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

====<big>Sawall Ways and The Sawalls</big>====


*'''Michael James Watson'''
Stepping to the wispy and floating outward over the dark descent of the abyss. Below is a blackness more overwhelming then any deep dungeon or water depth. That is crawls with shadows floating just outside view is unnerving.. Forms, waves, shifts, life and death.. all things lie in the endless hells being crossed over. As the wispy comes over there are senses of pathways leading off in many directions. Some disappearing into the stuff of chaos, others looking like main roads floating in the blackness. Jurt.."I suppose we should make passage through Theldane. The Courts of Chaos capital.. I have been away a long time and there might be question of my loyalty. It will be wise to go to the first gate and kowtow to the Statue of the First Swayvil.....Then we can go to Sawall Way. 
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer stares into the Abyss and truly lets the magnitude of it register on his mind, his psyche and his soul. He barely hears Jurt, as though he is worlds away.
"As you think is best. I have always wanted to visit Theldane and to see even part of it on my first visit would be a treat and an honor. Lead the way, Lord Jurt."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Honor.... Let us call it walking the Knife's edge. "
Walking up the widest path many people of all descriptions. Chaos forms, animal forms, waves of energy, human forms, dark elvish looking beings. Wagons of different kinds moving along by strange beasts or floating on their own.
Jurt is maintaining his human form despite the two Dufiro looking decidedly demonic. Jasra keeps her human form to not attract certain attentions.
Jasra-"I never expected to be home again...."
Jurt nods in agreement. "Lets just hope they let us leave."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The great towers of Theldane rise suddenly a distortion of time and distance.. the great artifice of millions of years, its antiquity written deep in every line. Entering the path to the main entrance Jurt stops, eyeing the guards on either side. Squads of horrible warrior abyssal demons and creatures of no solid description.
Jurt..."Ah fuck....Oh well. can't stop now...."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
A shape separates from the guards floating towards the group of you.


*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer allows his Guards to guard him, but he is also ready to take action if needed.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt stops, as it speaks," Lord Jurt, Your presence was noted in the Fane of Zilla. Your father has sent me to escort you to Sawall Way if you chose to ignore his many summons even unto the gates of Castle Amber."
Jurt nods, "Gilsar, I have come specifically to speak to father. I shall make my obeisance to the Swayvil then proceed their directly. "
Gilsar, "Good. I can have my company escort your slaves and have them placed in the pens until you arrive."
The Dufiro bristle but remain calm.
Jurt, 'Gilsar, You serve my father and through him, me. Go tell him i come and leave my companions to attend me as is their choice. Now.. GO!! Take your scavengers and Flee before i feed you to the Abyss and make apologies to my father for your destruction!"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
the creature flees as if burned.. A group detaches from the Theldane guard to follow him
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer looks indignant and offended by the creature thinking, and calling, him, a Lord of Amber, a slave. The look on Realmer's face surely shows his irritation... his face may have even 'distorted' a bit towards his Chaos Form (Nosferatu) before he regained his calm at the offense.
"Looks and sounds like your father really wants to speak with you, Jurt. And that his servants are more interested in getting you to him and less concerned with offending those with you. Is this the way of Chaos?"
Realmer does sound irritated, but not with Jurt and his question sounds more sincere and less snide.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Its not uncommon. Remember that unlike in most of shadow, we are part of the circle of life. You eat what doesn't eat you. Gilsar is a bitch even at the best of times. My father's batman. never liked him. beside serving father he is Mandor's creature more then Merlin, Despil or mine."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Reaching the central plaza the scene is busy beyond description. Tall towers, people moving, energy in the air..
A massive statue of a demonic form in the center seems to be bowed to, touched, and otherwise revered ass everyone goes about their business. Jurt goes and kneels briefly, putting his head to the base..
