Editing Volume One: The Vampire of the Dungeons (section)

====<big>Kevin's Mystery and Jurt Sawall</big>====

*'''Michael James Watson'''
Life has gone on and the office of Ambassador to Amber, even for such a small realm as Adagalasck, is often a perplexing one.  Amber officially recognized Julian as the King of Adagalasck. But had no other contact.  The Lords of the Four Winds solidified and war in the realm faded as the time of a king brought great joy and unification. Business was brisk and realms across shadow contacted the Ambassador to seek trade and tourism opportunities. The Ringmaster of Alamond had requested a meeting.  Kevin, the Ambassador's pet, had acted active and loudly, till it fell over in a swoon.  Alive, it took a little water, but otherwise barely responded. Something was bothering it.  And suddenly, a trump call comes to the Ambassador from Amber. 

*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
The daily trials and tribulations of being Amber's Ambassador have become a bit tedious and trying on Realmer, he had been considering of late, returning to his carefree life of Adventuring... but things kept piling up and Realmer just kept plugging along... and now this Request to Meet with the Ringmaster of Alamond... perhaps this will be his last big act as Ambassador...
"And what IS Kevin going on about?" Realmer thought. "Always trying to get my attention..." but this seemed different. "By the Serpent and the Unicorn! What is wrong with Kevin?"
Realmer acts quickly to help his beloved pet and is very concerned when the Trump Call comes in....
"Oh, for the love of Necromancy! What now?" Realmer calms his mind and guardedly accepts the Trump Contact.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Looking through the trump is Carly, the king's trump secretary. She nods on seeing you.
"One moment for the king."
Random steps into the frame, looking at you.
"OK, that's good to know. apparently the trump gate works. So.. you can come here, I can come there, or both of us can go to Calrabon for BBQ. Either way, i have a message for my brothers."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer does a proper bow when he sees Random, as he always does... even if it bothers Random; it's just how Realmer is. "Your Majesty. If you are in Amber, perhaps is best I come to you; I may have need of my laboratory there." Realmer reaches down and scoops up Kevin and holds him to his chest. "If not, then here would be second best. I'm sorry to burden you with my personal issues, but it seems my dog is not well."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random nods. "Time is 3 to one there i think. I could use the time off. But Julian would probably shit if i just showed up in his corridors, don't you think?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Yes, Majesty, he just might. But Adagalasck is overdue for a Royal Visit from the King of Amber, and I couldn't think of a better place to start your unannounced visit than the Embassy and a better person to speak to first than your Ambassador." Realmer smiles, bows deeply and makes a grand sweeping gesture for the King of Amber to step through the Trump Gate into Realmer's Office at the Embassy.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Chuckling, Random steps in, followed by Bleys and Benedict, and Arloxedra.
Random-"Yes, i was thinking the same thing. Do you think you could convince my dear sweet brother to visit his kid brother here in your quarters? No pressure of course.”  Bleys smiling, Benedict straight faced, seem the opposite of 'no pressure'.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer bows his head to Bleys and Benedict... and Arlo as well, but there might have been the slightest of narrowing of Realmer's eyes when he looked at Arlo... and it is slightly possible that Arlo noticed... Benedict surely noticed.  
"I would be happy to get him here for you all... but if I have to use up a 'favor' with Julian to do it... then I will be owed a favor... your Majesty."  
Realmer quickly pulls a box of cards from his Robe and opens them and then summons the desired Trump to the top; Julian. He focuses on the card and pushes gently at first, then more persistently as needed... Realmer knows that King Julian has a habit of ignoring Trump calls when he feels like it. Realmer will use considerable Psyche, if needed, to get Julian to reply.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Reaching him, he seems to know who is calling, a new trick of his, "Yes? Please tell me you need me urgently so i can bow out of this council meeting'
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer tries not to smile at all as he says, "I need you urgently, Majesty. I AM sorry to interrupt your meeting. Were it not most important I would not have contacted you. If you please?" Realmer extends a hand to King Julian... then pulls him through once Julian takes his hand.  
While the Psychic Contact is still active, before Realmer releases Julian's hand, he says to Julian, MENTALLY; ~The King asked me to get you here quickly and I had to oblige. I don't know why he wants to see you, so no matter what happens, I hope you and I are still 'good'.~  
Realmer shakes Julian's hand in a friendly way as he comes fully into the room then release his grip and focuses on King Random and crew.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Julian scowls on entering.  
"If this is an assassination I tell you I'll make it as messy as you all ever saw."  
Bleys chuckles, pulling a wood box of bottles from a bag of holding.  
"Ya,Jules, it's a hit. I brought a case of Bayles Patternfall Port to lull you into complacency. If I was going to ice you I'd do it quietly and make sure Realmer here took all the blame. By the way, Realmer, do you have some glasses handy? They need not match"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer retrieves matching glasses from his hidden bar... which is not so hidden anymore. He also pulls out several bottles of liquor, as he has no intention of drinking wine, let alone ANYTHING from the Bayle Wineries.  
"Ah, look; matching glasses. And some stronger spirits for those who prefer." He sets the glasses on the table near the desk and the bottles near the glasses.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer pours himself a glass of scotch and sits behind HIS desk. IF either King looks like they were moving to take that seat, he will not, otherwise...it IS his office. lol
*'''Michael James Watson'''
leaving pouring drinks to Bleys and Realmer re don gets to the point." look, let's make this quick. I'm going on a progress. Amber to Chaos with extended stops in Avalon, Mandalay, Regor, and chaos. I'll be leading a peaceful demonstration of force to convince Borlak and Azcala to calm the hell down. You are invited to join. Bring a couple thousand friends. We may drop by a few dozen shadows I have friends in to play some cards and conquer some of their foes. I'll be stopping at Wet Wendal's to give the fink the golden circle treaty he wants. Whatcha say?
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
While Random is speaking to Julian, Realmer is checking on Kevin to see if his condition has improved. Also to see if he was faking it for attention... Kevin is a smart dog... or if there is truly something wrong, or not right, with the little poodle.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Julian and random walk to a corner to talk quietly. Arlo kneels down to scratch Kevin's head. Looking up he says, " that's a fairly nasty thing to do to a pet, but I suppose it's you call. Someone you didn't like any more? "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"What in the Abyss are you talking about, Arlo?" Realmer asks, but at the same time, Realmer walks the Pattern in his Mind and looks through the Pattern Lens at Kevin... and Arlo.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
You notice some fester in the aura of kevin. You see Arlo with a tiny sigil of amber.
"Your dog has a soul in torment embedded in it. Like a type of horcrux. I didn't know you trafficked in that kind of magic. who is it?
