Editing Red Sword Calls-FB Posts (section)

===5245-Bleys warns Random===

Bleys walks through the castle corridors into the family quarters.   Looking about quickly clearly worried, seeing him nervous makes the Elite’s hackles rise up. 
 
Passing on, an Elite asks, “Prince Bleys?  Is there something wrong?  Anything we can help with?” 

Bleys snaps his head to look at Sargent Roger.  Breathing in deeply, “No Sargent.  I’m looking for the king though.”

“His Majesty is in Sea View Gardens, Sir”

Nodding, “I should have known, off my game.”

Walking off quickly, Sargent Roger taps his ear piece, “All Points.  Red Dog is agitated”

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Walking out onto the Sea View Gardens Bleys moves quickly to the King’s reserved tables.  Seeing him with several nobles he takes a spot in Random’s view.  His stance and his hand signs motion for immediate privacy.

Random stands, “Gentleman, this issue won’t be settled today but it’s time to let the middle men hash out the details.  Thank you.”

Standing the men shake the kings hand and leave most nodding or bowing in passing to Prince Bleys.

Random waves for table clearance and sits, as Bleys slips in next to him.  Glancing at the waiter he asks for coffee and bourbon.
“Bourbon for breakfast, Bleys?  I thought you were over that phase of things?”

Looking about carefully,  “Random. I just came through town.  Are you out of your mind?  There’s a Palace Commons in the Harbor District!   It’s on the corner of Broad Isle Blvd. and Landon Way.  Right in the friggin border lands of the City and North Riding!  That’s your turf.  You sold a corner like that to fucking [[Lop]]?  He’s setting up a friggin [[CHAD]] Hall right here in town!?! “

Random puts his hand on his brothers wrists, “Calm down.. Yes I sold [[Lop]] the building and several more as well.  A dozen town houses around there too.  And since you ask, I also leased him a big swath of land above North Riding to build a bit of a harbor.”

Bleys leans back as his coffee and bottle arrive.  Taking the bottle he takes a deep chug..

“You sold Lop a neighborhood? By the teats of the Unicorn, Random, are you mad?  We’ll have Tosian-Yorkists up to our arses!  “

“I know.  I invited them.”

“WHAT?!?!?!   Oh hell, Random, why?  We’ll have rabid elephants running loose in the streets! They're all raving psychotic madmen!”

Shrugging, “Shadow is full of those, Bleys, and you know that.” The king sticks his finger out pointedly. “ Besides, I thought you liked [[Lop]]?  [[Fortunadas]] and Venki seem to get along well with you last time they were here”

“Fortunadus?  Venki? Lop?  Sure, swell guys.” His voice rising to a bit of a hysterical pitch. “ It’s the people they know.. Venki’s father?  His uncle?  That monster Zatonic and his rock breaking wife? And Alexandir Kos Korag?... Criminy Random, we’ll have that obsessive egomaniac here all the time..he’s a friggin king or god or something.”

“He’s a God of War in Tosa and King of the Tosian world.  So what?  I think that he might make a nice Golden Circle King in time.”

Visibly paling, the protocols of the Sea View Gardens precludes diners fleeing but when a Prince of the blood is that worked up walls must be defended in all quarters.  Conversation slows as they try to carefully watch the brothers argue in public.

“You want ''''Tosa''''' as a Golden Circle Kingdom?  Really? What of York?  It’s a shade of Amber isn’t it?”

Leaning over to speak quietly to his brother, “York isn’t a shade. It’s a Pattern of its own; the Amber in that realm was destroyed.  You know that well enough.  You traveled with [[Hazarda and Timothy Elhue]].  The king of York and I are on good terms.  Why are you freaking out?  It’s not like they hate us, and we are going to need them.  It’s not like they are violent xenophobic psychotics like the Regorians.  They aren't pacifist treehumpers like in Mandalay.  They aren’t isolationists like Corwin and his Avalon crowd.  They aren't weaseling shapeshifters like the Chaosians.  Mostly they are not heart ripping massmurders like the Azcalans, and it’s Azcala that’s coming to war with us.  We have either a Puma Cult or a Jaguar Cult here in Amber ripping the hearts out of shopgirls!  Putting some Tosian warriors on the street looking for cultists will keep our hands out of it for a bit longer.  If the center cannot hold, things fall apart.  I’m at the very edge of the blood-tinged tide, Bleys.   I need troops and Lop has them.”

“Benedict doesn't have enough troops?” The wild eyed Bleys asks.

“Benedict suggested inviting them in.”

“Of course he did.  Kos Korag is either a shadow of him or a shadow of Gerard, right?”

“Worse.  Benedict says he thinks Alexandir is a shadow of Osric, if not Oberon himself!” 

“Look Bleys, if Ben brought Elites or the [[Dangral]] or any of his pet warbands in and posted them around the city people would go insane.  It would be tantamount to declaring a police state and I have enough trouble with the gentry as it is!  Having the [[CHAD]] warriors wandering about popping bubbles of trouble will deflate the opposition to some point or force them to make a move.”

Shaking his head Bleys relents, “You’re the boss.  But I want it on record that I opposed this.  When the city erupts in chaos and the Tosians and the Azcalans go to the mattresses I want to be able to say I told you so with my dying breath.”

“Objection Logged.  I understand, Bleys, really I do.  A CHAD hall in Amber?  But it’s not the first mercenary guild here, though it’s the only one with a million mixed powers adventurers crawling around the worlds near the Stone of Skulls.   I've hired Lop specifically to put feet on the Jeweled Road as both a military force and a police force. Somewhere along the way the Azcalans will pick a fight with the wrong group of CHAD soldiers.  They will fight it out and we can come in and clean up the aftermath, hopefully Tonacat will decide to stay in Azcala for a few millennia.”

Bleys looks at his king and rolls his eyes and slumps further into the booth.  “Sure, sure.. What can go wrong?”