Jasra stand, shaking.. Looking at Jurt as he stands,"It was a mistake for me to come here.. I'm not ready to renew my allegiance.. "
Jurt nods, "Then its best if you claim my protection. Realmer, you are under my protection. We can go to Sawall way now"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer asks Jurt, "Should I show 'respect' to the statue of the King of Chaos, or might that be misconstrued as me giving my allegiance? I don't wish to look disrespectful."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Considering your bloodline it would be considered a petition to open negations of returning to serve Chaos. Be aware that everything we do is seen. "
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Walking out of the central courtyard he chooses a major path, crowded with people.. As time goes on he takes off-ramps smaller and smaller
*'''Michael James Watson'''
In time he stops at an Inn and ha a meal supplied. Light on local delicacies.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Taking to the paths again them float high and low over the blackness under the red sky turning.
Eventually coming to a view into a landed valley with what looks like a thousand massive stacked books. colors and shapes of different block. A gateway shows the entrance. It is flanked by guards as were at Theldane. Gilar stand waiting. A armored human form with him, tall and broad.
Jurt stops, "Jasra, Realmer, welcome to Sawall Way"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
entering the grand entrance is a study in organized Chaos. It is clear the Sawalls have been art collector with an elegant eye. Cases of souvenirs and trinkets from many black Zone world . Bookcases adorn reding nooks in many hallways.. Windows look out onto different landscapes.
A floating snake approaches and seems to almost bow, "Greeeeetingsssss, dear Jurt.......Welcome home... That my bones were not sucked dry in your absence is a pleasure to this old one."
"Calao, it is good to see you.. Its been many turnings. Do your eggs still taste of fire?"
It chuckles, "I still cook....yes...Though your father takes little more then gravy these days.. He awaits within"
Jurt rubs a fond hand on the floating snake as it paces beside him. "These are companions of mine. Jasra and Realmapator."
IT floats looking in regard.."Jasra we know, do we not little handmaiden? you have grown tall, and fat, and ripe for the eating"
Jasra scowls slightly, "You look delicious as well old one. I do not come here as a servant anymore though."
Calao spins and writhes as if laughing. "We will see about that, handmaid"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
It floats near Realmer, sniffing the air with its tri-forked tounge.
"Bariman blood... but not close kin.. Curious..Well met, chaosian get. "
Jurt walks pat guards and guarding armor down long twisting corridors to come to a grand open space. Seating groups are spread about chaotically.
A grand fireplace fills one wall with raising fire. Near it is a lounging bed with a still emaciated form resting upon it. He is attended by a mall coweled figure. Filling a glass.
THe figure leans up, pulling pillows behind it.
"My son.... you have inded come. Gilsar said you met in Theldane but he doubted you would come.. I knew you would.. Come close.. "
Jurt come nearer, motioning for Realmer and Jasra to stay a few feet back.
"Father...how could i cross the Abyss and not come to see you..."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer follows Jurt through Sawall Ways looking at everything he can, but touching nothing. When Calao addresses Realmer he will nod his head to the serpent and reply:
"Well met, Calao. Of Barimen blood indeed; I am a grandson of Dworkin Barimen, but not a son of Oberon. And I am certainly not good eating." Realmer smiles at the serpent then follows Jurt as he leads the way.
When they reach the room with the man on the lounging bed, he already knows to stay a respectful distance behind Lord Jurt and to keep his mouth closed until asked to speak. When Jurt motions for he and Jasra to stay back, Realmer simply stays at Jasra's side and moves only when she does.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Calao-"Oh, Bariman Lord, do not fear. I am sure you are very tasty. If you wish to know i am sure i could prepare a lovely dish from a shank or arm or leg. You would certainly regrow it. It would make a lovely main course for a family dinner."
rt chuckles, looking to Realmer..."He's joking.. I think"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The red robed figure turns, "OH I can easily imagine you crossing the abyss and not visiting your family little wolf. At least we hear from Despil in official dispatches"
The figure drops its hood, revealing a red haired young woman in human form, She walks toward Jurt. "Come give your mother a kiss."
Jurt gives his mother a brief kiss. She looks over his shoulder.
Jasra looks stiff, trying to look formal..
"Sweet little Jassy.... Its been ages since you served in this hall. You have done well it seems after failing me so miserably.