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer peers through the lens more carefully, recalling his Necromantic ways of decades past. He also extends his Psyche, very very carefully, very subtly, into Kevin, but it is not necessarily Kevin's Psyche he is looking for.  "Yes, I was a Necromancer back in my early days of Magic, before Grandfather taught me Sorcery. But I never did anything like what you're describing. I usually used my Necro Arts to combat Undead creatures... as well as other menaces. But no, never, did I or would I, do such a thing to a helpless animal, let alone my own beloved pet."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Well catches Bleys' eye and waves him over. The three of you look it over on a magical level.
Bleys nods. "Its a flash kill. Like a soul taken in torment that binds itself to something in death. Ugly magic. It looks like the binding is fraying. The soul was probably asleep till recently....the dog probably had communication with it at a very basic nonverbal level....I've seen this kind of magic in chaos..I'd suggest seeking counsel from a sorcerer at that end of things. If the spell unravels the dog will probably be fine"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Arlo frowns.. "Brand?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Bleys" maybe. Jurt, Despil. Maybe Vek. Mandor is in Vulsar last I heard. We are going to Chaos...maybe Suhuy."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Benedict having moved quietly to listen says.. "You want a dark wizard there is Jeremy Fairhand with CHAD."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random and Julian walk over looking a bit perplexed.  
Random comments, "ah...I like dogs as much as anyone but this seems a little too precious guys."  
Arlo, "the dog is haunted. Possessed. "  
Bleys explains, "it hosts some kind of spirit besides it's own. Non-controlling. I've never seen its like. ."
Julian looks at Kevin, then Realmer. "Your little friend has been around Emilie and Caine. Emilie is part Adagalasck Fey. They have some effect on inhabited spirits. I'm no wizard but my understanding is that they have fought certain types of naturally Necromantic foes over the millennia. Let's ask her. If that's OK with you, cousin."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Though the door come Nina. casually, looking for her husband. She takes in the tableau with a quiet tight lipped look. She stares at Benedict.
"Husband... you invited this creature into our realm, into our stair, and into my presence without speaking to me of it? I grant its your right to do so as the King of Adagalasck. But as a wife i should inform you that i shall have a serious headache till this heinous creature is out of my home."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Speaking to Benedict, "And as for you, gatekeeper, my sister and I shall cast our doom again on you if we should meet you alone together. We are no longer your prisoners. We are free fey and goddesses as you know well. Do not make me summon my aspect and raise my attribute against thee."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Benedict, "Nina, i did as my king, our father, demanded. That you hold weal against me is your problem. Go to the Ancestors of Darkness if you want to register a complaint. I am sure i can find someone to open the tomb and let you enter it. You can fight it out with Oberon till Entropy breaks the door down. Till then, i serve King Random and owe no service to Oberon, your father. I am no longer the Gate Keeper of Adagalasck. It was opened without my permission and without time for my intervention. It is the power of the King of Amber, the champion of Order and wearer of the Eye of the Serpent to reseal you in your tomb. Take on your aspect and raise your attribute as you wish. Remember i have an aspect to take on and an attribute of godhead as well and may employ them as easy as you.
Till then.....Fuck off."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Julian, Random, Bleys, and Arlo all have wide eyes in shock..
Bleys mumbles," well that's a whole crap load of information i didn't have dumped on us in a couple sentences....."
Kevin yips pitifully.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random turns to Realmer and whispers .."Ah... now might be a good time to ah... say something diplomatic...."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Can we all please focus here! The past is the past and cannot be changed!" Realmer says angrily. "My pet is Possessed and I could really use some help and advice. I have received several suggestions about whom to consult, and your name, Queen Nina, came up; your husband, reminded me of our shared Adask Fey Ancestry and that your knowledge could help me find some answers." Realmer calms considerably then looks Nina in the eyes and asks gently and kindly, "Would you mind talking a look at my pet? Please."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
he actually mentioned Emilie but saying it was Nina is probably the smarter thing. and at this point Julian wont contradict you.
Julian says, "Yes. ah. Dear lets talk about family visiting later.. We think there is an issue with Kevin. You know how much you like the little furball"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random nods, "Yes, sister, we have not met and i had no idea this intrusion would be an issue. Please accept my apologies on this matter. I wished to speak to my brother ahead of a formal matter to your court.. I would like to continue the conversation, now with you as well. However there does seem to be a magical issue with the beast. It has been in the dungeons of Amber, with Realmer for a longtime. Can you take a look?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer did recall that Julian DID mention Emilie, but he decided some diplomacy was needed to brings things under control. LOL (Plus I the player got it switched around. lol)
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Nina walk over toward the group, stopping in front of Benedict, putting a finger on his chest.
Nina, "I feel my death curse on you still. Remember you are in my house, hellhound."
Leaning down by Kevin she enters a magical perception . Bleys and Arlo both raise the sign of the pattern to watch. Julian raises the Sign of Adagalasck.
She puts her hand on the dog and hums softly
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer still has the Pattern Lens up and is intently watching what Nina does.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Nina--"There is a soul taken in torment in this dog.. There is a deep love between her and Kevin, a connection between the two before the woman's death.. I can sense she is a simple person, with the kind of powerful soul.......she is a native of the city of Amber... i can not speak to her.. but the soul remains.. she was not a warrior..... she... worked in a shop? ah..She called Kevin ...FruFru? oh... oh... It was a Puma Cultist.. This is an Azcalan sacrifice... Her heart was ripped from her chest...... her soul.....latched onto her pet... it was her last thought before death...'
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Benedict-"the Puma Cults that were in the City before we turned CHAD loose on them."
Random nods. "Yep. Well damn..... Can anything be done, sister?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer searches his mind for answers; he mentally reviews his knowledge and experiences of Necromancy, Death Magic, Azcalan Rituals and Possessing Entities. He continues to examine Kevin via the Pattern Lens as he contemplates the situation.
One of his hands begins idly rummaging in one of the pockets of his Robe; a nervous gesture more than an actual searching for something.
"I have a Spell that might work... but maybe not considering. The Spell will Evict an Invading Entity from the 'host' body... normally. These circumstances are different though... and considering the nature of the invading entity and why it is there... I'm not entirely sure I want to remove it if Kevin can be saved without having to do so... but I'm just thinking out loud here."
Realmer's hand stops rummaging around in the Robe's pocket and the look on his face changes slightly... as though he has thought of something. He withdraws a large gemstone from his pocket that looks almost exactly like the Jewel of Judgment of Amber... only it is green instead of red. Both Nina and Arlo would recognize the Jewel as they have both seen it once before during an Augury Ceremony that the three of them were all present for. Random, Benedict and Bleys however have not seen this Jewel before, to Realmer's knowledge, but any of them may have knowledge of Realmer possessing it.
