP are devoted to purchasing a unit of pikemen.  A couple
of pigeons carry the message of his success to Xena, WP's encampment
southeast of Amsterdam.

..............................................................................
..............................................................

Xena, WP folds the last of the parchments from her forces and stuffs it into
a pocket.  She is pleased as she notes the growing number of orange flags on
her battle map.  She grins with the anticipation of more battles on the
morrow.  Excitement will make it difficult for her to get any rest tonight.

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At Start:  4000 GP, 2 cities, 60 income and 4 expense.

	Hercules arrives in Sparta with an Archon in tow.  Travel expenses of 1470
GP are paid by Ilira.

	Hercules recruits 2 wizards at Harrison's House.  One captures Tokyo,
pillages for 175 and starts production of griffins.  One captures Mt Everest,
pillages for 175 GP and begins production of Giant Spiders.

	Xena, WP goes to Kay's Crypt and is joined by a dragon, which flies to
Amsterdam, capturing and pillaging the city for 175 GP.  

	Wolfriders capture Paris, pillage for 175 GP and begin production of Pikemen
for 500 GP.

End of turn:  330 GP, 6 cities, 140 income and 4 expenses.

Xena gains 3 experience to 5.  Hercules gains 3 experience to 3.


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The following message was sent on Saturday November 01, 1997 at 08:41 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 2
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  2//2497/60/8

Dateline: CNN Office, November 1, 1997.  

Marv Albert whines.  "I'm looonely.  I want another sportscaster to help me
out.  Hmm.  Who's one of the greatest sportscasters of all time, who wouldn't
mind killing a few people?"

And then, in a flash, it comes to him.  Of course!  

O.J.!

Marv Albert's not the brightest guy.

O.J. arrives in CNN Office, at a cost of 1053 gp.  He brings with him a
dragon.

Marv's not content with just O.J.'s help, though.  He quickly heads North
into the Barrow of Bruce, where he is joined by two Elementals.

O.J. speedily springs into battle himself.  He goes straight over to the
greatest ruin of all time, a ruin about which songs are sung and epics are
written:  Zak's Zone.  Ah, the lyricism, the poetry of the place overwhelm
him.  So much so, that he almost tips his Bronco over into a pothole - but is
ultimately victorious.

O.J. finds the Chariot of Fire (bat +2).

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

O.J. quickly assumes the role of commander in chief, dispatching his and
Marv's minions far and wide.  Marv's a little peeved by the usurpation of
power, but after a few spankings, quiets down.

A Wolfrider takes Squaw valley, pillages for 175 gp.
An Elemental takes Chamonix, pillages for 175 gp.
An Elemental takes Barcelona, pillages for 175 gp.
An Elemental takes Montreal, pillages for 175 gp.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Marv Albert and O.J. may have each other now, but they still need more
friends.  What better way to get them than to buy them?

Spiders are built in Squaw Valley.
Minotaurs are built in Chamonix.
Spiders are built in Barcelona.
Light Infantry are built in Montreal.

O.J. checks his bank account.  Ouch!  Them lawyers is expensive!

Final Cities//Gold:  6//337/140/8

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  5 (+3)
O.J.'s experience (minuse time served):  3 (+3)

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 2.  

DIPLOMACY:

Marv & O.J. want to make friends with Blue.

Apache - I propose a treaty until turn 10.  Both of us seem to have our most
interesting forces to the north, and Orange already seems to be headed South.

I will stay out of Rio, if you don't go to Innsbruck or farther.

Oslo and Atlanta are up for grabs.  I propose that whoever gets there first
gets to keep them.  Or, if you'd prefer, we could leave those two cities out
of the treaty, and just fight over them (the plus for you is that I move
before you, and am more likely to get there first - the minus is that we have
to waste resources fighting over these two cities).

The flight item at Dashorst Pit goes to whoever gets there first.

I propose that we keep this treaty until turn 10, at which time (we should
discuss at the end of turn 9) we can decide whether or not we wish to
continue it.

Please respond in your next turn report (or sooner).

Good luck on the fields of battle, and long may the South reign!

-z

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        2
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Tuesday November 04, 1997 at 02:48 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Thursday November 6, 1997 at 2:48 PM EST
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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        3
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Thursday November 06, 1997 at 02:13 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday November 9, 1997 at 2:13 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Sunday November 9, 1997 at 12:13 PM)
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The following message was sent on Thursday November 06, 1997 at 02:16 PM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

Apache looked over the battle maps and troop movement reports inside the
war room  as well as the offer  from Mrzakk.  A loud rap on the door
caused him to look up from his table of papers and maps...<Enter!>.
A short stocky figure, with a similar build to Conan=92s, walked through
the into the war room with a larger, robed figure following behind.  In
an almost cartoon-ish, high, squeaky voice he said, < Hi!  I=92m Mike
Tyson!  I heard that celebrity-criminals can earn some extra dough
here...I=92d like to offer the services of me and my promoter....>.  The
Wizard removed his hood and revealed a large grin, thick glasses, and a
tall gray hairdo.  The Wizard extended his hand, < ..Pleased to meet
you!  The name=92s King!  Don King!! My man here, Iron Mike, is the
greatest ever!  He=92ll bring fame and fortune to these hills, you have m=
y
word!  .....You think Marv Albert is a flesh-eater...HA!  Iron Mike will
give him an earful if given the chance!!.....By the way....I get half of
everything he makes, ....Just make the check to King World
Enterprises...>
Apache stifled the laughter that threatened to burst forth from within
and fished around in his coffers for some gold while listening to Iron
Mike. <  I tell ya...those guys haven=92t even spent time in prison!  I=92=
m
a hardened ex-con!!  I=92m the man you want!!  Let me go show them guys
what prison sex is all about! >   Apache hands over some gold to Don
King and replies to Iron Mike, <  Okay, champ!  You=92ve got the
job....just hold off on showing the Reporter heroes your tricks....I
think we may have a deal going....I may need you soon so...keep an ear
out! >
--
Conan rolled out of his blanket as he heard the messenger ride up to
Sydney=92s walls.  The courier tethered his mount and ran up the long
flight of stairs to where Conan stood.  < A message from the Couch,
sir..>, he spoke in between huffing and puffing.
<  Continue....> uttered the large Cimmerian.
<  Our spies report a flying Wizard off the northeast coast.....he
appears to be headed this way! >
Conan=92s eyes widened a bit.......the only fear he has ever had....
Magic!  <  Report back to Apache and inform him that the Wizard shall de
dealt with when the time comes....>  With that, the messenger scurried
back down the steps and left Sydney.   < Hmmmm.....a Mage tries to flank
us by flying over the water.....out of reach from arrows and other
missiles, > thought Conan to himself, < ...that Xena is crafty as well
as busty!.....but I believe I could take her in 2 out of 3 falls!! >
Conan left Sydney with a unit of Dwarves for McCuller=92s Fort, deep
within the mountains.  By late afternoon they had reached the ancient
ruin and upon exploration of the long deserted outpost, had found a pair
of Giant Worms.  Conan threw down his weapons and jumped upon one of the
hideous creatures.  With his huge arm span, he was just able to reach
around its throat and lock his hands, thereby administering a powerful
choke hold.  After a few minutes of writhing and attempting to throw
Conan from its back, the Giant Worm was subdued.  The other Worm was
immediately docile as well.  Conan sent them in separate directions and
left McCuller=92s Fort, heading west through the hills as the sun began t=
o
descend in the western sky.
--
Zakk:
Your proposal has been read and the Spectators are interested in a
limited arrangement.  Although, with your speedy and untiring
Elementals, it would seem that any city that is up for grabs would be
yours anyway.  I like what you say....Let=92s not intrude into each
other=92s homeland (i.e. Inns and Rio as you mentioned) and evaluate the
treaty during Turn 9. I would have to choose the other neutral cities as
being up for grabs and defend them at your own will...or keep =91em if yo=
u
can.  As I have said, you will most likely grab all of them immediately,
but with your front extended so far and supply lines so long, it might
be tough to hold on to!  Let=92s concentrate on the northern forces and
keep any bickering between ourselves to a minimum!  Flesh-Eaters and
Wife-Beaters of the South Unite!  What say you, zakk?
Awaiting your reply,
Apache

--

REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 2, Side 4

Gold at start:  3840

- Iron Mike emerges from the The Couch with a Wizard, for 1010gp

- Iron Mike visits Aubert=92s Crypt and receives TV Rights (+6 gold/city)
- Conan visits McCuller=92s Fort and 2 Giant Worms offer to join

Cities Taken
- Garmisch-P by Giant Worm, pillaged for 175gp
- Sydney by Giant Worm, pillaged for 175gp
- Sapporo by Wizard, pillaged for 175gp

Units Purchased
- Spiders in Sydney for 700gp
- Hvy Infantry in Garmisch-P for 300gp
- Lt Cavalry in the Couch for 200gp
- Giants in Sapporo for 1100gp

Final cities: 5 =20
Final gold:  1055
Income: 150
Expenses: 14

Conan:  5  (+3 change)
Iron Mike: 3  (+3 change)

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The following message was sent on Friday November 07, 1997 at 02:46 PM EST
by Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> to all players;

