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	'''The Mark of Mandalay & the Green Man'''		'''The Mark of Mandalay & the Green Man'''

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	~~<'''>~~Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.		Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.

	At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.		At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.

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	Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.		<'''>Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.

	At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.		At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.

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	~~'''~~Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.		Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.

	At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.		At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.

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	Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.		'''Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.

	At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.		At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.

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	Dworkin takes a cookie from a tray and idly dips it in his tea.		Dworkin takes a cookie from a tray and idly dips it in his tea.

	"Furthermore, your creation will be ''Wild'' for a time, as Amber once was, as Avalon is now. Corwin attempts to calm it and it may take centuries. Your work will be unpredictable, wild, and perhaps even mad for a time. Those who assay it in the first years will bear a more powerful imprint than those who come after it's taming will, even as those of us who remember the youth of Amber or the Logrus do. Beware who you let walk this Mark. There will be unexpected consequences"		"Furthermore, your creation will be ''Wild'' for a time, as Amber once was, as Avalon is now. Corwin attempts to calm it and it may take centuries. Your work will be unpredictable, wild, and perhaps even mad for a time. Those who assay it in the first years will bear a more powerful imprint than those who come after it's taming will, even as those of us who remember the youth of Amber or the Logrus do. Beware who you let walk this Mark. There will be unexpected consequences"

			Dworkin glances toward the small cluster of future lords of Mandalay. "And if those lords are here at the creation, their mark will be vastly more powerful then any lord who comes later. And lastly, Oberon and I shall assay your work of course. It might be wise to offer the Mark to King Random as well."



	Adrian ~~considered~~ Dworkin's advice as he sipped his own tea.		Adrian considers Dworkin's advice as he sipped his own tea.

	Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he ~~passes a~~ collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the Dead King ~~of Amber~~. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.		Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he passed the collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the Dead King. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.

	As he turns to the tree he sees a smiling thin pale man with loud hair leaning against Ygg the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to ~~him~~, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?" He shakes hands with his old traveling partner, remembering many songs sung together when his friend called himself Ziggy Stardust.		As he turns to the tree he sees a smiling tall thin pale man with loud hair leaning against Ygg the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to his friend, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?" He shakes hands with his old traveling partner, remembering many songs sung together when his friend called himself Ziggy Stardust.

	"Thank you Dworkin, "Adrien says with a nod," I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."		"Thank you Dworkin, "Adrien says with a nod," I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."

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	The three ride east, into the rising sun.		The three ride east, into the rising sun.

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	Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he passed a collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the King of Amber. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.		Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he passed a collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the King of Amber. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.

	As he turns to the tree a thin pale man with loud hair by the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to him, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?"		As he turns to the tree he sees a smiling thin pale man with loud hair leaning against Ygg the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to him, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?"

	"Thank you Dworkin. I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."		"Thank you Dworkin. I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."

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	Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.		Beneath a dark starless sky a man in green leather leans against a massive tree. Low hills richly scattered with fruit trees surround a wide vale that dips to a flat plain. A man could run for an hour from the hills and only reach the center where the man begins to pace.

			At the center is a man and a tree. Off a ways sit a collection of companions, eating, drinks, making soft music and a pack of wolves. listening, waiting. They rest aways away because they know the man and the tree need privacy.

	The tree shakes and speaks, "They come. They have it."		The tree shakes and speaks, "They come. They have it."

	"Good," he responds.		"Good," the man responds.


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	Two men ~~rode~~ over the hills astride what can be generally described as horses.		Two men ride over the hills astride what can be generally described as horses.

	The tall man is a few inches shy of 7 feet. He wears armor of a ~~gothic~~ sort, stained with rust, painted black. His horse is tall for the race, a sleek coat of black with white markings about the hooves. Its eyes scan right and left for danger, betraying intelligence beyond the equine.		The tall man is a few inches shy of 7 feet. He wears armor of a Gothic sort, stained with rust, painted black. His horse is tall for the race, a sleek coat of black with white markings about the hooves. Its eyes scan right and left for danger, betraying intelligence beyond the equine.

	The second man is short. Hunchbacked, balding, he holds reins with gnarled hands. His eyes seem the kind to laugh at jokes few understand. The thing he rides looks like a horse but it clearly has a larger sense of itself then mere fetlocks and mane.		The second man is short. Hunchbacked, balding, he holds reins with gnarled hands. His eyes seem the kind to laugh at jokes few understand. The thing he rides looks like a horse but it clearly has a larger sense of itself then mere fetlocks and mane.
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	The man in green strides to stand beneath the last of the boughs of the tree. He crosses his arms, aware of what it suggests but not caring. When he speaks he does not try to be friendly.		The man in green strides to stand beneath the last of the boughs of the tree. He crosses his arms, aware of what it suggests but not caring. When he speaks he does not try to be friendly.

	"You look more lively than the last time I saw you, Old Man. I stood on a balcony of the Tower of Grief as your coffin rolled by. Did you return with the secrets of Life and Death? Did Chaos have a ferryman?"		"You look more lively than the last time I saw you, Old Man. I stood on a balcony of the Tower of Grief [[https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Diners_of_Amber#Tower_of_Grief]] as your coffin rolled by. Did you return with the secrets of Life and Death? Did Chaos have a ferryman?"

	The tall man dismounts and faces one he had cradled as a child.		The tall man dismounts and faces one he had cradled as a child.