Realmer concentrates on the Ambir Jewel of Judgment through the Pattern Lens for just a moment; the Jewel begins to glow. Realmer runs the Jewel around Kevin's little body, bathing the poodle in a green light... Realmer examines Kevin's Jewel illuminated body carefully through the Pattern Lens.
Then, if necessary, he will focus on the Pattern within the Jewel, through the Pattern Lens, walk the Pattern within, then study Kevin once again.
Lastly, Realmer will try to talk to the Entity, using his Psyche very gently to make Contact, if possible. He knows there are others here with more Powers and more powerful Psyches... but HE has a connection to Kevin the others do not, a connection that his previous owner also seemed to have... perhaps this similar bond with Kevin will allow Realmer to communicate with the Entity within.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Realmer feels the jewel lend its powers to him but also lets you know that it recognizes that Random is wearing the Jewel of Judgment beneath his doublet. It is cloaking its presence from all the powers of others but the Ambir jewel and it speak to each other fondly.
As he examines Kevin and the entity in it you feel Nina put a hand on your shoulder, lending massive access to her powerful psyche. Briefly it staggers you how much she has given you to control.
Examining the spell holding the entity in place you consider it done artlessly, as if it was done by instinct or by an amateur practitioner of sorcery. It occurs to you that it may be a bonding of some kind between Kevin and the entity that predates her death. There is something that is troublesome about the way it must have been done. As if the ripping of her heart, done magically, might have strengthen the soul somehow.
Nina whispers, "There...Look at this..." Pointing in a magical illusion only you and she see with a greenish pointer. It shows exotic fringes of the spell. You can tell these are rotting, and the spell is causing Kevin pain as it disentangles.
Nina-"I think you could evict the entity easily enough. But i think i can stabilize the spell, putting the entity back to sleep. Now it is probably aware to some degree. Then it would be a question of finding a suitable host... A simulacrum of some kind. "
Ben says, "A ghola? Vulsar Base has extensive ghola tanks. We could grow a body clone and set the entity into it through conciseness transfer as is commonly done by such technicians. They probably have several thousand clones currently grown for normal transfers."
Nina tries to ignore Ben but nods, "That... would probably serve. It is your decision, Realmer."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer glances over at Benedict and says, "Really? I guess I missed that area on my last visit to Vulsar Base... how interesting." Realmer's thoughts become quite ghoulish as he contemplates the Necromantic possibilities... Nina most certainly picks up on this as they are still in Psychic Contact. Realmer focuses back on the matter at hand and glances back to Benedict.
"And I could also accomplish the same results via Magic and Necromantic knowledge, and possibly in the same amount of time as taking Kevin to Vulsar and prepping a body... maybe... so either is feasible... or maybe a combination of both..." Realmer's thoughts drift off again on the possibilities of technologically grown bodies and Necromantic Magics... again, he focuses on the matter at hand.
"Something tells me not to just discard the Soul of this woman; not knowing if it will be set free or be trapped or used for some sort of Azcalan Ritual... considering how she died. And though the saying, 'Let sleeping dogs lay' might apply to this situation... I feel there is more to be learned and that removing this woman's soul from Kevin would be what is best for Kevin. Even though the Spell may be re-woven, it may unravel again and cause more damage or even death to Kevin. So let us prepare to remove the Soul and place it within a new body."
Realmer stands up straight and clears his throat softly. "I would like to do this here, in Adagalasck, where I... and others, are familiar with the Magical Environment and have full access to our needed Powers." Realmer looks at Nina and Julian specifically, but also gives a nod to Bleys and Arlo. Then he looks to Benedict and says, "But your idea of using a fully matured body that was 'grown' sounds like a better idea than me Conjuring one; after all, it will save time and a 'grown' body cannot be Magically Dispelled like a Conjured one could. Benedict, how soon could you have an appropriate body delivered here? I will need a few minutes to alter my Spell from 'Evict' to 'Transfer'."
Realmer looks at Nina and says, "Nina, I would be honored if you would assist me in this process... I may very well need your help." Then he looks at all the others assembled in his office and says, "And those of you who may be able to assist with Magical Energies or otherwise to help this go smoothly, I would certainly appreciate the help as well."
As an afterthought, Realmer says, "Perhaps we should move this to my laboratory..." (he pronounces it: la-bor-a-tor-ee)
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
While Realmer is speaking to those assembled, he is still fiddling with the green Jewel in his left hand; again, looking like a nervous gesture. Then a carved Bone Wand (Scrimshawed Bone Staff on Running Sheet) appears in his right hand. Realmer touches the tip of the Wand to the Jewel and the Wand changes into a small dragon skeleton (about twice the size of the little dog) holding the Jewel in its ribcage like an oversized heart. Realmer places the Bone Dragon with the green Jewel 'heart' over Kevin in a protective way.
Only Nina, who is still in Psychic Contact with Realmer, hears the Psychic Command he issues to his semi-sentient Bone Creation; ~Hex; hold the Jewel and protect Kevin and the Entity within from harm. Let neither harm the other and let neither die or escape. And maintain your Link with me... and allow Nina to Link as well, if she desires.~
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ben-"My King. Odd as it may seem this little dog and its magical issue may be a matter of national security; If Azcalan magic is involved. You and I both know we have an expert on Azcalan magic and ritual who desires to be of service to Amber. I know that person is a state secret. But...before they proceed much further, i believe their advice may be important...I request that i be allowed to summon that asset. And that asset's....ah....significant other. "
As Random starts to speak Ben raises a single finger, and anyone with warfare notices it is clearly a battle sign between random and Benedict. Random, who was about to speak, stops.
"It would be best to bring them here. With our host's permission."
Julian and Nina meet eyes. Jules-"Yes, if you can, do so."
Random chuckles.."Well, this will be hilarious. Nothing this gathering needs more then a few gallons of crazy juice added to it. I'm going to need some Tequila if there is any around. Tell him to bring some. Crazy. Make the Call."
Benedict nods and opens a trump blocking the face. "Yes, its Benedict... stop talking. ... shut the fuck up. You want a card at the King's poker table for your wife and yourself then now is the chance. ....Yes... No I am not. Yes. Now.. you may....ah... the king wants some of that Tequila you make upstairs. What? No, just you and her. Come ahead when ready. " Benedict waits a moment then extends his hand into the trump.