=0AIn a message dated 11/6/97 3:33:32 PM, you wrote:=0A=0A<< I would have=
 to choose the other neutral cities as=0A=0Abeing up for grabs and defend=
 them at your own will...or keep =91em if you=0A=0Acan.  As I have said, =
you will most likely grab all of them immediately,=0A=0Abut with your fro=
nt extended so far and supply lines so long, it might=0A=0Abe tough to ho=
ld on to!  Let=92s concentrate on the northern forces and=0A=0Akeep any b=
ickering between ourselves to a minimum! >>=0A=0AAgreed.  I think I'll pr=
obably take 'em, then you'll probably take 'em back.=0A'salright, so long=
 as we don't waste too many resources there.  Also, even=0Athough my elem=
entals are fast, they're not strong enough to take a griffin=0Acity on th=
eir own.  Bummer.=0A=0A>Flesh-Eaters and Wife-Beaters of the South Unite!=
=0A=0AO.J. considers this for a moment.  Is this some sort of veiled insu=
lt?  Wife-=0AKillers, please!=0A=0A>What say you, zakk?=0A=0AMarv Albert =
calms O.J. down.  "C'mon, Juice, the man bites ears for a living.=0AYou c=
an't expect him to keep track of whether you're a beater or a killer...=
=0ABesides, maybe he was talking about me."=0A=0AO.J. relaxes.=0A=0AMarv =
smiles, adjusts his bustier.=0A=0AThe South is united as one!  Yessss!=0A=
=0A-z=0A

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        3
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Sunday November 09, 1997 at 03:12 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday November 11, 1997 at 3:12 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Sunday November 09, 1997 at 03:27 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 3

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>3		<bold>Gold: </bold>904	<bold>Income:
</bold>98	<bold>Expenses: </bold>23

	

	After drinking merrily a good night sleep was needed. Sir Neff's head
rung the next day but still he moved on to the call of battle. The Lady
Jillian interested in her own way moves on to her own battle front much
to Sir Neff's dismay. Reports from the south indicate a alliance.
Through his hangover Sir Neff thinks it out and decides that only an
alliance from the north will stop the blood thristy south. A scout is
sent to inquire the Great Hercules and the Noble Xena, WP to the east
to find their thoughts........

	

<bold>Battles: </bold>Athens, Antworp, Helsinki, and Mexico City
(neutrals) are won and pillaged for 175 gold each

<bold>Builds: </bold>Athens, Antworp, and Helsinki are built with light
inf. (160), and Mexico City heavy inf. (300)

<bold>End of turn:

Hero Experince:	-> Lady Jillian	2->7

		-> Sir Neff	3->5

Cities: </bold>7		<bold>Gold: </bold>829	<bold>Income:
</bold>202	<bold>Expenses:</bold> 23

<bold>- Sir Neff




</bold>


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The following message was sent on Tuesday November 11, 1997 at 05:26 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Turn Report Turn 3

Xena, WP grimaces as she studies her battle maps.  How quickly the status had
changed!  She knew she had been too confident the night before.  In the blink
of an eye, giant worms and elementals have appeared to the south and
southwest.  Murderers and maimers have joined the enemies.  Only to the west
is there a glimmer of hope, as a refined woman joins the ranks of the crude
King Neff, and proves her worthiness in battle.  (Though come to think of it,
there is one other interesting piece of news to digest.  Her spies have
reported the forceful conquest of the worms by the large Cimmerian.  She
wonders just how _large_ he has to be to have single-handedly tamed one of
the great beasts. She sighs regretfully as she recalls that her plans will
take her north today.)

She puts aside her concerns and climbs onto Exxon's back, flying northwest to
the mysterious Lair of Luther.  She pushes aside the dank moss the seems
omnipresent in the swamp and enters the ruins.  She almost enlists the aid of
2 devils, but when she insists that no children be eaten during the campaign,
one flies away in disgust.  The other, apparently willing to confine his
meals to those over ten years of age, heads off to Olympia, easily capturing
the city and pillaging the scouts for 175 GP.  

Meanwhile, pikemen and wizards easily capture and pillage the cities of
London and Rome, respectively.  Heavy infantry production is ordered in Rome.
 All is going according to plan.  "The queen will be pleased," Xena, WP
thinks to herself.  Suddenly, however, unsettling news arrives from the
southeast.  Hercules is bogged down in the forests west of Harrison's House.
 

"Damn!" thinks Xena, WP.  "I should have known better than to let him run
around on his own.  He's probably too stubborn to stop and get directions.
 God only knows when he'll get out of the woods."

Even worse is the news that one of the wizards who had proffered his aid
yesterday has completely disregarded her orders and headed south over the
water.  The last thing in the world that Xena, WP wants the mighty Apache to
think is that she might in any way be threatening his borders.  Such a threat
could only bring swift reprisal from Conan.  She pens a strongly worded
missive to the wayward mage, hinting strongly that any further disregard of
her orders may be grounds for summary court martial and execution.  

Reluctantly, the wizard turns west and easily captures Seoul.  But before
there is any chance to stop him, and in blatant disregard of the heretofore
sacrosanct standard operating plan, the wizard looses fire and lightning on
the hapless Koreans, burning their city to the ground.  For a moment, Ilira
is stymied as she tries to think of some way to put the idiot's actions to
use.  Suddenly, it hits her, and she quickly pens a note to Apache.

<<<<<Noble Warrior,

Fearful as I am of the potential devastation that may be wrought by your
mighty armies, I have today created an area of neutrality between our two
great nations.  By eliminating the city of Seoul, I have eradicated a
probable source of regional conflict and made it more difficult for either of
us to wage a war of aggression against the other, as the prime staging area
for such a protracted campaign lies in smoking ruins.  I propose that we let
this monument stand as a line of demarcation between our respective spheres
of influence, which will free us to deal with the more immediate threats of
the western upstarts.  Please let me know if you wish this grand cooperation
to continue.

					Ilira, Queen of the Athletes>>>>>>>


Another note is jotted off to King Neff, whose lone horseman is seen arriving
soon with a message.

<<<<<<Your Majesty,

We have received your query, and will give it due consideration.  We do pray
that you give us some assurance of your good intentions, for rumors of the
bloodthirsty and rapacious conduct of your troops have reached our ears, and
give us pause.  We await your specific assurances with anticipation.

					Ilira, Rex>>>>>>>>

Xena, WP closes her eyes and tries to find sleep again, but the noises and
smells of the swamp around her make such surcease difficult to find at best.
 Will the morrow bring more battle, or perhaps the beginning of a precious
peace?  Only time will tell.

************************************************************************

Start:  6 Cities, 466 gold, 140 income and 20 expenses.

Olympia, London and Rome are captured and pillaged for 175 GP each.

Seoul is captured and burned to the ground.

Heavy infantry are built in rome.

End:  9 cities, 691 GP, 200 income and 20 expenses.
Xena, WP gains 3 XP to 8, and Hercules remains mired literally and
figuratively at an XP of 3.





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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        3
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Tuesday November 11, 1997 at 05:29 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Thursday November 13, 1997 at 05:29 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Thursday November 13, 1997 at 2:29 AM)
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The following message was sent on Tuesday November 11, 1997 at 04:29 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 3
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  6//469/140/31

Dateline: CNN Office, November 11, 1997.  

Marv Albert goes in desperate search of friends.  Sure, Letterman's gonna let
him go on his show, but who's going to watch that?

Marv searches the Van Koughnett Pit, where a dragon offers to join him.
 Yesss!

O.J. goes in hunt of the real killer.

Knock knock.  "Hello?"  "Hi.  Did you kill my ex-wife?"  "Uh... no."
 "Excellent.  Want to join me in defeating the treacherous North?"  "Uh...
sure."

O.J. searches Scott's Secret -- the secret being the true killer -- and finds
a Devil.

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

Marv and O.J. scatter their troops far and wide, in search of towns to
convert, and women to abuse.

Elemental takes Oslo, pillages for 175 gp.
Elemental takes Beijing, pillages for 175 gp.
Elemental takes Melbourne, pillages for 175 gp.
Wolfrider takes Nagano, pillages for 175 gp.
Devil takes Innsbruck, pillages for 175 gp.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Marv and O.J., drunk with victory, decide to buy some more friends.  Their
treasury is weak, though, so they can only afford so much.

Lt. Infantry are built in Oslo.
Hvy Infantry are built in Innsbruck.
Bats and Spiders are built in Montreal, raising the city's defenses to 2.

Final Cities//Gold:  11//24/240/31

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  8 (+3)
O.J. 's experience (minus time served):  6 (+3)

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 3.  

DIPLOMACY:

To my Blue friend -

Hang tough!  Don't be swayed by the Orange devil!  I'll soon be abandoning
Oslo, and it will be yours, while all that Orange offers you is ruins!  Ruins
and destruction!

The South will stand victorious!