	"Death is no reprieve from duty, my son~~, and virulence~~ is a poor way to start this work."		"Death is no reprieve from duty, my son. Virulence is a poor way to start this work."

	The man in green regards the hunchback as the horse beneath him lowers itself to the grounds and takes the form of a lizard with a decidedly carnivorous aura.		The man in green regards the hunchback as the horse beneath him lowers itself to the grounds and takes the form of a lizard with a decidedly carnivorous aura.
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	"Dworkin. It's been ages. How fare thee in the new regime? Random sits Amber's throne, and your younger brother is the new Swayvil and sits upon yours. You seem fairly superfluous"		"Dworkin. It's been ages. How fare thee in the new regime? Random sits Amber's throne, and your younger brother is the new Swayvil and sits upon yours. You seem fairly superfluous"

	The hunchback chuckles, "I have long since accepted the loss of my succession to Chaos, and I never wanted Amber's throne. You assume ~~facts~~ not in evidence, child." He approaches the man in green and regards him with worry. "You would be well advised to heed thy father's words. Bitterness is not the first thought you want on your mind tonight. Let us say we have all had our differences and paid for our sins in cash."		The hunchback chuckles, "I have long since accepted the loss of my succession to Chaos, and I never wanted Amber's throne. You assume motivations not in evidence, child."

			He approaches the man in green and regards him with worry. "You would be well advised to heed thy father's words. Bitterness is not the first thought you want on your mind tonight. Let us say we have all had our differences and paid for our sins in cash."

	"Very well, grandfather. I accede to your wisdom."		"Very well, grandfather. I accede to your wisdom."
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	"Let us say that if this works, I will consider us on good terms. Then I would shake your hand."		"Let us say that if this works, I will consider us on good terms. Then I would shake your hand."

	The three men appraise each other as they walked toward the tree. The tree was beginning to feel ignored.		The three men appraise each other as they walked toward the tree. The tree was beginning to feel ignored. It speaks in greeting.

	"Oberon. You look well. Death becomes you." The tree shivers in what can only be seen as a chuckle.		"Oberon. You look well. Death becomes you." The tree shivers in what can only be seen as a chuckle.

	"Ygg, most ancient. Are you sure you want my son to do this? It will drastically effect the shadows for tens of ~~thousands~~ of veils and cast it's own shadows to the rim of Chaos and up to the slopes of Kolvir. It can not be easily undone, either."		"Ygg, most ancient. Are you sure you want my son to do this? It will drastically effect the shadows for tens of millions of veils and cast it's own shadows to the rim of Chaos and up to the slopes of Kolvir. It can not be easily undone, either."

	"Let it be done, my brother. The earth trembles for its neglect. If he will risk it, so shall I."		"Let it be done, my brother. The earth trembles for its neglect. If he will risk it, so shall I."
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	Adrian considered Dworkin's advice as he sipped his own tea.		Adrian considered Dworkin's advice as he sipped his own tea.

	Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he ~~passed~~ a collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the King of Amber. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.		Oberon strolled around Ygg to examine the preparations. As he passes a collection of people gave way before the the dead king. Oberon glanced briefly at them, recognizing a shock of yellow hair there and bearded face here. A belligerent teddy bear in a Seville Road suit, nods acknowledgment, gaining the barest of nods from the Dead King of Amber. Seeing those who will be the new Lords of this realm, he considers them. Off a ways he sees the wolf-pack and nods to his son. Seeing by them one he has not seen in many a long millennia, a tall green haired daughter who fled into the waters in her youth, never to return.

	As he turns to the tree he sees a smiling thin pale man with loud hair leaning against Ygg the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to him, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?"		As he turns to the tree he sees a smiling thin pale man with loud hair leaning against Ygg the tree. Smiling Oberon speaks softly to him, a chuckle in his voice. "Et tu, David?" He shakes hands with his old traveling partner, remembering many songs sung together when his friend called himself Ziggy Stardust.

	"Thank you Dworkin. I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."		"Thank you Dworkin, "Adrien says with a nod," I understand what you are saying but I think I want to proceed as planned. Everything that exists in Chaos is but temporary shape and form of the primordial stuff of chaos. None of it has any permanence. Only in the Shadows of Amber does anything exist that holds its own reality. Those are the stones that cry out to me. It needs to be here. From here it will effect the lands to either poles. I do not seek control, merely a chance to protect that which has no advocate."

	"Then it will not be a true brother to the Pattern or the Logrus, but it will be a mighty cousin, mightier than anything else in shadow save for the Pattern of Avalon." Dworkin lamented. " I also see the possibility that there may be powerful side effects. The Jewel itself may fight you. As you know, you will have to force the jewel to do your bidding rather than being a conduit of an image already within it as I did. The ritual you have prepared should reduce the chance of this but be aware when you work. I especially like the bit with the jewels and with the roots."		"Then it will not be a true brother to the Pattern or the Logrus, but it will be a mighty cousin, mightier than anything else in shadow save for the Pattern of Avalon." Dworkin lamented. " I also see the possibility that there may be powerful side effects. The Jewel itself may fight you. As you know, you will have to force the jewel to do your bidding rather than being a conduit of an image already within it as I did. The ritual you have prepared should reduce the chance of this but be aware when you work. I especially like the bit with the jewels and with the roots."