Stepping through is Jurt, and a decidedly wild looking dusky woman. She wears a tight body fitting brown leather outfit, decorated with safety pins, and thin knives. Long Latin dark hair, hangs luxuriously over her exposed left breast. Finger bones braided into a thin braid glow slightly from red runes. Looking about the room her left eye can be seen to be a type of jewel, though one naturally grown in her skull. Tattoos that shimmer like runes or embedded spells adorn her arms. Her look is exotic and blatantly erotic. She arouses sexual interest in a viewer in a way that feels magical, and somehow dangerous and desirable. She holds Jurt's hand possessively.
Jurt looks around the room.."OK, i was going to make a joke but this does not seem the time. Your Majesty, at your service. I've brought 6 bottle of Thin Whip's Amber Tequila and a case of Thin Whip's mixed beers. " bowing to Random.
Random, "Jurt, try not to make me regret this. I'll take one of each and you can set up at the bar over there. Lady Untara, meet, my brother Julian and my sister Nina, they rule in this place. My Nephew Arloxedra. My cousin Relmopator, and his dog Kevin. There is a question concerning some kind of possession that is in the dog and its been suggested it is of Azcalan origin. You want credit with me, look at the dog and tell us what you see."
She nod, smiles, her perfect teeth seem to look feline and feral and one sparkles with a purple gem.
"Dread Monarch, I shall do thy bidding to the best of my powers." Walking over to Kevin and Realmer, the others back away. Her walk seems like the padding of a puma, careful and confident, dangerous, she is clearly a hunting cat.
Pressing a hand to Realmer's chest, a wicked smile on her face, "hmmmmm such a strong heart.... It beats with dark desires...I like it... If i still served my father Xozla, my mother Cihalas, and my grandparents Tonacat and Cihuacoa, i would rip it from your chest and sacrifice it to their glory... But i do not serve them any longer. I desire to serve King Random and Amber in its war to come....Perhaps there are other rituals we could perform together sometime, Necromancer."
Moving to bend and pick up the animal.. Running a finger over its heart. "Such a small heart.. but... worthy.. hmmmmmm interesting.... interesting.. yes... This was done by a puma ritual.. the heart removed, the soul sent to the pyramid of Tzin Tlalocan where Tonacat rules. There it would be added to the power of the dark god of death, my grandfather....but it didn't...amazing... the spell did not send the soul...it sent the soul to this dog.. her pet.. ah delicious..... I've seen this happen before.. Usually to horses though as their riders die screaming. So what is your pleasure, dark lord? I can finish the ritual and set the soul free. It will go where it will but it will not go to Azcala. Or i can release the soul to return to its perished flesh, if it survives. Or i can release the soul to inhabit a golem of your choice."


*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ben approaches, "Untara.. We are considering a ghola. Are you familiar with them?"
She turns to Ben, starts to reach a hand, then stops, almost hissing.. "No soul here, War God of Amber. You have wisely hid it elsewhere. Gholas? yes. Grown in Axlotl tanks by the Bene Tleilax. Amber uses such creatures? "
Ben-"The methodology is different but the result is the same. Clone technology. We have a clone ready for the spirit."
She nods, "It will serve. Has't you cells of the original flesh, this life can be held in stasis, its spell in tact, while a ghola is grown of the original flesh. There is a lake in Azcala that combines souls and host bodies. Grandfather likes taking particular sacrificed victim's souls and embedding them in lizards and sheep and girl children for their various uses as food and bed mates. I doubt we can go there."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt hands a drink to Bleys, "Cute, isn't she?"
Bleys nods, "Yes, she suits you Thin Whip. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
As Benedict speaks with Random and then makes a Trump call, Realmer watches and listens with growing interest. As Benedict pulls the pair through, Realmer immediately begins 'looking them over' through the Pattern Lens, since it is still active. Realmer does not bother to hide the fact that he is 'looking over' the newcomers... especially the female that appears to be glowing with powers. Realmer wants to learn all he can about them, what Powers and Spells they have active about their personages and what Items of Power or Magic they may be carrying... openly or concealed.
Realmer knows Jurt by name, sight and reputation; he has personally seen him in the Library of Castle Amber talking with Arlo on at least one or more occasions. Realmer nods his head to Jurt respectfully as their eyes meet momentarily.
Untara is unfamiliar to Realmer, but her Azcalan markings are certainly familiar. As is her Azcalan rhetoric and her Azcalan Lineage and Line of Power. Realmer does not bat an eye or move a muscle or seem uncomfortable, or aroused, in any way by Untara's words or actions.
When Untara approaches the table to examine Kevin, Realmer sends a mental command to the Bone Dragon holding the green Jewel to move away from Kevin... it moves across the table towards Realmer under its own locomotion. As Realmer looks over Untara he thinks better of the situation and puts the Jeweled Bone Dragon on his right shoulder, away from Untara.
"Lady Untara, if you did not serve the King of Amber and you tried to take my heart, you would find that this pale gaunt body is stronger than you can imagine... just like Aztalios, Warrior of the Jaguar and his Hunting Party discovered on the Jeweled Road."
"As to other future Rituals... that will depend solely on your performance and results here today. As to my wishes here today; I wish the trapped soul to be transferred into a new body so that she may live out the rest of her life cut short and so that my pet can live and live without pain. As to the golem, I'm sure it can be delivered shortly..." Realmer glances over at Benedict for a visual or verbal confirmation, then continues. "... and I am to understand that you can perform the transfer without damaging my pet or the trapped soul within? I am sure I could do it myself, but since you were brought in as a specialist, and you have experience with this exact type of magic, I shall defer to your expertise. Just let me know what you need and I shall endeavor to get it for you."
"Lastly, Lady Untara, though I know you are being paid for this 'favor' with another 'favor' from the King of Amber, I need to know what favor you want from me for this service. I don't wish to be in debt to you or the King for this; I want to pay with my own 'favors' for what you are doing... will do, for me and Kevin."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Upon examining her you note A master level imprint of the squiggle of Azcala. It writhes in her wildly.
"You owe me nothing. I build a wall against horrors by service to Amber. You mention my kinsman of the jaguar. He is a rock in a river, over which water flows. He is straw that fire burns. If his life was ended Tonacat would little miss it. But I know he raged at my betrayal. My heart feels his fingers clawing at it. Every brick baked in the sun keeps them from me. Now. This...." holding Kevin, " is the craft I forge my preservation with. Mark me though. ..you will come to me one day in need and on that day, I shall expect payment in similar coin. Now...to the craft, as a priestess of Azcala...bring me the golem and I shall breath into it life."