Walking toward Realmer, looking him over carefully..
And who is this, my son? A heir to Bariman.."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer smiles pleasantly then bows to Jurt's mother but keeps himself wary.
"Highness; an unexpected pleasure. I am Lord Relmopator of Amber. Grandson of Dworkin and Verna, Son of Satura and Hagalta. As to me being the Heir to anything, I would find it unlikely... except, perhaps, in Adagalasck." Realmer bows again and continues smiling politely.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt "We didn't come to contest what shambles the Bariman Way is. I would guess Maylon brewed enough Amberites to claim it herself. We came for a more pressing matter. Have you spoken to Mandor recently, father?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble-"Bring the young Amberite over, Son"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt turns, waves for you to come to his bedside
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer moves to the bedside and bows respectfully.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble-"I'm Gramble Sawall. It is interesting to me to meet an heir of Dworkin not of Oberon's git. My father was close kin to Dworkin. His rebellion, if it was that, was a hard thing. And the monster he made with the Unicorn was the greatest foe of Chaos save Hariswiee the Wise. Would you think it treason that in a place where all things walk that a Lord such as I would wish to see Chaos defied?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Majesty, it is not for me to determine what is treason and what is not, especially in a Realm I am unfamiliar with. And it would seem to me that treason is a matter of perspective and time; treasonous acts of centuries gone by may be the foundation of a prosperous society today. And to defy chaos, in a general sense, happens to even the most chaotic of peoples... as does defying order by the orderly. But this is just my opinion and based on my limited experiences in Amber and my more extensive experiences in Shadow, Majesty." Realmer bows again to Gramble Sawall.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
grambe coughs, with Dara putting a straw to his lips
"An elegant deflection.. Would it surprise you to learn i was an old rebel myself?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"No, Majesty; it would not. Many Rulers and Leaders are considered 'rebels' by many... at one time or another."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"I married a creature of the Maylon line of amberites. Having failed to breed a son for the King of Amber, that being Corwin, She was bound for the slaveblocks as a failed experiment. Her mother had been a mighty warrior but Dara was more the sorceress. And magicians are a glut on the lave market. But she had lovely hips and a certain sexual enthusiasm born from a desire not to end in the cook pots im sure. "
Dara chuckles, "You had a nice set of horns on you you old fiend"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"She bore me two sons. Despil and this one. While they are the children of my dotage i adore them after my fashion... But they both failed me as well. "
Jurt whispers, "So glad i came home Mother. "
Gramble-"I have spoken to Maylon. Do you know her?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"No, Majesty." Realmer replies politely.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"She is an archvillian to be sure. A treasured patriot of Chaos. She managed the Benedict/Lintra project after its creator died"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I believe I read that somewhere in a tome within the Library at Castle Amber, Majesty.... or perhaps I overheard somebody talking about it in the Library.... Majesty."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
" She was raised by Darnuthas rasaka afuras, a minor lord of Chaos and a confidant of Lintra's. She was raised in a realm with a potent artifact that according to Lord Darnu an Amberite was needed to break the seal and claim it. She tried and failed. By the time she was old enough to attempt it Darnu had taken two of her sisters into shadow where he was eventually destroyed, mostly. So Maylon continued the project. She bore two children. Both of whom failed to open the seal. One was brain-damaged beyond healing. The other, Voya, failed but became a mighty hellmaiden, she was the mother of my dear dangerous wife. Dara also failed to break the seal. The other daughter of Maylon, became a ghola tank and breed 3 true amberite offspring, two of whom, after failing, were turned into ghola tanks as well. The third was disposed of in the depths of Hendrake only to emerge and to the best of my knowladge is a piano player somewhere in shadow. His name was Vek, who also failed to break the seal.. The Two tanks each breed one true amberite before the program was discovered and destroyed. One is Gilva, the other is Shaz Far, a new rebel himself now in service to Amber. Dara bore me two children both of whom failed..ITs believed the line of Benedict, beng doomed, can not unseal the artifact. "
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt frowns, thinking of himself as a breeding project.