-z

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        3
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Tuesday November 11, 1997 at 04:31 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Thursday November 13, 1997 at 4:31 PM EST
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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        4
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Thursday November 13, 1997 at 09:41 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday November 16, 1997 at 9:41 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Sunday November 16, 1997 at 7:41 PM)
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The following message was sent on Thursday November 13, 1997 at 09:42 PM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

As Conan and the unit of Dwarves approached the ruins of McCuller=92s
Fort, the Cimmerian stopped suddenly and cocked his head slightly to the
side.  He listened for a few seconds then turned and motioned for the
Dwarves to stay put.  The huge barbarian skirted the edge of the path
towards the overgrown remains of the once mighty fort.  Complete silence
enveloped this place.  No birds could be heard or seen, no
insects.....nothing.  This place radiated an evil that seemed to suck
the life from the hills.  Conan unslung his ax and silently entered the
weathered fort.
As he stepped through the broken gates, a swirling mist to his right
caught his eye.  He turned as the mist condensed into an enormous black
figure with scaly hide and pointed ears. The two rushed each other and
the Demon=92s arms shot out like arrows towards Conan=92s neck as the
Cimmerian swung his ax, quick as lightning.  The ax blow glanced off the
demon=92s skin....it would take more than an ordinary edge to pierce the
skin of a dweller of the underworld.  The Demon=92s hairy fingers closed
upon the barbarian=92s neck, threatening to cut of all air.  Conan tensed
the thick muscles in his neck, dropped his ax, and grabbed the beast=92s
wrists.  He then swung he legs up and out, driving his heels into the
huge figure=92s chest.  The resulting force as Conan straightened out his
body was enough to tear him loose from the Demon=92s deadly grasp.  He
shot out and away from the Demon,  landed on his back, and somersaulted
back onto his feet.  Conan unsheathed his sword and crouched......ready
to fight more if need be.  The figure began to dissipate, back into a
mist once again......< You are worthy, Cimmerian, what would you have me
do? > boomed the Demon=92s voice.  < That was almost too easy..> thought
Conan to himself.  < There is a Wizard to the northeast who believes his
magic is greater than yours....I=92d like to see if that is true, > said
Conan to the swirling mist.  < As you wish mighty Barbarian! > bellowed
the Demon.
--
Meanwhile Iron Mike traveled west towards Calgary and the Vault of Saves
in search of flesh, helpless beauty contestants, or formidable sparring
partners.  < Honestly, I bit off Evander=92s ear on purpose!! > he told
the Giant Bat he was riding, <..Just to show the Ref that I can play
dirty too! >.  < I wonder what Marv Albert tastes like? > he thought out
loud.  < You know, he looks pretty good dressed up like that....>
Iron Mike felled Calgary in under 20 seconds, sending the paying crowd
home grumbling about never buying pay-per-view again.  He then proceeded
on to the ruins  of the Vault of Saves.  There he met up with a vision
of loveliness, an Archon.  But alas, she had caught wind of Iron Mike=92s
wicked past and headed off towards Rio.
Iron Mike=92s promoter was busy a little further northwest at Grenoble
attempting to land another rigged pay-per-view fight with Van Gought or
Jeffrey Dahmer.
--
Apache relaxed in his chambers going over the day=92s events in his head.=
=20
< The Worm and Spiders confirm the razing of Seoul by Ilira=92s
insubordinate Wizard.  Even though he altered his course, he still
remains within striking distance from my cities...We shall see if
Ilira=92s words ring true.  My neighbor Zakk promises friendship for
awhile, but with O.J. and Marv leading their troops, I should expect
anything.  The race for the central mountains is on! >
After calling for his pipe, his bowl, and his fiddlers three, Apache
calls for his scribe to dictate this message to Ilira:

Powerful Ilira, Temptress of the Trees and Tigress of the Forests,

Your razing of Seoul was a pity to observe.  From my perch in the hills
I can still see the smoke rising from the burning city......so many
innocent lives....where will they live now?  At least we don=92t have to
worry about a buildup of forces so near to either of our lands....now
the question remains.....Who will reach Dublin first and more
importantly, who will be able to hold Dublin?  Since my friend, Mr. Zakk
and I have entered into this pact I hesitate to accept any treaty from
your Loveliness, but I will watch both borders with eagle-eyes!  I have
no immediate plans to invade your lands so you may concentrate on your
western frontiers, but do not let that guard down too much!!  I=92d hate
to catch you with your panties down......*wink*

--
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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 3, Side 4

Gold at start:  1191

- Iron Mike visits Vault of Saves and is joined by an Archon
- Conan visits McCuller=92s Fort and is joined by a Demon

Cities Taken  (all pillaging of scouts)
- Lake Placid by Demon, pillaged for 175gp
- Calgary by Iron Mike, pillaged for 175gp
- Grenoble by Wizard, pillaged for 175gp
- Rio by Archon, pillaged for 175gp

Units Purchased
- Spiders in Rio for 700gp
- Hvy Infantry in Lake Placid for 300gp
- Lt.Infantry in Grenoble for 160gp
- Dwarves in Calgary for 450gp

Final cities: 9 =20
Final gold:  281
Income: 254
Expenses: 30

Conan:  8  (+3 change)
Iron Mike: 8  (+5 change)

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The following message was sent on Monday November 17, 1997 at 03:44 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 4

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>7		<bold>Gold: </bold>1003	<bold>Income:
</bold>202	<bold>Expenses: </bold>35

Sir Neff is joined by a archon at Domning Domain while his counterpart
Lady Jillian searches out Vaillancourthold and finds the starters gun.
Other then the typical day the Organizers usually has, the messenger
sent to Ilira, Queen of the Athletes has returned. With nothing better
to do with the messenger Sir Neff instructs him to return to Ilira and
let her know that he and his armies have no intent of traveling east of
Heeter's Bar. By now others that have encountered the Organizers know
that they are men of celebration. Cheers!

<bold>Battles: Nothing but peace and merry drinking

Builds: Not yet

End of turn:

Hero Experince:	->Sir Neff 5->8

		->Lady Jillian 7->10

Cities:</bold> 7		<bold>Gold: </bold>1003	<bold>Income:</bold>
202	<bold>Expenses:</bold> 35

<bold>- Sir Neff




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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        4
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Monday November 17, 1997 at 03:44 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Wednesday November 19, 1997 at 3:44 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Wednesday November 19, 1997 at 02:49 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Turn 4 Report

Ilira sighs as she pores over the latest series of missives from her field
agents.  Her left hand absently twirls a lock of hair.  She grimaces as she
realizes what she is doing; then smiles ruefully as she notes the gray
strands streaking the red.  This campaign threatens to take a bigger toll
than most.

Fortunately, today looks as if it will bring a moment's respite from the
rigors of the past several.  Only one major battle looms on the horizon, and
she is actually happy to pen that set of orders.  The image of the bastard
paperhanger with the bad hair screaming as he slides down Inzeldrin's throat
actually makes her smile.  For the rest of the troops, there is little work
today.

Diplomatic concerns loom larger.  For some reason, Apache is wary of the
gesture she made in Seoul.  Perhaps he will accept her sincerity if she
leaves Dublin alone.  Of course, she had never had any intention of occupying
the city -- struggling through _Ulysses_  had made her wary of Dublin and
it's environs.  

Sir Neff has sent a conciliatory reply to her last message, and promises to
do no more than party in Bob Heeter's bar.  However, she remains concerned,
having seen what happens when he and his men get drunk.  He will bear close
monitoring.

As for Mr. Zakk, it is impossible to figure out what he is up to.  He has let
maniacs run amok, gobbling up cities at a prodigious pace, biting and
slashing as they go.  Reports indicate that he has attempted to coerce Apache
into an alliance against her; surely the noble warrior cannot be so foolish
as to trust a leader that gives free reign to the likes of Alpert and
Simpson?  Hopefully, he is just waiting for the opportunity to sink the knife
into Mr Z's back.

She pours herself a glass of warm milk.  She would prefer a shot of Glen
Livet neat, but her ulcer hasn't permitted that in weeks.  Ah well....she
bends to the parchment and starts to write out her orders.

She begins the day with 9 cities, 871 GP, an income of 200 GP and expenses of
30 GP.  Inzeldrin makes short work of Berlin, adding Himmler and Goering to
the Hitler sandwich.  The Nazi Youth organization is crushed -- no more will
brown shirted "scouts" strut through the streets of Berlin. A Volksspider
factory is ordered into operation.  Inzeldrin chooses to stay in Berlin until
production is ramped up -- there are disturbing reports of wild-eyed green
women lurking in the area, and it wouldn't do to leave the newly liberated
Berlin undefended.

Hmmmm....a quiet day.  It closes on 10 cities, 346 GP in the treasury, income
of 220 GP and expenses of 30 GP.  Xena, WP and Hercules, having done little
today, remain at 8 and 3 XP respectively.  

Ilira blows out the lantern and climbs into the field cot she has had brought
into the throne room.  She falls asleep to the gentle strains of the court
musician's harp.  Tomorrow will be a difficult day and she needs all the rest
she can get.


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        4
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday November 19, 1997 at 02:50 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday November 21, 1997 at 02:50 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Thursday November 20, 1997 at 11:50 PM)
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The following message was sent on Wednesday November 19, 1997 at 03:08 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

Damn.

I'm afraid I spoke a turn too soon.

Ilira - I'm afraid I couldn't use your file again.  Please send me one
unstuffed.  Thanks.

If anyone else has a useable (unstuffed) file, and reads this before Ilira,
please send me one.

Thanks,

-z

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The following message was sent on Thursday November 20, 1997 at 04:23 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 4
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  11//233/240/77

Dateline: CNN Office, November 20, 1997.  

Cash!  Gotta get cash!  O.J. lost the mansion in bank foreclosure, and the
Goldman's are sucking the rest away.  Marv's legal bills are enormous.  Gotta
get cash!