"Husband...nectar please.". Jurt smiles as he brings a bottle of tequila. Looking to Realmer with a toothy smile . "Come to my club in Amber and watch her dance. Drinks are on me. Bleys knows the way.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer bows to Untara and says, "Thank you, Lady Untara, when the time arrives, I will gladly pay with the proper coin; I am a man of my word. As for any cells of the original body... I am sure the body has long since decayed and all traces are likely gone; I did find Kevin many years ago... by Amber's Calendar that is. And as to the golem, the ghola, and its arrival here, perhaps Marshall Benedict could be of service, as it was his suggestion and I'm absolutely positive HE can procure a body from Vulsar Base more quickly and easily than I could." Realmer chuckles at the thought of it and the call King Random would surely receive.
"Hmmmm..." Realmer muses aloud, "perhaps I could peer into Kevin's memories and look for the woman that called him 'FruFru' to see what she looked like and perhaps where she lived and worked."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Untara looks deeply into Kevin, her fiery Sigil suddenly visible the size of a dinner plate. In it dance pins of color dancing wildly and the room fills with the scent of cinnamon and burning straw.
Random whispers... "Bleys?"
Bleys replies, " Its a 'Wild' imprint of a master level control of the Azcala squiggle, and a practitioner of paramount sorcery....tough...double tough. ". Benedict nods.
Random reaches into his doublet and withdraws the Jewel, handing it to Arlo, like he was handing a pinless grenade. It's blazing red inner light and seems to be burning hot. In Arlo's hand it grows cold and calm, pulsing slightly to Arlo's better mastery of it.
Upon Realmer's perceptions comes a vision of a young blond woman in her first youth, a child of Amber. Her appearance is that of any native Amberite, features common but attractive. Thin faced, blond curly hair, like natives of Ober. Through him it seems others gain a sight of her.
Ben withdraws a trump and speaks quietly. Moments later he holds a tri-corder. Casting an illusion spell, Ben brings it to life. The recorder records it and is passed through the trump. Bleys whistles, seeing Ben uses magic confirm some of his suspicions.
A tense hour passes. Bleys watching through his pattern lens as does Realmer, Nina, and Arlo.
Ben receives a trump contact and draws a body clothed in star fleet medical patients attire in kelly green. Resting it near Untara.
She rests Kevin on the woman's breast. Kneeling she places her forehead on the tiny form and faints limply.
Realmer's instinct is to move to them, but Jurt motions him to remain at a distance.
Untara falls aside in sleep. The body moves an arm over Kevin, and they roll to the side, cuddling,asleep. She starts snoring loudly... Bleys stifles a chuckle.
Magic forces around the three cease.
Jurt nods....." Well..I gather I'm not the only one that wants several drinks. Bars open. "
Bleys walks over and pours a stiff belt.
Julian stands next to Random. "Thanks for dropping by, brother. "
Random takes a glass, " guess I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer watches Untara and Kevin intently through the Pattern Lens, watching the Power surge and flow, looking what she is doing and how she is doing it. Realmer is quite curious and always looking to learn new things... especially where Power is concerned.
When Random pulls out THE Jewel of Judgment and hands it to Arlo, Realmer notices this out of the corner of his eye... and also notices out of the corner of his other eye that his Jewel is beginning to pulse as well. Realmer turns slightly away from Untara, to further hide the Jewel from her view, then he reaches up and draws the Jewel from the Bone Dragon's chest with his left hand, the Bone Dragon shifts back to a Bone Wand and drops into his right hand. Realmer places his left hand, still holding the green Jewel and places it in a pocket of his Robe... but does not remove his hand; the Jewel is still being held. His right hand remains visible, holding the Bone Wand. Realmer resumes watching Untara and the display of Power.
When Realmer has a 'vision' of the woman, he immediately thinks about sharing what he is seeing with the others in the room... and somehow... he does... but he is not exactly sure how... perhaps the immense Psyches' of each person present being so focused in one place, perhaps the immense amount of Power being used in the room, perhaps none of this... But when Benedict creates an Illusion of the woman (never knew Benedict knew Magic... hmmm) Realmer knew that what he was seeing, everyone was seeing.
As they wait for the ghola to arrive, Realmer continues to study what exactly Untara is doing. When the body arrives Realmer immediately looks it over to make sure the physical appearance is right; it appeared to be exactly what he saw in his mind. His heart began to race as his adrenaline increases due to his excitement and trepidation. As Untara's body slumps onto Kevin and the female body, Realmer does begin to move towards them, but Jurt's cautionary gesture stops him in his tracks. When the female breaths, moves, and then snores while cuddling Kevin, and the Magical Forces cease... Realmer finally lets out a sigh of relief, but unlike the others in the room, he does not drop his Powers or remove his attention from the three of them.
As the others begin chatting and pouring drinks, Realmer take a final deep look through the Pattern Lens into the three laying in a sleeping pile on the floor of the Ambassador's Office. Realmer wants to make sure all three are well and that all three are who and what they are supposed to be... well mostly Kevin and the woman. Not that he is uncaring about Untara, quite the opposite, he is just not sure what 'normal' should be for someone Empowered as she is. But he does at least look her over again, now that her defenses are down... but he does not attack or probe... only observe. Once Realmer is sure all is well, or as well as can be, he will move his Pattern Lens back to his wrist where it remains active, holding spells and ready for use if needed.
“Thank you everyone for all the help; it is greatly appreciated and means more to me than mere words can express.” Realmer says to all assembled. Then he addresses some individually as he moves about his spacious office; starting with Arlo.
“Arloxedra, thank you for your quick diagnosis of Kevin's condition; without it he may have suffered further and we may not have achieved the same end result that we did. Again, thank you. Sincerely.” Realmer even extends his hand to shake Arlo's. Realmer will not be offended if Arlo does not accept his hand.
To Benedict: “Thank you for the information about the ghola and the access to one, cousin. I must admit; I find everyone's more accepting views of this new 'technological necromancy' versus the less accepting view of magical necromancy, quite interesting... and perhaps a bit hypocritical... but at least Necromancy is finally being viewed as the asset it can be.”
To Jurt: “And yes, drinks, good idea. I would love to try some of this Infamous Tequila. Untara is quite unique, and quite powerful. I look forward to getting to know her better. And you as well, Jurt. Or do you prefer Thin Whip? Though we have met in passing and spoken briefly, we have never had the chance to talk; I would relish the opportunity.”