"So you need a Chaoian of the line of Dworkin but not Benedict? You may be in luck. Have you spoken to Mandor recently?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble ignores Jurt, speaking to Realmer. "Its believed any of the line of Oberon might fail. Bleys, and brand and Fiona all failed as well. "
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt looks at Realmer-"Well, to bad for Henry, eh?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"So, you are looking for a descendant of Dworkin, but not a descendant of Oberon... and I would bet, not any of the Unicorn Lineage. And here I am, grandson of Dworkin and not of the Unicorn Lineage, and so you seek to intrigue me with bits of Chaosian history, hoping to entice me to ask more and perhaps become involved. Well, Majesty, I am intrigued and enticed... to know more, for certain. But anymore than that I cannot promise."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble-"If the line of Oberon is suspect, that leaves the line of Satura and the line of Hagalta and the line of Vincent, does it not? If you are not interested there is your mother and father, might either of them be interested? The line of vincent seems immune to research"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"I know nothing of the line of Vincent, Majesty. But as far as my mother and father are concerned; I am sure my mother would reject it as she seems to have no aspirations of power... at least at this time. And my father is treacherous and brutish; I would not suggest any alliances with him; ever. That is my only counsel on those matters, Majesty. But I am certainly open to hear more, if I may, Majesty."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Dara steps up to Jurt, whispers, 'Who is Henry?"
Jurt look at her, "Ask him" pointing to Realmer. He turns and walks quickly from the room, gripping Jasra and pulling her behind himm hard. She stubmbles in surprise and rights herself to follow.
The dufiro are ignored by Gramble and Dara, as is the custom
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble-'The artifact is one of great spirally powers. It creates something of a whirlpool in the stuff of chaos. those living on the land it is in do not notice the spin but from outside it is easy to see. The land is a mighty rock others have tried to destroy to no avail"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Forgive me, Majesty, but it seems I have offended your son. A situation I find untenable and a breach of trust I must remedy. With your leave, Majesty, Highness, I must request leave of your presence to pursue your son and correct my error."
Realmer bows to the two of them and backs away three steps then bows again... then pauses to see if he is being dismissed or if he is about to make another offense by leaving in order to correct a previous offense.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Gramble seems to have forgotten you were there.. Dara steps up, gripping your shoulder lightly and walking you out of the room.
Dare-"Who is Henry?'
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Son of Mandor of Chaos and Fiona of Amber. His Trump recently showed up in the Family Deck. I believe it is... one of the reasons Jurt came back and is seeking Mandor, Highness."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer pulls out his Trump Deck box, opens and pulls out Henry's Trump, which happens to be on top since he and Jurt fished them out just recently. Realmer shows the Trump to Dara but does not let her take or touch it. He gives her a good look, then puts it away before a Contact can be made.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She looks, frowning, "Mandor....and Fiona....interesting.. I hadn't checked my deck recently... Not that i have a functional King Random deck. I had to acquire a non-magical deck as Zilla. Thank you for the information. Jurt has always been a problem child... jeolous of his brothers."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She lets go of Realmers arm and walks back into Grambles chamber.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer continues until he reaches the next room, going back the way he came, using Bob to help navigate. If he cannot see Jurt and if he believes he is getting lost, he will Trump Jurt... if needed.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
As you twit and turn you are not sure which path he took. The Dufiro of Guard steps up, "lord, the Lord Jurt took the passage third to the left ahead. I can track him as long as he remains in the Way"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Then track, by all means. Take me to Lord Jurt. And thank you for offering the information without being prompted. Very helpful... even thoughtful. Lead on, please."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He leads on through seveeral twists and turns to a blank wall. Passing through it leads to a messy looking room with a wide variety of toys and tools and bottles.. And picture of merlin shows dagger marks.