O.J. visits Max's Manor.  Lovely.  He writes a book while he's there, and
pulls down 2497 gp.

Marv Albert visits Vicker's Finale, where he finds Tanya's Fanclub (+1 com).
 Yesss!  He needed a new fan club, and who better than Tanya Harding's old
fan club?

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

Cash!  Cash!  Gotta get more cash!  Letterman pays crap, and no one wants a
Marv Albert Book.  O.J.'s pay-per-view is a flop.  Gotta get cash!

Elemental and Lt Inf. pillage Moscow for 850 gp.

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     1     0                  *1*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Elemental                 5         6     0.54376 <-- Lives!
Infantry, Lt              2         4     0.18257 <-- Dies..

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.45624 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining

Wolfrider pillages Sarajevo for 175 gp.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Marv and O.J. relax, count their cash.  They just can't help it, and go on a
spending spree.

Elephants are built in Beijing.
Giants are built in Nagano.
Spiders are built in Sarajevo.

Oh, no!  Out of cash again!  That's okay - nothing motivates O.J. and Marv
like cash!

Final Cities//Gold:  13//455/280/76

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  11 (+3)
O.J.'s experience (minus time served):  9 (+3)

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 4.  

DIPLOMACY:

Blue - hang tough.  Oslo is yours.  Don't listen to the great Satan that is
Orange.  Xena is really a man!

Orange - the center looks like it's gonna be yours.  Careful...

White - You say your troops are hard partiers?  Let me buy them a beer - or
twelve...

-z

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        4
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Thursday November 20, 1997 at 04:24 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday November 23, 1997 at 4:24 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Saturday November 22, 1997 at 11:46 AM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

Apache overused the snooze button on this 4th day of our little War and
has instructed me, his scribe, to jot down some important notes while he
hurries from meetings to meetings rather than wait another 24 hours or
so and hold the round up.
Conan continued his northward trek to Langer=92s Lair, where he received
Anton Geesinks belt and then further north until he left the hills and
entered the plains.
The Demon met up with one of the Giant Worms and stormed Dublin.  They
set up productions of Lt.Infantry units as well as Giant Bats.
Observing a potentially dangerous situation to the west, Oslo was
ignored and troops were sent to guard the ruins Iron Mike has been
eyeing.....Mr.Z,....Apache hopes this does not interfere with your
plans.
Apologies from Apache, he hopes to have more time on his hands in the
near future.

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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 4, Side 4

Gold at start:  505

- Conan visits Langer=92s Lair and receives Anton Geesinks Belt (+2 com)

Cities Taken
- Dublin by Demon and Giant Worm, occupied.

Units Purchased
- Giant Bats in Dublin for 160gp
- Lt.Infantry in Dublin for 160gp

Final cities: 10 =20
Final gold:  185
Income: 280
Expenses: 72

Conan:  11  (+3 change)
Iron Mike: 8  (no change)

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WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4    =20
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     2     0          N       *2*     0     No=20
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No=20

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Worm, Giant               7         9     0.86980 <-- Lives!
Demon                     7         9     0.57626 <-- Lives!

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.13020 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 2 unit(s) remaining

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        5
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Saturday November 22, 1997 at 11:49 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday November 25, 1997 at 11:49 AM EST
(In GMT-0700: Tuesday November 25, 1997 at 9:49 AM)
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The following message was sent on Tuesday November 25, 1997 at 02:21 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

Hey, guys -

I'll be out of town from Thursday 'til Sunday.  I know it's an official
"Warlords vacation," but thought I'd let you know anyhow.

Hopefully, I'll get my turn before then, and be able to take it.

Otherwise, Happy Thanksgiving!

-z

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        5
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Monday December 01, 1997 at 04:42 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Wednesday December 3, 1997 at 4:42 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Monday December 01, 1997 at 04:42 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 5

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>7		<bold>Gold: </bold>1170	<bold>Income:
</bold>202	<bold>Expenses: </bold>49


	With the mission of joyfulness in mind Sir Neff stumbles upon the
greatest Ruin to the Organizers....Bob Heeter's Bar! By drinking so
much Sir Neff began to feel as if he could fly, and in fact he could.
Who says drinking doesn't have its benefits? Not much happens as the
leader of the Organizers takes a break from leading on the empire to
enjoy a nice beverage.


<bold>Battles:		Sir Neff takes St. Louis

Builds: 		St. Louis - hy inf (300gp)

		Helsinki  - spinders (700gp)

End of turn:

Hero Experince:	-> Sir Neff - 8 -> 13

		-> Lady Jillian - 10

Cities: </bold>8		<bold>Gold: </bold>345	<bold>Income:
</bold>228	<bold>Expenses: </bold>49

<bold>- Sir Neff





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The following message was sent on Wednesday December 03, 1997 at 06:12 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Brief turn report to facilitate progress of game.   Full report with more
color to follow.

Turn start:  10 cities, 536 gold, 220 income, 56 expense.

Wizard (near Munich) flies to WarBot temple for blessing then attacks Munich
from the south and occupies. 

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     2     0                  *2*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Wizard                    8        10     0.64800 <-- Lives!

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.35200 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining


Wizard (near Dublin) flies to Atlanta and pillages it for 850 GP.

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     2     0                  *2*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Wizard                    7         9     0.57626 <-- Lives!

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.42374 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining

Devil then trots down to the Warbot temple to get a blessing and saunters
back to rest in Munich.

Xena, WP searches Irwin's vault and gets 2489 GP.

Hercules searches Panagos's Tomb and finds Blessing of Olympus.

Production:

Heavy cavalry in Olympia.  1200
Giants in Sparta.  1100
Light infantry in Munich.   160
Bats in Munich.   160
Spiders in Amsterdam  700

End of turn:

12 Cities, 555 GP, 260 income, 56 expenses.

Hero status:  Xena, WP gains 3 to 11
		         Hercules gains 3 to 6

Paul




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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        5
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday December 03, 1997 at 06:14 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday December 5, 1997 at 06:14 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Friday December 5, 1997 at 3:14 AM)
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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        5
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday December 03, 1997 at 08:00 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday December 5, 1997 at 8:00 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Wednesday December 03, 1997 at 08:09 PM EST
by Mrzakk@aol.com to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 5
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  13//659/280/116

Dateline:  CNN Office, December 3, 1997.  

Marv Albert adjusts his bustier, O.J. sharpens his knives.  It's a time for
quiet contemplation, and neither are very happy about that.  Battle!  Battle!
 We want battle!

Oh, well.  Maybe later.  For now, they just roam the countryside:  Marv in
search of a woman to love, O.J. in search of the real killer.

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

A unit of Lt. Inf. attacks and takes the undefended Orange's Atlanta, looting
23 gp.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Hvy Inf. are built in Melbourne.

Final Cities//Gold:  14//382/300/116

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  11 (+0)
O.J.'s experience (minus time served):  9 (+0)

DIPLOMACY:

Blue - feel free to pillage Oslo and take Atlanta as a staging area.  I'd
prefer you take care of orange from there, and I'll leave you unmolested.
 The South shall reign forever!

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 5.  

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The following message was sent on Thursday December 04, 1997 at 03:08 AM EST
by Ilira@aol.com to all players;

Hi all.  Please feel free to replace the previous preliminary turn report
with this more elaborate version.  Critical content the same.  Embellished
for your amusement.  


Clouds darken the eastern sky, blotting out the feeble efforts of the rising
sun to bring light to Ilira's heart.  It seems that despite her best efforts
to convince the noble Apache of her good and honest intent, that she is
doomed to attack from the south.  It grieves her to think that she is to come
off second best against the likes of Zakk and his insane cronies.  Surely
Apache cannot feel he is safe from the likes of Mad Marv?  At the very least,
he will be forced to watch as Marv and OJ party drunkenly.  At the worst, he
may be forced into the party himself!   She can only hope that he comes to
his senses before she is forced into a conflict that neither she nor Apache
really want.

In contrast to the quiet of yesterday, today there is action aplenty.
 Motioning to the court wizard, she turns her attention to his crystal globe.
 As he waves his hands over the great sphere, muttering arcane phrases, an
image begins to emerge.  Yes -- it is Xena, WP, about to enter Irwin's vault.
 Ilira's hands clench the arms on her throne as she watches the amazing woman
cautiously turn the corner, Exxon the Archon trailing a few feet behind.  

Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, an iron rod arcs through the air and
strikes a glancing blow off of Xena, WP's legs!  Ilira stifles a gasp,
thinking how much that must have hurt her champion.  But Xena, WP seems to
barely notice the pain.  Her weapon flies through the air, striking a fleeing
woman on ice skates, and bringing the woman to the ground.

"Thought I'd grab my ankles and cry like the last person you did that do, did
you?  Not bloody likely!"

Xena, WP delivers a crushing slap to the quivering blonde.  "Let's see the
keys to your safe deposit box, sweetie, and you might live till tomorrow."

Sullenly, the woman hands over the key.  Exxon sweeps 2489 GP into a bag and
the pair turn to the exit.  Only after she emerges from the vault does Xena,
WP allow herself to rub the rapidly swelling lump on her shin.  "Damn, that
hurts!"