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Looking upon Untara with magic eyes while holding the jewel of Amber these imprints seen; Master Imprint of the Squiggle of Azcala-wild, Tower of Mictala, Broken Pattern, Woven Logrus Imprint, Minor Attunement to Chanticleer's Gaff, Attunement the Yellow Jewel of Azcala, Abyssal Carbuncle Attunement, Basic Imprint Sigil of Etapaq.  They seem to war with each other for power within the body and mind of the Ex-high Priestess of Azcala
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Realmer feels Nina and Bleys both silently but certainly magically exclaim, Nina in interest, Bleys in shock, at the many attunements of this State Secret being exposed.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Kevin seems unharmed and magically null as before, the cancer in him gone. A sense of contentment in him. The Girl is in a magically fragile state, with many forces settling in place but seems otherwise in no danger. She seems lusty and pinking up as the new soul inhabits her. Something about the meat bothers you but unfamiliar with the tech Ben used you can't quite put your finger on it
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Arlo hesitates, knowing you both are not really on great terms. Then out of the general sense of things shakes hand quickly, "I'm glad it worked out.. a curious thing. We will have to examine them both.. Azcalan magic and all. oh... and id like to chat with you about that stone you slipped away.' he nods and moves over to use slight of hands to give Random the jewel of judgment.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ben nods, "I would not call ghola technology or regeneration technology or clone medical tech to be Necromancy. Star fleet embraces a great many technologies from across shadow. And after Patternfall the greater access to shadows, and Random's insistence on modernizing things, made using things more common. Vulsar Base is meant as an emergency medical for our family. We use what ever we can. "
Taking a glass from Jurt, he stays with you and Ben as Ben finishes, "But let us be clear, cousin. If i thought you performed Necromancy of a High Order, as my brother Hinarik practices, you would never have entered Castle Amber. And if you chose to seek him out and apprentice to him, you life will be measured in minutes. Brand is not the only Amberite able to wear the black scarf." He turns and walks off.
Jurt nods, sips, "He once asked me if i had a preferred form of execution when my time came? I said strangulation after sexual exhaustion from Flora. saw He not amused. Flora chuckled. I think he threatens everyone eventually. Galvar is worse."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt refills his drink and passes one to you."yes. We had mated and married, while drunk, before i had any idea how batshit crazy and psychotically powerful she was. But i grew up in Chaos following the Patternfall war, have assayed the Logrus, and have dove into the Abyss for rocks and attunements. So crazy is relative. Should you wish to have a tumble with her it won't bother me. Its sort of allowed between us. "
Sipping, he goes on. "Thin Whip was an alias i assumed in shadow after a series of failed assassinations on my brother Merlin and a falling out with my mother. Life is too short to hold grudges. Once Despil came to Amber as the Ambassador to Amber from Chaos i decided to take a look at Amber. This was in the 20s of Random's reign. I found a lack of nightlife in that dull place. So I started a rave. A mobile one, taking over abandoned buildings. Eventually Random and I came to a accommodation. I arrange poker games for him and he sold me the industrial space in the tannery district to build a really dangerous place for Amberites to cut loose... Are you... familiar with the aging Effect in Amber?'
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I am familiar with your establishment, I have passed by it many times in my nocturnal travels about the City before I came to Adagalasck. Though I never entered, didn't seem the type of place I would be interested in... back in those days. But much has changed since my coming to Adagalasck."
Realmer takes a couple of large sips of the tequila then says, "And yes, I am familiar with the Aging Effect in Amber; I have witnessed it personally with my Elite Guard, Sir Gangdis of Cogswell. Why do you ask?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
he nods, "Gangdis.. Yes. He is legendary, even for us out of the inner circle. He is a member of many a posse of the princes. Random's mandate to me is that Amber often loses people, over the years, to aging because it tends toward dullness. At least under Oberon i hear. Dull as dull hell levels. Formal dances rather then wild parties. The occasional assignation under the branches of trees and few wild drunken orgies.. Anger that festers for centuries, souring both foemen and few deadly duels. so.....i encourage a certain amount of dark appeal and danger. But a lot of it is just set dressings. My bouncers look like shadow dwelling toughs and biker raiders, but many are amber security and Elites in disguise. I work the system... So frail old accountants and elderly beloved nannies& house keepers come, have a few drinks, get in knife fights and find themselves booze driven oiled orgies.. and they grow young. My service to the crown"
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*'''Michael James Watson'''
"You have sort of a sinister dark appeal. But your credentials are impeccable. If you are interested I would love to invite you to the place. Play some pool, throw a few punches, cast a few sinister spells. Be part of the atmosphere. We can talk, maybe teach each other a few things, and you can watch Untara dance. Win, Win, Win." 
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Sounds like an interesting place you run there, Jurt. And it sounds like Random's mandate to you regarding the Amber general public, is identical to the mandate given me by Benedict in regards to Gangdis. Hmmm. Well, I will certainly visit the next time I am in Amber. And I would be happy to add to your club's ambiance with my sinister personage. And I might even stir up some trouble, now that I know that is what your club is about. And as far as teaching each other a few things..." he pauses and looks Jurt over again, then continues, "I'm sure we could both learn several useful things from the other... considering our respective lives. Yes, I will certainly be stopping by... maybe even before my next need to visit Amber."
Realmer raises his glass to Jurt and toasts him silently then finishes the contents and looks for a refill.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt refills it quickly.. "Since we are here, mind if i ask you something? not a favor, exactly..."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer takes the refill and says, "Sure. Ask anything you like."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"I've heard a rumor that you have a Beholder as a familiar? I've dealt with them in a few dozen realms, they are fairly common out Chaos way. But they tend to be....contrary. If you have a source for them, id be interested in visiting. Maybe making a deal. A source on the Amber side of the universe. The ones in the midrealms all tend to be devotes of Mandalay. The ones near Regor violently psionic.. The ones in the York shadows serve Borax and i don't need pseudo-chaosian beholders addicted to a creature even Chaosians find annoyingly chaotic. I need orderly, cooperative ones..."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"I have magical spy eyes aplenty in my place but people learned how to dark them. But... beholders would add the kind of look i like, and could give me a view if i need it and a recording when i want it. I'm willing to trade for the info and I'll make a good deal for them at the source. Pets, possessions, or hirelings.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, it's no secret that my Familiar is a Beholder, but I usually have him take the form of a white raven when in more... proper company. But around the Embassy here, everyone has gotten so used to see him that he mostly goes unnoticed by everyone... just like he went unnoticed by you and everyone else in the room."
Bob the Beholder is always with Realmer unless Realmer sends him on an errand. Bob has been in the office the whole time, but has been using his shape shifting to blend in and go unnoticed... he usually hides in corners, cubbies, niches and near the ceiling... he also uses his Psychic Neutral to help him go unnoticed in other ways. Realmer gives Bob a mental command to show himself.
Realmer also takes a moment to look over the sleeping forms and looks to each of the others in the room to see if they are trying to get his attention. He is not trying to disrespect or ditch Jurt, he just wants to make sure he is not neglecting his official duties.
[Just because...] When Bob reveals himself, he looked like a section of books on a shelf behind Jurt. He floats out and floats over to hover over Realmer's right shoulder.