Jurt is holding a sword in his hands, lookingalong the edge
"I should just go in there and hack his fool head off. he didn't even care that after all these year he is a grandfather again.. All he cares about is hi precious artifacts. This way is crammed with useless trash he has collected hoping to one up some lord. Sorry, Realmer, I don't know how long i can stay here"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
When Realmer first enters the room he feels a little nervous seeing Jurt eyeing the edge of a blade. Once the rant begins, he doesn't feel any less nervous, but more confident that Jurt is not about to end his (Realmer's) life. When Realmer speaks he is being totally sincere and his expressions will show it.
"No, Jurt, I am the one who is sorry. My curiosity and insatiable thirst for knowledge and power overtook my senses; most importantly, my common sense. I came here to support you during your emotional return home and I got too easily pulled into your family's intrigue. I humbly ask your forgiveness for my error in judgment and my clear violation of our... 'table agreement'. And... if you truly intend to use that sword to decapitate your father, the King of Chaos... then I may have to ask one or both of my Guards to disarm you for my safety; after all, if you kill the king, I pretty sure I will be considered guilty by association and will not be able to get out of here... so, for my piece of mind... would you mind putting the sword down?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He levels the sword at Realmer, "Think the sword is the dangerous one here? My father is a ruler of a Great House but our is not in the top 10 for the succession to the Swayvil. The High Lord of Chaos is a creature far beyond my poor ailing father. Just so you know, he ails because he failed an ritual to control that artifact he mentioned. I had forgotten about his obsessio with it. Its why he and my mother are essentially estranged. Finding her here was a surprise. So... permission to fence with your Combat Dufiro?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jasra walks up to Realmer..."May i ask you a personal favor?"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"You may ask anything you like, Lady Jasra. As to whether I will do as you want will depend exactly upon what you ask."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jasra-"You bear a King Random's deck? Then allow me to transfer through the Zilla Trump. It won't cross the Abyss but it will deliver me to the passage point across from Zilla that we arrived in Chaos at. Ill wait public transportation across and out of Chaos. Call my son Rinaldo and ask him to meet me at Zilla. I don't dare stay in Chaos nd certainly not in this house. I had thought to spend a few days but i think my life is at risk in Dara's house. "
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer first addresses Jurt who is still fencing with the air, hopefully. "Yes, Jurt, you may spar with my Guards, but please, don't kill, maim or seriously harm each other."
Then Realmer nods to the Dufiro before turning his attention back to Jasra.
"I will grant your favor, Lady Jasra" Realmer says as he draws out his Deck and begins shuffling through them, "but one day in the future, you will need to repay the favor." Realmer stops when he finds the card in question and he immediately begins making contact. Once established, he extends his hand to Lady Jasra.
"I will contact Rinaldo as soon as you pass through."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
She nods, knowing the score when she asked for the favor. Stepping through the portal.
Jurt moves a head cut passage to a low line thrust, blocked by the Dufiro of Combat. Looking up, he suddenly laughs..
"Fled has she? I'm surprised she stayed with us this long. Of course i had made it clear what my intentions toward her were going to be later tonight."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well, she mentioned needing a favor, and I love gathering favors... never know when one might be needed."
Realmer winks at Jurt and looks for something to drink or smoke. If nothing is sitting out, Realmer will pull something from his private stash out of his Robe of Many Pockets.
"Hope you don't mind. So... any idea how long you do intend to stick around? Planning on seeking out Mandor?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Seeking out Mandor? Well, seeking him out would mean leaving Chaos.. Im not sure what more there is here. I had thought father would claim he had known all along. Or that he would be angered by the exclusion... He is usually ... But no. Henry does not fit his obsession any more then I do... But....since i am here i intend to gather a few things i left behind. "
He salutes the Combat D. Slides the sword into a scabbard... Walking to a chest of angularity awkward drawers he with draws a box and puts on a medallion with the symbol of house Sawall. He removes several items of clothes dropping them into his holding bag. Followed by several tomes from a stack.
Walking out of the room he waves for you to follow
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
As they are leaving the room, Realmer sorts out Rinaldo's Trump and gives him a call.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Walking down a long series of confusing switchbacks left and right. Falling through sinking floors and slipping around complicated passages. The Guard looks unhappy and uncertain, its blade drawn.