A wave of the magician's hands...Ilira's face colors scarlet and she turns
away, as the crystal clears to an image of the mighty Hercules filling a
small cup with urine.  But then, she turns back, assuming her best regal and
aloof manner.  (Hmmm, perhaps it would be appropriate to call Hercules to the
court for some personal self-defense instruction...)  She listens as a small
man in a dark suit says to Hercules "OK, you're free to compete in the
event."

"I told you I didn't _need_ steroids", Hercules mutters as he exits Panagos'
Tomb with the Blessing of Olympus in hand.  Mounting the great wolf that
seems to lurk ever near him, he rides to the north.

Another wave of the magician's hands...."Oh look, Merlin...it's the twins!"
 She watches with delight as the Flying Zambini Brothers pirouette over the
central mountains and take out the defenders of Munich and Atlanta with
surgical precision.

Merlin grimaces behind her back.  His precognition has been working overtime
today, and he knows what is likely to happen.  His worst fears are realized
as Earl, the elder Zambini, and always the "good" boy occupies Munich and
establishes production facilities for bats and light infantry in typical
orderly fashion.  To the south, Merle, the rebellious twin, completely
disregards his orders, pillaging Atlanta and then turning tail and running
back into the mountains, leaving the city open for Mad Marv and friends to
waltz right in.  He sighs. It's just so hard to get good help these days.  Oh
well....

Turn start:  10 cities, 536 gold, 220 income, 56 expense.

Wizard (near Munich) flies to WarBot temple for blessing then attacks Munich
from the south and occupies. 

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     2     0                  *2*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Wizard                    8        10     0.64800 <-- Lives!

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.35200 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining


Wizard (near Dublin) flies to Atlanta and pillages it for 850 GP.

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Neutral city 1 or 2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     2     0                  *2*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     0            *0*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Wizard                    7         9     0.57626 <-- Lives!

Defense Units:
---------------
Griffin                   6         8     0.42374 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining

Devil then trots down to the Warbot temple to get a blessing and saunters
back to rest in Munich.

Xena, WP searches Irwin's vault and gets 2489 GP.

Hercules searches Panagos's Tomb and finds Blessing of Olympus.

Production:

Heavy cavalry in Olympia.  1200
Giants in Sparta.  1100
Light infantry in Munich.   160
Bats in Munich.   160
Spiders in Amsterdam  700

End of turn:

12 Cities, 555 GP, 260 income, 56 expenses.

Hero status:  Xena, WP gains 3 to 11
		         Hercules gains 3 to 6

Paul

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        6
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Thursday December 04, 1997 at 08:06 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday December 7, 1997 at 8:06 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Sunday December 7, 1997 at 6:06 PM)
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The following message was sent on Thursday December 04, 1997 at 08:06 PM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

IronMike, muscles beginning to diminish from lack of use, decided to
call on a trainer to build up his stamina.  Carl Lewis was contacted and
agreed to aid in IronMike=92s endeavors.  They met at Dashorst Pit, where=

IronMike trained for hours upon hours, working his lower body to the
extreme.  At the end of the workout, Carl Lewis gave Mike some specially
made shoes that would work his calves such that he could jump almost as
well as Carl Lewis himself.  After donning his new sneakers, IronMike
and his entourage bounded towards Goransson Ruins.  As the sun began to
set, IronMike met up with Don King who explained that he had set up a
pay-per-view fight with a middle-aged, overweight boxer.  =

< I guarantee that you will drop this geezer like a bad habit in under
20 seconds! >, exclaimed King.  Sure enough, much to the dismay of all
the fans who had paid 39.99 to watch several rounds of a heavy weight
brawl, the match ended just 9 seconds into the first round.
<  Who cares if the fans are upset...Here=92s your booty....minus my
modest finder=92s fee......, and room and board, and travel expenses, and=

hair stylist=92s fee, and.... > King gloated as he handed Mike a sack ful=
l
of gold.

Conan, still feeling sluggish from the huge Thanksgiving feast, decided
to keep a low profile while he worked off some of those unwanted
pounds.  In fact, most of the Spectator=92s forces spent the day jogging
to and fro, trying to lose those Holiday pounds.  Apache was out
Christmas shopping so he decided that Conan should dictate this round=92s=

messages to our neighbors.....
Mighty Ilira, Leader of the Forest Nymphs and Protector of Nature,  =

Fear not, O vision of beauty, as you can plainly see, our forces do not
move on your sacred forests.....However the presence of your
Magic-Makers unnerves me a little!.....Rest assured that I concentrate
on the center of our little practice land as we speak.  My alliance with
Mr.Zakk is true, although I do take your words to heart.....and as I
have said before....I constantly watch my borders for potential
threats......As it stands now, I must heed my Liege and carry out his
orders.  He has decided upon this southern alliance and to this I must
remain true!....Guard thy border carefully, for I fear you may be next
in his plans of conquest!  Tell Xena that I wish to meet with her soon!

-Conan

Mr.Zakk, Ruler of the Flesh-Eating, Wife-Slaying Reporters,

I extend our gratitude for vacating those cities and offering them up to
the Spectators.....We shall be taking them soon....until then, though,
enjoy the added income.  Although, a light infantry unit is not much to
pillage, but I imagine it is better than nothing....Mr. King has
contacted me and has asked if Marv would be willing to fight IronMike in
a pay-per-view fight.  There would be no gloves or fists
involved.....only mouths and teeth allowed. The last to drop from loss
of blood will be declared the champion!....What say you, Mr.
Zakk?.....King guarantees a healthy paycheck for either winner or
loser.....

-Conan

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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 5, Side 4

Gold at start:  393

- IronMike visits Dashorst Pit and receives Jump of Lewis (fly)
- IronMike visits Goransson Ruin and receives 2485gp


Units Purchased
- Giant Bats in Rio for 160gp
- Orcish Mob in Rio for 300gp
- Lt.Infantry in Lake Placid for 160gp
- Elephants in Lake Placid for 1500gp
- Lt.Infantry in Sydney for 160gp
- Wolfriders in Sydney for 450gp

Final cities: 10  =

Final gold:  148
Income: 280
Expenses: 103

Conan:  11  (no change)
Iron Mike: 14  (+6 change)

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The following message was sent on Sunday December 07, 1997 at 06:58 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 6

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>8		<bold>Gold: </bold>524	<bold>Income:
</bold>228	<bold>Expenses: </bold>72

	

	Sir Neff after a delightful stay at Bob Heeters Bar gives it a five
star rating. He has rallied the troops and treated them well but he now
senses an onslaught of battles brewing in the air. With that he
finances more troop building by exploring the depths of Cairn of Bazza
and through his heroism finds 2284gp. He quickly begins to build the
kingdom. Meanwhile at Dirks Cavern 2 ghosts of the ancient heros of
Organizers join Lady Jillian in an apparent warfront forming to the
south. Muscles tense and antisipation begins.


<bold>Battles: None

Builds: Spiders (700gp) Antwerp, Athens, St. Louis

           Bats (160gp) Stockholm, St. Louis


End of turn:

Hero Experince:	->Sir Neff 13+3=16

		->Lady Jillian 10+3=13

Cities: </bold>8		<bold>Gold: </bold>388	<bold>Income:
</bold>228	<bold>Expenses: </bold>72

<bold>- Sir Neff




</bold>


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        6
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Sunday December 07, 1997 at 06:58 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday December 9, 1997 at 6:58 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Wednesday December 10, 1997 at 05:40 AM EST
by Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> to all players;

Ilira returns from a much needed and all too brief vacation in the mountains.
As she approaches the throne room, a klaxon-like sound begins to intrude.
Merlin rushes out to greet her, a look of annoyance on his craggy face.  

"Your Majesty, where were you?  Can't you hear the timeout buzzer?  If you
don't hurry, we'll miss another deadline, and then where will we be?  Really,
Your Majesty, you must take this more seriously."

Ilira grimaces.  "How am I supposed to take anything seriously when I read
this kind of garbage?  She throws down a copy of Tourneyset Today.  Merlin
picks up the paper.  His eyes go wide as he scans the front page.  "Oh no!"

"Oh yes", says Ilira.  "Read it out loud, Merlin.  I love having my nose
rubbed in it."

******Atlanta, Turn 6*********
Sources today confirmed that Merle Zambini is being sought for questioning in
the matter of the destruction of Atlanta.  He was last seen flying into the
mountains somewhere to the west of Warbot Temple.  Zambini reportedly became
enraged when he returned to liberate the city from the MrZakk, but found only
13 GP for all his trouble.  Speculation currently centers on Zambini's known
propensity for fancy fireworks displays.  This reporter has learned that
Zambini leveled the city with a series of fireballs.  Thus far, there has been
no confirmation of the rumor that Zambini said "Oops" when asked to comment
about the razed city.
****************************

"Merlin, I'm telling you now -- either you get that clown Zambini under
control, or your career here is over.  Now, is there any good news whatsover?"

Merlin brightened.  "Why yes, Your Majesty, there is.  Xena, WP reported that
she found 2412 GP when she searched Ivan's Palisade, though apparently she had
to beat off another vicious attack by that woman with the iron rod."

"Hercules got stuck in some sort of traffic jam in Huselman's Deep, but he did
finally break through, and ...wonder of wonders..., found the spear that he
had lost a few years ago.  He seems to be really happy."