Realmer waits until Jurt looks back into Realmer's eyes, then says, "As to a source... you're looking at him."

*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Oh.. I noticed him. I wasn't sure what your relationship with him was. If he was a free agent he might have spoke up if a deal was in the making. Since he is a familiar, as i assumed, i spoke to you."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"How was he acquired? Is he a breeding beholder? Can I make a deal with him separately?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"I tried Mind Flayers but the bitches got uppity and attacked me. It was a hell of a mess to clean up."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, I don't want to give away too many of my personal trade secrets, but..." he says quietly as he leans in just a little bit, knowing it won't matter anyway considering those present in the room. Then he continues, "He is my creation and as of this moment he is unique. I suppose he is capable of breeding. And no, he is not at liberty to deal with you on his own. You will deal with me. I'm confident I could create something to your liking, and your specifications."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Nodding, "OK... The purpler the better. Make a plan, cost it out, give me a price. I can pay in a wide variety of coin. Is there something in particular you want, so i can start making plans to trade?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, before we start talking price and method of payment... perhaps we should talk about what, exactly you are looking for. Bob here is customized for my needs, I'm not sure you would need all the qualities and powers in your beholders that Bob possesses... or maybe you would. And it IS important for you to know, for the Beholders to be... orderly and cooperative as well as powerful enough to be an actual asset in Amber... they will need to be Conjured from... well, your blood would be best.. so they bond to you and you alone."
Realmer pauses to gauge Jurt's reaction and take a sip of the fine tequila.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt has the points to pay for them once i point them out, but they will be created along those lines initially.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt, "something the size of a small ball, visual, able to sense things. Communicate to me and my staff. Record what they see. shift shape some. hard to kill, hard to fudge. Loyal. Fecund. Possibly some part or trip of pattern magic on some level."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Clearly i could conjure them myself if that's all there is to them. But i want them to function especially well in Amber and my powers are not focused in those areas. I've walked the pattern. But my powers are Chaosian. Chaosian things reek to practitioners of the arts this far east. Its why the things i do use are so easy to fudge. But if they are conjured, say, near the pattern, on some forging stone in the dungeon, using that stone you have, blood and cells of numerous Amberites...Well, the powers start to stack towards usefulness at this end of things.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Hmmm... all sounds reasonable and possible. We will certainly need to work out some more details... and I will need you present at some point during the creation process... and I will need your blood... and maybe a bit of my blood may be needed as well for them to function as you require. And by the way, I could have not mentioned the blood thing and just Conjured them with my blood, making them truly loyal and truly bonded to me. I could have told them to obey you. I could have had access to them and used them like a mini army if I wanted or needed. I just wanted to let you know I didn't."
Realmer smiles and takes another sip of tequila then continues. "But first, I will need to allot the time to do it all. And considering my duties as an Ambassador to Amber... hmmm. Jurt, if you would excuse me for a few minutes. I should be back. If not, I know your Trump is in the King's Deck, I will be in touch."
Realmer bows to Jurt then moves in the direction of King Random... and with any luck, Julian and Nina will be with him or close enough to overhear the conversation.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Julian and Random are speaking together. Arlo and Nina are speaking nearby. Ben and Bleys is kneeling by Untara and Kevin and the woman. Jurt walks over to Ben and Bleys.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer approaches the Kings and waits until he catches their attention, then speaks.
"Your Majesties. If I may have a moment of both your times. I would like to announce and discuss my retirement from service to the crown, both crowns, officially. There are some things I have been wanting to do and it would be best if I was not officially representing Amber or Adagalasck when I do them. So, with both of your permission, I would like to hand over my Ambassadorship to another of your respective choosing."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random looks at Julian, Julian looks at Random, they both turn to you and laugh.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random-"Do you realize that you are saying that to a prince who told me he was resigning after he had left Amber and that i could essentially piss off, and he took my spymaster with him? Alright. Roth can take the job, he set up an effective enough office for you. I suppose the need for you to be here has run its course. Where do things stand with your mother?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Are you both laughing at my request? Or was it the way I delivered it? Or perhaps you thought I was joking."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Julian speaks to Random in a language you are unfamiliar with. It goes back and forth. Eventually Random nods.
Random smiles, "It took us by surprise. And you should know it never occurred to me that you might make any kind of joke. You are young. Certainly. Take a break for a time. But remember what Oberon said; " Death is no reprieve from duty."
"I was wondering what the resolution with your mother is though. Hagalta is in Azcala, i assume you recovered her? I have two sisters of yours, one of whom is also a niece of yours too are both in Amber. One is a lady in waiting for Vielle and the other is, well, hanging with Flora sort of like a pale lily, afraid to leave the Sea view Gardens. Julian has a brother of yours and your stepmother wandering around Adagalasck someplace, maybe.. I suppose I can spare you for a time. However...I will need you soon. Ill be leading an army across shadow down the jeweled road and i had it in mind to have you travel with some of the CHAD people beating the bushes. Keep your trump handy. Consider yourself relieved from duty here. You might want to take your new lady to Vulsar to oversee her recovery before you go wandering too far."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ben approaches, Nina beside him-"Random, Realmer, Nina and I have spoken and we both think your dog and her woman should go to Vulsar. Vance has a pattern there now and it should give us the juice to examine what happened to her. I would like to take Untara as well, and it would please me Random, if you could find some way for me to avoid taking Jurt there at this time."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Random nod, "Well, Ben. You could just tell him no. "
Nina- "Its is likely Untara would want him along unless you had some other thing to keep him busy. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Jurt and I were discussing a business deal..." Realmer says quietly, "perhaps I could keep him distracted while you all take your looks through your techno-glasses..." Realmer pauses to see if anyone gets then joke, then moves on regardless. "I am sure they will be well cared for and be returned unmolested."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ran nods."Yes, they have been inseparable..I understand your concern, Ben. A Chaosian and a dangerous one at that at Vulsara this early in the reign of King Vance...They certainly already know he raped the Abyss and stole a pattern. Realmer, not to intrude on your vacation, but how about you chaperon Jurt at Vulsar? You don't know any of the places i wouldn't want him to see so its perfect. plenty of room there for deal making and a reasonable amount of magical muscle too. And you can be close as they unravel the Kevin Issue."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I'd be happy to, Majesty. And thank you for knowing I would want to keep tabs on Kevin, and the others. I will keep us both out of mischief while there."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Bleys approaches, "Well this looks like a council. Catch me up"
Random tells him the details of the conversation. He puts his hand on your shoulder as Julian and Ran are joined in laughter by Bleys.