Eventually he comes to a large flat wall. Flanked by Abyssal Demons. 2 on each side. He draws his blade and launches at the ones on the left side of the wall.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
the two on the other side advance on Realmer. The Guard D moves to parry their attacks, splitting them as his partner advances to cross blades
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer brings up the Pattern as a Defense in front of him and he release the lynchpin on a Bodily Defense Spell meant to protect against all forms of Invasive Powers.
Bob the Beholder unleashes, at Realmer's mental command, a Hung Spell; Strength Drain on the Abyssal Demon closest to Realmer.
Realmer's wand appears in his right hand, red Mandalay Stone still held within the wand's butt end.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The Guard attempts to block you from physical combat giving time for magiic. the Combat slays hers and looks to see Jurt slay one.
Stepping behind to your left she steps inbetween Jurt and Reamer, slicing a blade down the back of one of the ones Jurt is battling before turning to see if you cat spells, not wanting to step in the way
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer releases a Hung Spell from the Pattern, a Forked Lightning Bolt. He is trying to strike the remaining two of them and will fork the bolt around Jurt or a Dufiro if needed.
The Bone Wand named Hex, an attack based sentient Artifact, releases a Giants Slap Spell upon same two the Lightning Bolt struck, if they are close enough together, attempting to knock them flat to the ground.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The combination of spell damage and blade work cause them to fade into ether. The dufiro kneel and start cleaning the blood from the ground, careful not to touch any themselves.
Jurt nod, "Good work. Quickly done."
Stepping up he places the medallion on the wall and it opens.
Stepping inside there are two racks of exquisite swords. One rack with a pair of matched blades looking very much like chaosian katanas. He grabs them, and slides them into his belt.
To the left are two book cases filled with ornate leather tombs. To the right are several coronets, and a dozen different medallions hanging on silver hooks. Around the ground are 12 different chests.
On a free standing stand is a large blue glowing uncut stone
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Pulling out two bags, snapping them, they open with a mouth 3' wide each and float at waist level.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt-"Take it all."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He steps to the tomes and starts pitching them into a bag
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer decides to stay out of this, directly, but to help his friend, indirectly.
"Gazil, Risik, help Lord Jurt load his bag, please. Bob and I will stand watch." Realmer and Bob the Beholder stand watch.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt laughs...The Dufiro stand guard and ready for combat
"Wont be that easy. You didn't hire Masoja of Strength in order to help pick things up. Get in here and start loading before the abyssal we dispatched get back to their transport stones. We have about 4 minutes till they get there and summon the rest of the abyssal in this living mausoleum. Now!!! Hurruy!!!"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer has the Bone Wand become a four armed skeletal monkey that jumps into the closet and begins tossing anything it can grab into the open bag. Bob decides to help, since the Dufiro have the watching under control, so he floats over to the closet and uses his Beholder Eye Stalk Telekinetic Ray (if it works here) to move things into the bag. If the Ray does not work, Bob will Shape Shift his eye stalks into tentacles and start grabbing things and tossing them into the bag.
"Way faster than I could do. Keep up the good work, boys." Realmer says to his Familiar and his Artifact. "Is that helping, Jurt?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt nods, "It'll hold up in court. Damn,, i knew these boxes were heavy. "
with the monkey ad bob helping the room is emptied in only a couple minutes.. Standing, stepping out of the vault. Jurt pulls a trump deck out, withdrawing a card he opens a portal. The lnd across the gate is black & white. Windswept and icy cold looking. A dark forest in the distance.
"All through!!!"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer moves through quickly, grabbing the bone monkey and Bob to make sure they are with him... he will let the Dufiro worry about the Dufiro.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
The Dufiro move in lockstep around realmer. JUrt steps through and closes the gate, He immediately starts giggling.. Riffling through his trumps he withdraws the next one. Opening the gate.