"Oh, and Inzeldrin and Earl Zambini both managed to get a blessing in the
Warbot temple...."

Merlin's voice droned on, but Ilira found herself drifting off, thinking about
Hercules' Spear.... She really must get him to the palace for lessons soon....

Start of Turn

11 cities, 693 GP, 240 GP income and 109 GP expense.

Xena, WP searches Ivan's Palisade and finds 2412 GP.

Hercules searches Huselman's Deep and finds the Spear of Hercules.

Wizard plunders the undefended Atlanta for 13 GP and then razes the city.

Wizard and dragon both get blessings.

Production:
Heavy infantry in London.
Light infantry and bats in Berlin.
Bats in Rome.

Xena, WP gains 3 XP to 14
Hercules gains 3 XP to 9.

End of turn:
11 cities, 2338 GP, 240 income and 109 expenses.

Paul




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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        6
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday December 10, 1997 at 05:42 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday December 12, 1997 at 05:42 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Friday December 12, 1997 at 2:42 AM)
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The following message was sent on Wednesday December 10, 1997 at 06:47 PM EST
by Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 6
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  13//520/280/184

Dateline:  CNN Office, December 10, 1997.  

O.J. sidles over to the LAIR OF LEUNG, one of the most frightening ruins in
all the warlords universe.  Slime drips, reptiles slither, rodents scurry,
Martha Stewart bakes...

O.J.'s frightened for a moment, but then remembers that Martha Stewart is a
woman, all she has is a stick, and he makes quick work of her.  Slice slice.

O.J. finds 2492 gp.

Marv is jealous.

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

Marv commands several of his units to attack White's Mexico City.  Marv's too
much of a wuss to do it himself.  "Besides, I might break a nail."

Mexico City is looted for 24 gp, pillaged for 150.

WarBOT v1.0a
Armyset: Tournament b1-4     
WL version: Mac CD
Intense Combat: Off
Terrain:  Enemy city 0,1,2 prod

   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly
   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item
--------------------------------------------------------------
ATT:   0     0     1     0                  *1*     0     No 
DEF:   0     0     0     0     1            *1*     0     No 

                     Entered    Final
Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %
---------------      --------  --------  ----------
Elemental                 5         6     0.50582 <-- Lives!
Spider                    4         7     0.26224 <-- Dies..
Wolfrider                 4         5     0.03068 <-- Dies..

Defense Units:
---------------
Infantry, Hv              4         6     0.49418 <-- Dies...
Infantry, Hv              4         6     0.25099 <-- Dies...
Infantry, Hv              4         6     0.06197 <-- Dies...

Attacker wins with 1 unit(s) remaining

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Lt. Inf, Bats & Spiders are built in Moscow.
Griffins are built in CNN Office.

Final Cities//Gold:  14//466/300/173

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  11 (+0)
O.J.'s experience (minus time served):  12 (+3)

DIPLOMACY:

Alas, White is not as drunk as I'd hoped.  Marv considers flashing a little
leg - you know how those bar goggles can work wonders...

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 6.  

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        6
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Wednesday December 10, 1997 at 06:51 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday December 12, 1997 at 6:51 PM EST
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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        7
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Thursday December 11, 1997 at 02:39 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday December 14, 1997 at 2:39 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Sunday December 14, 1997 at 12:39 PM)
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The following message was sent on Thursday December 11, 1997 at 02:41 PM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

=46rom high atop Dublin=92s walls, Conan could see the black smoke to the=

southwest rising above the lofty, snow-capped mountains which surrounded
the WarBOT Temple.  This confirmed the messages he had read about the
free-wheeling pyro-wizard of the Athletes.  The latest reports suggested
he was still within these central mountains.....and for this reason
Conan was uneasy.
< These magic wielders unnerve me......Let us go seek blessings from the
mighty temple to reaffirm our faith and to bring peace to our minds so
that our judgments and strategies will be unclouded! >    =

Just maybe a weakly defended Dublin would entice a wizard and more
Athletes from hiding......
--
< No Champ, I haven=92t heard back from Marv about a possible
=93all-you-can-eat match=94...but no worry!  I=92ve got plenty of things =
lined
up! =93  Don King sported a brand new fur coat and five golden
rings.....inset with jewels and diamonds.  < Your next fight is in
Oslo.....I=92ve rigged the bout and he=92ll take a fall as soon as the
opening bell sounds!=94
IronMike donned his gameface, put his mouthpiece in, and headed for Oslo
with his entourage.  =

Upon arrival, he worked up a quick sweat and stepped into the ring.  He
stared down his skinny opponent and shifted from foot to foot as the Ref
barked out the rules.  When ordered to shake hands by the Ref, IronMike
thrust out his gloves.....his opponent touched gloves, then fell
backwards unconscious.  After the 10 count, amidst the boo=92s and hisses=
,
IronMike immediately set out towards the central mountains with his
=93Posse=94.  Don King took the liberty of dolling out the
earnings.......and IronMike could=92ve sworn he was supposed to receive
more than 16gp...but King must know what he=92s talking about.
--
MrZakk,
Pardon my Hero and his party for spending the night at the Temple, I
realize your armies will want to receive blessings as well.  I couldn=92t=

have Conan and company sleeping on the ground during these harsh winter
months......and the temple seemed the best place for them.  I will
vacate it and be on my way next turn....
Congrats on your northern expansion!  Your forces move swiftly through
the northern hills.....What a shame that Atlanta is in ruins...would=92ve=

been a nice stronghold for the southern forces....Just like the Yankees,
though, to burn Atlanta again!
-Apache
--
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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 6, Side 4

Gold at start:  325

- Conan visits WarBOT Temple and receives blessing.
- IronMike takes Oslo, loots 16gp, and occupies.


Final cities: 11  =

Final gold:  341
Income: 306
Expenses: 155

Conan:  12  (+1 change)
Iron Mike: 16  (+2 change)

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The following query is from Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Mike,

Yes, I'm still having problems getting that file....

Paul, 

Did you stuff the file?.....I wonder what is different...?...Could you
try sending the file the "old way", but through the noarchive message?

Roger


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The following query is from Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Paul -

Actually, it's okay if you stuffit, as long as I'm cc'd - the cc will send it
directly to me, and I've never had a problem with aol to aol direct (stuffed
or not), it's just when it goes through the remailer that it gets weird.

-z


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The following query is from Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Michael,

Would you like me to send you another noarchive copy of the file unstuffed?

Paul


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*** A message from the Warlords II Remailer. ***

By Sunday December 14, 1997 at 02:40 PM EST, Sir Neff (white) had not submitted his gamefile in the time allowed.

A timeout has been automatically deducted from the supply and there is
an additional 1 day(s) to submit this game file. There are 1
timeout(s) remaining. These timeouts will be taken 1 per day,
irrespective of whether the turn limit is restricted to weekdays or
with a 1-day weekend.



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<x-rich>
The following diplomatic history message is from Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

<bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>A12: Turn 1

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities:
</fontfamily></bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>7		<bold>Gold:
</bold>479	<bold>Income: </bold>202	<bold>Expenses: </bold>139

	The Organizers begin to sober and take what is rightly theres. In
sobering up Sir Neff recieves a AA (alcoholics annoynomys) certificate
announcing him as a Cavalier. He drinks to that and the battle wages
on!

<bold>Battles:

Melbourne

</bold></fontfamily><fontfamily><param>Courier</param>WarBOT v1.0a

Armyset: Tournament b1-4     

WL version: Mac CD

Intense Combat: Off

Terrain:  Enemy city 0,1,2 prod


   Hero Bonuses  Non-  For-                TOTAL  Minus  Fly

   Natural Item  Hero  tify  City  Cancel  BONUS  Enemy  Item

--------------------------------------------------------------

ATT:   1     1     1     0          H       *3*     0     Yes

DEF:   0     0     0     0     1            *1*     0     No 


                     Entered    Final

Attack Units:        Strength  Strength  Survival %

---------------      --------  --------  ----------

*Hero                     6         9     0.96052 <<-- Lives!

Archon                    7        10     0.78400 <<-- Lives!


Defense Units:

---------------

Infantry, Hv              4         6     0.03948 <<-- Dies...


Attacker wins with 2 unit(s) remaining, Loot 16gp


</fontfamily><bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>Mexico City

</fontfamily></bold><fontfamily><param>Geneva</param>Not defended, loot
16gp

<bold>Builds: 

End of turn:

Hero Experince:	-> Sir Neff - 16 -> 18 (Cavalier)

		-> Lady Jillian - 13-> 15

Cities: </bold>9		<bold>Gold: </bold>511	<bold>Income:
</bold>254	<bold>Expenses: </bold>139

<bold>- Sir Neff




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The following unarchived message is from Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Hello all!
I will have two vacations in the coming month. The first will be Dec 31-Jan
2 becasue I will be going to the Rose Bowl to watch my Washington State
Cougars whip up on Michigan (I hope). The second is with my ski team again
on Jan 5-10. After that I'm back at school and won't have a break for a
couple of months.
Thanks, Matt




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The following diplomatic history message is from Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Ilira surveys the battle map.  She senses that this is one of those critical
moments in history when all things hang in the balance.  It is the calm before
the storm.  And there is much left to prepare with little time in which to do
so.  She begins the turn with 11 cities, 2469 GP, 240 GP income and 152 GP
expense.  