Bleys,"OK, before you go too far, there is something you should know about that woman, Untara. Her magi was certainly potent but it wasn't strictly speaking Sorcery. I couldn't place it then i realized it. The Azcalan sorcery she used was extremely similar to Tosian Clericalism. She is a priestess after all. She was channeling Clerical Sorcery. That tells me something horrible about Azcala. Anytime magic like that is used, Tonacat will know it. What we did here today, he almost certainly watched"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ben looks interested, "The sorcery wasn't channeling through the Sigil?"
Bleys, "Yes, but through Tonacat too. And the ritual of the heart taking, rending soul, that wreaks of clerical magic as well. "
Ben, "do you think you can figure how to do that in Amber?"
Bleys, "Sure. Make Random a god. Tonacat did it to himself. Its like the Tosian World Stone. Talk to Harriet or Jeremy or someone like that for details. Fortunadas might be more social about it. "
*'''Michael James Watson'''
ran-"I have enough trouble with the Church of the Unicorn just by being king. If the Azcalans can use Tosaian Clerical how come they get slaughtered every time we hit them on the Jeweled Road? "
Stepping up a groggy looking Untara says, "Dread king, its because they are sanctified warriors. Death is a privileged for them, a consummate service to the realm. Wounds may be tended naturally, even by potion or salve, but the power of Tonacat is not used to heal. It denies the godhead....But our prayers are put on our warriors by our priests before they leave the realm that in their deaths their soul may serve Tonacat.
It works both ways though. Warriors are so sure they are in the glory of Tonacat that often they fight bezzerk and fail in their own defenses, leading to their deaths."
Ran-"I see. well, that's not psychotic at all....Lady Untara, are you recovered?"
Uni-"I have heard you all speak among yourselves..Call me Uni..."
Ben nods, "Uni, we would like to take you to a place where we can study the the spell involved and how it was used. Will you go there?"
Un laughs, "Do I have a choice, Dead Ben? I told the king i would serve. Lead me"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer listens and follows along, though he is curious to know more about how Clerical Magic works, especially High Order Clerical Magics, he has already promised to keep Jurt occupied... and he does have an unfinished business deal to conclude.
Realmer looks to Untara and when he catches her eye he bows to her deeply and says, “Lady Untara... Uni, my deepest thanks and greatest appreciation for what you have done for me, my dog Kevin and the woman whose life was ended too soon. If there is anything I can do for you, please ask.”
Realmer turns to King Random and the rest and says, “Though I have spent many decades in High Magic Shadows where Clerical Magics abounded, and I am quite familiar with the effects of those Magics, personally in several cases, I never took the time to study them enough to be of much practical use in the next phase of this investigation. So, if you will all excuse me, I have some business to conduct.”
Realmer makes a general bow to all then turns and makes his way over to Jurt, who is presumably with Arlo and the sleeping woman and poodle.
“Arlo” Realmer begins, “Jurt and I were pervioiusly discussing a business arrangement and I was hoping you could give us some time to finish our haggling. Also, I am sure King Random is about to summon you over as it seems we are all on our way to Vulsar Base very shortly.” Realmer speaks to Arlo pleasantly and with respectful and sincere tones; he even smiles pleasantly. Realmer wants to put any bad blood between them in the past.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Arlo nods, "Yes, this is an interesting case.. and it says much abut Azcala. There is something about this body that bothers me but I'm not sure what. She looks normal enough. They used New You facial systems to customize her face along the lines of the illusion you provided. still.... curious. I'll attend the king."
Standing with a nod, he walks over to Random.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt watches Arlo, "there goes the once and future prince of Amber, if you believe Chaosian Oracles. If that happens, trump me. I'll give you asylum in Jurtway. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
“Well, according to Amber's History, Arloxedra was the Crown Prince at one point, and if things had turned out differently, he might have become King. And to be honest, I don't think the issues between Arlo and I are bad enough that I would have to fear his Rule. But thank you for the offer, none the less, and I may take you up on that offer for other reasons one day... though maybe not because I need asylum.”
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Ya, there are augeries that claim Eric isn't dead but was captured on the slopes of Kolvir and remains a prisoner in Chaos. You know, Eric's is one of the few Amber cults still legal. Arlo's too. His cult following is really bizarre. Loud readers....."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"So... let me guess? Random wants Untara to go to Vulsar and you think you can get me to go look over some beholder factory floor while they wriggle around in her brain? I should get back to the club anyway. Why don't you come along. You'll keep me out of trouble. I need to speak to Despil anyway. Uni will want me to come with her but if i just step away she will forget she wanted me to come. They will have a handful with her. she tends to get .....destructive....if not properly managed. they need to see how she behaves when i don't keep her focused. I'm sure Vance can clean up the mess. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
“Yes, quite perceptive of you. Yes, I am supposed to keep you company and keep you occupied while we are at Vulsar Base, so they can investigate the Spell and Magic involved in what started out as a small matter. To be honest, I think Random wants to get both of us out of his hair so that neither of us can interrupt or hinder the investigation due to our direct involvement and certain feelings of attachment to those involved. So I volunteered to keep you company and otherwise occupied; after all, we do have unfinished business. And I am certain we will be kept informed of all that transpires... and from multiple sources, I'm also certain. So yes, I will gladly accompany you to your club so we can talk in private. Do you have a Trump or Teleport Spell hung? Or would you like me to do the honors? I could at least get us outside the front doors.”
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"I have it. Just a sec."  Walking to Untara and the crew, his whispers in her ear. She turns.."Oh? Do you think this Vance is fertile? I'll shift shape to be ready. Have fun, demon. don't let that Adask sway you to high ideals. you know his kind don't have permanent forms and you shape change too easily already. It takes too much to deprogram you afterwards"
Jurt walks over, a slight smile and and innocent look in his eye.
"Mind making a stop? I'm overdue for a pitstop. We can get to Amber quickly from there. I've no further goodbyes to make. Ready?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I don't mind at all. Where ever you need to go, lead on" Realmer says to Jurt.
Then to Random, "Majesty, I will be checking in later."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Ran nods and returns to his business with Julian, Ben, Arlo and Untara.
As you turn to go Nina , rest a hand on your shoulder, grasping your hands between hers.
"My friend, though you go far, this is always your home. I can not tell you how much i appreciate your help over the last few years. I would still be a wispy ghost if it were not for Julian... Come back soon."
Stepping a way before you an remark, she leaves a small pouch in your hands.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer gladly takes Nina's hand and then uses sleight of hand to Palm the small pouch into a hidden Pocket within the sleeve of his robe. 
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt nods, turns, starts trumping away, bringing you in tow.
The passage seems like a regular trump passage except there is a sensation of speed unusual to stepping through a gate trump.