"Pattern trumps won't cross the abyss but Logrus ones will to black zone border realms. But we need distance now. On through. Home again, Home again"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer looks to the Dufiro and says, "Since we are leaving the Realms of Chaos our contract is completed, for now. I have the silver card Kala Kala gave me; summon me when you are ready. And please give Kala Kala my regards and that I will not be able to bargain with her as soon as I had hoped."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
He nods, "Its your choice. My portal is to Thin Whip's Place in the City of Amber. You might as well come with me and get as far away as possible. We are in a black zone realm and using a pattern trump here will be like carving a statue of yourself. Realm Lords will know you are here the second you engage the trump. Feel free to be pissed at me but by the unicorn's 3rd teat, lets have that argument far from here. Get through the portal."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer has said his piece to the Dufiro and he steps through.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Guard. "Service Rendered. Battle Done. Contract Complete." He hands you a silver stone. the Dof C leans up and slips a silver stone to the guard who includes it with his.
"Should you wish our services again, these will tell any broker who we are. We can make our way from here. We will speak to KalaKala. " They turn and start moving fast to the north.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
After receiving the silver stones, Realmer slips them into a pocket within his robes and then steps through the open portal.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Arriving in the second floor of Thin Whips among pool tables and benches.. Walking to a door way, waving to people, in the room is an office with a couple tables and a desk. The place is disorderly and not very clean but it feels magically secure.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
Jurt-"Well, i think my fealty to Chaos is pretty well screwed. Maybe i better talk to Random now.. Accept his offer.. ah.. for the record, i did not intend to to that crossing over"
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"So it was not your plan from the beginning? To pilfer from your family? It was just a spur of the moment type thing? And yes, perhaps we should both talk to Random, though for separate reasons. I need a drink. Got any of your famous tequila handy?"
*'''Michael James Watson'''
he nods, pulling a bottle from the desk.. pouring into two surprisingly clean glasses.
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"We should probably also check on your wife, my pet and the resurrected girl."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
"Well, i had it planned. Centuries ago. As a kid. I kyped one of dad's Lord's Medalions when he thought he had lost it and i later found it. And of course i had been in the vault. Stored stuff over the years. Some of the stuff we grabbed was really mine.. A couple chests. a few tomes.. But i never thought i would take them out of Chaos.. Now they are here. I'll tell you what....Im keeping the tomes here. You can peruse them at your leisure.."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"That sounds like an offer I will gladly take you up on." Realmer grabs one of the glasses and tosses down the entire contents with a slight shudder then sets the glass on the desk and reaches for the bottle and refills his glass. "Helluva day. And I still have to go back... sort of. Dufiro mating ritual." Realmer toasts with his glass then takes a swig.
*'''Michael James Watson'''
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' he nods.."tricky... but doable. Contact KalaKala and see if they are willing to perform the ritual a bit east of where they expected...Its not a terrible explosive ritual. i bet we could arrange it for one of the Tombs uphill from here and they would love it. Oh.....damn...."
He is clearly blocking a trump.
"Well, this is going to take some time. they are going to call back. Do yourself a favor. Find a nice fast time rest, maybe block trump contacts for awhile. Whoever is calling is on a Logrus trump and in time they won't take no for an answer. When it comes to it, I'll take all the blame. Wouldn't be any fun being a villian if i didn't get all the credit."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
Realmer takes Jurt's advice and decides to head to his one of his Personal Shadows, the one within the Adagalasck Sway... but before he does he asks Jurt for one last thing.
"Before we part... any chance you'd part with some of your blood? Perhaps I can get a jump on those Beholders you wanted."
*'''Michael James Watson'''
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Jurt laughs. "Sure! Take a pint! Make all the bane weapons you like! I'm rethinking the whole beholder project anyway. I've new priorities."
*'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.'''
"Well then, if you're rethinking the Beholder project then I really won't be needing your blood. I will take my leave for now. I will be in touch."
Realmer uses a special teleport spell hung on the spiral of the Four Winds to take him to his personal Shadow called Adagaar. Once there, Realmer tweaks the time flow and speed things up considerably so that he can get several days of rest but only a few minutes will have passed in Amber.