She is pleased to see that Merle Zambini has apparently come to his senses and
flown back to Munich.  Diplomatic relations with Apache and MrZakk had already
been strained enough without adding yet another city put to the torch.
Speaking of diplomacy, she makes a note to herself to lodge a protest with the
Spectator ambassador.  Apparently, Conan doesn't understand the concept of
neutral territory and has taken up residence in the Warbot Temple in defiance
of all conventions.

A few troop readjustments; an order to begin production of elephants in Rome,
and she is done.  One last task.  She jots off a quick note to Sir Neff,
congratulating him on his military successes and on finishing one turn of
sobriety.  She suggests that the current boundaries between their two nations
be left as they now stand so that the southern menace can be properly
addressed.

Turn's end shows 11 cities, 969 GP, 240 GP income and 152 GP expense.
Elephants started in Rome.  Xena, WP remains at 14 XP and Hercules remains at
9.  All in all a quiet day; perhaps the last quiet day she will have in some
time.

Paul


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Paul,

I am having problems reading your file again!  Please let me know what
procedure you take to send out your game file, including the encoding
method on your email client (binhex, UU, mime, etc.)  Please try the
following:  Send a "Stuffed" gamefile to the remailer and CC Zak on the
file.  And everyone please check in to let me know if you got the file OK.
Sounds like a plan?


Thanks,

Mike

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The following query is from Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

To all:
 I can't read the file either. I tried a number of ways to open it and no
success.
Matt

>>>Paul,

I am having problems reading your file again!  Please let me know what
procedure you take to send out your game file, including the encoding
method on your email client (binhex, UU, mime, etc.)  Please try the
following:  Send a "Stuffed" gamefile to the remailer and CC Zak on the
file.  And everyone please check in to let me know if you got the file OK.
Sounds like a plan?


Thanks,

Mike




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The following query is from Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Fortunately, Paul's been cc'ing me regularly, so I got the file fine, works
great - you don't need to cc me on the resend.

Also, it's fine to stuffit when you do send it originally, as long as I'm
still cc'd.

Thanks,

-z


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The following diplomatic history message is from Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 7
=========================================================================

*** Turn Start and Hero Actions:

Cities//Gold:  11//440/240/198

Dateline:  CNN Office, December 16, 1997.  

Marv & O.J. are unhappy.  Sad sad sad.  Lost two cities.  Wanna bite.  Wanna
slash.  Argh!  Can't.  Marv's restless, pinned down in a city.

O.J. ignores all the danger signs, and heads out for one last pay-per-view
appearance.  Looove that gold.

O.J. searches Gary Best's Tomb, finds 2496 gp.

*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City Capture:

No fighting.  Marv & O.J. likes to fights.  Nuthin' to report.  Sad state of
affairs for the Reporters.

*** New City Builds and End-of-Turn Declarations:

Nothing built.  No new friends.  No one believes our stories.  Lots o' gold,
though.  Pretty, pretty gold.

Final Cities//Gold:  11//2936/240/198

Marv Albert's experience (heh heh heh):  11 (+0)
O.J.'s experience (minus time served):  15 (+3)

DIPLOMACY:

To my Blue friend - sorry that O.J. isn't up to boxing IronMike just yet.
He's a little flabby after two many years of golf, and his arthritis is
killing him.

Xena WP and Hercules - National Enquirer reports that Hercules takes steroids.
Xena WP, do you really want children with two heads?  Dump the bum.

Sir Neff - Look!  Behind you!  A giant Budweiser!  It's not a mirage.  Really!
Go get it!  Good boy, go get the beer!

*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 7.  


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The following query is from Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Mike,

I have been sending the file unstuffed using AOL's proprietary mail system --
I have no idea what protocols they use, other than that it is not standard.  I
will try sending you a stuffed file, but I have no confidence that AOL can
handle it.  I am seriously looking at switching to a different ISP, so maybe
some of this garbage will go away.

Paul


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The following diplomatic history message is from Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

The large Cimmerian awakened at dawn feeling well-rested and full of
energy.  The blessing he had received the previous night seemed to have
boosted his confidence and, at least for the moment, filled him with a
peaceful bliss.  He had never been a religious man but would take all
the help he could get. < Maybe Iāll hang up my sword after this is all
done and go join a monastery....>, he thought to himself as he roused
his troops.  Conan and his war party exited the temple and headed back
to Dublin.  The Barbarian could feel eyes watching them as they
departed.. < You donāt suppose weāve angered others by staying at the
Temple..? >
--
< Here ya go Champ, > said King as he strapped the Cavalier belt around
IronMike, < Now youāve got to get the other belts and you will have
unified the title! ....I have another match set up just to the
northeast, letās go! >
IronMike and his entourage headed for Birnbaumās Crypt.  A few hours
before the match, Mike ate some sushi thinking he could use all the
brain food he could get.  < Hey this tastes just like Holyfield, > he
thought to himself.  Fifteen minutes later he was retching into the
toilette.  Food poisoning!  
He managed to recover from the spoiled food just several minutes before
the bout.  A weakened and pale IronMike stepped into the ring.  Due to
his condition, the fight lasted 3 rounds, but it was stopped after he
dropped his opponent on the canvas for the third time.  A TKO for
IronMike which served to silence some of the pay-per-view customersā
grumblings.
< Way to go Champ! > said Don King, <...We made 2,468gp for your
performance.....which Iāll just hang on to for now....By the way, Marv
declined our offer for an all-you-can-eat match, but Iām working on
another match that O.J. just might be interested in!  I also got an HBO
deal in the makings.....You just stay healthy and stay away from that
head food!  Iām the brains, youāre the brawn ! >
--

Diplomacy:

SirNeff -
Congrats on Day 1 of sobriety!  Got the shakes yet?  You know it only
gets worse from here on out...Just one drink wonāt hurt anything....Go
ahead, no one will know!  Tell you what, Iām sending a pre-paid tab to
Bob Heeterās Bar.  Itāll be there waiting for you when you want to jump
off the wagon!

Mr.Z -
Don King wishes me to relay his next offer......How does this sound?  A
very profitable pay-per-view tag team match to be announced by Marv. 
IronMike and O.J.  vs  Hercules and Xena in a no holds barred, ćBeat,
Slash, and Rape-o-ramaä, wrestling match of the century!!  What do you
say?

Ilira - 
Your protest has been acknowledged and I will speak with Conan myself. 
We apologize for any inconvenience, as you will see, we have left the
Temple empty this turn.....and in doing so have left some units in the
open.....I certainly hope they will remain safe in their present
location.  
Dead or alive posters have been tacked up throughout the south in
attempts to bring this Merle Zambini out of hiding...If caught alive he
will be forced to burn himself at the stake!

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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 7, Side 4

Gold at start:  492

- IronMike becomes a Cavalier:  Lev 2,  Str 6 (+1),  Mov 24 (+2)

- IronMike visits Birnbaumās Crypt and receives 2468gp

Units Purchased
- Lt.Infantry in Garmisch-P for 160gp
- Unicorns in Garmisch-P for 1100gp
- Archers in Calgary for 1000gp

Final cities: 11  
Final gold:  700
Income: 306
Expenses: 193

Conan:  12  (no change)
Iron Mike: 19  (+3 change)

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        8
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (white) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Wednesday December 17, 1997 at 09:48 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Friday December 19, 1997 at 9:48 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Friday December 19, 1997 at 7:48 PM)
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The following diplomatic history message is from Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Hey - 

I know we just entered our official vacation time, but I thought I'd let you
know I'm going to be gone from the 24th until the 31st.

Hopefully, I'll get my turn before the 24th, and won't cause too much of a
hold up.

Even better, two turns before the 24th!

Dream a little dream...

-z


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*** This is an e-mail from the Warlords II Remailer. ***

Changes have been made to the Game Settings. The following were changed:

- Turnaround Restriction: from 2 days (1-day weekend) to 20 days (1-day weekend)


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The following query is from mleung@uclink.berkeley.edu (Michael P. Leung) and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

All,

I have changed the remailer's turn limit from 2 days to 20 days.  You guys
are welcome to play through the Winter Holidays but there is no time
pressure.  Have a nice holiday, everyone!


Mike

PS  Paul, when your turn comes around, send in your turn as a stuffed file
and CC Zak on your "gamefile" message.  We'll see how it works out.

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        8
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Friday December 19, 1997 at 08:43 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Monday January 12, 1998 at 8:43 PM EST
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<x-rich>
The following diplomatic history message is from Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

<bold>A12: Turn 8

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>9		<bold>Gold: </bold>626	<bold>Income:
</bold>254	<bold>Expenses: </bold>178

	Lady Jillian bloosoms into a warrior...beware!

<bold>Battles: None

Builds:  None

End of turn:

Hero Experince:	->Sir Neff   	18

		->Lady Jillian	15 Amazon

Cities:</bold> 9		<bold>Gold: </bold>626	<bold>Income:</bold>
254	<bold>Expenses:</bold> 178

<bold>- Sir Neff




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The following diplomatic history message is from Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> and is being sent to all the players of the Warlords II game "A12".

Bummer.

Looks like I won't get my turn today.

Oh, well.

I'll be back on the 1st.

Happy Holidays, all!

-z


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        8
Gamefile Sent To:   ZAK (Green) (MrZakk@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Sunday January 11, 1998 at 04:24 AM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday January 13, 1998 at 04:24 AM EST
(In GMT-0800: Tuesday January 13, 1998 at 1:24 AM)
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The following message was sent on Sunday January 11, 1998 at 04:30 AM EST
by Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> to all players;

Brief note sent to facilitate gameplay.  Full diplomatic report to follow.

Start:

11 cities, 1057 GP, 240 income, 203 expenses.
Wizard visits temple for blessing.
Archer production purchased in Locker Room.

End:
11 cities, 57 GP, 240 income, 203 expenses.

Paul

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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        8
Gamefile Sent To:   Apache-B (Blue) (tmholmes@erols.com)
Date Sent:          Sunday January 11, 1998 at 11:15 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Tuesday January 13, 1998 at 11:15 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Sunday January 11, 1998 at 11:17 PM EST
by Mrzakk <Mrzakk@aol.com> to all players;

REPORT FOR A12, Reporters (Green, side 3), Turn 8=0A=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=0A=0A*** Turn Star=
t and Hero Actions:=0A=0ACities//Gold:  11//2978/240/296=0A=0ADateline:  =
CNN Office, January 11, 1998.  =0A=0AO.J. becomes a Cavalier!=0A=0ABig wh=
oop.=0A=0AMarv Albert adjusts his bustier, O.J. sharpens his knives.  It'=
s a time for=0Aquiet contemplation, and neither are very happy about that=
.  Blood!  Blood!=0AWe want Blood!=0A=0AOh, well.  Maybe later.  For now,=
 they just roam the countryside:  Marv in=0Asearch of a woman to love, O.=
J. in search of the real killer.=0A=0A*** WarBOT NoteCard and Battle/City=
 Capture:=0A=0ANothin'.  Absolutely nothin'.=0A=0A*** New City Builds and=
 End-of-Turn Declarations:=0A=0ASpiders are built in Innsbruck.=0A=0AFina=
l Cities//Gold:  11//2278/240/296=0A=0AMarv Albert's experience (heh heh =
heh):  11 (+0)=0AO.J.'s experience (minus time served):  15 (+0)=0A=0ADIP=
LOMACY:=0A=0ABlue - I know we're supposed to revisit our truce before tur=
n ten, so I'd like=0Ato offer an extension until turn fifteen =97 It's mu=
ch more pleasant not to have=0Ato worry about the South.=0A=0ASound good?=
=0A=0A*** Marv mails the game A12 to side 4, so that they can take turn 8=
.  =0A


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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        9
Gamefile Sent To:   Sir Neff (White) (mneff@mail.wsu.edu)
Date Sent:          Tuesday January 13, 1998 at 10:52 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Thursday January 15, 1998 at 10:52 PM EST
(In GMT-0700: Thursday January 15, 1998 at 8:52 PM)
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The following message was sent on Tuesday January 13, 1998 at 10:53 PM EST
by Holmes <tmholmes@erols.com> to all players;

After the observed cease-fire during the holidays, the Spectator forces
returned to the battle field well-rested and ready to resume.  Apache
had summoned both of his heroes and all nearby forces to the city of
Dublin to attend a meeting/pep rally in order to brief them on the
latest news from around the tourney lands and also to re-focus his
troops on what they were to accomplish.
--
At the conclusion of the meeting, Apache stood and slammed his fist into
the his other palm, =93..This is what has to be done!......Any
questions...? =93  Seeing that there were none, he stepped down from the
podium and began walking towards the door with his personal escorts,
then paused and looked at his armies...=94 What are you waiting for?!=20
Let=92s get to it!!  Move, move, move, move...Double time it!!  C=92mon
people, now is the time!!  Go, go, go, GO!!!! =93
The armies frantically gathered their weapons and armor and headed for
the exits, each with their designated orders.  Only IronMike and DonKing
remained as all had filtered out of the lecture hall.
=93 Why do I have to stay here?  I can=92t kick anyone=92s butt if I=92m =
just
guarding this place, Mr. King! =93 Mike whined to the Wizard.
=93 Not to worry, my man, DonKing is on it.....We=92ll invite someone dow=
n
here to fight on our home turf!  You just keep working on that awesome
physique of yours and stay away from any Beauty Contestants, and we=92ll
get that fight of yours!!  We=92ll  have to visit the temple and get the
WarBOT=92s blessing first, though...=94, DonKing explained to IronMike as=
 he
looked thoughtfully out the window towards the camped forces at the
temple.
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- Ilira
 It would appear that some more travelers have used the temple for an
overnight stay, I believe the temple has good rates and is attracting
many customers.....I certainly hope you=92re not planning on doing the
same next turn...

- Zak
 A continuation of our treaty seems to be a good idea at the moment,
however, let=92s renegotiate after next round.  Some of my troops need
some religious insight and would desire to make the sacred journey to
the temple in order to attain a higher being.......although we can not
do this if you remain in the temple.  We can, but we do not wish to
become hostile with our allies.....seeing as how everything is going our
way.  I realize I said I would vacate the temple in order to allow your
troops to rest there, I just see many forces of yours across the way and
would like to gain an understanding from each other so we don't end up
doing something rash in order to get blessings of our own....maybe a
turn system or a mutual understanding?
My answer is a tentative yes to carrying on with our pact, but I will
confirm this on the next turn.

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REPORT FOR  Round A, Game 12, Turn 8, Side 4

Starting cities: 11
Starting gold:  813
Income: 306
Expenses: 245


Final cities: 11 =20
Final gold:  700
Income: 306
Expenses: 193

Conan:  12  (no change)
Iron Mike: 19  (no change)

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The following message was sent on Wednesday January 14, 1998 at 03:52 AM EST
by Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> to all players;

Here is the previously promised turn 8 report for the Athletes.


Ilira surveys the battle maps and sighs.  "Must it always be so?" she wonders.
It is clear that Apache intends to have his way with her, despite her generous
offers to unite against the green madmen to the west.  No choice but to begin
the preparations for battle.

Xena, WP briefly contemplates a visit to the Temple of Warbot, having heard of
the invigorating waters to be found there, but noting a menacing group of blue
fliers to the southeast, she elects to defer her visit.  

The other Zambini brother sneers at Xena, WP as he flies down to the temple
for a visit, and then back to Munich. "Hah! Some warrior!", he mutters.

Hercules meanwhile seems to be lost again.  He just can't seem to get his
forces together in any sort of meaningful way.  Ilira jots a note to remind
herself not to let this buffoon command any of her forces in the future.  For
now, however, she has no choice but to use him -- one can hardly sack half of
the field commanders on the eve of war.  For that is surely what the ominous
buildup by Apache's Spectator armies must mean.  The only questions are where
will he strike first, and what can she do to thwart his evil aims?

Mr. Zakk -- now is surely the time to inactivate your alliance with Big Blue
-- if he once gains a toehold in Athlete territory, he will become
unstoppable, and only you will stand between him and world domination.  Come
to your senses before it is too late!

Sir Neff -- I regret the unfortunate tendency of that idiot Hercules to wander
off toward the north.  Please be assured that I intend no harm to you or
yours.  We have far too great a common enemy to the south to allow anything to
interfere with the historic friendships of our two peoples.

Start:

11 cities, 1057 GP, 240 income, 203 expenses.
Wizard visits temple for blessing.
Archer production purchased in Locker Room.

End:
11 cities, 57 GP, 240 income, 203 expenses.

Xena, WP remains at 14 XP and Hercules remains at 9.

Paul

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The following message was sent on Thursday January 15, 1998 at 07:24 PM EST
by Matthew Neff <mneff@mail.wsu.edu> to all players;

<bold>A12: Turn 9

Organizers (White)

Beginning of turn:

Cities: </bold>9		<bold>Gold: </bold>702	<bold>Income:
</bold>254	<bold>Expenses:</bold> 234

	Things are unusally quiet....

<bold>Battles: None

Builds:  None

End of turn:

Hero Experince:	->Lady Jillian 15

		->Sir Neff 18

Cities:</bold> 9		<bold>Gold: </bold>702	<bold>Income:</bold>
254	<bold>Expenses:</bold> 234

<bold>- Sir Neff




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Tournament Game:    "A12"
Turn Number:        9
Gamefile Sent To:   Ilira (Orange) (ilira@aol.com)
Date Sent:          Thursday January 15, 1998 at 07:25 PM EST
Date Gamefile Due:  Sunday January 18, 1998 at 7:25 PM EST
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The following message was sent on Sunday January 18, 1998 at 06:33 AM EST
by Ilira <Ilira@aol.com> to all players;

Ilira slams her fist onto the table in the dusty battle tent.  Frightened
aides scurry about picking up the map markers, hoping to avoid the wrath of
their monarch.  "How dare he!?", she yells.  She is incensed that not only has
Apache spurned her offers of a truce, but now he clearly intends to ravage the
Athlete homeland.  A ghost of a smile crosses her face as she suddenly recalls
the words of a general from another world, the same words that have carried
her through so many previous battles:

             "My center is giving way, my right is in retreat; situation
excellent.  I shall attack."

She struggles into her battle armor.  She intends to take the field herself if
need be.  "Well, if it's a fight he wants, he sure as hell is going to get
one," she mutters as she pulls on her helm.  Throwing